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hope your all still here...only posting to let you know a post is on the way ;-) really. and cookies. I'll make cookies too.
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Long and it tried to kill me. ;-). I will have a post up by the next weekend I just didn't expect insanity for the holidays.
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No worries Jollan. I'm still alive but barely. Don't give up on me y'all.
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Grief. Sorry for the delay. Post tomorrow (Sunday). As long as I have a computer or phone this thread will not die but it may move at the speed of slow molasses.
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Grief. Sorry for the delay. Post tomorrow (Sunday). As long as I have a computer or phone this thread will not die but it may move at the speed of slow molasses.
Been out of town for a couple of days. Have a couple more to go. Will post when home. *tips hat*
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ok spartan post is up...I am tired and want to sleep but wanted to let people begin work on whatever actions they may choose to take at the moment.
Brief qualities of Dreknor: Enforcer. Superhuman strength, endurance, and agaility. Body can be harmed but it little affects the spirit inhabiting. Irrational, cannot be reasoned with or talked to, entirely devoted to Eshowdow.
Brisa: down, squashed under Argurios, and slightly stunned from the impact
Argurios: knocked down, otherwise uninjured
Jatan & Aiden: untouched at the moment
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Here are a couple images of the setting...
We are in a river front town, down one of the alleys by a canal that leads to the river. The buildings are mostly wood or rock or a mixture of wood & rock....the canal is deep enough for small fishing boats, the river itself is some distance away, wide and deep and even flowing, an excellent fishing river., and many small fishing boats are tied up at the docks but they are some distance away (within eye sight but still a good run...about 1-2 city blocks). The alley is deserted, everyone having been drawn away to fight the fires.
Brief qualities of Dreknor: Enforcer. Superhuman strength, endurance, and agaility. Body can be harmed but it little affects the spirit inhabiting. Irrational, cannot be reasoned with or talked to, entirely devoted to Eshowdow.
Brisa: down, squashed under Argurios, and slightly stunned from the impact
Argurios: knocked down, otherwise uninjured
Jatan & Aiden: untouched at the moment
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Here are a couple images of the setting...
We are in a river front town, down one of the alleys by a canal that leads to the river. The buildings are mostly wood or rock or a mixture of wood & rock....the canal is deep enough for small fishing boats, the river itself is some distance away, wide and deep and even flowing, an excellent fishing river., and many small fishing boats are tied up at the docks but they are some distance away (within eye sight but still a good run...about 1-2 city blocks). The alley is deserted, everyone having been drawn away to fight the fires.
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As the children ran only a single enforcer bothered to follow them, but one was more than enough, more than they had a hope of being able to handle. He was fuled by the power of the shadow god, his shadow bound to the god, his body nothing but a shell for the power that now inhabited it. Unnoticed by the kids he was easily able to follow them.
Brisa was doing her best to hang on but she couldn't even ride a horse, and they were built to be ridden. Plus she could tell her friend was tired, she needed to get down...but jumping while in motion seemed to be a bad idea. She was still trying to figure out what to do when the decision was taken out of her hands.
A force hit Argurios from behind, Brisa didn't even see what only knew she was falling and there was nothing she could do about it. She hit the ground with an impact that knocked the breath from her body and nearly caused her to black out. The only thing she managed to do before she fell was to emit a little shriek, and that was it.
Dreknor had found his quarry at last, and he did not hesitate. With superior strength, speed, and endurance, not to mention his holy zeal he feared nothing. Least of all a group of small children. His first move took them by surprise as he barreled straight into Argurios from behind, wrapping his arms about the young half-orc, and tumbling both of them to the ground on top of the unfortunate Brisa.
Brisa couldn't think of of anything save that she was trapped and barely able to breathe, partly from impact and partly because she was half-smothered under bodies. Every breath was agony in her side, she was sure she would pass out soon from the pain.
Dreknor rolled, quick and agile as a cat, off Argurios and leaped to his feet, solid black eyes showing no emotion as he sought not only to stop the children, but to kill without question or remorse.
Brisa was doing her best to hang on but she couldn't even ride a horse, and they were built to be ridden. Plus she could tell her friend was tired, she needed to get down...but jumping while in motion seemed to be a bad idea. She was still trying to figure out what to do when the decision was taken out of her hands.
A force hit Argurios from behind, Brisa didn't even see what only knew she was falling and there was nothing she could do about it. She hit the ground with an impact that knocked the breath from her body and nearly caused her to black out. The only thing she managed to do before she fell was to emit a little shriek, and that was it.
Dreknor had found his quarry at last, and he did not hesitate. With superior strength, speed, and endurance, not to mention his holy zeal he feared nothing. Least of all a group of small children. His first move took them by surprise as he barreled straight into Argurios from behind, wrapping his arms about the young half-orc, and tumbling both of them to the ground on top of the unfortunate Brisa.
Brisa couldn't think of of anything save that she was trapped and barely able to breathe, partly from impact and partly because she was half-smothered under bodies. Every breath was agony in her side, she was sure she would pass out soon from the pain.
Dreknor rolled, quick and agile as a cat, off Argurios and leaped to his feet, solid black eyes showing no emotion as he sought not only to stop the children, but to kill without question or remorse.
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sorry for the delay. my post should be up tonight
Selena drove randomly, this wasn't her home, she had no idea where she was, so her route was as haphazard as a drunken monkey. She thought she was going to the airport, but as she drove around she kept running into traffic, human and vehicular. This was why she hated cities, and the more she wandered aimlessly the more she hated this particular city.
She was in fine mood when she finally pulled over into a mostly deserted parking lot. Grumbling and swearing to no one she sputtered and finally swore herself out with no one around to hear her. That was standard operating procedure for her; she was generally polite in public and swore like a sailor in private.
By the time she was ready to move on she had missed much. She picked up her phone from where it sat in the cup holder, hoping that it would have answers. It was still blank, the only thing it had on it was the strange message she had gotten earlier. When you don't know the answer what do you do...look it up, double check the math, and if that failed...well it had never failed before.
Finally she started the engine up again and headed out, this time in a much more focused manner. She would get to the airport, figure out what she needed to do, and go home. That was the plan anyway. The edge of panic was still there, but she had all but convinced herself she was being ridiculous. She didn't believe in mass hysteria, blaming it generally on the media and stupidity.
As she got close to the airport, this time she paid attention to the signs, traffic thickened again until it came to a standstill. There was a back up of cars. She almost pulled into the line of traffic, that’s what one did, the acceptable action, when she realized that some of the cars were crushed. Not just a little dinged...full out squashed. Her eyes widened as she scanned the area.
This was no ordinary traffic jam and suddenly sounds finally registered. Up till now she had been puzzling out things in her mind, to the extent that she was ignoring much of what went on around her. Now she caught the sound of panicked people, gunshots, and over it all the repeated announcement...
...quarantine. Please return to your homes. This city is under immediate quarantine...
Quarantine? She wondered. Without really thinking what she was doing she backed up and headed away from the cluster-fuck of people and more importantly away from the gunshots. She was not unused to gunshots, she used to live in the rat hole part of Honolulu, but it was important to get away. The idea of leaving the city didn't even occur to her, she was a law abiding citizen, for the most part anyway. Quarantines were for the benefit of all; she had never subscribed to the various conspiracy theories regarding quarantines and government control. Her home was so isolated anyway, most of the theories made no sense to her because they required masses of people and/or cities. What did bother her was the fact she had no idea what the quarantine was for, or what she should do. She had no home to go to and little money to survive off away from home. She flipped the radio on to the AM channels and set it to scan, hoping to pick up something that was news to explain what was going on, and more importantly why.
She began to wish she had never left the island, shit like this was why she lived in the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere. She was self sufficient, she never had to see another person if she didn't want to, and she could live on virtually no money for a very long time. She worked because she loved her job, not because she really needed the money. Now she was stuck in this god awful city, unable to leave, no money, no one she knew, and no place to go. She did know she had to get away from the mass of people, when people panicked little good came of it. Even as she thought it a woman, yelling incoherently, raced towards her car and grabbed the door, trying to yank it open. Thank the gods it was locked. Selena frowned and stepped on the gas, leaving the screaming-mimi behind.
She was in fine mood when she finally pulled over into a mostly deserted parking lot. Grumbling and swearing to no one she sputtered and finally swore herself out with no one around to hear her. That was standard operating procedure for her; she was generally polite in public and swore like a sailor in private.
By the time she was ready to move on she had missed much. She picked up her phone from where it sat in the cup holder, hoping that it would have answers. It was still blank, the only thing it had on it was the strange message she had gotten earlier. When you don't know the answer what do you do...look it up, double check the math, and if that failed...well it had never failed before.
Finally she started the engine up again and headed out, this time in a much more focused manner. She would get to the airport, figure out what she needed to do, and go home. That was the plan anyway. The edge of panic was still there, but she had all but convinced herself she was being ridiculous. She didn't believe in mass hysteria, blaming it generally on the media and stupidity.
As she got close to the airport, this time she paid attention to the signs, traffic thickened again until it came to a standstill. There was a back up of cars. She almost pulled into the line of traffic, that’s what one did, the acceptable action, when she realized that some of the cars were crushed. Not just a little dinged...full out squashed. Her eyes widened as she scanned the area.
This was no ordinary traffic jam and suddenly sounds finally registered. Up till now she had been puzzling out things in her mind, to the extent that she was ignoring much of what went on around her. Now she caught the sound of panicked people, gunshots, and over it all the repeated announcement...
...quarantine. Please return to your homes. This city is under immediate quarantine...
Quarantine? She wondered. Without really thinking what she was doing she backed up and headed away from the cluster-fuck of people and more importantly away from the gunshots. She was not unused to gunshots, she used to live in the rat hole part of Honolulu, but it was important to get away. The idea of leaving the city didn't even occur to her, she was a law abiding citizen, for the most part anyway. Quarantines were for the benefit of all; she had never subscribed to the various conspiracy theories regarding quarantines and government control. Her home was so isolated anyway, most of the theories made no sense to her because they required masses of people and/or cities. What did bother her was the fact she had no idea what the quarantine was for, or what she should do. She had no home to go to and little money to survive off away from home. She flipped the radio on to the AM channels and set it to scan, hoping to pick up something that was news to explain what was going on, and more importantly why.
She began to wish she had never left the island, shit like this was why she lived in the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere. She was self sufficient, she never had to see another person if she didn't want to, and she could live on virtually no money for a very long time. She worked because she loved her job, not because she really needed the money. Now she was stuck in this god awful city, unable to leave, no money, no one she knew, and no place to go. She did know she had to get away from the mass of people, when people panicked little good came of it. Even as she thought it a woman, yelling incoherently, raced towards her car and grabbed the door, trying to yank it open. Thank the gods it was locked. Selena frowned and stepped on the gas, leaving the screaming-mimi behind.
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