Sorry for the post, just wanted to get the meeting with Thomas done with.
Unless Thomas isn't in Pyrdain, then I've really screwed up, haven't I? :(
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"Gee, I dunno, junior," Jake quipped. "One barbarian, one dog-thing, two kids, and an old bard... we're quite the terrifying bunch.
"Name's Jake," he replied more seriously, lowering his key-axe just a bit. "This isn't a social visit, I gather; meeting two keyblade wielders in a day doesn't just happen.
"Right now, though, we need to get out of here, or we'll be up to our ears in Heartless. Apparently, the landlord subcontracted out his security, and there's another keyblade user further up. You want to help, help me get these civilians out of the castle, then we get right back up and kick Heartless tail. How's that sound?"
"Name's Jake," he replied more seriously, lowering his key-axe just a bit. "This isn't a social visit, I gather; meeting two keyblade wielders in a day doesn't just happen.
"Right now, though, we need to get out of here, or we'll be up to our ears in Heartless. Apparently, the landlord subcontracted out his security, and there's another keyblade user further up. You want to help, help me get these civilians out of the castle, then we get right back up and kick Heartless tail. How's that sound?"
Well, my point on Gurgi still stands - the only thing he was useful for IIRC was to sacrifice himself to break the Black Cauldron. He gets revived and is less of an annoying freak later on.
Sorry for the late response, my schedule's been quite off nowadays. So how do the next bunch of meetings go? Jake would be more than happy to tear a path direct to the Horned King for a rematch, but he's got quite a few non-Keybladers to take care of, and it's been a while since I saw Black Cauldron, so I don't know if any of them will be more of a help than a burden.
Gurgi's still freaking useless, of course.
Gurgi's still freaking useless, of course.
Jake had gotten complacent with the skeletons that he forgot that the Horned King had more than undead roaming his halls. He was getting closer to finding the pig and getting out of there when he suddenly ran into none other than the little green imp the King had for an errand... thing. When he saw Creeper face to face, he turned and tried to throw his axe at the goblin, only to miss him by a hair as Kaiser Leo slammed into a wall, cracking it open and causing sparks to blast up everywhere.
"BLAST!" Jake swore, summoning Kaiser Leo back in his hand as the Heartless appeared, only to have Reno vanquish them quickly. No sooner had the kid done his little pyrokinetics act than he ran after Creeper, hoping to find the pig.
"KID! COME BACK HERE!!" Jake cried out. However, by then, Reno had darted off, oddly quick for such a slight frame. Jake swore; the kid was impressive, true, but he had the guile and cunning of a brick wall. Normally, Jake would admire that kind of dogged determination; he himself was something of a go-getter when he was younger, still was to some degree. However, with a bunch of civilians slowing them down and them soon to be up to their armpits in Heartless, it wasn't the smart thing to do. Not to mention that Creeper was smaller, more agile, and had a lot more knowledge of the intricacies of the castle than Reno did.
"Alright, change of plans," Jake said, gesturing for the others to follow him. "We need to get out of here fast, cause I don't think the Horned King's messing around anymore. We head for the exit, and we run like we're chased by dragons cause we most likely will be.
"And before you protest," he said to Taran, "we need to get to safety first; Reno can handle himself, but we can't burden him with people who can't fight. We make a break for the exit. If you still want to come back and fight, stick with me after that."
Jake lead the group, taker a hastier route through the castle to the exit, using force and concussive blasts of magic to clear through any mercenaries, undead, Heartless, or other monsters in their way. He stopped once or twice to see if he could still see flashes of lightning from the building, the telltale marks of Reno engaging in another battle.
"BLAST!" Jake swore, summoning Kaiser Leo back in his hand as the Heartless appeared, only to have Reno vanquish them quickly. No sooner had the kid done his little pyrokinetics act than he ran after Creeper, hoping to find the pig.
"KID! COME BACK HERE!!" Jake cried out. However, by then, Reno had darted off, oddly quick for such a slight frame. Jake swore; the kid was impressive, true, but he had the guile and cunning of a brick wall. Normally, Jake would admire that kind of dogged determination; he himself was something of a go-getter when he was younger, still was to some degree. However, with a bunch of civilians slowing them down and them soon to be up to their armpits in Heartless, it wasn't the smart thing to do. Not to mention that Creeper was smaller, more agile, and had a lot more knowledge of the intricacies of the castle than Reno did.
"Alright, change of plans," Jake said, gesturing for the others to follow him. "We need to get out of here fast, cause I don't think the Horned King's messing around anymore. We head for the exit, and we run like we're chased by dragons cause we most likely will be.
"And before you protest," he said to Taran, "we need to get to safety first; Reno can handle himself, but we can't burden him with people who can't fight. We make a break for the exit. If you still want to come back and fight, stick with me after that."
Jake lead the group, taker a hastier route through the castle to the exit, using force and concussive blasts of magic to clear through any mercenaries, undead, Heartless, or other monsters in their way. He stopped once or twice to see if he could still see flashes of lightning from the building, the telltale marks of Reno engaging in another battle.
Jake took a deep breath. He was hoping the old man would be able to help, but the years of prison had taken their toll. Time to make the best of a bad situation and man up.
"Okay, here's the plan," Jake spoke up, maybe a little less than confidently. "Most castles have a back entrance for emergency use in case of war. This particular castle is built on top of some big caverns, but I'm not sure if they actually lead anywhere."
Jake guessed the caverns were there because the atmosphere was a tad more humid than most castles, even evil, dank castles hosting a mad sorceror-king bent on conquest and genocide. There was the problem of no breeze coming from the lower levels, which wasn't encouraging to find a way out.
"If that doesn't work, the other solution is straight up - right into the guards and garrisons. Still, it's possible to avoid most of the guard until we manage our escape.
"Reno, I want you up behind me to cover my back. You with the sword... Taran, right? How good are you with that thing? I want you watching our backs in case something comes up from behind. I doubt there's anyone here with a working brain besides Ol' Horny Toad himself, but best not to take chances. Everyone else, stay together, and be on alert."
He turned to lead the way.
As they worked their way up the castle's levels, Jake's stance was different. Calm, quiet, eager... like a predator stalking the hunting grounds. The castle was old and its passageways myriad and well-trod, but Jake had a hunter's instinct. He could tell by experience which corridors were recently or commonly taken, and where to expect guard outposts. For his size, Jake was surprisingly quiet and stealthy.
For now, though, they needed to find Hen Wen. Jake lifted his finger to his lips, and listened carefully for the squeals of a pig. He made stops to listen every few rooms or so.
"Okay, here's the plan," Jake spoke up, maybe a little less than confidently. "Most castles have a back entrance for emergency use in case of war. This particular castle is built on top of some big caverns, but I'm not sure if they actually lead anywhere."
Jake guessed the caverns were there because the atmosphere was a tad more humid than most castles, even evil, dank castles hosting a mad sorceror-king bent on conquest and genocide. There was the problem of no breeze coming from the lower levels, which wasn't encouraging to find a way out.
"If that doesn't work, the other solution is straight up - right into the guards and garrisons. Still, it's possible to avoid most of the guard until we manage our escape.
"Reno, I want you up behind me to cover my back. You with the sword... Taran, right? How good are you with that thing? I want you watching our backs in case something comes up from behind. I doubt there's anyone here with a working brain besides Ol' Horny Toad himself, but best not to take chances. Everyone else, stay together, and be on alert."
He turned to lead the way.
As they worked their way up the castle's levels, Jake's stance was different. Calm, quiet, eager... like a predator stalking the hunting grounds. The castle was old and its passageways myriad and well-trod, but Jake had a hunter's instinct. He could tell by experience which corridors were recently or commonly taken, and where to expect guard outposts. For his size, Jake was surprisingly quiet and stealthy.
For now, though, they needed to find Hen Wen. Jake lifted his finger to his lips, and listened carefully for the squeals of a pig. He made stops to listen every few rooms or so.
"That's great," Jake said, getting up. "I'd like to try that recipe out sometime myself."
He took a torch off a nearby wall.
"From what I heard, the pig's not so much for creating skeletons as finding a piece of kitchenware that will allow him to raise the dead. Pig's got the power to see the unseen, so I understood. And generally, if the Horned King gets his hands on said cauldron, we'd be looking at hordes of undead that can be replenished easily, and, well, no need to tell you that's a Bad Thing."
Jake rubbed his chest, as though it was still sore.
"Trust me, the Horned Freak could really use a makeover, but no denying he's a tough bastard. Keep your eyes peeled, and let's get moving."
He turned to the other freed prisoners. "Any idea where to start looking?"
With a flick of his wrist, Jake called forth Kaiser Leo, his trusty ax-shaped Keyblade. The thing was almost as big as he was, and glinted a bright bronze and silver in the torchlight. Dangling from its handle was a snarling lion's head the size of an orange.
"Better to be prepared," he said with a wink. He lead the group, taking point with his trusty weapon firmly in hand...
He took a torch off a nearby wall.
"From what I heard, the pig's not so much for creating skeletons as finding a piece of kitchenware that will allow him to raise the dead. Pig's got the power to see the unseen, so I understood. And generally, if the Horned King gets his hands on said cauldron, we'd be looking at hordes of undead that can be replenished easily, and, well, no need to tell you that's a Bad Thing."
Jake rubbed his chest, as though it was still sore.
"Trust me, the Horned Freak could really use a makeover, but no denying he's a tough bastard. Keep your eyes peeled, and let's get moving."
He turned to the other freed prisoners. "Any idea where to start looking?"
With a flick of his wrist, Jake called forth Kaiser Leo, his trusty ax-shaped Keyblade. The thing was almost as big as he was, and glinted a bright bronze and silver in the torchlight. Dangling from its handle was a snarling lion's head the size of an orange.
"Better to be prepared," he said with a wink. He lead the group, taking point with his trusty weapon firmly in hand...
Sorry it took so long to post. Partly the new job so I don't have the time as much anymore.
Another quite day for Jake, or so it seemed. Sit in the cell, wait for the meal of the day (if the guards felt that generous), trick Creeper into abusing himself (he'd feel guilty about it if the little thing weren't so odious and unlikeable), get ready to do it all over again tomorrow.
To be honest, it would probably be a bit more bearable if he hadn't been responsible for his own predicament. You don't walk into a man's domain and start causing trouble. Of course, he wouldn't have had to cause trouble if the guy wasn't such a colossal prick, but it also turned out he was also a pretty powerful magician.
In retrospect, Jake should have taken it easy with the drink; fighting the Horned King drunk was a less appealing proposal when sober, especially given where he ended up.
Oh well, live and learn, he guessed. He just needed to try and come up with a way out of this prison. The company are nice, but the hosts are condescending at best, the lodgings aren't so hot, and don't get him started on the food. Plus, he was getting a bit stir-crazy.
Still, there was the issue of the reinforced jail cell and the wards designed to keep him in. He sighed as he leaned back against the wall.
"Dammit, Gabe, I hate it when you're right," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Even when you're not here. 'Don't go around picking fights, try to think your way through things for a change...' Damn, I miss those days."
He suddenly stopped, his body rigid. He thought he heard footsteps coming his way. Not the heavy footsteps of some flunky, the dry rattling shuffles of a skeletal warrior, or the fumbling, soft treads of the diminutive Creeper. This seemed to be a more lively step. Like a young man or a boy.
Jake tried to look out of his jail cell and grab a peek of the newcomer. To his surprise, he was not met by a new guard or a new prisoner, but rather of a young, healthy, if skinny young boy. But what's he doing here? He raised his eyebrows when he saw the Keyblade in the boy's hand. Looks like this was his lucky day.
"Hey kid," he said, "mind helping me out here? I think I'd like to check out of this hotel, but I think management forgot to assign me my room key."
Once free from his cell, Jake cut up and took his first step out of the cell, stretching almost blissfully, a wide grin on his face as he flexed his arms and legs, cringing a bit as his joints and sinews made cracking noises, fighting the cramps that had accumulated in his captivity.
"Thanks for the assist, kid," Jake said, sighing in relief. "Hoo, man feels good to be out of there... Though I think we need to get moving. I don't think management likes the idea of visiting hours."
Then he noticed the sumptuous meal of chocolate chip pancakes.
"On second thought, we really can't do much on an empty stomach, can we?" he said, giving a wide grin as he sat down to eat with the group.
If Renose had a healthy appetite, Jake's appetite could only be compared to a dragon's. He was putting away food like there was no tomorrow, only too glad to have such delicious fare after a few weeks of weak or stomach-turning gruel. His grin became more confident, and he was soon chatting casually with the rest, including the Keyblade wielder, whose name he found out Renose.
"Oh, no," Jake replied with a chuckle. "Prison food isn't as bad as you think - it's worse. Seriously, I think that Creeper spits in the food or something. I would say the others do too, but the mercenaries and orcs don't waste food, and skeletons don't have salivary glands.
"I'm Jake, by the way. John Grendell, but my friends call me Jake. You know, it's a shame you summoned these. I'd love to get the recipe for these later - well, when we get out of here.
"Speaking of which, what's the plan? You got into this prison to free us and all, and that's great, but I'm thinking we need to get cracking soon or the guards might suspect something."
To be honest, it would probably be a bit more bearable if he hadn't been responsible for his own predicament. You don't walk into a man's domain and start causing trouble. Of course, he wouldn't have had to cause trouble if the guy wasn't such a colossal prick, but it also turned out he was also a pretty powerful magician.
In retrospect, Jake should have taken it easy with the drink; fighting the Horned King drunk was a less appealing proposal when sober, especially given where he ended up.
Oh well, live and learn, he guessed. He just needed to try and come up with a way out of this prison. The company are nice, but the hosts are condescending at best, the lodgings aren't so hot, and don't get him started on the food. Plus, he was getting a bit stir-crazy.
Still, there was the issue of the reinforced jail cell and the wards designed to keep him in. He sighed as he leaned back against the wall.
"Dammit, Gabe, I hate it when you're right," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Even when you're not here. 'Don't go around picking fights, try to think your way through things for a change...' Damn, I miss those days."
He suddenly stopped, his body rigid. He thought he heard footsteps coming his way. Not the heavy footsteps of some flunky, the dry rattling shuffles of a skeletal warrior, or the fumbling, soft treads of the diminutive Creeper. This seemed to be a more lively step. Like a young man or a boy.
Jake tried to look out of his jail cell and grab a peek of the newcomer. To his surprise, he was not met by a new guard or a new prisoner, but rather of a young, healthy, if skinny young boy. But what's he doing here? He raised his eyebrows when he saw the Keyblade in the boy's hand. Looks like this was his lucky day.
"Hey kid," he said, "mind helping me out here? I think I'd like to check out of this hotel, but I think management forgot to assign me my room key."
Renose said He did the same thing to the boy's cell and then went over to the other 'special prisoner's' cell and unlocked it as well in the same manner, the magical barrier being no problem for both Reno and his Keyblade. After their cells were unlocked Reno's glove suddenly vanished from his hand and in front of him appeared a very large book, his glider. The book actually opened and Reno literally jumped into the pages, his body sinking into the pages as one would sink into a body of water. Not but a minute later he returned, floating up from the pages as one would emerge from water as the book closed. Around him were floating several plates of one of Reno's favorite dishes, pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes to be precise. There were enough plates for everyone floating around him. On them all were a stack of four pancakes that all had both syrup and butter on them as well as a fork, knife, and napkin on each plate. One plate floated towards each of them, including the dog. "I made you all pancakes, you should eat up. I heard prison food tastes awful in the game I was talking about". Again, he just gave a kind, innocent, childlike smile as he passed them the plates, which now floated in front of them waiting to be taken and eaten. The pancakes both looked and smelled delicious and if they were eaten they would also taste delicious as well.
Once free from his cell, Jake cut up and took his first step out of the cell, stretching almost blissfully, a wide grin on his face as he flexed his arms and legs, cringing a bit as his joints and sinews made cracking noises, fighting the cramps that had accumulated in his captivity.
"Thanks for the assist, kid," Jake said, sighing in relief. "Hoo, man feels good to be out of there... Though I think we need to get moving. I don't think management likes the idea of visiting hours."
Then he noticed the sumptuous meal of chocolate chip pancakes.
"On second thought, we really can't do much on an empty stomach, can we?" he said, giving a wide grin as he sat down to eat with the group.
If Renose had a healthy appetite, Jake's appetite could only be compared to a dragon's. He was putting away food like there was no tomorrow, only too glad to have such delicious fare after a few weeks of weak or stomach-turning gruel. His grin became more confident, and he was soon chatting casually with the rest, including the Keyblade wielder, whose name he found out Renose.
"Oh, no," Jake replied with a chuckle. "Prison food isn't as bad as you think - it's worse. Seriously, I think that Creeper spits in the food or something. I would say the others do too, but the mercenaries and orcs don't waste food, and skeletons don't have salivary glands.
"I'm Jake, by the way. John Grendell, but my friends call me Jake. You know, it's a shame you summoned these. I'd love to get the recipe for these later - well, when we get out of here.
"Speaking of which, what's the plan? You got into this prison to free us and all, and that's great, but I'm thinking we need to get cracking soon or the guards might suspect something."
I came in at the end of the previous forum, so I didn't do much there. Hopefully this will be different.
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