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It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
- Mark Twain
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The sudden blast lit up the night sky brighter than she’d ever seen, causing her to shield her eyes from the piercing sting of the light.
“Wha..?” She half-exclaimed, watching as what appeared to be a wave of fire ravaged the jungle further up ahead and the heat -even from that distance- could be felt on her bare skin.
“Shit!”
S’varkas stumbled down the tree, doing her best not to fall the entire way, but managed to gain a few seconds by catching the hanging vines and swinging to a more stable branch. She quickly hit the ground running and yelled out to the guardian machine.
“Ter’shulos! Move dammit, now!”
The golem, acknowledging the initial ancient command word, turned itself to face the direction of her master, and with it’s mighty legs pumping pistons and spinning gears, lumbered once again through the thick jungle at a speed no faster that a fast walk. She didn’t dare to look back, as it would most likely cause a fear far worse than she was feeling, but she also worried about the iron machine. It wasn’t built for speed or agility, but strength and resilience. It’s metal makeup combined with the infused magical properties, should protect it from high heat, but S’varkas didn’t know what sort of evil the fire was birthed from, and it may well swallow up everything in it’s path.
The girl looked ahead at the treeline to get her bearings, and realized that one of the underground storage facilities was close by, as long as she could make it to the hatch in time...
“Wha..?” She half-exclaimed, watching as what appeared to be a wave of fire ravaged the jungle further up ahead and the heat -even from that distance- could be felt on her bare skin.
“Shit!”
S’varkas stumbled down the tree, doing her best not to fall the entire way, but managed to gain a few seconds by catching the hanging vines and swinging to a more stable branch. She quickly hit the ground running and yelled out to the guardian machine.
“Ter’shulos! Move dammit, now!”
The golem, acknowledging the initial ancient command word, turned itself to face the direction of her master, and with it’s mighty legs pumping pistons and spinning gears, lumbered once again through the thick jungle at a speed no faster that a fast walk. She didn’t dare to look back, as it would most likely cause a fear far worse than she was feeling, but she also worried about the iron machine. It wasn’t built for speed or agility, but strength and resilience. It’s metal makeup combined with the infused magical properties, should protect it from high heat, but S’varkas didn’t know what sort of evil the fire was birthed from, and it may well swallow up everything in it’s path.
The girl looked ahead at the treeline to get her bearings, and realized that one of the underground storage facilities was close by, as long as she could make it to the hatch in time...
“Nate, have I told you recently that I hate you?”
Vin couldn’t help but smirk at the offhanded comment, which made him feel less upset by the fact that Eli was becoming more of a pain in the ass than Nate. He couldn’t help but feel responsible -slightly- for Abigail & Brooks sudden departure, as though he could have done more to convince them to stay, but maybe they didn’t belong. Did any of the group really belong here? Vin looked over at Christy, who kept her dog Jack close by her side at all times, although he couldn’t blame her. Not out in this part of the country where any protection was better than nothing. Although for the short time that he’d held the pistol dropped by Brooks earlier, he didn’t feel all that much safer. But he was never much for guns, especially guns held by psychopaths.
His attention immediately snapped to Jennifer’s voice calling out to him and Nate from the mine’s entrance. There she was. Disheveled expression, frazzled hair, dirt and soot covered clothing, and yet still managed to look as good as the day he’d met her. Perhaps not the same floral and coconut scent he’d become accustomed to, but none of the group had properly bathed in a few days and Jennifer most likely smelled the least repulsive. Either way, he was happy to see her face, and that fact that she was unharmed.
“Well hey, what’s up sunshine?”
He quickly mocked a debonair expression, if for no other reason than to break up the weird and dark shit that had transpired only moments ago. But her countenance seemed to take on a grim tone as she gazed at Vin for what had felt like an eternity to him. His own smile seemed to fade as well, returning her stare with a slight tilt of his head and arch of an eyebrow as though he were mentally asking the question: What the hell is wrong with you?
Her question then brought him back to his current mindset, shaking off the weird feeling he got from her.
“Eh…yeah, we’re fine out here, I think. Nate? Are we fine?”
Vin couldn’t help but smirk at the offhanded comment, which made him feel less upset by the fact that Eli was becoming more of a pain in the ass than Nate. He couldn’t help but feel responsible -slightly- for Abigail & Brooks sudden departure, as though he could have done more to convince them to stay, but maybe they didn’t belong. Did any of the group really belong here? Vin looked over at Christy, who kept her dog Jack close by her side at all times, although he couldn’t blame her. Not out in this part of the country where any protection was better than nothing. Although for the short time that he’d held the pistol dropped by Brooks earlier, he didn’t feel all that much safer. But he was never much for guns, especially guns held by psychopaths.
His attention immediately snapped to Jennifer’s voice calling out to him and Nate from the mine’s entrance. There she was. Disheveled expression, frazzled hair, dirt and soot covered clothing, and yet still managed to look as good as the day he’d met her. Perhaps not the same floral and coconut scent he’d become accustomed to, but none of the group had properly bathed in a few days and Jennifer most likely smelled the least repulsive. Either way, he was happy to see her face, and that fact that she was unharmed.
“Well hey, what’s up sunshine?”
He quickly mocked a debonair expression, if for no other reason than to break up the weird and dark shit that had transpired only moments ago. But her countenance seemed to take on a grim tone as she gazed at Vin for what had felt like an eternity to him. His own smile seemed to fade as well, returning her stare with a slight tilt of his head and arch of an eyebrow as though he were mentally asking the question: What the hell is wrong with you?
Her question then brought him back to his current mindset, shaking off the weird feeling he got from her.
“Eh…yeah, we’re fine out here, I think. Nate? Are we fine?”
In that case, I'll have a post shortly.
Hopefully "soon" will be sooner than later.
Also, I suppose if it comes down to it, we can gracefully exit Eric for the time being, which will currently leave us with Vin, Nate, Jennifer, Eli, and...Christy(?)
Also, I suppose if it comes down to it, we can gracefully exit Eric for the time being, which will currently leave us with Vin, Nate, Jennifer, Eli, and...Christy(?)
@Rawk ~feels like she just pissed off a British Nanny~ @.@ I think you're taking Shaken, not stirred to a whole new level...
*eh em* Well yes. I was simply...caught in a nostalgic moment. Won't happen again...
Unless of course another episode of "LARP Flashback" comes into view. >.>
I personally got into roleplay through Cosplay which originally turned into LARP...
Welcome! Oh man, I have't been involved in LARP in ages...AGES I TELL YOU!
*shakes @Lady Amalthea viciously because she happens to be within range*
Where did your LARPing take place, Mr Barton? I think my most memorable was playing Werewolf: The Apocalypse (Circa mid-90s?) in the same hotel where a ComicCon was being held, and our troupe basically took over the whole building. Half-crazed, feral-looking characters running amuck! It was good times...
In a word: YES.
In two words: HELL. YES.
In two words: HELL. YES.
Fer’ualtha
Her voice whispered the ancient command, signaling the golem to cease its course and stand guard in the meantime. S’varkas climbed the towering nearby tree, knotted with crisscrossing vines that travelled the length of the trunk, making it perfect for ease of ascension. Her eyes followed the small woodland creatures still running from the direction of what could be a whole lot of something.
Or, perhaps nothing?
“You'll be considered the City imbecile if you muck this one up.” She verbally reprimanded herself, continuing the climb to the highest branch, snorting slightly at the thought. “And then what? Cast out by your own people for lack of valid discernment between what's good and evil?”
She'd spent most of her life playing the good daughter, the loyal and honorable one whose concerns always fell on the welfare of her community and her father's wishes. Everything else seemed to matter very little, except now she sensed things were changing, and even her father's well hidden fears were beginning to surface each day of his rule.
S’varkas narrowed her eyes, trying to focus into the distant ground movement. Her sight was fading more often, especially at night, and it seemed that each time she would augment her vision with magic, her human sight would become slightly less sharp. It was a concern, nonetheless, but one that would have to wait. Two figures, no three? Humanoids? One of which appears to be…smoldering as he walked? She rubbed her eyes, hoping that they were playing tricks on her, but the scene still remained the same.
“Have the demon hordes begun their approach?”
She whispered, fear welling up inside her for the first time in a long time.
“Is this the beginning of the end?”
Her voice whispered the ancient command, signaling the golem to cease its course and stand guard in the meantime. S’varkas climbed the towering nearby tree, knotted with crisscrossing vines that travelled the length of the trunk, making it perfect for ease of ascension. Her eyes followed the small woodland creatures still running from the direction of what could be a whole lot of something.
Or, perhaps nothing?
“You'll be considered the City imbecile if you muck this one up.” She verbally reprimanded herself, continuing the climb to the highest branch, snorting slightly at the thought. “And then what? Cast out by your own people for lack of valid discernment between what's good and evil?”
She'd spent most of her life playing the good daughter, the loyal and honorable one whose concerns always fell on the welfare of her community and her father's wishes. Everything else seemed to matter very little, except now she sensed things were changing, and even her father's well hidden fears were beginning to surface each day of his rule.
S’varkas narrowed her eyes, trying to focus into the distant ground movement. Her sight was fading more often, especially at night, and it seemed that each time she would augment her vision with magic, her human sight would become slightly less sharp. It was a concern, nonetheless, but one that would have to wait. Two figures, no three? Humanoids? One of which appears to be…smoldering as he walked? She rubbed her eyes, hoping that they were playing tricks on her, but the scene still remained the same.
“Have the demon hordes begun their approach?”
She whispered, fear welling up inside her for the first time in a long time.
“Is this the beginning of the end?”
S’varkas kept in the shadows cast by the canopy of trees and brush, watching as the magically imbued iron giant slashed and stomped its way through the thick vines, fallen dead trees, embedded boulders, and just about any other obstacle that was within its range. Twice the machine stopped, however, as one of it’s servos and pistons misfired and needed a quick calibration before continuing its intended course.
“Shit, I really need to repair you properly when we return.”
She mumbled and shook her head in disappointment, realizing that she’d had this beast for several years, and even the magic within can only do so much before it’s parts begin to decay from the dense moisture that the region can produce on it’s hottest days. Daylight was still hours away, however, and she had to get back soon before she was discovered yet again that she'd snuck out after the city-wide curfew went into effect. But she had to find out what was-
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by several smaller nocturnal creatures running toward her direction, and past both her and the golem, without even an acknowledgement of their presence.
“Something has them rattled for sure, yeah?” She said, speaking to herself mostly, considering the metal golem understood little of her language save for a few commands in the old arcane tongue.
Sticking close to the thick brush, she continued trudging through the damp ground, careful not to hit a sinkhole or quicksand, which would be more than a bitch to get out of. A flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation created a shroud around her, which blended her body and scent with the surrounding plant life, creating a camouflage of sorts. This was sufficient for scouting and keeping distant enough from the prying eyes of most animals and strangers alike.
“Shit, I really need to repair you properly when we return.”
She mumbled and shook her head in disappointment, realizing that she’d had this beast for several years, and even the magic within can only do so much before it’s parts begin to decay from the dense moisture that the region can produce on it’s hottest days. Daylight was still hours away, however, and she had to get back soon before she was discovered yet again that she'd snuck out after the city-wide curfew went into effect. But she had to find out what was-
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by several smaller nocturnal creatures running toward her direction, and past both her and the golem, without even an acknowledgement of their presence.
“Something has them rattled for sure, yeah?” She said, speaking to herself mostly, considering the metal golem understood little of her language save for a few commands in the old arcane tongue.
Sticking close to the thick brush, she continued trudging through the damp ground, careful not to hit a sinkhole or quicksand, which would be more than a bitch to get out of. A flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation created a shroud around her, which blended her body and scent with the surrounding plant life, creating a camouflage of sorts. This was sufficient for scouting and keeping distant enough from the prying eyes of most animals and strangers alike.
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