PrivateVentures

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@ChaoticFox Thanks for keeping me posted!

To Teluval, Farewell

Chama's got a short temper. Maybe Dali should start rolling up for him, too.

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Collaboration between @PrivateVentures and @Darach

Dali, startled by Saiorse's coin suddenly in his face, yelped involuntarily. "It's just a ssstory! Zsaakeo almighty! You people and thisss sstory!" He gestured toward the redheaded sorceror. "You and that guy both!" Dali was indignant at this point. Not only had his performance been interrupted, but suddenly, come to find out, humans had a serious problem with this particular legend. He'd always thought it was a good story, but he never realized people would take it so seriously. "And you!", he turned to the wizard. "Shooting indissscriminate fire in town and yelling at public performers! Have you losst your head?" Dali had taken one step too far. The night was otherwise quiet, the silence punctuated by the chirping of crickets and the rustling of night beasts.

A grumbler roared nearby as Chama's body tensed and he turned toward Dali, a savage look in his eye.

Chama's body froze in place. "What did you just say?" Chama's voice was so low it caused his hooded cloak to vibrate. Chama's father had been beheaded in his sleep. It was the last memory he had of him. Anytime the reference is made he losses more then his temper. More likely he loses all control. "lost my head, LOST MY HEAD!" Chama bellowed as he turned on his heel to face Dali. "I will show you who's head will be lost, you drunken Gecko!" Chama's eyes were glowing fiercly, His hair floating on an invisible breeze as it took on its own light. Ash seeped from Chama's nostils and the edges of his mouth. He pulled back his cloak and revealed his arms wrapped in chains connected to two Scythes on either end with bejeweled hilts. Chama stepped forward with his left foot and centered himself. With another motion the chains freed themselves and dangled a couple of inches from the ground. He gripped the scythes in hand and angled at Dali. "I do hope your bite matches your Sssmart mouth Ssssnake!" Chama mocked Dali as he shook off his cloak and revealed a scale like chain mail wrapped around his body. "Fight me!" Chama snarled, "What's there to be afraid of? Your scales should be more then enough to keep you alive." Chama continued to mock Dali. "Better yet, how about I just bring the fight to you!" Chama yelled as he dashed forward, planting his right foot a few feet from Dali and releasing his Scythes. He grabbed the chains they were attached to and rotated 360 degrees violently. The Scythes Reached out in a 2 foot radius and aimed to sever anything in their paths.

Dali was appalled. This heckler had not only interrupted a fun show, but now had literally shouted "Fight me" before actually drawing his weapons and engaging. Dali shouted, "WHAT, WHY?" as Chama whipped his scythes to bear, and begain spinning. Literally spinning, Dali thought as he hit the dirt, his new adversary's blades whirling over his head. His hat flew off and caught one of the blades, leaving a ragged hole in the brim. He shouted a prayer aloud, as the scythes spun over him. "ZSAAKEO BEFORE ME, ZSAAKEO BEHIND ME-" This was his only option. He feared fire above anything, save amputation, and already had seen this man hurl a flame down a long bridge. He visualized a dozen of himself, hoping to confuse his attacker. "-ZSAAKEO ABOVE ME, ZSAAKEO BELOW ME-" Adrenaline rushed and norepinephrine flowed copiously as he lay, face pressed into the dirt, praying, and imagining himself an army. If Dali had sweat glands, the dirt would have become mud in seconds.

To Teluval, Farewell

@Stitches Decisions, decisions...

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@Exit Agreed! Very interested to see how GruSum handles the group.

To Teluval, Farewell

Dali was not amused.

Not only had this red-headed derelict interrupted the show, but he had also begun causing a scene. This would not have been a problem, had Dali himself not also been causing his own scene. A different sort of scene, but a scene nonetheless. He'd deal with that later. He figured now was as good a time as any to try something new. I really hope I'm drunk enough for this finale. He struck a wide-footed stance, a "power stance" and tried to focus. He could feel his spell weakening.

He closed his eyes while the white-haired ninja and the weirdo-wizard guy settled whatever issue the guy had. Maybe he's just drunk. He concentrated, feeling the air in the room start to ionize, his hallucinatory spell's success dependent on the changing air pressure.

"Thisss sshow iss ssscrewed." He looked toward the door, where the two intriguing strangers had just exited. "Unless..." Please be drunk enough... And he cracked his knuckles and began to play.

e|--9---------------drinks began to steam-----------------------|YES YES YES!
B|-12(14)~---12(14)-12p9-----------------------------12-14(16)~-|
G|-----------------------11-9-11(13)~~-------9-11/13------------|
D|-----------------the lights blurred and rippled------9h11-----|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------|IT'S WORKING!
E|--------------------------------------------------------------|

His fingers blurred, his claws dulled themselves, he played so fast. One chipped, the fragment flying through the air, unnoticed, to land in a patron's rye whiskey and soda. The drink's owner noticed nothing. The lights in the room glowed brighter. He spit out his cigar, where it smoked on the floor, leaving behind only the smell of pine and lemon.

e|-----------------------------------------|
B|-14p12----14(17)~--14(17)14p12----14-12~-|
G|-------13----------------------13--------|CAN'T HOLD BACK-, he thought, then answered himself: But why would I want to?
D|-----drinks began to boil----------------|
A|-----------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

Everyone left in the room beheld flames erupting from Dali's hands. They saw his claws smoking. They watched reality break like ethereal glass as his music became beautiful chaos.

--------5-------CRY TO YOUR GODS--------------------------8--8-----------8-5------------------------8b10---------7b9----------7-5---7p5--------------------------------------------7------7p5--------------------------PRAY FOR MERCY-----------------------8------------------
---------------------------------------------------8b10---8--5-------8--10--8---------Dali's brain felt like bursting-------------5----like a rotten melon------------------8b10----------10-8----8h10------------8-5---
------------------Dali's mind was changing----------------10-----his soul was changing------7b9-------7-----------------------------Someone was screaming-------------------------------------------------------------------------THE GODS MUST RISE----------------------Dali was screaming-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------5-----------------------------------------The fire rose higher and higher----------------8-5---------------------5---7p5------------5---5-5-----------7-5--7p5--------------7-----7-5---5-7----7------5------------7----7p5-7p5----------------7-----------------------------------------8-------------------------------------he could feel it--------------------------IF THEY ARE TO FALL---------------------------------------------------CHAOS ENSUES------------------------------13----------10------------------

Light blended into matter and the air surged with electricity. Dali's figure seemed to warp into something with eight arms and three heads. It became something awful, something unfathomable, something arcane. Dali wasn't bothered.
-12----12-14----------10----12-10----10-12/14----14-----------8/12-------------12--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------15b17-15-12------------------15b17-15-13--15-13-13-------------15b17-15-13---------------------the air sizzled-------------------------------14----------the darkness had weight------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------SONG OF THE OLD ONES------------------------------------------------higher and higher, the fire raged---------------------------13-15b17b15p13----13-15b17b15p13----13---15b17b15p13----13--15b17b15p13--------------------14----------------14------------------14-----------------14---------------------the darkness was heavy--------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------screaming echoes--------------------------------------------------------------------the light strobed faster and faster------------------------------------------------

Dali's eight arms became eight tentacles, then ten, then a raging black inferno, and then it was done. As quickly as it came, nothing more than echoes and a memory of a horrifying/incredible performance.

Dali's music started to even out as he calmed down, his brain ceasing to be drunk, and starting to become, instead, just tired.

e|-------A prayer---------9--------9-----------9-----------------------------|
B|--------------9---12(14)---12-9----9---12-9------------------------|
G|-----9-11(13)--------------that bears-----12----------12-11-9----11(13)--9~~-|
D|-/11------------------------------------------------11-------------|
A|------------------no blessing-------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------------------|

Then all was silent and still.

He panted, tongue hanging out. For an instrumental... That was one hell of a finale. He bobbed his head again to the audience, shouted, "Good night, everybody! Or... day. Or whatever time it is. Good bye, everybody! I'll be back in the future!" He sprinted down to his table, and grabbed his rucksack, coiling his chain around his arm, and slinging his guitar on his back. He clapped the child/woman at the table on the shoulder. "Thanksss for keeping an eye on everything." He tossed her a coin for her trouble, and started toward the door, before realizing that the coin he'd given her was the exact one that he needed to keep. He ran back, snatched it off the table, and left two coppers in its place. "Sssorry, needed that one." Most of the audience just sat and sweated nervously. Several automatons made satisfied whistling noises, and the barkeep clapped as he jogged out the door, bristling with curiosity at- What the hell was that about -the two most strange of strangers. He swung the door open just in time to see the redheaded wizard shoot a little ball of fire down an alley. "Careful, there. You play with fire, you're two sssteps away from being a ssserial killer. Jussst leavess animal cruelty and bedwetting." Dali chuckled as he approached.

Pens and Swords (PV's literature dump)

Pens and Swords (PV's literature dump)

To Teluval, Farewell

@Gunther It's just a suggestion, in case of writer's block, really. I find it helps to read influencing work when trying to emulate the same diction.

If Chao can't stop this, the winery will burn to the ground while Dali lets loose with a classic guitar solo.

To Teluval, Farewell

I heavily recommend that everyone read up on their Lovecraft while planning your posts. Trust me, it'll come out in your writing!