Aha - I hope the answer was 'why not?' :p
Also mugwhy (sure that's not how it's spelt but anyway) are awesome! Now I have a real hankering to watch them movies all over again!
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Awesome - nothing I could see to point out :)
Definitely liking all the CSs and stuff so far that have been posted :)
I may maybe possibly post another CS to go who mine seeing as a few peeps have multiple characters. But might wait and see how things go first.
Definitely liking all the CSs and stuff so far that have been posted :)
I may maybe possibly post another CS to go who mine seeing as a few peeps have multiple characters. But might wait and see how things go first.
Sweet - like a general mix of random DNA and shizz - from magical creatures but maybe once upon a time related to humans or something :)
Got my posts out just before I left the office for the day!
Also liking the new sig Balth - much less unsettling than the last one :p
Got my posts out just before I left the office for the day!
Also liking the new sig Balth - much less unsettling than the last one :p
Phrenesis
Phrenesis was tired, so very very tired. This morning marked the second consecutive day of attempting to bake something, anything that looked even remotely edible. Despite the detailed and thorough knowledge that the woman possessed and the constant stream of questions he had asked the baker, he had still failed miserably to make even a single thing. He could feel how exhausted her body was, as he lay on the floor of the kitchen, still covered in countless different bits of ingredients. He had not stopped to rest, seeing as how it wasn’t necessary when he was possessing a creature, though the physical body was now showing some mild effects, dark bags under the somewhat bloodshot eyes and a slightly paler appearance amongst them. He had refrained himself from using his magic to alter the woman’s appearance in any way, seeing as he wanted to remain as discreet as possible when the time came, and the usual horns or claws that he opted for didn’t exactly ooze subtlety.
The numerous counters were covered in his failed experiments, mostly burnt and horrifically deformed pastries of all kinds. There were buns that looked like they’d spent a few months floating in lava, cakes that looked like they’d been trampled by horses and the pies… well he didn’t want to think what the pies looked like, but it definitely wasn’t good.
Standing the woman rolled up her sleeves once more before taking one deep and calming breath before she walked gracefully and calmly over to where she had put the gear that Phrenesis usually carried around when he was possessing someone. In one swift and flawless movement she pulled out the long gleaming blade from the dark scabbard, swinging the sword effortlessly through the air, giving it a few twirls to become better accustomed to the weight as this foolish baker’s daughter. Standing perfectly still for a moment she once more took a long calming breath before she suddenly and with all the aggression that had pent up within her began to scream and shout at the top of her voice, slashing the sword left and right, destroying the abysmal pastries, the counters, and pretty much anything else that found itself in the way of her rampage.
Several minutes later she was slumped against a wall in the now thoroughly destroyed kitchen, breathing heavily with a satisfied smile covering her face. It hadn’t been her intention to damage the baker’s shop so badly, but the red mist had descended and Phrenesis just couldn’t help himself. Looking around the woman furrowed her brow, it seemed it may now be much more difficult for her to make anything now that the kitchen was in this state. Still holding the sword she stood once more thinking idly as she did so.
“Ah damn be to this!” she shouted before moving with determination towards the hatch that led into the cellar whilst yelling “Baker! I need you again!”
Phrenesis had initially wanted to complete the plan with as little outside assistance as possible, but it seemed now he would just have to force the baker to make the pastries for him. ‘So be it’ he thought savagely.
Phrenesis was tired, so very very tired. This morning marked the second consecutive day of attempting to bake something, anything that looked even remotely edible. Despite the detailed and thorough knowledge that the woman possessed and the constant stream of questions he had asked the baker, he had still failed miserably to make even a single thing. He could feel how exhausted her body was, as he lay on the floor of the kitchen, still covered in countless different bits of ingredients. He had not stopped to rest, seeing as how it wasn’t necessary when he was possessing a creature, though the physical body was now showing some mild effects, dark bags under the somewhat bloodshot eyes and a slightly paler appearance amongst them. He had refrained himself from using his magic to alter the woman’s appearance in any way, seeing as he wanted to remain as discreet as possible when the time came, and the usual horns or claws that he opted for didn’t exactly ooze subtlety.
The numerous counters were covered in his failed experiments, mostly burnt and horrifically deformed pastries of all kinds. There were buns that looked like they’d spent a few months floating in lava, cakes that looked like they’d been trampled by horses and the pies… well he didn’t want to think what the pies looked like, but it definitely wasn’t good.
Standing the woman rolled up her sleeves once more before taking one deep and calming breath before she walked gracefully and calmly over to where she had put the gear that Phrenesis usually carried around when he was possessing someone. In one swift and flawless movement she pulled out the long gleaming blade from the dark scabbard, swinging the sword effortlessly through the air, giving it a few twirls to become better accustomed to the weight as this foolish baker’s daughter. Standing perfectly still for a moment she once more took a long calming breath before she suddenly and with all the aggression that had pent up within her began to scream and shout at the top of her voice, slashing the sword left and right, destroying the abysmal pastries, the counters, and pretty much anything else that found itself in the way of her rampage.
Several minutes later she was slumped against a wall in the now thoroughly destroyed kitchen, breathing heavily with a satisfied smile covering her face. It hadn’t been her intention to damage the baker’s shop so badly, but the red mist had descended and Phrenesis just couldn’t help himself. Looking around the woman furrowed her brow, it seemed it may now be much more difficult for her to make anything now that the kitchen was in this state. Still holding the sword she stood once more thinking idly as she did so.
“Ah damn be to this!” she shouted before moving with determination towards the hatch that led into the cellar whilst yelling “Baker! I need you again!”
Phrenesis had initially wanted to complete the plan with as little outside assistance as possible, but it seemed now he would just have to force the baker to make the pastries for him. ‘So be it’ he thought savagely.
Fritz
Fritz cried out slightly as the Raven launched a brief attack on him, before he could do anything he had received a small cut to his face and the bird was away, glaring at him from a nearby tree branch like some evil guardian.
His heart was now pounding as the unsettling feeling he had continued to grow, it was becoming clear to him that he was somewhere very different, somewhere that was very quickly becoming hostile and a most worrying place to be.
The Imp smirked as he watched him recover from the assault before bursting out laughing, a threatening and almost mocking laugh before he began to introduce himself as God of the forest.
As the forest God spoke the trees around him seemed to respond to him, their branches now moving inwards somewhat and beginning to block out the sky as Fritz had the realisation he was at his mercy, at the mercy of this unsettling forest that surrounded him. Aergar Wald, as the forest god had introduced himself as looked almost unhinged as he continued to grin, though this time clearly in a sinister way, Fritz was about to take a few steps backwards when he realised his feet were entangled by some vines that had crept up from the soil itself, holding him in place as Aergar Wald continued to speak
"I should have the devil bird peck out your eyes for your stupidity. But--" the creature placed a clawed finger over Fritz’s mouth, the subtle taste of soil reaching his tongue "Today I am feeling rather merciful. Perhaps we can work something out."
He then proceeded to present a quest to him, a quest for a seed, a special seed from a far-away valley and a special tree. Fritz’s eyes widened somewhat as the offer (or demand, as it more-so seemed to him), his mind jumping instantly to the kind of quests and heroes that he had often read about, the thought of adventure exciting him and causing his feelings becoming even more muddled.
He glanced to the raven before looking back to Aergar Wald, his mind carefully thinking about and deconstructing everything he had heard and comparing it to everything he knew. As impressive as his powers were it seemed somewhat unlikely that this creature was actually a god, after all what kind of god would need to send him on a quest for a rare seed or torment him. No, the more he thought about it the clearer it became to him that this was indeed some kind of forest imp as he had initially suspected, a creature of trickery and mischief – that fitted the bill much more closely. That being said Fritz still was unsure as to the best course of action, after all even if he was right it didn’t mean that this Aergar Wald wasn’t dangerous and more than capable of harming him, especially if he called out his deception.
Suppressing a grin himself, his fear forgotten in an instant Fritz decided that it was his turn to see what he could do to impress this creature and secure his release.
“Hah!” exclaimed Fritz as he reached down and picked up his bag, beginning to ruffle through it as he spoke “such a task would be below the likes of me!”
His hand found what he was searching for as he continued to speak “for you are correct, and I am a most powerful alchemist in my world! Observe!” with as much grandeur as he could muster Fritz pulled a box of wind-proof matches from his bag before pulling one out and striking it against the box. It sparked into life as the phosphorus coating ignited, hissing as it did so. Taking aim Fritz flicked the burning match with a practised skill directly towards the bird that had attacked him. The match flew with surprising precision, causing the bird to squawk in alarm and leap from the branch as the burning stick whipped narrowly passed its face. The raven flew one brief circle around the pair before it disappeared into the forest, a particularly rude insult reaching Fritz’s ears. He stood smugly with another match held ready in his hand, hoping that the small display had impressed this ‘Aergar Wald’.
Fritz cried out slightly as the Raven launched a brief attack on him, before he could do anything he had received a small cut to his face and the bird was away, glaring at him from a nearby tree branch like some evil guardian.
His heart was now pounding as the unsettling feeling he had continued to grow, it was becoming clear to him that he was somewhere very different, somewhere that was very quickly becoming hostile and a most worrying place to be.
The Imp smirked as he watched him recover from the assault before bursting out laughing, a threatening and almost mocking laugh before he began to introduce himself as God of the forest.
As the forest God spoke the trees around him seemed to respond to him, their branches now moving inwards somewhat and beginning to block out the sky as Fritz had the realisation he was at his mercy, at the mercy of this unsettling forest that surrounded him. Aergar Wald, as the forest god had introduced himself as looked almost unhinged as he continued to grin, though this time clearly in a sinister way, Fritz was about to take a few steps backwards when he realised his feet were entangled by some vines that had crept up from the soil itself, holding him in place as Aergar Wald continued to speak
"I should have the devil bird peck out your eyes for your stupidity. But--" the creature placed a clawed finger over Fritz’s mouth, the subtle taste of soil reaching his tongue "Today I am feeling rather merciful. Perhaps we can work something out."
He then proceeded to present a quest to him, a quest for a seed, a special seed from a far-away valley and a special tree. Fritz’s eyes widened somewhat as the offer (or demand, as it more-so seemed to him), his mind jumping instantly to the kind of quests and heroes that he had often read about, the thought of adventure exciting him and causing his feelings becoming even more muddled.
He glanced to the raven before looking back to Aergar Wald, his mind carefully thinking about and deconstructing everything he had heard and comparing it to everything he knew. As impressive as his powers were it seemed somewhat unlikely that this creature was actually a god, after all what kind of god would need to send him on a quest for a rare seed or torment him. No, the more he thought about it the clearer it became to him that this was indeed some kind of forest imp as he had initially suspected, a creature of trickery and mischief – that fitted the bill much more closely. That being said Fritz still was unsure as to the best course of action, after all even if he was right it didn’t mean that this Aergar Wald wasn’t dangerous and more than capable of harming him, especially if he called out his deception.
Suppressing a grin himself, his fear forgotten in an instant Fritz decided that it was his turn to see what he could do to impress this creature and secure his release.
“Hah!” exclaimed Fritz as he reached down and picked up his bag, beginning to ruffle through it as he spoke “such a task would be below the likes of me!”
His hand found what he was searching for as he continued to speak “for you are correct, and I am a most powerful alchemist in my world! Observe!” with as much grandeur as he could muster Fritz pulled a box of wind-proof matches from his bag before pulling one out and striking it against the box. It sparked into life as the phosphorus coating ignited, hissing as it did so. Taking aim Fritz flicked the burning match with a practised skill directly towards the bird that had attacked him. The match flew with surprising precision, causing the bird to squawk in alarm and leap from the branch as the burning stick whipped narrowly passed its face. The raven flew one brief circle around the pair before it disappeared into the forest, a particularly rude insult reaching Fritz’s ears. He stood smugly with another match held ready in his hand, hoping that the small display had impressed this ‘Aergar Wald’.
Sad news to hear Bunnita! But many thanks for the heads up :)
I've practically finished a Fritz post - which should be posted in moments, but it's been a real busy day for me. I'll post that one up and then hopefully shortly after have another one for Phrenesis up - also to clarify I realised I've not been specific on the 'race' of the baker and bakers daughter - obviously they wouldn't be human, but what should I make them? Would elves be the 'default' humanoid citizen type people or?
I've practically finished a Fritz post - which should be posted in moments, but it's been a real busy day for me. I'll post that one up and then hopefully shortly after have another one for Phrenesis up - also to clarify I realised I've not been specific on the 'race' of the baker and bakers daughter - obviously they wouldn't be human, but what should I make them? Would elves be the 'default' humanoid citizen type people or?
I'll be getting a post out asap - approx 13 hours from now at the most. I'll try and do one tonight though to try and speed things up.
Wow. That's much better than I could ever do - very nice! Assignment before work? Ouch… I complain enough only having work to deal with.
Urgh so hung over today. Bad nasty alcohol.
Whose post are we waiting on? I could move it further forwards, or did we want a response from
Aergar?
Not sure what can happen very soon that will trigger Fritz's transition from hanging with the trouble makers to hanging with Ada. Maybe Aergar becomes interested in scaring or intimidating Fritz more, or perhaps Sparrot takes his aggression further after a little bit of a conversation and does something before chasing him - upon which he runs past the road in front of Ada, who spots Sparrot and saves him with some cool magic?
Then Aergar and Sparrot could go and do some evil plotting and being Phrenesis into the picture?
Anyway… just thoughts - let me know what you guys think :)
Urgh so hung over today. Bad nasty alcohol.
Whose post are we waiting on? I could move it further forwards, or did we want a response from
Aergar?
Not sure what can happen very soon that will trigger Fritz's transition from hanging with the trouble makers to hanging with Ada. Maybe Aergar becomes interested in scaring or intimidating Fritz more, or perhaps Sparrot takes his aggression further after a little bit of a conversation and does something before chasing him - upon which he runs past the road in front of Ada, who spots Sparrot and saves him with some cool magic?
Then Aergar and Sparrot could go and do some evil plotting and being Phrenesis into the picture?
Anyway… just thoughts - let me know what you guys think :)
How was everyone's day? :)
Friday woo! Party time.
Friday woo! Party time.
Okay done!
What's the game plan here then? :)
What's the game plan here then? :)
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