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Sat Dec 28, 2013 4:01 am Post #31 |
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The girl giggled as Glug muttered to himself after her greeting. She saw he was making something for breakfast and she sat down patiently waiting for him to be done. She was more surprised about the first words he said. She had expected an answer to her questions or something along those lines, but no he had given her a name. Dawn thought about her new name and found it sounded nice. She looked quite surprised, but something seemed to settle inside of her. The unpleasant smell on her got a fraction weaker as a result. She smiled at Glug and giggled in a happy way as she said her own name, Dawn... Dawn... Yes I think I like it Mister Glug. It makes me think of something warm and new. It makes me feel happy in a way. Though what does it mean?" She gave him another hug if he allowed her to. Her other questions forgotten for the moment she looked at him eagerly. She wanted to know what her name meant as it was now part of her. |
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 5:52 am Post #32 |
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“Nnnn,” he said, pushing her away as she enveloped him in a hug once more. He didn’t mean anything by it but he certainly wasn’t the hugging type. In answer to her question, he pointed at the orange sky and the burning star that slowly rose above the distant horizon. The girl’s stench was still pungent but it seemed to the goblin as though it was improving margin by margin. He explained that the sun was a bane - a bad thing - for many of his people, for the goblins were a species steeped in darkness. He also explained that there were some, like his own clan, that held no particular allegiance to either light or darkness. “We just exist,” he said to Dawn. “It’s not like it used to be. The world’s changin’. I think those of us that can’t handle it are bein’ weeded out - like my clan. The rest are getting’ more evil by the day. But the sun gives us warmth and light, an’ that’s exactly what evil doesn’t want.” He felt like a traitor, the way he was speaking about his species, but it was the truth and he knew it all too well. “It rises in the east, crosses the sky, an’ sets in the west. Then the moon rises, bringin’ the stars. This endless cycle of day an’ night is one o’ the most basic principles o’ magic. It’s also the most common fact of existence. I dunno nothin’ ‘bout stuff like that beyond what I jus’ told ye, though.” He poked the fire a bit. Breakfast was almost done. “Fire an’ water oppose one another in magic,” he said, remembering their conversation from the evening before. “Fire turns water into steam, an’ water puts out fire. Water gets cold enough, it turns to ice; fire melts ice an’ turns water ta steam, like I said. Then there’s air an’ earth. I talked about elements last night, though.” He looked at her for a moment, and then he came to a decision. “If ye’re gonna be with me, girl, ye gotta learn ta survive,” he said at last. “Look, I’m nothin’ special. But I know how ta survive. I hunt small game, I know a few spells, an’ I’m a sneaky lil bastard most people are afraid of. If they’re not afraid, they hate me. Goblins aren’t very friendly. They have bad times with elves especially, an’ humans hate us just as much. But we’re not all bad, an’ my clan’s proof o’ that. Oh, yeah, we’re a bit mischievous. But we’re not stupid and we’re not all out ta kill or rob or maim everyone. Ye’ll hear a lot o’ that if ye stick with me. “Ye oughta know what ye’re gettin’ yerself into. But if ye’re willin’, I’ll teach ye a thing or two. It won’t be much, understand, but it’ll be enough ta keep ye alive. It’s up ta you. But first, we eat. Then we talk.” And with that, he pulled the owl meat off of the self-made spit. It was hot, a fact he warned the girl about, and the meat was tough. It was edible, though. It’d give them strength and let ‘em think straight. That was all he needed right now: to think straight. He couldn’t hardly teach this girl how to survive without being able to think. |
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:42 am Post #33 |
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Dawn listened carefully to the explanation and had looked at the sun directly for a moment before learning that was a bad idea. She then just listened to Glug a look of rapt interest on her face as he talked about different things. She felt a bit bad for Glug when he talked about his own people being evil. He didn't look happy about it and she hopped that would change. She didn't really know how hard that would be right then of course. Learning about the natural order of things sort of made sense too. The sun and moon she had seen and understood they just were always like that. The relation ship of fire and water sounded kind of complex and she sort of wanted to see all these different forms of water now. She knew water and steam, but what did ice look like? It was then the conversation turned in a different direction. She went a little wide eyed as she was a little confused, "Aren't you already teaching me? I don't know what is involved with survival that is different, but I want to learn everything. Teach me whatever it is and I will do my best Mister Glug. Also don't you dare say you aren't special you saved me, found clothes for me and gave me a name you are the best person ever Mister Glug. I won't let anyone else say otherwise." With that said she sat down and did as Glug said taking a piece of meat and trying to eat it the best she could. She tried to be careful when warned and managed to get at it without burning herself, there were a few close calls though. It certainly was tough and it took her a while to get the hang of chewing the bird. Even if she found it difficult and that taste wasn't great she was clearly trying to put on her best face for Glug. Still it didn't hide her true feelings about the meal. She probably finished several minutes after Glug as she had a much hard time with the meal. After she finished she fished her ring out that looked almost identical to Glug's. She fiddle with it absentmindedly as any child with with a new found toy. Glug would probably see she had a ring this time as she asked, "So what now Mister Glug?" Edited by Zelothtith, Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:42 am.
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:06 am Post #34 |
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Special…ha. He was just another goblin. He was average. He was normal. He was common. Yet he was not the menace that most people made his species out to be (not entirely without merit, granted, but still). He let the girl have her thoughts aloud, however, and proceeded to ea. Even with his mouth full of razor-sharp teeth clearly designed (and honed) for eating meat, the carnivorous goblin had to admit that the meat was a bit tough. Still, it was meat. Meat was food. Food was life, and food was strength. When he was done, he drew an arrow and picked up a rather broad piece of spare timber. It was quite thick - perhaps four inches, a great thing to start with - and sturdy. It held no rot in or about it, and it was as dry as a bone save the minute quantities of early morning dew that graced it. “First,” he began with a pointed look, “call me Glug. No mister. That sounds weird. Second…that ring...if ye put it on, ye're invisible, assumin' it works the way mine does. Yeah, I got a ring just like that an' tried it on last night. I got good uses fer that. Anyway...invisibility. That means nobody can see ye but it doesn't necessarily mean nobody can hear or smell ye. Take it off, and ye're visible again. You should put that away fer later. Right now, the first thing you gotta learn is how ta make a fire.” He showed her the difference between the arrow’s shaft and the wood; the shaft was smooth and round, whereas the wood was rough, and there were other obvious differences. Then he put the arrow away and grabbed a second, smaller piece of wood. He showed her how to jam one piece of wood into another, running the first the length of the second. “Ye gotta have dry wood or you’ll never get anywhere,” he said in his usual somewhat nasally voice. “We wood means ye can’t get a spark, which in turn means ye can’t make fire. Now there are spells fer makin’ fire but I don’t know any so this is how I do it. Eventually, the pressure will heat up and a spark’ll ignite the wood. This could take a really short time or a really long time, depending on the wood and your own ability ta get it goin’. Let’s hope this doesn’t take forever.” Indeed, it was nearly twenty minutes before a spark was struck. Wind, it quickly became clear, was essential for starting a fire naturally. Wind helped the fire to spread. Considering the wood was completely dry, there was little trouble with it spreading under the forceful breaths of the goblin. He soon had a burning piece of timber. “Now,” he continued, “that’s simple enough. We already got a fire goin’ but that’s how you do it. Fire spreads quick, see, and it burns everything it can. It’s got a mind of its own most o’ the time. Don’t ever let anyone tell you fire isn’t alive. It dances an’ weaves unpredictably; mages can control fire but naturally, that’s impossible. Oh, you can put it out, but trust me: once you’ve watched a few structures burn to the ground, you’ll just how dangerous and unpredictable and alive fire really is. “Anyway, fire gives ye heat an’ light - as you’ve seen. You can even cook on it. It burns most things it touches, though; so ye can put yer clothes near it ta let the heat comin’ off of a fire dry ‘em but it’s not a good idea ta put yer clothes in the fire.” It wasn’t his intention to be condescending but he probably came off that way. He didn’t really care for the most part, although he would prefer people looked on him with respect rather than fear or loathing. Right now, though, he was just trying to teach Dawn some basic skills. At least he could quit calling her “the girl” now. He tossed the burning log onto the camp fire. “The best way ta contain fire is ta put it on dirt an’ throw some rocks around it; if there’s nothin’ for fire ta spread to, it won’t spread. Now, dirt puts a fire out just like water, only different. See, fire needs three things: air, which is all around us - we're breathin’ it right now; somethin’ ta burn - wood, in this case; and a starter. The starter is almost always heat. In this case, the repeated pressure built up heat between one piece o’ wood and another; it got hot enough to burn after a while, which is how the fire got started. By throwin’ dirt on a fire, ye’re smotherin’ it - deprivin' it of air. Without that air, the fire goes out. You can also stamp on it, though I wouldn’t do that without boots on. “It’s even easier if you’ve got matches, which ye rub against the box they come in ta light ‘em; then ye touch a match to a candle or a torch - or even a piece o’ wood, like we got here - and it lights it. Candles are made o’ wax and have little wicks on top, though; as the heat from the fire melts the wax and the wick slowly burns, the candle gets smaller an’ smaller. Eventually, it goes out; unless you do it real slow or you’re terrified o’ the slightest bit o’ pain, ye can usually put a candle flame out by pinchin’ it between yer thumb an’ forefinger. “Torches are usually a long piece o’ wood with an oil-soaked rag wrapped around ‘em or one with a bowl-shaped hollow on one end filled with black powder; either way, you put a match to the rag or to the powder, and ye got fire. Simple. Lots o’ places got sconces for holdin’ torches an’ candle holders are a household thing. But if ye haven’t got any matches or oil-soaked rags or a torch or a candle…there’s this method, which I’ve just shown ye. “Ye get all that?” Edited by Glug Photall, Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:10 am.
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:56 am Post #35 |
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Dawn listened carefully got Glug and tried to understand it all. She looked puzzled at the invisibility thing, but didn't question it and simply put the ring away. She listened to everything he said and she found what he was doing easy to understand for the most part. Seeing things helped. She wasn't sure she fully understood what a candle was or a torch was, but she was sure she would understand when she saw such things. Oddly enough when he asked her if she got it she nodded vigorously. "Yes mi.... I mean Glug. I understand it all. You said.... She then repeated back his own words without so much as an error. She may not have any memories, but apparently she also didn't forget anything. If questioned further she could recall any of her experiences nearly perfectly. Of course at the same time their was a difference between remembering words and understanding them. Still it was probably a useful ability. If asked to try making a fire herself it would prove more difficult as doing things physically seemed hard for her, but she would probably get it after a few tries with some guidance. After all practice was the only real way to learn most skills. She waited patiently to see what they would be doing next. Some where along the lines of his next lesson a wind would blow through the leaves towards Glug and it steadily got stronger as if trying to push him off the hill. If he still ignored it he would feel a sharp slap against his rear like someone trying to get him to move on. He wouldn't find any sign of a person, but their would be a leaf against his rear. If he looked the tree's branches rustled as if slightly angry or annoyed. |
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 8:21 am Post #36 |
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The goblin nodded curtly. “Good,” he said. “Now, ye can practice when next we make camp - which'll be in a few hours, as I’ll be hungry then an’ I’m sure you’ll be as well. But the next thing ye need ta know is how ta track. There was no rain last night so our tracks should still be around. If ye can track, then ye can hunt; if ye can hunt, then ye can cook on a fire. If ye can cook on a fire, ye can at least survive - and hunting’ll come in time as well.” He stood just as the wind started to pick up. He kicked the rocks and dirt around his fire, smothering it. It was a good show of what to do to put out a fire but he was mostly just doing it to put it out. He told the girl - Dawn - that a fire could be scattered in just the right way to throw off observers. “Unfortunately, I wouldn’t know how ta do that,” he said. “But ye should never leave a fire burnin’ on its own fer long. And what is with this infernal wind?” He looked up at the sky as though to blame it, thinking it was just a tool of nature. He scratched his rear in annoyance and a leaf came away with his hand; a quick shake of his hand, and the leaf blew away. He shook his head. He voiced a hope that the wind wouldn’t persist or grow stronger throughout the day. “I’d rather not do this while tryin’ ta hold all my pieces t’gether,” he grumbled. “Anyway, let’s get goin’.” When he had found the signs of their passage from the night before, he also found the edge of the woodlands. He knelt down and motioned for Dawn to do the same. He showed her the way the grass was flattened, how it seemed to have been squashed suddenly from above only to be slid forward a little. “It’s the mark of somethin’ heavy runnin’ across it, like a boot,” he said. “My boots, in this case, an’ yours as well.” From there, he proceeded to show her all the signs of their passage. He was giving her a crash-course in tracking, he knew, but at least he was teaching her something. He explained to Dawn that tracking wasn’t easy due to the vast multitude of sources of tracks and the many, many ways in which an environment could be altered simply by one’s passage. He explained as well that some people actually used this to their advantage - hunters, for example, as well as rangers, some bandits, highwaymen, soldiers, druids, and others. “As we go along, I’ll show ye different tracks an’ tell ye what they are. Might even show ye what they belong to, if we see ‘em. But all this is rudimentary. None of it’ll do ye much good if ye can’t catch yer own food - an fer that, ye’ll need a bow.” He moved into the woods and proceeded to show her what the different trees were. He saw a number of black pines and oaks, some cedars, some ash trees, and - oddly - few yew trees. He remarked that he’d never seen many yew trees in this area but he’d never fully explored the woodlands either. Too many elves, he said. Elves, he reiterated, did not like goblins. “What we’re lookin’ fer is the thickest, heaviest, strongest, an’ sturdiest piece o’ timber we can find,” he told her. “Preferably one we don’t have ta cut off a tree. That’s hard work, an’ I like things as easy as possible. Oak’s the best, or cherry - but there aren’t any cherry trees around here. Just pines and oaks and such. Anyway, oak’s the best from this stock. Yew’s good fer wands an’ staves, I think…staves o’ the arcane variety, I mean. But I’unno. Never dabbled much in staff lore or wand lore or trees used fer magic. I’m really more of an illusionist…” He trailed off a bit as he continued his search with Dawn (hopefully) close behind him. |
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:43 pm Post #37 |
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Dawn paid close attention to the lessons about tracking and found it interesting. Finding where another person or creature went by just looking at the ground was an amazing thing, but it also seemed like a complicated one too. She didn't know what half the people he was talking about were, but a few names stuck out like she knew bandits and highwaymen were bad. Glug really was an amazing guy to know all this sort of stuff. He then mentioned getting her a bow and she just nodded at his words. She was careful to learn the what the names of the trees around her were and the name of a few others. She didn't quite know what a wand or staff was or how it helped magic. Then again whenever she brought up magic the discussion turned complicated and hard to understand, so she decided not to ask for the moment. Though she was wondering what an illusionist was and did ask that. "Umm... what is an Illusionist mi.... Glug." She still had trouble not calling him Mister Glug. For some reason it just didn't feel right to her, but he had asked her not to so she tried. She stayed close, but tried to help the search. She probably wasn't much help not knowing what to look for, but as always she was trying. While they were looking Glug probably started getting a feeling of being watched. Though no matter where he looked he would only see normal shadows. No scent of anything strange either beyond what the girl gave off. |
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| Glug Photall | Sun Dec 29, 2013 5:10 pm Post #38 |
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The woods were quiet as the goblin searched, save for the sounds of his own passage and that of his companion. Dawn was paying rapt attention, or so it seemed, and she also appeared to be gazing about the forest in search of wood as well. Actually, the woods were a little too quiet. Glug should have been hearing something, and he tapped his quicksilver ear on the off chance that it wasn’t working for some reason. He rubbed a finger around inside. Nope. He could hear perfectly. It was just way too quiet. He didn’t like it. Unfortunately, they weren’t finding much. He did explain what an illusionist was, though - someone who could make someone see what he wanted them to see. He explained that he wasn’t the stealthiest of people but, for example, a simple Flashburst spell could blind and deafen his opponents for a long enough period of time that he could kill them swiftly and effortlessly; escape from them; lead someone else to them; or do whatever he needed to do in the short period of time during which they were stunned. “Not the most powerful spell,” he said, “but very useful.” Unfortunately, today did not seem to be a good day for wood. He sighed after a while. He really oughta get a machete; then he could get what he needed when he couldn’t find it lying about. Finally, he gave up. He led her back the way they had come, heading for the open plains; after the events of last night, he wasn’t about to let something jump out at him if he could help it. “We can get some wood in the village,” he said. “Then I can show ye how ta carve yer own bow an’ arrows. Arrows come in three pieces: the sharpened head that pierces the body, the shaft that bears it, an’ the feathers that steady it in the air. A bow is just a curved piece o’ wood with a string attached to either end. Ye put the feathered end o’ the arrow against the bow string, pull back, and let loose. ‘course, ye gotta aim proper, but that’s the basics of it. Once ye’ve got a bow, ye can hunt an’ defend yerself. “But don’t think it’ll be easy. Ye gotta know where yer arrow’s gonna go before ye shoot. Me, I spent years learnin’ ta shoot an’ hunt an’ track. I kinda grew up doin’ it. But you…ye’re new t’all o’ this. So it’ll take ye some time ta get used ta things, an’ ‘at means it’ll take ye some time ta learn how ta hunt.” Finally, they were approaching that one rotten tree he recognized as a marker for the edge of the woods. It was about a hundred feet away when he first saw it. He headed in that direction; they would soon literally be out of the woods, and then he’d head to that village like he’d planned to begin with. Just because he was teaching Dawn didn’t mean that he couldn’t continue his own journey at the same time. |
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Mon Dec 30, 2013 6:59 pm Post #39 |
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Dawn found Glug's description of an illusionist to be interesting. She thought it sounded fun and probably useful too. The various ways it could be used made it..... what was the word..... oh well she wwoul figure that out latter. She had to listen again as they started moving out of the forest again. They were to go to some village.... actually what was a village. She heard him talk about bows and arrows for a bit and understood mostly. She had seen him fire an arrow at those scarry people last night, before she had run. He told her it wouldn't be easy and she nodded understanding thing. They were also getting close to exiting the woods. She took the break in his leasson as an opportunity to speak, "I will do my best to learn from you then. Though I do have to ask what sort of place is a village and what is this one called?" As they got close to exiting a strange sound like a whipping wind, but with no wind flowed behing Glug. It probably also felt like something stepping over his grave. If he turned their was nothing unusual there. Though the feeling of being watched would probably increase. As they exited the woods a strange whispering started near Glug. Dawn would never hear it and whatever it was saying wasn't understandable, but the whispering was there. The oddest thing was there was never anything where the sound was coming from. Well besides maybe his own shadow and Dawn herself following closely behind him. |
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| Glug Photall | Wed Jan 1, 2014 11:22 pm Post #40 |
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Glug rolled his eyes, though Dawn couldn’t see it. She was behind him. Still, he had been charged with this task by a dryad. He wasn’t about to have one of those coming after his little green behind. They were dangerous enough just sitting on hills! Still, he had given an invisibility ring by that one. It didn’t sit well with the fables he’d learned when he was young, though, and he wondered about them now. He didn’t know which ones were real and which ones weren’t, or whether all of them were real or all of them weren’t. All he knew was that he didn’t trust dryads one bit, and the invisibility ring - as grand a gift as it was - didn't change that fact much. “Ye’ll see it when we get to it,” he said to the girl. “An’ it’s Kellen. Small town, mostly human. Some elves. Not too fond o’ my kind but now that I got this ‘ere ring, I won’t hafta try sneakin’ about ta get what I want. I might be heard but I won’t be seen. I can just take what I need.” He chuckled at that. Yes, it was true…he was a thief. He was a smart thief, though. He mostly only took things that he needed or mundane things that he wanted, such as food and drink or simple supplies. He offered coins or other things in trade when he had them and they were too valuable to be forgotten about quickly. But with this ring, he wouldn’t have to be nearly as slow and sneaky as he usually was. Oh, he’d still have to move along as quiet as he could, but he’d be able to move a lot more quickly and easily than before. This invisibility ring was quite a blessing indeed. |
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Thu Jan 2, 2014 10:25 pm Post #41 |
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Dawn listened and nodded though was a little confused at one of his comments. "Umm.... Okay I will wait and see Kelen for myself, but don't you need to pay for stuff. You can't just take it right? Plus I still don't know what pay means or what money has to docwith it, but I know these words some how." She look concerned and had one of those looks that made you think of a lost puppy or something. She was naturally inocent and as such probably wouldn't accept stealing things, but then again it wouldn't be hard to talk her around this problem either. Call it borrowing or give some seemingly resonable reason and she would probably accept it. While they walked a strange whispering got a little stronger and seemed to come from behind Glug. It stopped if he looked behind him, but would start the instant he looked away. There would be no creature besides Dawn behind him every time. Dawn would not hear it at all, but with very sharp ears he might hear snatches of what was being whispered. 'Give back. Die. Flay it's flesh. No hope. Run it is fun to chase.' Etc etc. About thrity minutes in things would get weirder as it seemed like sents were starting to fade and the whispers getting louder for him alone. |
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| Glug Photall | Mon Jan 6, 2014 8:18 am Post #42 |
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“Eh…” He had to think about how best to answer that one. Truthfully, he wasn’t a thief. He was a survivor. The problem, though, was that people didn’t like goblins very much. They had one of the worst reputations out there, and it wasn’t hard to see why. But not all of them were all that bad, a fair few being more akin to barbarians and the like. Some were even quite like hobbits, although they typically preferred the more roguish lifestyles to the more farm-bound ones. Glug was of the former sort. See, because so many people tended to disrespect those that had a bad reputation - goblins included - some goblins (Glug, for example) tended to strike back by taking what wasn’t rightfully theirs. The way Glug saw it, he was confiscating the physical representation of non-existent apologies. (And if you believe that one, I’ve a bridge to sell you in Istan.) “For the most part, yeah,” he finally replied. “But ye learn quick ta survive as ye can when ye’re a goblin. Like I said, people aren’t too fond o’ my kind. I…borrow what I can when I can. The ring’ll mean I won’t hafta disturb nobody, see.” It was a reasonable enough explanation to one with a simple mind, and this girl seemed rather child-like at the moment. Besides, he had more pressing matters to focus on - like that damnable whispering. Every time he so much as thought of halfway turning his little green head, it stopped. It was like a ghost trying to prank him - only he knew better. He’d experienced this sort of thing before, and it had nearly gotten him killed. He should have listened to his gut then. He was doing so now. “Ye don’t remember nothin’, huh?” he asked the girl. “Not even a feelin’ or anythin’?” After a moment, and after Dawn had answered him, he decided to say something. “Somethin’s comin’, girl,” he said. “I dunno what it is but I’ve a good mind ta think it’s comin’ after you. Keep hearin’ whispers, like from a mage. ‘sin the back o’ my mind, see, wind through trees that’s so low ye don’t notice it most o’ the time. An’ those whispers…they’re evil. So if ye can remember anythin’, now’d be the time ta speak up. I don’t like surprises.” |
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Thu Jan 9, 2014 1:32 am Post #43 |
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Dawn listened and nodded. It still didn't feel completely right, but Mister Glug said it was okay so it must be even if she didn't fully understand yet. He was a lot smater than her after all. Plus borrowing sounded safe. Wasn't that where you handded something back latter...... well some how it would work out. "Okay Mis.... I mean Glug. I trust you.". It was starting to become clear she was having trouble calling him jus Glug. Why this was who knew, but then children had many oddities. When he asked his next question she just shook her head. "No I don't know anything. I know I was really scarred of those men with swords the other night, but no I don't remember anythingelse.. In fact she didn't want to remember the feeling from last night and was burring such things away. It had been scarry and it had felt like she wasn't in control. Something else just pulling her towards those things. No she couldn't voice that yet. When he mentioned more things comming she shivered looking frightened and looking around in a slightly paniced way. She tried to think of something usefull, but she really didn't know anything. Why was this happening and what was Mister Glug hearing that had him so worried. She stepped closer and then saw something. It was as a shadow of a cloud passed over, she pushed Glug away from where he was standing as sharp spikes came out a of his own shadow. Soon their was a renching feeling as if they had moved, but not moved. Darkness was surounding them and the voice had become audible. A pair of red eyes swirled in the shadow now surounding them on all sides. Maybe twenty foot radius. "Ah hear we are now a little step out of the normal relm. So much better. So what shall we play. Oh I know let us play survival. How long can you live while I torture you to death goblin. Such a worthless thing trying to hinder me. Now dance. Then when you are done I will feast and claim what is mine.. Shadows reached out to caress Dawn and she tried to move away from them. At the same time spikes of shadow lashed out at them aiming not to kill, but more to draw blood, wound, maim or torture Glug. It seemed they did not aim to strike at dawn, but they were also acurate enough that she couldn't be used as a shield much at all. She was looking panicked again and who knew what she might do next. If blood was drawn it would stain the shadows and where it stained more blood would start dripping out. Oddly the new blood would burn on touch. Not serious, but painful. Laughter from the thing came from all sides and trying to strike a shadowy wall only resulted in passing through the oposite side with probably a few new cuts. The smell of the demonic magic was the strogest yet and probably felt oppresive. Still there was also still a very faint almost imperceptible scent of the road they had been on. |
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