Wow. And he said as much. "Wow." He looked at Shadrak for a moment, shock registering on his face, and then a slight glint of pity. "I've heard of Krynn. A friend of mine went there once and I've encountered a few other inhabitents of it. And from what I've heard, it's not a place I'd go willingly in these times. Wow, By the Gods Shadrak, I had no idea." He paused. This was a gloomy subject, and he'd definately want to talk about it later, but there was still something bothering him. "But...what does this have to do with your fear of women?"
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Shadrak shrugged, "Nothing, as far as I'm concerned, women are a foreign race, to be teased, revered, and feared. Women are alien creatures! scary scary scary creatures!" Shadrak's humour was back in full form. "But I figured I ought to tell you my past, y'know, give you fair warning for what you're getting into when you stay around me for too long!" He grinned.
ooc: ANYTHING BUT PITY!...or women.... hmm, which is the greater evil?
*thwaps shaddy-muse* DOWN BOY! This is MY soapbox!
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ooc: ROFL!! ROFL!!
bic: Maveick laughed. "Yes, they can be terrifying can't they? But, since we're swapping history stories,
I might as well tell you mine. It's pretty strange too. Granted it's nothing compared to yours, but it's still pretty strange."
booc: Just a little more detailed. Maverick Tellis is a charecter in some of my stories. He's intertwined with a bunch of others in this major plot thaqt I have yet to complete. Been busy lately. hehe
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Shadrak grinned, "yeah, it'd be kinda hard to be more messed up than me." He leaned back as their drinks were brouhgt out. Sipping his slowly he turned to Maverick, "Do tell." ^-^
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ooc: Is what intertwined with what?
bic: "Oh well if you insist." He shrugged and took a sip of his own wine, sighed and set it down, looking up at the ceiling as if he could derive from it a place to start. "Let's see... I was born in a land called Rodant, across the ocean. It's aland governed by witches and we don't have dragons that can take on human form. We don't have elves, nor fearies, nor goblins and trolls; no halflings, no wizards, no anhelos... we have druids though, and dragons believe it or not, but very few of those. Most believe you dragons are a myth, it's been so long since the sighting of one. I was born of a modest noble house and as soon as I was old enough, my friend, Kalten and I entered training to be knights. It was some years later; Kalten had a friend who was slipping him tips on our enemy's wherabouts. Tensions were high between Rodant and Trelhyme at the time. Anyway, one night Kalten appeared at my door wanting me to accompany him to meet one of his contacts. Apparently, this contact of his only wished to speak with me, and me alone. So I agreed, although I was wondering what it was this person wanted to talk to me about, or how he had even heard of me. So under cover of night, we stole down to the beach with a covered lantern to light the way where we were to meet his person; Krager, he was called. Kalten told me to wait on top of the cliffs until he gave the signal. A storm was blowing up at the time. I lost sight of him in the night and spotted him again as a single bolt of lightning lit up the sky. He was standing next to a person shorter then he was, but he looked strange, like he was hunching over. Then I saw something Kalten didn't. Among the rocks along the shore some men where creeping up on their position, about to attack. I called a warning, but it was to late. The next flash of lightning revealed him surrounded by the attackers. I did the only thing I could think of. I uncovered the lantern and threw it down at them. The oil broke on one of the attackers heads and spread to the fighted wick. It provided a decent enough light source for me to see the situation properly. I threw myself off the cliff and tackled on of the men, but there was too meny. Soon Krager and I were both disarmed and held down to face the turn-coat Krager. Krager stood to his full hieghth then, too tall to be a man. The haulocaust cloak seethed around him as if his muscles were transforming, changing. We were looking at a creature that hadn't been seen in over two thousand years; a demon, one of the last of a race that once enslaved all others. His name was Muldair. The next thing I knew I was on a ship bound for open sea, and my friend was nowhere to be found. I was in the main hold with some other people. A sorceress, not of my land, an Ogami warrior, and the captain of the ship. Ryoty Mecxatcum her name was. She wast the most irritating. bossiest, domineering, over-bearing--and the most beautiful and interesting woman I've ever known. It turns out she was the captain of the ship until she took on Muldair as a passanger. In the middle of the voyage, he did something to her crew, took over their minds it seemed. They forced her down into the hull and held her there ever since. It wasn't long until they cme down and brought us up on deck. I remember that night as if it was yesterday. It was stormy, the wind howling and the rain pelting our faces, but we were herded up onto the deck chained together in pairs anyway. I was chained to Ryoty and The Ogami warrior was chained to the sorceress. Muldair paraded in front of us, rubbing in our faces that fact that he beat us at something none of us knew what he was talking about and we were about to die. He walked to the end of the row and picked up the Ogami warrior woman by the wrist, snapped the chain off her wrist like a twig and pulled her wooden bracelet off. Then he threw her over board and into the water. Ryoty and I looked at each other, then decided simultaniously that whatever plan he had for us, we'd be better off in the water with the Ogami then with the sorceress. So we jumped over board, made our way over to the woman and floated on her airboard for a while. But then came Charibdus."
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Shadrak, always a sucker for a good story, was completely under Maverick-the-storyteller's sway at this point. He was gazing raptly attentative at maverick, his face open like a child's, open in a way that no living creature had ever seen, one might even say, innocent. It took Shadrak a moment to realize he'd paused. He cocked his head to one side, wanting to hear the rest, "Charibdus?" he prompted.
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Maverick smiled at Shad's eagerness. ow could a dragon such as Skadrak be so innocently curious? He took another sip of wine, prolonging his continuation of the story and enjoying Shadrak's irritation. He sighed and looked back over at Shadrak. "Where was I? Oh yes, Charibdus." His face darkenend as his memory returned vividly to that dark and stormy night on the ocean, the fear, uncertainty, the wonder at what was happening flooding back through him as he remembered the horror that had dawned on them as the feared monster of the deep came into focus across the storm swept ocean. "Charibdus." His features took on a forlorn expression as he remembered the two women with him that had seemingly perished in the storm. "The night was so dark the only light we had was the lightning that flashed in the midnight sky. And when that did, all we could do was look around for the next tidal wave and brace ourselves for it's impact. But as it went on the flashes became more constant, coming closer and closer together,and in the distance the Ogami warrior-- Suibu, her name was-- spotted something ahead. A void in the ocean, the water swirling around it. Ryoty and I looked, and the void dissappeared, filled in by water. We looked at each then for confermation. But there was no need. We all knew what we headed for, what we had all heard horror stories about. We all knew it was Charibdus, and I could see reflected in their eyes the same terror I knew was in mine. Charibdus is a sea moster that lives below the surface of the water. The creature is huge, spanning I've heard at least a mile wide. The way it eats," he held up his hands as if he could show Shadrak what he was trying to tell, "is this. It sucks in hundreds of gallons of water, fish and all, creating a giant whirlpool that has sucked in entire floating islands! It swallows everything and then regurgitates the water. For all I knew it could have been hours--or maybe minutes-- that we floated amidst the stinging rain and the gigantic waves before we began to feel the pull of the monsters apatite." He paused. He could almost feel the unnatural change of the current and supressed a shiver. It was an effort to go on. "We were sucked into the whirlpool with amazing speed, the water rushing around us as we sped by, around and around. Ryoty and I were handcuffed together, so we slipped the chain around the tip and beneath the board and linked hands with Suibu, huddling as close to the board as we could. It sucked us in, spinning us faster and faster around the whirlpool until we reached the center and suddenly were pulled under. I felt a sharp yank on my arm and suddenly I was alone. I swam as hard as I could hoping that the way I swam was up. But I don't think I ever made it. I became very light headed and then the next thing I knew, I was on the shore of Senkinar, the waves lapping at my feet and the hot sand beneath my head. The women were nowhere to be found."
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Shadrak, skitz that he is was looking anxious, "Did you ever hear what happened to them?" he asked, genuinely worried. The way Maverick spun a story, Shadrak almost believed he was in it for a moment or two. This Shadrak was greatly at odds to the warrior shadrak who could go into a bezerker rage on a whim, and spin spells of great destruction out of nothing in moments. Shadrak seemed to have forgotten all that had ever befallen him, and indeed, that was how he lived. He'd only deal with the here and now, leaning on past experience when it was needed, but only ever remembered when it was needed, not before, not after, but only at the time it was needed. Shadrak's face betrayed innocence and the timelessness of a child who's seen nought, almost as though he'd only just hatched, and never seen and struggled through what he had. But it was hard to catch unless one had a sharp eye, because his expression was always hooded, reasoning coming from his Dark heritage.
ooc: oh the words one can spout to capture but one expression!
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Maverick looked at Shadrak for a moment and answered, "yeah, one of them anyway." He stared ionto the wine in his cup with a far away look in his eyes, a slight secretive smile curving his lips. "Ryoty." He said her name with pleasure in his voice.
ooc: Even the great bachelor Maverick was reeled in by the opposite sex. I wonder... will Shaddie ever be reeled in by the opposite sex?
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ooc: *rofl!* wellllll, I'm a thinking that a few years down the road in The Last Flight SOMEONE, who, coincidentally ends up being a bitter evil woman in latter years, will catch shaddy's eye...hmmm, partial to redheads, I wonder? *l*
ooc: Shadrak looked puzzled at maverick's tone for a moment, but he shrugged it off, humans! I'll never understand them! "...soooo....?" Shadrak was a little hesitant, but he asked anyway, "How'd that happen? ...or is that a story for another night?" Shadrak asked, looking out the window at the deep dark night.
ooc: *chokes on hotpocket* hack--ack! *GAG!* AAAAaaagghhh! Wait! Wait a minute. Dalamar?! You're planning on setting eyes o her? Are you kidding? the ice queen? Lord of Darkness?! You're nuts! You're just plain nuts! ROFL!
bic: "Oh there's a story to that all right." He leaned forward and picked up the mug, taking a big swig of the ale and leaning back in his chair again. "But... that's for another cold winter night. And before we can return to Yle, there's still the problem of Muldair and Ryoty's ensorcelled crew. Unyil then, we can only hope that the Ogami and the sorceress, whatever her fate, are as well off or better then ours."
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ooc: *giggles insanely* well, see...the thing about that...he has alreayd MADE a pass at her...and she...well...hehehe, "consented"
hehehehe, read LF if you ever have a chance ^-^ (Last Flight)
bic:
Shadrak looked just like a petulant child, "Awww! I dun get to hear the rest? Fooey." He shrugged and grinned, "eh well, sleep would be a good idea?"
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ooc: *speechless, eyes bulge out of head and jaw drops to the floor while slowly keeling over, stiff as a log.* Oh, and the reason Mav can't tell about how he ran into Ryoty is because I haven't made that up yet. Hehe ;;'__';;
bic: "Sleep does sound good even though we were supposed to get some food out here a while ago." He turned around and glanced at the kitchen door that hadn't moved since the innkeeper had bustled in to see about their supper. "I wonder what's taking them so long? He said it was roasting on the spigget." On the far wall a moldy old picture hung of some forgotten lord. The lord's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
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ooc: *giggles* you're so fun to shock! I need to see if I canmake you choke on another hotpocket! ...laaater, when ye dun expect it! OOK! movin eyes!!! welwelwelll.... I take in my stray extra charac and you make one too! AAA!
bic: Shadrak was unaware of the portrait, "Yeah, rather long, wonder if the soup ate them?" He asked it in complete seriousness, such things were commonplace in his "world". "Maybe we should check?" All of a sudden he felt an odd tingle at the back of his neck, he 'hit the deck, which is to say, he turned serpent and sild to the floor so swiftly it looked like he'd disappeared, and indeed, his scaling was black, so he could blend easily into the shadows. He slid up behind and beside Maverick, /:Someone's watching... maybe listening...:/ He turned and slid off into the shadows along the wall, sniffing and sorting the scents through his delicate nose ((if you didn't know, some serpents have a sense of smell equal to a cat or a dog, also, faint vibrations like a heartbeat can be sensed, even from large distances)). He caught something, something sharp, a sharp scent from the wall...? something pulsing faintly on the wall...? noooo (imagine a hissing here)/:behind the wall...:/
Edited by: ShadowSoul RuneBlade at: 1/14/04 10:51 am
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Maverick froze and stared, wide-eyed, as Shadrak morphed into a snake right in front of his eyes. He could usually take strange things in stride, but it was the transforming-- it really creeped him out. And chills ran up and down his spine when he heard a snake-like hiss in his ear.
"Someone's watching...maybe listening..." said a hissing voice. Shadrak. He heard him quietly slither away.
He supressed a shudder but didn't turn around. "Okay..." he said uncertainly under his breath. He took a sip of his ale and set it down quietly on the table and folded his hands on his stomach, leaning back and waiting for Shadrak to return.
Behind the wall, peaking through the cut-out eyes, the innkeeper stared greedily at Maverick's and Shadrak's sword. "Are you done with that soup yet?" he snapped at the fat cook. "Don't rush me!" she snapped back. "Now where's that powder?" She threw open a cupboard and began fishing through the objects inside.
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ooc: POISON?! AA!
bic:
Shadrak detected faint murmuring vibrations, voices! Through long experience, much experimentation, and some magical aid, Shadrak could descipher the vibrations from voices to translate what's being said, but it's a fragmentary translation at best. "...done.....sou....whe..r......powder?........
Shadrak couldn't make out much of what was being said, but had misgivings about the vibration of 'powder'.
Shadrak slithered back to Maverick, /:be wary of the soup:/ he said, with a sort of mind-reflection behind the words that smelt of poison.
He turned back to the shadows of his seat and reclaimed it surreipitiously.
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"Powder, got it." Maverick leaned forward, looking away as Shadrak retook human form. He folded his hands on the table in front of him and said very quietly, "Do me a favor? Don't transform in front of me again. It creeps me out."
Back in the dirty kitchen with the obeise cook and the skanky waitress, the innkeeper huddled in a circle and plotted to make himself a good deal of money. "Okay you two, there's a good deal of money to be made. Now Jhudora, you put the sleeping powder in the soup right?" The cook nodded pompously. "Razelle, you know what to do right?"
"As if I could forget it!" she snapped back, insulted. "Whatever, now keep it down! We don't want them to get word of our plan do you?!" he whispered fiercly. She shot him a dirty look and huddled next to him again. "Now get the serving cart." She bustled into the closet and pulled out a rusty looking cart. "The one with all of the wheels mind you! and take out the soup," he hissed.
"But they didn't order any soup!" she hissed back, pushing the rusty cart in and pulling out the other one.
"Well then tell them it's complementary!" Jhudora picked up the pot by the handles and set it down gently on the cart which groaned under it's weight along with two chipped bowls, spoons, and linen napkins.
"Complementary? In this dump? You're joking!"
"What will they care? It's food! And we don't want to keep them waiting forever, they'll get suspicious. Now go!" He pushed her towards the door as she wheeled the cart.
"But what if they ask why it's complementary?" she whined.
"Make something up!" he snapped and didn't give her time to protest as he pushed her out the door. She stumbled out and jerked to a halt, the kitchen door swinging closed behind her. She looked over at the two men at the table nervously and brushed a strand of curly red hair out of her eyes, giving the cart a sharp push to get the rusted wheels moving. It sqeeked as it came over, Razelle making sure to swing her hips in a sultry way and giving the men a suacy smile. "Here's your soup."
Maverick shot Shadrak a questioning look and looked at the soup. But, we didn't order the soup madam. We ordered the lambs' leg." Razelle's eye widened and she looked looked from one man to the other for a moment before smiling and saying shakily, "Uh, it complementary. On the house. See the uh, lambs leg isn't...it isn't done yet so we uh... Master Rygil sends his apologies and this soup for you uh, it will be just a bit longer. Really." She barked a small laugh and scurried back into the kitchen. Maverick quirked and eyebrow after her. "Odd."
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ooc: right after your it creeps me out comment
bic:
Shadrka laughed, "well, you'e better get used to it if you're stuck around me for any length of time."
ooc:now after the soup bit
bic: Shadrak eyed to soup, but before he could do anything more, the man they'd met earlier that night came bouncing down the stairs, grinning jovially, "Oh! So good of you to order supper for me!" he said, then set to and put it away faster than shadrak thought possible. /:Either he's really thick, and stuck up, or he's helping us now...:/ Shadrak sent to Maverick via an undetectable psychic thread. /:y'know...I wonder if he's noticed your li'l magical bauble, the one you used when we first met, I believe...
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Maverick was shocked to hear Shadrak's voice in his head, but not as suprised as he thought he'd be under these circumstances. /First of all, it's not a bauble it's a stone. Second of all,/, he glanced at the man eating their soup distastefully,/I don't know whether to hope he's being helpful or stuck up and stupid. Either would work out for us I guess./ He leaned forward again and rested his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his crossed hands. "How's the soup?" he asked conversationally.
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"Very good!" the man replied, "in fact, I can taste some faint flavour that really adds to the soup," He looked up and winked at them conspiratorially. Shadrak blinked, betraying a little surprise. "Y'know," the man said conversationally to Shadrak, "I don't think your friend likes me very much." He laughed, not caring. He held up his hand for a moment, then tiny particles flared briefly to light in the soup bowl/pot. "It doesn't affect magic-users." he added in an undertone. Shadrak looked at him funny, as he finished up. "Name's Kante, glad to be of service." Then he walked away, back up the stairs, looking quite as oblivious as before.
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