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Posted another short one because A. I'm testing out a new system (I call it: "Turning Off Distracting Music", or the "TODM" system for short. I'll be receiving rave reviews over the patent any minute now...) for writing, and B. I'm still trying to get around the fact that I'm...not a very patient writer. So in the meantime, bear with me - I'll make sure to make the next post more involved!

(Whether Ifor gets woken up early or not is entirely up to the fates at this point; otherwise, more backstory, yeaaaaah!)
Like a fierce agitator the Eye glared, basking the fulvous fields beneath in an incinerating gaze - rendering them limp, distorted and hot to the touch. Once they had stood mighty, tall and golden - traits long since tainted by the corruption of time and distress; now, having been brought to the lowest strands of their pride, with heartless strokes they collapsed unfettered from the seats of their glory, scattered like swaths of ashes across the dirt as their mutilators cut and advanced...cut, and advanced.

...

"...Iht ain't rhite!", the young man so unattractively addressed as "Scrounger" barked, lifting the blade once more before letting the weight guide it through the stalks in a tempestuous swipe. He stopped, glowering over the flaxen field, rubbing his face in irritation at the sweat stinging his eyes, stomping the ground rather childishly in a mock display of authority - seemingly trying to say: "N O T I C E M E!"

As if granted by the Baron himself, the lanky lad's prayer was answered:
"...OUW!"

"Kutt th'e blaath'ring, yha spoilt lit'l calf..." Mother groaned, retracting her hand from up the smarter side of Scrounger's head. "...Fhere ah beggar's sohn youh ought te' beh thankful fhor aal the worhk yah ken geht."

"--But not in SUHMMER!" The company whinger replied, barely ducking a followup shot by Ifor's own mitt; "Summer's fohr LAZIN', noht GRAZIN'! Leave tha' muck'in'bout teh the lhikes ohf thuh ahnts, the 'hoppers - Old Badger's do--GOHW!" Having found success, Ifor's hand returned to the task ahead, its host grumbling away to the chorus of the scythe: "Youh tahlk lhike the Bharon's brat works, Scrouhnger...youh worhk like 'eh worhks, too; Outtah keep ah look'ouht fhor a nhew roll-mhodol..."

"...Youh know, ifhor ah klowhn yoor' noht very fhunny..."

"..."

...

"...Ouw...OUWH-OUWH-OUWWWWHH--"

"--Q U O I U U H H H H H H H H T ! ! ! !" The elderly man's voice rang deep and low to deafening effect, and even Ifor found himself oddly compliant with the command. He glanced up from his momentary workout towards the source of that auditory explosion, and upon recognizing its host, a faint smile flickered by underneath his heavy brow. The hunchback left the battered carcass beneath as he rose to his feet, and just over his shoulder he could hear the approving tone of Mother's greeting:

"Sehdric - plheasunt surprhize seein' youh bahk soh eharly!"
This way each character's actions can have repercussions that affect the other characters, like a ripple effect. (Like Izzy sending in the calvary.) No character is ignored or left behind. And you can always move toward another character's location if it gets lonely. ;D


I'll have to remember that if I ever host my own RP...
Looks like we are all going to be on our own for now. It seems like this is a trend for Lantern at least (although I've noticed it in others).


That's probably the biggest problem with forum RPs - everyone's got their own story and it can be hard to weave them all together towards an overarching tapestry. But hey, at least we're Hip and Trrrendy!
I'm suddenly very intrigued to see if anyone on the island will help Golde learn about the herbs of its many biomes. When will she run out of supplies? Will anyone actually bother helping a total stranger? Do they have something similar to sweet corn on this isolated stretch of eternal night?

All that and more...right after this commercial break.
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Just finished publishing "Man Collapses From Overexertion, Then Has Flashbacks", Fourth Edition; Hope you all enjoy!...
..."And if not, then to HELL with you!"

(Also be sure to keep an eye out for "Woman Awakens From Unconsciousness After Being Dropped In Water" - coming soon to a thread near you!)
As the pendulum oscillates to maintain balance, and every effect must reciprocate a cause, so was the exhausted hunchback forced to capitulate to the cries of nature - of the aching creaks of his joints and searing pulse of his heart, the tumultuous throbbing of his skull and the rasping gasps of his breath. His weary pace trickled down from halfhearted jog to brisk walk, then a dreary amble, before entirely dropping the weight of a man and a half onto his knees amidst the spongelike sands. The foam of the tides washed about them under the cobalt haze of the aged night and the whole of his broad figure shivered with spasms of frigid, streaking pain...yet now he sought to drown out the rest - to rebel against the limitations of the body and carry on, to escape the treacherous callings of sand and sea that beckoned rest despite all the dangers of this foreign land; even a fulldial or so back, an unexpected light had cut across the sky, blinding him, and convincing the wanderer to gain evermore distance from the sight of that awful din...

"Fhurth'r...jhust...fhurt'er..."

Closing his eyes only accentuated it - the feeling of his chest caving in on itself with every breath...the needling anguish of his contracted hands and the locked state of his elbows. In this darkness he was alone, cloaked in torment, basked in agony - acutely aware of every horrible sensation as they ran wild with frenzy up and down his limbs, his torso, his head; cartwheeling around inside his throat, playing the drums across his crown - a merry little band of feral torturers seen fit to party well into the night's end. They swirled and writhed about inside him, morphing and melding into a galling maelstrom of fiendish purpose, coagulating their disseperate masses into a ghoulish design of singular, unadultered P A I N.

...

...And then with sudden dissipation, he opened his eyes, and was alone no longer.

The night had grown still - silent as the pits he'd dug for so long in his youth, and an enigmatic chill lingered on the deafened air. The lapping sensation of the waves sent shivers up his spine, causing him to glance downward...and there, he saw it...but what *Was* it? The being was faceless, gaunt and emasculated, stretched like hide upon the moonlit strip and set to dry amidst the rolling tides; everywhere the moon struck, it fled, but with an endless hunger it sought to covet all else devoid of the Lady's protection. The shape of a man, imitating a sense of life in mocking mimicry - if it were to be questioned on its identity, what would it describe itself as? A mirror without face, a Master of all yet servant to "else" - a character without character in the presence of its own? It moved as Ifor moved, felt as he felt, mouthed in unintelligable silence as he mimed his idle thoughts aloud.

...A paradigm lacking its moral?

Startlingly, it shot out across the sugary dunes - tearing outwards but then suddenly bouncing back, like a beast fettered by the rope! The world tilted askew, and as he desperately tried to maintain his balance astride this unannounced quake, Ifor shot his gaze back up toward that distant guardian of the night; her ethereal face, though low only seconds before, now launched itself across the sky - hurtling in mad desperation towards the stars! Yet...yet the seas remained constant - and in the middle of a seeming cataclysm, the drifter quite apparently understood the gravity of the scenario unfolding about him: ...The world was stable...*He* was falling. Reality slipped into still darkness, and in those final moments Ifor oddly found himself mutter a sole thought:


"...Ouw..."

...

"...GNYAHG, OUW! Whatch werr'yr bhumblin' a'bout, youh bhear you!" she growled, gingerly rubbing the bruise on her cheek. The harvesthand beside her quickly dropped his scythe and shortly followed suit onto his knees; yet the helping hand outstreched was just as swiftly rebuked, and with a growl the muscular little woman shook the lanky buffoon around by his ear, barking "Whhat part o'thaht did yhou missheere?! Pick up iht uhp 'an pahck it up, Scrounger!" Shoving him aside, the vixen shot a sharp glance over her shoulder and added: "IFHOOR, HEEHRTO! COHM SHOWH THIS DOLT 'OHW TO CAAHREE 'IHS TOOLS 'ROUND..."

As per his instructions, up hobbled the hunchback, his face sweaty and young, lacking the wrinkles of age though as always possessing his patented "Couldn't Care Less" visage. With a grunt, he quickly heaved the tall reaper up onto his shoulder, then, tilted it askew so that it's head faced the ground and its butt the sky. Having demonstrated this ludicrously simple concept, he then returned the tool to the dirt, nodding at Scrounger before pointing back towards the it; however, as soon as the gaunt young man had reached over to retrieve it, quite unexpectedly from above came the wrathful hand of, it seemed, the Old Lord himself...what with the size of that mitt, anyway.

"OUHW - WHAT WHAS THA'FOR?!?"

Ifor shrugged, nodding back over at the temptestuous woman sitting adjacent within the flax as he turned to make his exit: "...Dhon't go hittin' on muh mhom."

"Eyey there, wher're youh off to soh qhwick? Cohm cohm an' lay awhile - you wohrk tooh 'ard lad...it's noh'guhd tah' work so 'ard." mother insisted, patting the dirt beside her with a calm hand.

...

"...Oih thought yhou said'dcha wahnted mhe tah'go?!"

"LAY OFF, SMARTARSE!!!"

...The night laid still, save for the rustling of the seas - two corpses adrift under darkness did ease; stranded strangers entwined in fates unknown...but to what end, who could ever know? Bad enough was it that neither seemed to move, even though the tides lapped aimlessly at their clothes...
@Mokley Hmmm...well I'm halfway through it atm (it's been surprisingly ISP blockingly rainy these past few days), but I'm feeling adventurous! Post away, and I'll adapt to whatever you throw at us!
Write, I've finally got some time to really sit down and right this weekend, so I should have the post up tomorrow - the day after if I feel up to the task of really pushing myself to my limit.

Also, @Mokley, I found one of your long lost countrymen!
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*Sniffles*...they blow up so fast these days...
@Cairo@drewccapp@Mokley@Girlie1Bomba@WittyReference@c3p-0h@baraquiel

Anyone got any particularly big plans for a post that would involve Ifor? If not, mind if I make a post fairly soon?
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