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| Topic Started: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:19 pm (138 Views) | |
| Ozan[Mod] | Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:19 pm Post #1 |
 
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Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ozan stumbled up to the window of his inn room. Muffled cries outside were persistent enough to wake him up, despite the fact that the sun had barely risen at all. Making his way through the darkness, he felt a pane and slid it upwards, pushing open one of the shutters as he did so. A cold gust of morning air blew in. Ozan poked his head slightly out of the window in an attempt to see what the commotion was all about. At first he couldn't believe his eyes. The paladin blinked, rubbed his eyes again. Unless he was still intoxicated by some very special booze, it looked to be that the entire village of Kellen was covered in a thin layer of translucent green ooze. The crowds of people who had gathered outside were either wailing that the world was coming to an end, comforting the people that were, or trying desperately to get on with life despite the bizarre and unfortunate setback. A horse waded through a particularly thick area of the ooze, urged by its visibly disgusted rider. Ozan closed the window and shutters, packed up his belongings and rushed downstairs. The innkeeper was on the ground floor behind the bar, cleaning a few glasses. "What the hell is going on out there?" Ozan asked. The old man sighed, anticipating the question. "As far as I know, some adventurer came back from exterminating slimes. You know, those little balls of goo that kind of... y'know- well, I'm sure they fit into some food chain somewhere. Anyway, there was still one stuck on the sole of his shoe, and it multiplied like crazy." "Well, isn't anyone doing anything about it?" The innkeeper shrugged. "This sort of thing happens sometimes. Nobody here really cares anymore." Slightly disturbed by the Kellenite's apathy, Ozan turned and carried his stuff out into the street, stepping into a portion of the slime layer that was about ankle-deep. He could feel, to his disgust, a sort of pulse running through it -- like the whole thing was just a big living glob of organic matter. Upon closer inspection of the ooze, though, the paladin noticed that there was something suspended inside the translucent layer. It was shaped oddly, curved, had things sticking out of-- oh dear gods it was a human jawbone. This thing, or these things, eat people. "Um, people?" Ozan called out to anyone in earshot. "I- uh, think you should probably stop touching the green stuff right now." He pointed to the jawbone. Edited by Ozan, Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:24 pm.
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| Kemi | Sun Aug 1, 2010 2:22 am Post #2 |
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Evals was awake the entire night. She had witnessed the slime or ooze or whatever it was multiple over night. She ignored it for the most part. She did notice when a few people were eaten by the slime but didn't really give much of a damn. She probably should be caring but the slime was sort of killing people in a home across the street, she couldn't be bothered to get up. It was almost like a sleep, yet she held awareness. Almost like she was a lucid dreamer locked in reality. The sun didn't really interfere with her either, but now that the sun was up she could finish the reason that she came to Kellen. She climbed down from the roof she was lying on all night. She left her covered wagon up there for now. Kaelin had left her to feast upon a horse or something. He should be back in about ten minutes anyways and she was positive that the slime wouldn't be able to hurt the horse sized spider anyways. For now, Evals avoided the slime and went to the Blacksmith shop, the one in Cascadia had failed her and she was going to ask the one here if he was any better. Yet when she saw it, it was full of the slime and she was positive the blacksmith was dead or fled. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Maybe she should've done something. She walked to the center of the town through the paths that the slime has left open and any ways that were blocked she just ripped it apart with her gauntlets or froze it was her sword. By the time she got back to outside the Inn she noticed that many people were panicking and others ignoring it. She turned to the people that thought all hope was lost. "Oi! People of Kellen! Why the hell are you panicking at a time like this!?" She yelled at them with annoyance. "This must be why this village has been destroyed so many times with barely any resistance!" She shouted more and got close to some of the panicking adolescents. "Some of you may die from trying to actually survive, but..." Evals pulled her clawed hands back and then thrust them forward into the head of one of the teens. She pulled it out sideways and her fingers cut outside of his head. He dropped to the ground dead almost instantly. “Some of you will die, some will die for very little reason, and some in the defense of your town! So why don’t you do something instead of just sitting around and whining or not caring!?” She continued to yell. Surely she has gotten the attention of the people with her confidence and the fact that she just killed an innocent for no reason besides to make a point. "Grow a backbone and fight for your land before I personally kill you all and this time you'll stay dead!" She added in as a threat, was she being a villain of a moral speaker? She couldn't even tell herself. Some of her wanted to kill off this town yet she never did. |
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Sun Aug 1, 2010 8:13 pm Post #3 |
 
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"My gods, this place gets attacked more often than I do..." Yaksha glanced from building to building, his gaze drifting over the thin green substance that had covered every solid surface it could find. He walked inches over the ground, and the slime still sent out probing tendrils, attempting to wrap around a leg or a scrap of clothing, and draw in whatever was above it. He glanced down, shaking a head slightly and kicking down. The slime quickly coiled around his leg, beginning to tug sharply at his body, and forcing him down into its gelatinous form. A split second later, he chuckled. The slime began to turn abrasive, scraping the flesh and muscle away from his leg, and leaving nothing but the bone inside. As the slime ate away at his flesh and blood, it rose another inch off the ground, its color a little darker. Yaksha stared down as the slime began to climb further up his leg, already having stripped his foot clean up to the ankle, and quickly climbing to engulf his knee. He began to murmur a few words, and as he waved a hand towards the ground, flames burst to life from his wrist, forming a whip and scalding the slime. The sound of the greenish goop sizzling was almost like screams of pain, and he kicked his leg out of the grasping slime, and sighed. "I liked that shoe..." He ran a hand over the exposed bone, showing no pain or emotion, before he glanced down at the slime. He murmured several more arcane words, and white flames burst to life around him, obscuring everything but his silhouette as he ran hands over the leg. More eldritch chanting filled the air, and when the flames died down, his leg was completely formed and unmarred, albeit slightly pink as if freshly healed. He began to move through the streets, looking for anyone that could help him take care of his persistent slime. Finally, as he neared the inn, he spotted several people standing around, including...a small girl, clearly dead. He couldn't hide a faint smirk as he noted Evals from within the group; it had been quite a while since he'd seen the fellow undead, and he would've been lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't curious what she could do. Instead, he simply approached the nearest of the men, and nodded his head slightly. Great, a paladin. I suppose I'll be playing this one carefully, then. He waved to the slime, then at himself. "The Shadow Society is pleased to render aid to a city in need. How many wounded, and how many dead so far?" |
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