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| Those Of the Deep [Chaos] | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Apr 27, 2010 1:29 pm (166 Views) | |
| Tahamul | Tue Apr 27, 2010 1:29 pm Post #1 |
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There were many rumors about the drow. They ate faces; plucked eyeballs; wore the innards of naughty children; feasted on dead flesh; drank blood; breathed in smoke and shadow - breathed out death and decay; their magic was unparalleled but made them mad; they burnt to a crisp in direct sunlight; they were evil; no they were good; their swordcraft involved live sacrifices- And on and on. A compendium of rumor and hearsay could probably span tomes of lore and probably did, in some wizened attic of a library somewhere gathering dust and useless stares. They were nearly all lies, as far as Tahamul could tell. That they were extraordinarily skillful and had a different outlook on the world was true. But the same could be said of the elves of the misty hills or the treetop city of Durarara or any of the barbarian peoples who were forced to live in an inhospitable region of the world and had adapted their lifestyle to suit it. Some were good, some were evil, some frankly didn't give a damn. The caravan was supposed to be heading to the dark city of Mezzoberran, greatest of the dark land cities and house of an impossible accumulation of knowledge. Unlike the other great civilizations, those that dwelled the deep did not have any particular thing against vampires - they had long ago discovered practical ways of thwarting the undead - in such a place it was to do that or die. And so on the caravan rolled, rickety wheels and odd beasts of burden pulling at it. |
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| Chaos | Tue Apr 27, 2010 2:33 pm Post #2 |
Carmina Ignis
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His legs hurt, his mucles were sore and he was hot. Chaos was had been walking for three days, across the deserts, through forest and even intot he dark lands. He still had no idea what he was doing or where, just that he had to find some way to bust out of this human body. sure he had achived level one and was one step closer, but he was still far from completion. He was hot and sweaty, which was odd since he was a demon of flames. But his human prison still had its human downfalls, such as heat fatigue and hunger. For now he was going to lay down and sleep, right here in the middle of no where. The demon had just closed his eyes when a sound entered his ears. It sounded like a cart, or a caravan of some sort. He could not see anything but he absolutly heard it. Moving with great speed towards its destination. A thick dust cloud could be seen in the distant, moving towards chaos with a goal. His eyes flickered open and he sat up from the postion he had been laying in. He eyed the approching caravan to see it emerge from the dust cloud. A line of carts rolled across, getting closer and closer. Chaos grinned as a evil plan dawned on him. The caravan was now on him, directly in front of him moving fast. Chaos had to act even faster if it was to work. He stood about five feet from the side of the caraven. Gripping his guantlets hard he pounced, jumping at the wooden side of the cart. He gripped the side like a spider, not having any trouble holding the side. He climbed up to the top of the cart and layed his body on the wooden surface. finally a smooth ride, a place to sleep while it took him off into a unknown region. |
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| Tahamul | Tue Apr 27, 2010 2:57 pm Post #3 |
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They traveled for hours. Transportation magic would have made the trip easier. And exponentially more expensive - there were veins of more than the merely mineral down in the dark lands and any magic that wished to go from point A to point B had to factor in all those little blips of energy, leylines and chaos magic, not to mention the burrowers and miners who made even the idea of stable map of what such magical interstices looked like deeply irrelevant. Not to mention... there had been something haggard in the informant's eyes. Wizards were prone to looking like death warmed over - a state Tahamul was deeply familiar with - the figure that the wizard had mentioned about magical transport had been far more expensive than anything even minor kings could reasonably afford. Something about that fact and the explanation did not quite mesh. But Tahamul was no mage and the point was moot - if he could not afford the trip he would have to find an alternate means of making it to the great drow cities. Finally, the caravan stopped. "Fledgling," one of the drow - F'sslfrss or something close - hissed from outside in heavily accented common, "we make camp." Ah. Joy. They probably ate bugs. He opened the door and got out. That was when there was a shout - some commotion over by one of the other wagons... |
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| Chaos | Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:34 pm Post #4 |
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Carmina Ignis
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The trip was long, it had been a few hours and well chaos was not complaining. In actuality he enjoyed the ride, catching a few long needed hours of sleep. His back was sore and he ached a little from laying on the wooden roof of the cart, but that was not so bad compared to how much deprived sleep he had. Waking was easy, the shifting and stopping of the cart had jolted his body and caused him to wake suddenly. He had no clue what was going on, but they had stopped. He rolled onto his belly and peered over the edge, trying to see what was going on and not get caught all at the same time. Apparently who ever was running this show decided to stop and make camp. "great" mumered chaos. He had to think of a plan to get off thi scart and away from the crowd without being seen. The last thing he wanted was to get caught hitching a ride. So he rolled and tried to get off the back way, but his idoit self kicked the side of the cart. A loud bump echoed out, causing many faces and heads to turn in his direction. His luck had just gone south. A man, looked like a cook or something of the sort, had run up and slaped the side of the cart. He looked up calling out to chaos. What you think you be doing young fella. This here caravan is not for the likes of you. He was talking in a loud tone, one chaos tried to calm before any warriors in the group decided to check it out. Things were about to get complicated. |
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| Tahamul | Wed Apr 28, 2010 3:59 pm Post #5 |
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Aye aye aye. This was going to get hairy. No one like stowaways. Especially not the eternally suspicious drow. Apparently they had something of a long-standing rivalry with various other denizens - shapeshifters, undeads, psychic face-eaters, worms great and small, the occasional dragon, living shadows, dwarves... the list went on. While you could live on the surface in three dimensions up to a point there was a limit to architecture. In the deep darkness... all one needed to do was dig. And make sure the roof didn't collapse over one's head. But after the first hundred or so years, one imagined that those that hadn't killed themselves out of stupidity had gained some sort of skill when it came to living in the crevices and fissures of the earth. Best he not interfere - there'd be no profit for him in it. He listened though - he wouldn't want this caravan to be... stopped for any reason. "Payment," one of the drow hissed. "All passengers require payment." |
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| Chaos | Thu Apr 29, 2010 12:14 pm Post #6 |
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Carmina Ignis
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Chaos knew he had been caught, and well to be honest he half expected a whole hoard of the drow beast to rise up and attack him. Hitching a ride on their caravan was one thing, but to not pay even after they asked for it, surly they would take offense. His hands moved back up the side of the cart, he was trying to reach the top again, and get higher ground in case his next statement did make them mad. "well i have no money, i am flat broke. So im very sorry but im not going ot be able to pay you for this lovely ride. By now he was standing on the top of the cart, his arms crossed across his chest and a smirk on his face. He thought he had shown them up, but as larger groups swarmed around the see what was going on, it was obvious that things were about to get a little crazy. |
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| Tahamul | Sat May 1, 2010 1:55 am Post #7 |
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"Payment is more than coin," the drow said, clearly not familiar with common. "H'sas." He said, gesturing emphatically. A different drow stepped out from the already imposing morass of warriors and the two of them exchanged a flurry of words and gestures that seemed to impinge on the supernatural so quick and fluid were their words. (In his wagon, Tahamul was becoming a smidgen bored but since he had decided not to interfere he can't really be brought up at all, can he?) In the end, 'H'sas' nodded and incanted something - the air seemed to vibrate before settling down. A pentagram appeared at the bottom of his feet, stretching out some four or so meters around him. The one who had started talking with the impromptu hitchhiker nodded curtly. "We test you. Defend." And from the ground burst a demon. |
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| Chaos | Tue May 4, 2010 2:25 pm Post #8 |
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By now chaos was a little confused at to what was going on and who was doing what. A large group of drow and other beast walked up to the cart, forming a mass group that would have made it hard for him to leave. A few of the drow at the bottom, closest to the cart, were slamming there palms against the wooden side, some yelling and trying to get him down. What go this attention most was the two standing sort of next to each other, one making strange signs with his hands. Suddenly the area grew hot and a red dim glow emitted form the drow. A symbol that chaos could not see appeared on the ground below the man. A large black and red beast burst from the ground. With a curse from under his voice he gripped the handle of the great cutter on his back and swung it down, creating a indention in the wooden surface of the cart. He stood up right and prepared himself for a fight he would not soon forget. |
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| Tahamul | Sat May 8, 2010 3:23 pm Post #9 |
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Tahamul got out of the cart when he heard the bellow. He expected a few things. A twelve foot tall demon with six arms and two legs was not one of them. It had these hairy fang things for a mouth - like some sort of warped idea of what a demonic spider-lizard might look like if it were armed with a shield, a spear, a sword, a crossbow, axe and hammer. It was a little ridiculous. Not overly ridiculous mind you - there were some artistic depictions of the elemental plane of madness that put it to shame but it was already somewhat pushing it in the looks department. If it decided to spit web it'd be... Oh wow. It spat flaming webs. To hold the opponent and roast it to death. That was... Well. Tahamul decided that it'd be best not to get on his hosts bad side. This was already pushing the boundaries of acceptable madness as it was. |
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