Ok, so my post was originally containing a bunch of "glorious" storytelling.. but my pc crashed... T.T
So now i've offered you the slightly shortened version. ^^
So now i've offered you the slightly shortened version. ^^
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@Skrubsetsu
While Sargom, Felnor and a few others loyal to her rode off into the distance, fleeing the puggers, the elves followed the instructions carefully and swiftly. Rushing down to the trees and firing a hailstorm of arrows at the puggers. Though all of them were hit, a few were coughing up blood and most were left nearly dead. A number of the puggers seemingly displayed traces of corruption. Though it was a blue ocean of firey skin surrounding them, not merely the black lightning.
“There!” Sargom yelled. “…corruption!”
The puggers lighted up in blazing flames, consuming the arrows shot at them.
Crawling swiftly past the carts, one of them scorched over the first cart and a mineralised tree froze over the remains, holding the suffering expressions on the faces of the fallen. The dreaded looks on their faces made them into a rather terrifying sculpture.
A few more than a handful of puggers now stared down the elves as the flames started to consume more of the very dust they crawled over. Verily, if arrows could not harm the low priority beasts, what would?
Kor ran and circled left, distracting a few of the puggers. In the puggers crawl, they mixed and their agressive protective layer turned into a cycle-tornado of larger property following him. The distance between him and the puggers closing in. His breathing became snorting. Would something save this poor boy breathing till death?
While Sargom, Felnor and a few others loyal to her rode off into the distance, fleeing the puggers, the elves followed the instructions carefully and swiftly. Rushing down to the trees and firing a hailstorm of arrows at the puggers. Though all of them were hit, a few were coughing up blood and most were left nearly dead. A number of the puggers seemingly displayed traces of corruption. Though it was a blue ocean of firey skin surrounding them, not merely the black lightning.
“There!” Sargom yelled. “…corruption!”
The puggers lighted up in blazing flames, consuming the arrows shot at them.
Crawling swiftly past the carts, one of them scorched over the first cart and a mineralised tree froze over the remains, holding the suffering expressions on the faces of the fallen. The dreaded looks on their faces made them into a rather terrifying sculpture.
A few more than a handful of puggers now stared down the elves as the flames started to consume more of the very dust they crawled over. Verily, if arrows could not harm the low priority beasts, what would?
Kor ran and circled left, distracting a few of the puggers. In the puggers crawl, they mixed and their agressive protective layer turned into a cycle-tornado of larger property following him. The distance between him and the puggers closing in. His breathing became snorting. Would something save this poor boy breathing till death?
Bar thought his cloth would cover enough for now and felt like his sinister plans would have to wait.
Sneaking in with the rest of the party, he wondered if there would be any tasty food he could take from the goblins.
While sneaking into the darkness, he thinks back to the days before he had to start wearing anything at all. He sighs silently, dodging a low-hanging edge along the way.
Hopefully will respond within 24 hours. sigh, sleeps
Aegnith could even hear faint voices, moaning in their pain. "Please... we can't take it anyore..."
The silent darkness was broken when one of the hunter elves sounded a horn. It had marked their time to pass on. A few firm handshakes and one chopped down tree later, the party was on their own again. Ready to take on the world, they stepped forward and played games with the children among them, that had been seated quitely the whole trip. Naturally, it resulted in lighthearted playing with an exhausting amount of movement.
4 hours had not passed yet since the departure of the hunters of Kob and the cycling of the cart wheels was already being tested. Sargom would rally the party and check to see if anyone had lost their belongings along the way. The children protested their departure as they were having fun and had lost most their toys in the woods. Many of them had simply forgotten them in places they had hid before.
Kor comforted the children, saying he would find 'all those' that were lost. A short chant of great joy resounded.
Sargom on the other hand, proceeded to draw out parts of the map they had been to and write down parts of the languages used in the south. the documenting of these findings would find usefull to at least a handfull of people that were way-farers. Openly writing down someone's language without their consent might not have been thought of as legal, but it sure did bring about a lot of information, she could proudly present. Perhaps she'd recieve a notice of how she'd made mistakes, perhaps some would call such knowledge trivial. But ultimately language barriers had sepereted the races for far too long. Whatever the case might be, she'd at the very least, be in a position in which her gathering of knowledge mattered, was proven and might provide her with a more certain future than the childrens life her parents had given her.
The children roamed with Kor, leading him into the dense woods. One of the children lead him up a tree, another underneath a rock but ultimately the deciding factors were not the amount of skill required to hide in such locations, rather how well a child fit into such cracks, splits and plants. An ungoral plant was such a type. Kor saw its beauty grow on trees, its bark covering the floor and even some on children carrying its branches. Though they would probably just be carrying it with them for a few days. Branches alone would die rather quickly if they weren't planted in rich soils.
Ambient sounds would fill the air as Felnor waited impatiently for Kor to return. He did not like the one that would nearly cost him his sister. He carried no intrest in his survival, but even more death would not benefit himself in his quest for being re-united. "Taking such a lengthy trip through dangerous woods with children that would take precious hours.. how irresponsable!"
The rest of the time he was presented with, left him with a sensational desire to not be in that time-frame. He decided to speak to Sargom.
"Leader, please hear me."
"Hm..? Yes friend, what might i do for you?"
"I've come to ask if we could leave earlier. We know not how long we have until our brethren are slaughtered at the hands of that mountain creature. Kor had nearly cost us our life and has left many scarred. He's a carring person, and I believe that he would be a perfect care-taker for the few days our journey will take us."
"Hm.. we could. Children are replaceable and some of them might be picked up by others. Perhaps they could even find the hunters of Kob."
Sargom adressed the crowds.
"Everyone, man the wagons! With a bit of luck, we'll return here in two or three days!"
Naturally, mothers protested immediately and directly. "We can't just leave without our babies! That's unnatural!"
Sargom raised her blade. "Any that do not comply will end their life's journey early and unnatural!"
As much as Sargom would not like to leave behind the children, the circumstance he found himself in allowed him no kindness or compassion.
"Any that seek to flee, run north. Find yourself the hunters of Kob and live among them. "
The speech had not left her mouth entirely, yet the children came back running and screaming. Their loud, high pitched voices would bring about an end to the despair and divideding forces the party had felt. Sargom felt a nagging crushing guilt in her belly. She'd taken to half-draconic meassures in a time when it was not needed. She had made the best, most logical call she could have, but she was not rewarded, neither did she reward herself any credit for trying to do what's best. Felnor was bothered with Kors lengthy return.
Though most children were jumpy and few were interested in the caravan now that they were playing with their toys, they did not seem upset or hurt or even bothered with what was going on.
Kor on the other hand, was not as happy. His persona emobied the perfect opposite of the children.
"We cannot continue just yet." He liked playing pronoun games, but this time he seemed besides himself. "The children have not seen, they have not heard the guardian of these woods. Such raw power unmatched... "
The ambient sounds became rather quiet.
Felnor would bluntly respond: "What are you even talking about?! You wouldn't have seen a guardian, all of us would see it if one was manifest!"
He stared at the sandy desert floor as his voice became louder over time. "...A guardian among us. A guardian beneath us. A guardian upon us!"
With these few words leaving his mouth, the desert floor exerted a flare of dust shooting up into the air. The sands began sliding wildly as the flares shot up left and right. The party found themselves surrounded by moving walls of dust.
A bird soaring over their position would see the desert rose swirling its leaves to the rythm of the wind.
Within such a dusty display, new light sparks appeared. And behind each one, there was a shadow. A grim darkness circled the party.
The desert storm ended as suddenly as it came. In its creative wake, there roamed 4 packs of puggers. Their leader, The top-pug, drove himself to the front and gave a grim grin.
In the meantime, most children were still, either being pulled unto the wagon or pulling themselves on. The dangers of these lands became apparent. Victory would be theirs, but their powers were severely limited for the time being.
"We ride! " Sargom exclaimed as the battle commensed.
The silent darkness was broken when one of the hunter elves sounded a horn. It had marked their time to pass on. A few firm handshakes and one chopped down tree later, the party was on their own again. Ready to take on the world, they stepped forward and played games with the children among them, that had been seated quitely the whole trip. Naturally, it resulted in lighthearted playing with an exhausting amount of movement.
4 hours had not passed yet since the departure of the hunters of Kob and the cycling of the cart wheels was already being tested. Sargom would rally the party and check to see if anyone had lost their belongings along the way. The children protested their departure as they were having fun and had lost most their toys in the woods. Many of them had simply forgotten them in places they had hid before.
Kor comforted the children, saying he would find 'all those' that were lost. A short chant of great joy resounded.
Sargom on the other hand, proceeded to draw out parts of the map they had been to and write down parts of the languages used in the south. the documenting of these findings would find usefull to at least a handfull of people that were way-farers. Openly writing down someone's language without their consent might not have been thought of as legal, but it sure did bring about a lot of information, she could proudly present. Perhaps she'd recieve a notice of how she'd made mistakes, perhaps some would call such knowledge trivial. But ultimately language barriers had sepereted the races for far too long. Whatever the case might be, she'd at the very least, be in a position in which her gathering of knowledge mattered, was proven and might provide her with a more certain future than the childrens life her parents had given her.
The children roamed with Kor, leading him into the dense woods. One of the children lead him up a tree, another underneath a rock but ultimately the deciding factors were not the amount of skill required to hide in such locations, rather how well a child fit into such cracks, splits and plants. An ungoral plant was such a type. Kor saw its beauty grow on trees, its bark covering the floor and even some on children carrying its branches. Though they would probably just be carrying it with them for a few days. Branches alone would die rather quickly if they weren't planted in rich soils.
Ambient sounds would fill the air as Felnor waited impatiently for Kor to return. He did not like the one that would nearly cost him his sister. He carried no intrest in his survival, but even more death would not benefit himself in his quest for being re-united. "Taking such a lengthy trip through dangerous woods with children that would take precious hours.. how irresponsable!"
The rest of the time he was presented with, left him with a sensational desire to not be in that time-frame. He decided to speak to Sargom.
"Leader, please hear me."
"Hm..? Yes friend, what might i do for you?"
"I've come to ask if we could leave earlier. We know not how long we have until our brethren are slaughtered at the hands of that mountain creature. Kor had nearly cost us our life and has left many scarred. He's a carring person, and I believe that he would be a perfect care-taker for the few days our journey will take us."
"Hm.. we could. Children are replaceable and some of them might be picked up by others. Perhaps they could even find the hunters of Kob."
Sargom adressed the crowds.
"Everyone, man the wagons! With a bit of luck, we'll return here in two or three days!"
Naturally, mothers protested immediately and directly. "We can't just leave without our babies! That's unnatural!"
Sargom raised her blade. "Any that do not comply will end their life's journey early and unnatural!"
As much as Sargom would not like to leave behind the children, the circumstance he found himself in allowed him no kindness or compassion.
"Any that seek to flee, run north. Find yourself the hunters of Kob and live among them. "
The speech had not left her mouth entirely, yet the children came back running and screaming. Their loud, high pitched voices would bring about an end to the despair and divideding forces the party had felt. Sargom felt a nagging crushing guilt in her belly. She'd taken to half-draconic meassures in a time when it was not needed. She had made the best, most logical call she could have, but she was not rewarded, neither did she reward herself any credit for trying to do what's best. Felnor was bothered with Kors lengthy return.
Though most children were jumpy and few were interested in the caravan now that they were playing with their toys, they did not seem upset or hurt or even bothered with what was going on.
Kor on the other hand, was not as happy. His persona emobied the perfect opposite of the children.
"We cannot continue just yet." He liked playing pronoun games, but this time he seemed besides himself. "The children have not seen, they have not heard the guardian of these woods. Such raw power unmatched... "
The ambient sounds became rather quiet.
Felnor would bluntly respond: "What are you even talking about?! You wouldn't have seen a guardian, all of us would see it if one was manifest!"
He stared at the sandy desert floor as his voice became louder over time. "...A guardian among us. A guardian beneath us. A guardian upon us!"
With these few words leaving his mouth, the desert floor exerted a flare of dust shooting up into the air. The sands began sliding wildly as the flares shot up left and right. The party found themselves surrounded by moving walls of dust.
A bird soaring over their position would see the desert rose swirling its leaves to the rythm of the wind.
Within such a dusty display, new light sparks appeared. And behind each one, there was a shadow. A grim darkness circled the party.
The desert storm ended as suddenly as it came. In its creative wake, there roamed 4 packs of puggers. Their leader, The top-pug, drove himself to the front and gave a grim grin.
In the meantime, most children were still, either being pulled unto the wagon or pulling themselves on. The dangers of these lands became apparent. Victory would be theirs, but their powers were severely limited for the time being.
"We ride! " Sargom exclaimed as the battle commensed.
SUPER FORGIVEN. ^^
Honestly, School has just been sucking up my time (I have very little to show for that effort, really... X.X)
@Skrubsetsu
Honestly, School has just been sucking up my time (I have very little to show for that effort, really... X.X)
@Skrubsetsu
Terribly amused by the idea of befriending a creature and then enacting betrayal upon it, Bar spend next no time worrying about the feminity in the party, even if the increase thereof was seemingly present.
After seeing how kiki collapsed under 'a few hits', Bar shook his head. Mumbling to himself as he was making his way back to the stream he had used as a bath, he thought to himself:
"Change in boobies happened. Wonder what would happen if change in leadership..." Bar had a cold shiver run up his spine.
"Change is..." He paused as his breath became deeper "...gooood." His warm breath nearly sounded like a waterfall as the memory of thanking a goblin, the skull of whom he would yet add to his collection, left Bar with a burning passion for betrayal.
"Hehehe..."
He rubbed the blood of his hands, walked over to the one 'uncertain' of their gender, put down his axe, tried grabbing their arm, shaking it once if successful and then thanking 'it'. As he collected the crude weapon once more, he left the other members untouched.
Though all that happened in one quick succession of events, Bar felt not the passion he had once felt. The flames thereof were not hot enough. There was no thrill, no power, no strength.. nothing.
Though it took him most of his mental capacity to hold in his wretched reaction of laughter and the puny feelings of joy or even compassion, he believed he managed to walk away from the rest without, at least relatively, losing face.
He returned to the river yet a second time. Wandering in his confusion, he wondered. Should he strike now, maybe later? The idea did not sit well with Bar. Yelling loudly at Seethe: "And you too!!"
Bar looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Perhaps watermelons think their green makes them friendly." It had finally hit him. "They missed me for that, I bet!" Bar felt a sensational disrespect. "I'm not weak. I will win... I must..."
The near naked barbarian searched his pile of loot for something more suitable. His green skin would reveal his true motives of change and dominion too soon. "Clothes? Too hot!... Boots? To small!... A cape?.. hmm, maybe... " The barbarian digged on as he talked to himself.
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