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| Topic Started: Wed Jun 30, 2010 12:24 am (506 Views) | |
| Zephyr | Wed Jun 30, 2010 12:24 am Post #1 |
 
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The brilliant sun streamed through thin, blinking eyelids and into Zephyr's hazy eyes. He screwed them shut again and brought his hands to his face, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching out his face. With a groan, he rolled over and screwed his face up. It wouldn't do. Another groan escaped his lips as he erected himself to a sitting position, propping his hands on either side of his backside for support. He wordlessly looked around, re-familiarizing himself with his surroundings. His memory was cloudy, and his vision was blurry. All in all, he was a groggy fellow this morning, and it didn't help that he was having difficulty remembering where he was. Catching sight of the wooden crates and coils of frayed rope around him, his memory returned to him with ease. He was in a dark room, beneath a round window. The walls were wooden. The floor was wooden. The ceiling was wooden. His hand came to his face again and this time swam through his pale ivory hair, combing out some of the many knotted strands. His hair must have been wet as he slept for it to be so tangled, but he could remember now. It was. He had gone to sleep in a ship's cargo hold after being dragged on board by pirates, filthy, smelly sea dogs. "Ughh.." He let out another groan as he remembered his obligation. Fantastic. There was no more grogginess now. Three nights ago, Zephyr had been cooling off in a river. He hadn't known that he was anywhere near the ocean, or even the coast. He only knew it was so dreadfully hot, and he needed an escape from the heat. The river had been a convenience. At some point or another, he had lost his footing, and the current, though not terribly powerful, was enough to sweep him off his feet and into a deeper portion of the creek. Zephyr, spluttering through the water that was just above his head, groped for something to hold onto, but he found nothing, he could only concentrate on keeping afloat. He had to preserve his energy until a more obvious handhold came along. The handhold never came, and the river only widened, until he had gone from his pleasant watering hole in a creek to a river as wide as a castle. He had been fortunate enough to find a small log to hold him afloat, but he was still at the current's mercy. He remembered waking up, still clutching that log, his body half submerged, in a body of water that stretched beyond his field of vision in all directions. The only object upon the shimmering blue surface of the ocean was a huge ship with great billowing sails, flying a black flag. Naive as he was, he knew nothing of the black flag's symbolic meaning. He tried to swim towards the ship, crying out for help, but he doubted he was noticed. After only moment of swimming, however, he recognized the proximity of the ship to him had decreased significantly. He couldn't have swam that fast. The ship was headed directly towards him. Zephyr panicked and flailed to move out of the ship's path as it sailed precisely for the very spot he was treading on. He was lucky. The ship's path seemed to have been slightly to further away than Zephyr had worried, and so it bobbed by him, several meters away. Suddenly, a shout was heard. Zephyr couldn't entirely remember the rescue, but he remembered a ladder being thrown to him, and his awkward scale up the side of the barnacle-encrusted ship. When he reached the top, he found the tip of a saber at his throat. "Oi. What've we got 'ere, then?" a gravelly voice barked. The voice belonged to the man holding the saber, a bearded man, probably in his early 30s, dressed in silk with long, brown, braided hair. Zephyr, having no words with which to reply, took an uneasy step away from the blade's end. He made no effort to reach for his weapon. He knew that, should he try, he'd be slain in an instant. The pirate smiled cruelly and took a step forward. With this, the ship's crew of say, 30 men, stepped forward as well, and Zephyr realized that his flanks were surrounded by pirates while his back was surrounded by a long drop to the bottomless ocean. The captain spoke again, this time more softly. "Listen, mate. I ain't'onna' kill ye." He lowed his sword, but his crew remained vigilant and armed. "But, seein' as I saved ye, I've got a request ta make, else ye be returnin' t' th' locker. Aye?" Zephyr struggled to understand the pirate's speech. His strange dialect and his nasty breath - a combination of raw oysters and years of poor oral hygiene - made it nearly impossible. He merely nodded, having understood the gist of it. "Now, there be a treasure in yonder ocean, worth more than meself, yerself, and all me crew. It be guarded by a fierce monster, and none o' me crew want to face it! So it must be a blessin' from the Gods that ye be here! Ye see, if yer t'refuse me quest, I'll be throwin' ye back out to sea! If ye can get me that treasure, I'll let ye go free. I'll even pay ye! Hell! I'll personally sail ye back to shore. What be sayin' ye?" He had understood that time. His life had become a gamble. He could either refuse the captain's quest and fight miles of seascape to reach shore, or he could risk his life in battle with whatever monster guards the pirate's treasure, and be rewarded handsomely. "I'll do it." He said, shrugging. "Good choice, mate," the pirate replied with a wink and a toothy grin, clapping Zephyr's shoulder with a huge, dirty hand, forcing his knees to buckle slightly. "And ye can be keepin' that sword o' yers too, if ye promise to be good," he added, nodding and gesturing towards the blade at Zephyr's hip. So here Zephyr was, cooped up in the ship's cargo hold, surrounded by crates of bananas and worn out rope. He yawned and shook his head. Water trickled from his right ear. It was warm and thick and left an unpleasant feeling in his ear, as if it was blood trickling down. Turning his head to the side, he found his vision fully obstructed by something. His hair was in front of his left eye, leaving that one essentially blinded, but there was something covering his right eye as well, for which he had no explanation. He jerked his head back suddenly, and his vision focused on the obstructing object. Hanging inches before his face was the largest spider he had ever seen, perched in a huge silvery web, rolling up what Zephyr could only assume was a sac of eggs. He did what was appropriate of a startled boy with a slight phobia of spiders. He screamed and flailed at the spider with whatever was available to him: His fist. His knuckles struck the arachnid pretty squarely and knocked it out of the web. It fell to the ground, crippled and with it, the egg sac. The web itself coated Zephyr's fist and arm which only caused more panic. Suddenly, the ball that the now crippled spider had been rolling came undone, and hundreds of tiny, many-legged creeps began skittering out of it. Zephyr let out another scream of panic and shuffled backwards, on his behind, using his legs as a means of propulsion. There was a shuffling of feet above him, and soon, there was a gang of excited pirates pouring into the hold. They were disappointed to see no more than a few spiders and a scrawny, screaming boy. A few of the pirates helped Zephyr to his feet, and a few of them only laughed, and finally, they left the hold, to meet the captain once again on the deck. "Ready t' go?" the pirate asked, once again bringing his hand to Zephyr's shoulder. Once again, Zephyr flinched, and only nodded. The captain gave him no directions, and soon, he was loaded into a rowboat with three of the crew, rowing steadily towards a long, sandy island. "We'll be waiting," one of the pirates growled, showing his teeth, and that was the end of Zephyr's direction. He had his sword, his clothes, and a little bundle that the captain had given him, telling him to open it if he gets lost. Of course, he was already lost, but he would hold off for a while. He had survived the baby spiders. He could survive this. |
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| Vivian | Thu Jul 1, 2010 2:59 am Post #2 |
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Vivian looked off into the distance, depressed to the point where a bed of ash surrounded her where she had slept. The trick was to not look at the sea, to keep looking at the sky, where it was free and airy. Hope seemed to penetrate into the rock-hard countenance, grazing the surface of her eyes. It was those eyes who returned to their natural state: a dancing ember sprinkled with passion. But it was a sleepless night, last night. Her head dropped down and, once again, ash flew into the air like a volcano. The girl jumped back, scampering and pushing against the ground. Her arms flailed, making large circles in the air. That was the single most, heart-wrenching, death-racing fear her phoenix could dream of. Just a gigantic body of water, spreading out into the horizons, filling up any space of doubt. She had been here, dragged away from the coast out of hopes to find wood. Of course, it was given off of shady information. It was a guilty thing to admit, but she had been eavesdropping on a group of elves' conversation. There was, supposedly, an island in the middle of the ocean that carried the finest wood in all of Imythess. Sure, she would have traveled to another country somewhere else, but the ocean was a drawback. At least this one was close, and she had enough money to board a boat. Seven days had past since then. In those seven days, she'd traveled worse than ever. The walls of the ship were so thin that water was leaking through it. Of course, being the poor musician she was, she was placed at the bottom of the boat. She spent her nights and days bracing herself against the curved walls, atop a crate. For once, she was grateful that she couldn't afford a meal every night. So now here she was, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a nightmare. There wasn't a tree in sight, no food, and she was too afraid to go near the water to search for clams. So there she sat, eyeing a small boat that had came into sight a few minutes ago, rapidly growing larger. And there she sat, huddled. |
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| Zephyr | Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:14 pm Post #3 |
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His first few steps onto dry land were probably the hardest. Nothing could have prepared him for the magnitude of heat radiating from the glowing, white sand. He nearly shouted in pain, and he cursed himself for this, dropping the box given to him by the pirate, as well as his footing, landing in the sand on his hands and knees. His hands slid beneath the burning top layer of sand quickly, to reveal cool, damp sand beneath it. He sighed in relief. His immediate instinct was to dig, to build himself a shelter beneath the cool sand, but at the same time, he knew that he had to get moving, that he could find shelter after scouting the beach. On an island distant to him, he took note of a vast jungle, full of thick, huddled trees and masses of tangled green and gray vines. He wasn't sure he wanted to find shelter with whatever creatures might be lurking in there, but he decided he might also want to start his search for the treasure there. Behind him, he knew, was water. He didn't have to turn around to know that all he would see would be sparkling, pallid blue seawater, stretching endlessly before disappearing at the horizon. Besides the distant jungle island, there was no more land visible from where he was, but he supposed a quick scouting trip up the sandy hill before him might reveal more islands. He took mental note and continued examining his surroundings. Scouring the beach, he realized that that's all it really was: A beach, a barren, sandy beach. There was nothing more to note, only sand and rocks. He stood up again, realizing that burning grains of sand stuck to his knees, shins and forearms, up to his elbows, but he didn't bother to brush them off. Putting his hand on the hilt of his blade, Tenesil, he attempted to ease his uncertainty. It worked. It always seemed to. He referred to it as his lucky charm, because no matter how anxious or distraught he was, it always seemed to have a calming effect. This time was no exception; he felt reassured as he now strode up the beach, towards the peak of the hill. And then he stopped. He spotted a human, a young lady, perched within several strides from his person. Approaching her, he unfastened the rapier from him belt, and extended the hilt to her. It was not because he refused to help her up with his hand, but because he hoped he could inspire trust in her with the weapon's calming effect. He hoped he could learn her story. "My name is Zephyr," he said, and, eying her face, a realization struck him. He already knew part of her story. He had seen her before. He had touched her before. This was the girl from the spring dance at the Scintillating Hall. He noiselessly whispered a name to himself: Vivian. "But you already know that." |
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| Vivian | Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:52 pm Post #4 |
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Vivian squawked as she found her face being "prodded" with the hilt of a sword. Her attention was turned to the surrounding, vast doorstep of death that was increasingly rolling up the sandy beach. Her movements, from the curl of her toes to the flapping of her arms, fashioned the idea that she was some type of bird-human. Surprised and animalistic, she jumped back from the hilt in a puff of ashes and looked at him with fiery, wide eyes. "KNOW YOU? DO I KNOW YOU?!?!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU, SOME TYPE OF STALKER?" She said in a shrill voice, filled with suspicion. She stamped around in a circle before shoving her face in his, almost as if she were to peck him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHY DO YOU CHOOSE TO BE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN OCEAN? ARE YOU HERE TO MOCK ME OF MY DEC--" A loud shriek from the forest behind her, which she also managed to overlook in her arrival, flung her off balance. She tumbled down into the man's body. It quickly turned into a rolling mass of confusion, speeding towards the tide. Realizing where she was, her motions froze and she ended up clinging to the weird-looking elf. In doing so, her arm brushed the sword, and a wave of serenity came over her. Still, she clung to the elf's chest, wondering what would happen to her next. |
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| Zephyr | Fri Jul 23, 2010 10:42 pm Post #5 |
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Zephyr was preparing to defend himself before Vivian's outburst was cut short. A cry erupted from somewhere nearby, and Vivian lost her elegance, toppling onto the boy. His balance was thrown as well, and he tumbled under her, careful to keep the point of his rapier far from Vivian or himself. His eyes flew to Vivian, and he muttered a customary, "Are you okay?", but it wasn't long before the disgruntled elf was on one knee, with the hilt of his blade in hand, scanning for the source of the disturbance. With her arms around him, he felt courage wash over him, as though he actually had someone to guard. His left arm instinctively wrapped around Vivian protectively as he spotted movement in the distant woods. Clutching his weapon in one hand, and patting the package on his belt, he propped himself up, and offered his hand to Vivian, hoping to help her up. He would have to investigate the sound. It could have something to do with the treasure he sought, he figured, so he took an uneasy step back up the beach, towards the wood. He realized that a small channel of water separated the beach from the jungle, and he sensed Vivian's malaise. She had some fear of water, even in small quantities, and Zephyr doubted he would be able to guide her across willingly. He glanced at the hilt of his blade, and at Vivian's hand, and a thought crossed his mind. "My sword. Take it. Even if you can't use it, it will discourage a malicious stranger from attacking you." He said, offering the hilt to her. He would remain unarmed. He figured that if they were both armed, an attacker would select Vivian, the slighter of the two, but if the attacker was armed, and Zephyr was not, the larger of the two would seem more enticing. As his hand neared Vivian's, he felt a warm humming against his chest, and he was flooded with another wave of courage, this time clearing his head. He could almost feel his mind ticking, formulating escape routes and battle plans, imagining potential scenarios and selecting his best options before they would even come to pass. He took another step towards the narrow channel, protectively hovering next to Vivan. |
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| Vivian | Fri Jul 30, 2010 3:04 am Post #6 |
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As she took Zephyr's hand, her mind seemed to calm down a little. Sure, they were near a huge body of water, but she could organize her body and move her limbs. Clutching at his arm, she tentatively stepped towards the small creek on the side. As they drew closer, her shaking grew more until it seemed like she was in the midst of a earthquake. Zephyr had handed her his sword. As his hand drew near hers, a fluttering in her chest started, unlike anything she'd felt before. She drew her hand back for a second, offed to this new sensation. A quick look into the eyes above her reassured her actions, and she touched the hilt of the sword. Instantly, a flood of life seemed to come back into her. Little did she know, but her clothing seemed to whip back by an invisible wind. The soot that seemed to cover her from head to toe blew back, creating a dust-storm behind her. Of course, half of it blew into her protector's face, blackening whatever clothes he had before the storm fell short and the girl stood there as if nothing had happened. She had the sword in her hand, shared with the owner for a few moments. Vivian felt awake. She felt like there was still something to her name, and to her life. It was as if she had found the right key, by picking this boy and his sword. Then, she took the sword fully into her hand. It was too late before she realized it's weight and managed to drop it, tip first into the ground. She gave a sheepish look to the owner. |
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| Zephyr | Fri Jul 30, 2010 9:20 am Post #7 |
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Zephyr wheezed and sneezed as soot and dust filled his lungs. Doubling over, coughing, he tried in vain to gain his bearings. He had become a gray, sooty blob. The coarse dust coated him, from head to toe. His light hair had become a somber gray, and his white shirt and pants were no longer white. Why was she covered in soot? He had taken note of the blackish trail she seemed to leave behind her everywhere she went. It was almost as though her skin produced it, and he wondered if there was a disease that caused that, but she wasn't unhealthy. Timid, perhaps. Downcast, indubitably; But certainly not sickly. He decided that he should stay with her, for, among other selfish and embarrassing reasons, she intrigued him terribly. He shook some of the soot away and coughed into his arm again, recomposing himself somewhat. Noticing that Vivian was unable to wield the blade, Zephyr sighed inwardly. He didn't suppose the blade was very heavy. In fact, it was specifically designed to be light, but he also supposed that he was far larger than his slight companion. He let out a quiet chuckle and smiled at the girl, reclaiming the dropped weapon from the sand and lurching forward, ahead of Vivian. As his right foot neared the edge of the water, he looked back at Vivian, who, despite having undergone some rapid change in demeanor and was looking bolder than ever, still had an air of unease. "Do I have permission to carry you across?" he asked nervously, not meaning to offend. |
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| Vivian | Sat Jul 31, 2010 2:28 am Post #8 |
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After Vivian's victorious morph, she noticed Zephyr and ran over to hold the suffocating boy. She forgot that she always left soot behind, but it seemed like, even after the blast, it hadn't disappeared. Flitting back once she saw he was okay, her attention turned to the river. Apparently, her phoenix powers weren't going to give up. She wouldn't dare to draw closer even if safety was on the other side. The fact it wasn't in the first place was no more consoling. Zephyr stuck his right foot into the water, or something like that, and held out his hand. She gawked at it before realizing he said something. She rapidly shook her head, backing up several paces. It was water and water burned... The fuzzy warmth of reassurance washed over her, soothing her and coaxing her out of her familiar haven. She could trust this man, this lowly peasant, for there seemed to be no traitorous notions running through his head. Slowly, she nodded and took his hand. It was a quick leap across to the other side, but a scary one. She seemed to be leaving a trail of soot still, but it was lighter than before. As soon as she crossed, Vivian clung to the albino elf's side. If there was any more water coming along, she didn't know if her emotions could handle it. At least there was somebody strong to protect her for the mean time. "Where are we headed next?" Her voice seemed airy. |
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| Zephyr | Sat Jul 31, 2010 4:11 am Post #9 |
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Zephyr had lost track of the mysterious scream by the time Vivian was safely across the stream. He sighed. "I'm not sure..." He trailed off, scanning the area for a sign, "but this might," he finished, producing the heavy package from his pocket. He dropped to his knees to examine it, and he fumbled with the wrapping on the oblong box. He managed to tear the paper box open fairly easily, and found inside four items of interest. Folded three times, so that it was about 4 inches in diameter width and lengthwise, there sat a leather belt, with multitudes of pockets and pouches sewn into it. On top of the belt there sat three more objects: A compass, and two large, thick seashells. The compass and the seashells were each stuck to a small hand-written note, explaining their uses. On the shells was the following: "Enchanted masks. Wearing them, you'll never drown." and on the compass: "This will always direct you to the treasure." Zephyr examined the compass first. The little needle seemed to wobble back and forth unsteadily, but it was consistent in the direction it pointed. The treasure was somewhere further into the jungle before them, the same direction, circumstantially, that the cry for help had come from. He picked up the belt and fitted it around his waist. It fastened easily, and seemed to fit like a glove. He slid the little compass into his belt before handing one of the shells to Vivian, and keeping the other around his neck by its cool leather strap. "You might need it," he said, before motioning into the thick jungle. There seemed to be a path in the direction the compass had pointed, and Zephyr thanked his stars for that. "This way." |
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| Vivian | Sun Aug 1, 2010 4:44 pm Post #10 |
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Vivian sighed as she looked at the rocky path in front of them. The foliage seemed to be aggressive, spiked, and would catch onto her hair and dress quite easily. She had already knotted back her hair and was picking up the extra fabric in her dress. She looked up again and, seeing that Zephyr had held out a shell for her, plucked up the item. She examined it before securing it over her mouth, her dress dropping back into place. "What in the world---?" she said, her voice echoing before squeaking to a stop. Something had grabbed around her lips. She ripped off the mask before looking inside of it. Small tentacle things lined the ridge of the shell. She prodded it before turning her attention back to Zephyr. "Where in the planes did you get this?" But, to her surprise, the elf had already worked his way down the path. Tentatively, she followed. |
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| Zephyr | Mon Aug 2, 2010 9:13 am Post #11 |
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Zephyr squeezed further into the jungle, shoving branches out of his way and keeping his eyes peeled for unwelcoming wildlife. He worried more for Vivian that for himself, as she was small and unarmed, so he kept his rapier ready in his hand, and his pointed ears alert. Suddenly, he heard another cry, and he rushed ahead to ascertain its source. It didn't take him long. After struggling through a few more vines, and making way for Vivian to come through without having to force her way through the thick brush, Zephyr became aware of a large, glistening pool of water before him. It was so clear and pure that it might have reflected the sky and surrounding like a giant mirror, if it weren't being disturbed as it was. Somewhere in the center of the pool, waves and flailing splashes formed, unsettling the dreamlike water-scape. Zephyr rushed forward immediately, assuming the source of the disturbance to be the source of the cries as well. His feet moved steadily over rocks and through thick green and yellow bushes as he made his way to the edge of the water, which, now that he was close enough to see, seemed to be very deep. Even in its pristine clarity, Zephyr's eyes could not see the bottom of the pool, which was likely no more than 20 feet wide. Scanning the water, he found the cause of the chaos. Two creatures writhed around wildly in the water, one of them seemingly attempting to wriggle free of the other's grasp. One of them was an animal, serpentine in appearance, but almost like a horse in its form. The other was a nasty, knobby creature with a thick pelt of yellow-brown skin and a matted shock of graying hair. Its nose was long and crooked, and it had little, beady yellow eyes that were ignited with passion and bloodlust. It had long, skinny limbs with little muscle, and huge, gnarled hands and feet, and it wore no more than a furry loincloth, which did little to cover its wrinkled buttocks under water. The little humanoid shrieked in excitement as it wrestled with the water-horse, trying desperately to constrain the majestic creature. Zephyr called out, reaching down and scooping a rock off the ground, before firing it at the goblin with a steady arm. The stone was large enough to catch the imp's attention, and it was distracted long enough for the water-horse to squirm away. The little goblin rubbed its hairy belly with one of its giant hands and swam to shore while the water-horse swam into the depths, disappearing into obscurity. "Hey, you stupid paleskin! That was my dinner! You made me lost it!" the little creature cried out. Now that Zephyr saw it unobscured by the water, it looked even more pathetic. It barely reached four feet in height, and it now looked even more frail and weak than it had before. "Now you owe Lazlo. You owe Lazlo big. Those seahorses very rare, and I had him!" the goblin explained as it crept towards Zephyr, wringing his ugly little hands together greedily. "Your sword looks nice. Lazlo want that," he decided, rather conclusive in his statement. Zephyr looked down the slender blade of his rapier and sheathed it, showing not only that he wasn't looking for violent conflict, but that his sword wasn't going anywhere. This only seemed to enrage the little creature. "You owe me, I say! You owe me! I lost my biggest meal! I had it and I lost it! And it's all your fault!" he shrieked, waggling a long, yellowish fingernail at Zephyr. |
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| Vivian | Tue Aug 3, 2010 2:26 am Post #12 |
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Vivian crept behind Zephyr, peering around his torso at the waggling thing in the pool. It wasn't until she saw it swimming towards them that she realized it was a goblin. Disgusting creatures, the lot of them. she thought as she picked her skirt up and swept to her companion's side. It went to blabber on about some eating vexation before pointing to Zephyr's sword. It also shouted something about it being called Lazlo. He was about to hurl more insults and made a allusion to lunge at the hilt when she cut in. "Now listen. We're not going to give you anything, so please accept that. It is in all necessity that we conclude our business here and continue with the ordeals that are to come. Your appetite, which I take is prodigious if you can eat a whole kelpie, is not the superior concern at the moment. Now, if you'll excuse us or shall I incinerate you?" Okay, not true, but it's a good enough bluff. She took Zephyr's hand, internally surprised that she had that fire, before motioning him to lead. |
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| Zephyr | Wed Aug 4, 2010 2:07 am Post #13 |
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Zephyr gave Vivian a questioning glance, wondering if she really had the kind of fire power she threatened the goblin with, before looking back at the pitiful creature. He really didn't want it to come down to fighting, so he squeezed Vivian's hand tightly, trying to communicate for her to be careful with the threats. He had a plan. "Listen, I understand that you're upset, and I acknowledge my crime. I want to make it up to you, Lazlo. I'm going to replace your lost meal. I promise," Zephyr explained, speaking slowly, and being careful not to get the creature overexcited. The goblin hunched over a little, eying Zephyr carefully, and he nodded slowly, wordlessly prompting Zephyr to explain himself. "I have a magical bean," Zephyr began, using his free hand to gesture emphasis on the word 'magical', "that is guaranteed to shrink your appetite. If I'm wrong on my promise, you can have my shiny sword you love so much." Lazlo hunched over further and crawled slowly towards Zephyr, his eyes on the hilt of Tenesil. "Okay. Give me the bean," Lazlo said simply, shoving his little gnarled hand before Zephyr. The elf smiled, and produced from his pocket a small object, wrapped in pink paper, and plopped it in Lazlo's gluttonous hand. The goblin gave the candy an uneasy glance before unwrapping it slowly. "Make sure to savor it," Zephyr explained, "The candy tastes wonderful." And without further hesitation, Lazlo popped the little pink bean into his mouth, screwing his eyes shut. Saliva streamed from the corner's of the goblin's mouth, and Zephyr could tell he was enjoying the candy, not simply because of his salivation, but because Lazlo was now six inches shorter, and rapidly shrinking. The candy Zephyr had given to the goblin was hexed. A lick of the pink bean would shrink someone down by a portion of their original size, and each subsequent lick would continually decrease the licker's size. He couldn't hide the huge grin plastered on his face as he watched the greedy goblin lick and lick and lick, and shrink and shrink and shrink. Finally, he watched the tiny Adam's apple on Lazlo's minuscule throat bob, and his pin-point eyes flickered open again. A puzzled Lazlo looked around, frightened by the giant blades of grass around him. After nearly three minutes of puzzled bewilderment, Lalzo finally realized that he had been duped. "You fooled me!" the mouse-sized goblin shrieked, his new voice shrill and insignificant. Zephyr laughed loudly, frightening Lazlo, whose new, tiny ears were terribly sensitive. "But I stayed true to my word, didn't I? I have shrunk your appetite, as promised," Zephyr said, raising his eyebrow. The eight-inch-high goblin roared, or squeaked, with rage, and curled up into a little ball, tearing at his own hair in frustration. "How am I supposed to catch my food now?" Lazlo whimpered. "I can fix you," Zephyr explained, kneeling down so that he could hear the little goblin's voice, "and I promise I will, but I need help first. Do you know anything about a treasure on this island?" he asked, prodding the yellowish ball of woe with the tip of his index finger. Lazlo fell over and rolled onto his back. "I do," he answered simply, "but you won't found it. The treasure is in pool there," Lazlo said, pointing to the tiny lake from which he had originally emerged. "But you can't found it. You can't hold breath that long. Not even Lazlo can hold breath that long." he said, mimicking the matter-of-fact tone he had used before. "And even if you can hold breath," the little goblin carried on, "you still won't found it. Water spirit guards the treasure. Water spirit is powerful, more powerful than Lazlo, and water spirit is tireless. Water spirit never sleep, only train," he said, taking a tiny, sharp breath to indicate that his speech was over for the time being. Zephyr lightly fingered the seashell mask that had attached itself to his neck with little fleshy suction cups. He knew how he would reach the treasure. His only worry was convincing the guardian to relinquish it to him. He pulled the mask up around his mouth and marched towards the pool with purpose in his composure, but he wasn't met with clear water as he expected. He was met with the seahorse whose life he had saved. [[OOC: the seahorse will be treated as my NPC companion from now on, as it does exist in my inventory.]] |
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| Vivian | Wed Aug 4, 2010 3:15 am Post #14 |
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Vivian was listening intently to their conversation. Each word he said made her more frightened than before. If Zephyr had turned back to eye the girl, he would have seen the soot production increase, recreating that film that covered everything but her arms, legs, and face. Her once dark auburn hair turned an ashen grey again. Vivian quivered as she turned to the sea horse that suddenly appeared. It seemed to nudge her companion's hand, beckoning him to get on his back. Vivian backed away, before whimpering a soft plea. "Don't make me go in there..." She started breathing heavily, searching the scene for any type of thing that may throw her into the clear waters. She shambled to the side, into the shade, trying to slowly disappear from her companion. I'm just going to be another burden... she sighed before dropping back even more. She sat down in the shade, observing what'd happen next. |
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| Zephyr | Wed Aug 4, 2010 9:17 pm Post #15 |
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Looking back at the girl, Zephyr sighed. He should have known she wouldn't go into the water. She seemed terribly afraid of it, and he doubted the girl could swim. Yet, this led him to wonder how she got to the island in the first place. He didn't think there were any boats, besides the dingy pirate ship that brought him there, that would make the journey to the tiny, scarcely populated islands. "Keep an eye on Lazlo, Vivian. We don't want him sneaking away," Zephyr said. It seemed silly, but he couldn't let himself be responsible if the poor little creature ran off only to be eaten by a snake or a bird. As much as the little guy disturbed him, he couldn't let an innocent goblin die because of him. Zephyr knelt down, putting out the palm of his hand for the seahorse to smell. The creature seemed careless and unafraid of the huge elf, licking his hand with its thin, tendril-like tongue. The creature pulled away suddenly, and nudged towards the water with its head, gesturing that it wished to be Zephyr's guide. Zephyr sighed and nodded. He slipped his boots off first, and placed them on a rock near the pool. His tunic followed, and soon, he had dressed down into nothing more than his underclothes, a sleeveless shirt and short white trousers. This did little to show off his non-existent muscle tone, and suddenly realizing that he was in company of a young lady, his face reddened slightly. He pulled the oyster mask over his blushing face and lightly belted his rapier around his near-bare waist. Taking a deep breath and stretching lightly, he dove into the water. As he hit the cold water, panic filled Zephyr's chest. He groped for the seahorse, flailing and getting only a handful of water. His eyes were screwed shut, and he felt himself falling into the depths. He kept his breath held, and felt as though his chest was ready to burst. He suddenly felt something knock against him, and his breath escaped him all at once as his eyes flew open. He screamed, preparing to die, when he realized that he had taken a breath in, a breath of air. The oyster on his mouth was filtering his breaths, keeping him alive, and the large object that had nudged him was the seahorse, swimming down with him. Zephyr looked around, and though his eyes were filled with stinging water, he saw the light of the surface far above him. He was surrounded by only dark, cold water, and the seahorse guiding him along. He found that he was unable to swim upwards, weighed down by the blade at his hip. He wrapped his arms around the giant seahorse's body, and felt a ripple through his mind, inspiring peace and calm in him. It wasn't long before the seahorse led him into a small opening in the wall of the deep pool. Zephyr felt the water's pressure ease on his aching brain as new light streamed into his eyes from above upon entering the cave. [[OOC: Feel free to take full control of Lazlo. His personality is greedy, mischievous, cynical, and hot-headed. His claws and teeth are sharp, and he may attack if you wish. Just don't kill him. :P]] |
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