| Dragonshroom, Airinth Argonsdotter, Scarth Maheart, Old Man Jenkins; By Tylatz | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 16 2011, 01:00 AM (43 Views) | |
| BallPunion | Aug 16 2011, 01:00 AM Post #1 |
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A dark mist – yes a dark mist! It exists! - swirls through the dark graveyard obscuring sight and carrying the sound of desecration in action. Beaten by the villagers and plagued by nightmarish encounters the thing in the graveyard was left with only one recourse; to build a safe haven with whatever material he could find. Luckily for Dragonshroom there happen to be a lot of tombstones laying around and not being used by anyone. One by one he digs them out of the ground and stacks them together, slowly outlining what is to be his sanctum of wizardy. Eventually it begins to take shape, quite miraculous seeing as he merely stacked them together with out using anything to bind them together. If only he knew the dark magical properties latent within the tombstones of that graveyard that were at work and what else he was digging from the ground with each one of the stones. ************** “Braaaaaaaaains,” crys a voice lost in the dark. “Braaaaaaains,” it calls again, closer than before. “Braaaa-” “Oh give it a rest already, Dan!” The voice is cut off by another, but this one somewhat muffled. “Zombies eat brains,” from a grave freshly robbed of its tombstone rises a skeleton, “and do we look like zombies? Huh? Do we? No, we don't, Dan. We aren't flippin' zombies!” From the dark steps another skeleton with arms out stretched still crying out with little attention given to the half buried one's complaining. “Oh, sure, just ignore me. Not like that ever gets old. You've only been doing it for the last 624 years!” ************** “Perfect!” Dragonshroom beams down on his library, amazed by his own genius in building it out of tombstones. This way even without books there is plenty to read inside! If only more architects thought like him libraries would be books themselves! “You're pretty good at this,” says a voice behind him. “Yup!” “Have you done this before?” “First time!” “Wooooow. I'm impressed. By the way, are you using that arm? I could use it back. It's kind of hard taking over a village with only one and all the other undead are laughing at me.” With a piqued brow, Dragonshroom turns to see who his guest is, but find himself staring into the dark. Confused by this he tilts his head to the side and the darkness is replaced by a dull white color. “Whoah. Personal space, dude,” exclaims the skeleton whose face is a mere centimeter from Dragonshroom's own. Taking a step back and getting the full picture of what he faced, Dragonshroom screamed and pulled out his only defense against the creatures of the dark, a skeleton arm. This weapon was promptly snatched away by the skeleton that gave his deepest thanks for returning it to him. Unarmed and out of options Dragonshroom did the one thing that had worked for him the past week. He ran. Spinning about he launched himself into a full sprint, but he didn't make it far before the world faded out of existence for the farmer. The skeleton scratches his head with the finger of his recovered arm and shrugs at the limp body of Dragonshroom held up by the indention his face made into one of the tombstones that make up the library. Stepping past him the skeleton entered the structure, shut the door, and bolted it. ************** Into the town spilled the animated skeletons of past Eco residents whom, much like the current residents, died of starvation. Armed with nothing more than their claw like hands they beset upon the even less armed populace. Amongst them came a whining nag and a cry for brains. ************** Rombone, self proclaimed hero of the Regalia Front and bartender-to-be, busily rubbed the clean glass pitcher in his hands with a dirty rag behind the counter of the only tavern in all of Eco. Many would question his claims of being a hero in some far flung war that none had heard of if not for the size of the man and the numerous scars covering his skin. It's the same reason they put up with his horrible attempts at making new jokes, the tank of turtles in the corner of the bar, and his habit of yelling random names. “Heya, so, I gotta joke for ya,” he informs his unlucky patron who is forced to endure the torturous attempt because, as was said, this is the only tavern in town. “So, uh, a kung fu master, a farmer, and a skeleton walk into a bar-” Screams from outside cut him off as an old robed man barrels through the door followed by a farmer being chased by a skeleton. “Oh, uh, damn.” Now inside the old man spins around and catches the skeleton in the head with the heel of his foot sending the mass of bone hurtling at the unnamed farmer clad in wolf skin. With a sickening crack the farmer was flung into the wall by the force and fell prone on the floor. Not seeming to care about the fate of the poor farmer, the old man remained at the door destroying any skeletons that dared to look for a good time in this tavern. “So, uh, as I was sayin', a kung fu master, a farmer, and a skeleton walk into a bar...” ************** Meanwhile, across Eco – ok, across the street since there aren't enough buildings for there to be any difference – Old Man Jenkins, first name Old, was finalizing his latest adjustment to his favorite spell much to the chagrin of the head librarian that was always wary of funny looking old men experimenting with fire spells. “Now, if I do this,” the flame between his hands sparks violently. “No, no, no. How about this?” The flames color shifts from a flickering red to a vibrant blue. “Finally! Red fire!” Caught up in his exuberance the old man accidentally lets the spell loose. Flying forward it engulfs a trio of skeletons that had just entered the library and were standing between a pair wooden pillars. What little clothing hung from their bones was burned away, but they remained unphased even as their bodies – and I put that loosely – were bathed in flames. The skeletons share a look amongst each other wondering what blue fire was supposed to do when the timbers around them gave way to the destructive flames. A large section of the roof caved in on the three skeletons, crushing them beneath the rubble and effectively barricading the library. Enraged by what she just witnessed the head librarian stormed over to Old Man Jenkins and repeatedly clubbed him over the head with the heaviest tome on the shelves while berating him for casting a fire spell inside the library. ************** “Hi, welcome to Argonsdotter's Inn!” Airinth gave her first guest a big smile as she welcomed him, her, it? Skeleton genders get pretty difficult to tell on first impressions without a well trained eye. “Since your our first guest I have the best room in the house ready for you,” she noticed her guest didn't have any luggage and probably didn't have any money seeing as skeletons lack pockets. “Follow me.” A wicked smile played across her face as she plotted her moves carefully. If she played her cards right this would be the most lucrative guest she would ever have. “Here we are. Room 2.” Airinth opens the door for the skeleton and allows him to enter. “Check out is at 8 sharp. Don't be late and rent is due then,” not giving the skeleton a chance to react she slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside. From within she thought she heard the skeleton say brains, but that couldn't be right. That's what zombies do. Not skeletons. ************** When the sun rose the village of Eco was back to normal as it had always been. Well, normal except for the villagers being replaced by skeletons and a number of buildings being packed with people comparing their current lives to that zombie movie they saw. Except for Argonsdotter's Inn where Airinth has forced her skeletal guest to work at the inn to pay her back for the cost of the rented room for two nights – seeing as the skeleton was late checking out in the morning with being locked in the room and all. Unfortunately she had stubbed her toe in the middle of the night and was unable to fully enjoy her small victory. Outcome: Stalemate. The Blacksmith, Food Market, Bank, Residences, and Dragonshroom's Haunted Library are now controlled by skeletons. The Library, Argonsdotter's Inn, and Tavern remain – mostly – skeleton free. Dragonshroom: -35 HP, +35 SP, Loses Skeleton Arm, Gains Skeleton Pelvis (Lvl1 Craft, Melee) Airinth Argonsdotter: -35 HP, +35 SP, Skeleton (Lvl2 Custom Creature) Scarth Maheart: -20 HP, +20 SP, Ale (Food, MP) Old Man Jenkins: -20 HP, +20 SP, Unabridged Tome of Eco (Lvl1 Craft, Melee) Edited by Zepp, Aug 16 2011, 02:02 AM.
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