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| Niel | Sat Jan 1, 2005 9:08 pm Post #1 |
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( Yea sry this one isnt going to be long... Reason it took me so long is I left my other sites and signed up on this one. I completely forgot about the others and ppl gots pissed while I was gone... So sry sry. ) A cloaked elven figure slowly and blindly wandered the dark and dreary forest infested with spiders. He wore leather gloves were upon his hands, leather pants upon his legs, and a green traveler’s shirt upon his upper torso, yet upon his eyes was a piece of soft dark green cloth that blinded him. Covering all of this was a billowing dark green cloak that seemed to mend with shadow and darkness, for even in the brightest of day it still cast an ominous shadow upon the wearer. The shadowy elven figure could feel and hear large eight legged creatures walking in circles around him from what seemed to be a great distance, for whenever one would get close it would immediatly run off as if having forgotten to remain outside an immaginary line. Various ancient pillars stuck out of the flesh like terra below the cloaked elven figure's feet, yet it seemed that he floated over all of it. Although he did walk at a normal and calm pace it seemed his hidden elven stature and build stuck out ever so slightly. These pillars seemed to have been decaying for many a year as moss and algy seemed to live in peace and tranquility upon the various knooks and crannys made upon the pillars from the time when they were first carved. Although the shadowy elven figure could not see the pillars he could hear thriving life upon them. The cloaked elven figure stopped as he reached what seemed to be a large opening in the forest. He then continued to walk until he stopped once more infront of a large column that seemed to give a presence that was astounding even to a blind man. The shadowy figure slowly reached out a gloved hand unto the large marble confindes of the column and began to trace his fingers through the chisel marks made upon it. |
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| Vernon | Sat Jan 1, 2005 9:54 pm Post #2 |
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(It's all okay. 300 words is good enough for me.) Vernon loved the marsh. The muck. The bugs. The diseases. It was simply as glorious as life could be when he wanted peace and solitude, which he had wanted and gotten for several years. But Vernon now needed to change his lazy ways, he had work to do and he intedned to get it done, even if it was for a man of who's name he didn't even know. Vernon had opted for a nice break in the spiderhaunt woods. He had not often went into the woods. While the spiders never bothered him he was didn't like it as much as the marsh. There were no leeches. There were no rats. there were few mosquitoes. Nothing of intrest lived within the woods, only thousands and thousands of spiders. Vernon took slight intrest in posionous spiders, but knew that most spiders in the woods depended more or their size rather than poison. Spiders were not spreaders of disease as rats and bats. they could not be used to plague nations as would soon be Vernon's job to ensure. Vernon's hand reached back to his back pack of foul goods as he walked. He pulled out a soft and mushy peach. Maggots would tear it apart if he left fruit alone for as long as he left his other foods alone. On the bright side he didn't have to wait long for them to be rotted and decayed. Decayed food was always better than undecayed food normally eaten by other races, at least to Vernon. Vernon's stench did well to keep spiders a good distance away. He bit into the fruit and it's foul juices rolled down his green fur and dull brown shirt. After a few minutes of aimless wandering and snacking on rotten goods, Vernon saw strange pillars. It seemed as though they had been here for ages, but Vernon did not recall ever seeing them before. Vernon of course had not venutured often into the woods, but stil found it odd that he only found the ruins now. Vernon did not yet see or know of the cloaked man, but with Vernon's foul smell it would be unlikely that Neil did not know of Vernon prescence. |
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| Niel | Sat Jan 1, 2005 11:13 pm Post #3 |
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(( OOC: Ack short sry… )) The shadowy elven figure slowly dropped his gloved hand from the large column unto his side, yet immediately the cloaked elven man tensed as a foul smell plagued his nostrils as they flared in distaste. Ever so slowly he attuned himself to the smell so that it was not as vile as the first essence he had received of it. The shadowy figure's head faced the ground as he turned towards the direction in which the smell seemed to form greater and greater with every waking moment. The shadowy elven figure then took a small step forward as to make a good amount of distance between him and the large column. The cloaked elven figure then pushed his hands out of his cloak so that they were about a foot or so out from his sides. His palms facing the earth below he came to a sense of calm that seemed impossible. The shadowy elven figure stopped breathing as he focused on his hearing entirely. He could feel creatures moving about the forest as if they were moving about him. It was as if he was the forest and he was searching out the invalid stench.... Inhuman.... Male.... Close By... These simple thoughts slowly came into his current train of thought as the cloaked elven figure's hands slowly dropped to his sides, yet his head continued to face the ground. The shadowy elven figure slowly began to walk towards the stench that lie directly before him for some number of feet. |
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| Vernon | Mon Jan 3, 2005 4:27 am Post #4 |
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(Above 200 so its good enough )Vernon's vile green eyes rolled across the ruins. He didn't have enough intrest for them to give more than a moving glance. He hated such things. There was not rotting flesh. No death or decay to be smelt in the air save perhaps a spider's meal off in the distance. It was dull and lifeless. Vernon's eyes soon came upon the cloaked elven figure. Vernon did not care enough of other races to tell that he was an elf. Vernon's guess was that the man was human as most of the people he had met. He had not the smell of an orc or other races Vernon knew by scent. Vernon could not tell much of a difference between them by scent, though he knew them to differ by taste. He knew that the meat of the elves took longer to rot than that of the humans, even if the differance was a minute one. Vernon was not in the mood to play nice. The figure seemed thin. He could likely be little of a threat, but only a fool would wander about spiderhaunt woods without at least being a threat to the spiders. This man could prehaps be a mage or one to conceal his weapons. One could easily hide an arsenal of weapons with the man's clothing. Vernon's hand lept into his backpack and pulled out a loaded crossbow. It was light but powerful, useful for the work of an assassin as Vernon hoped to call himself some day. "What the hell are you doing out here?," Vernon yeeled as his crossbow quickly aimed for Neil. |
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| Niel | Sat Jan 8, 2005 7:10 pm Post #5 |
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(( OOC: Sorry for taking so long. )) The cloaked elven figure quickly spun around to face his target as he reached into his cloak and withdrew a dark icy blue bow and a single arrow. As the shadowy elven figure mounted the arrow upon the strange blue bow a small layer of ice began to form at the front end of the shaft and upon the arrowhead. The small layer of ice slowly grew larger as it was pointed towards the one who had first issued the threat. Gloved hands seemed to hold the bow with slight elven mastery yet it was not the best. The shadowy elven figure held his face pointed towards the ground as he aimed. His dark green hood completely covered his face as he aimed and seemed to try and hear every single sound that echoed through the forest at the time. The cloaked elven figure then released the icy arrow as the bow was slightly moved to the right. The arrow hit a small tree to the figure's left as the bark seemed to slowly turn into a solid block of ice. Its branches like reaching arms towards any heat and any hope of ever coming back to life. Its leaves were nothing more then large and jagged icicles, yet before the arrow even hit the tree the shadowy elven figure had reached into his cloak and withdrawn another arrow as it was then mounted upon the bow; a small layer of ice beginning to form at its point. Words slowly echoed forth from under the cloaked elven figure's dark green and billowing hood. They seemed to hide themselves in the small breeze that passed over the hauntwood forest. The phrase was chilling and cold like death that carried a scyth of ice constantly taunting the listener as the icy blade was slid up and down the spine. |
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| Vernon | Sat Jan 8, 2005 8:37 pm Post #6 |
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(It's okay) Vernon Watched as the elf quickly pulled out his bow. He had half a nerve to shot the elf while he had the chance, but he decided against the elf seemed to to be aiming for him either way. The elf was either poor at aiming or merely meant to show off. Vernon had the eerie feeling it was the later and not the former. He had heard of Ice arrows before and it seemed that that was what this man possessed. The tree beside him was forzen solid. The bitter cold could be felt even though the tree was a foot or two away. Before Vernon could threaten the man not to draw another arrow, he noticed that an arrow was already notched upon the bow. This man was fairly quick with his hands, but Vernon would not allow the man's speed to go unmatched. If Neil were to released his arrow, Vernon would do the same. His aim was not perfect, but it was pretty darn good. Vernon was not pleased at all with what seemed to be the man's reply. Eerie sounds seeming a horrid language of their own. "Look Kid. I ain' got no death wish and I am sure it is like wise with you. Let's put away the weapons and handle this in a more sensible manner," Vernnon yelled hoping to find away out of th sticky situation he had gotten himself into. Vernon should have been more careful than to harass strangers like he usually did. It was only a matter of time before he harassed the wrong person. |
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| Niel | Sun Jan 9, 2005 11:21 pm Post #7 |
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The shadowy elven figure then slowly removed the arrow from the dark icy blue bow and placed both upon his back where they remained strapped. The cloaked elven figure then reached up unto his back once more and this time unsheathed a sword that was light and swift. The shadowy elven figure could feel other beings start to leave the area. Even the feared giant spiders seemed to flee from what they thought was an upcomming battle. It was as if they had seen such things erupt into bloodshed before when this shadowy elven figure had entered their domain. It was true... The blood of the first stained the earth underfoot unto this day. For if one would just take the time to search the ruins and the ground below them. He or she would stumble upon a mossy waterfall which towered hundreds of feet above the ground. Water spilled over this massive cliff unto an equally massive pointed collumn with many glowing runes upon it. There was a time when they glowed a beautiful shade of blue, but now a dark hue of red shatters its entity. Blood stains a large portion of the lower part of the column. Yet it was not just the blood of another; it was the blood of the cloaked elven man as well. A fight that seemed to never stop finally ended after seven days of bloodshed. The shadowy elven figure continued to hold his sword as he faced his ehad towards the ground below. "When you call upon the doors to eternal damnation it is wise to have prepared yourself for the sacrifice ahead... " The cloaked elven figure said in the same eerie tone as before. " But I am not the door.... I am the holder of the key.... " |
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| Vernon | Tue Jan 11, 2005 3:02 am Post #8 |
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Vernon was glad the elf had some wit about him and want to die in such a way though Vernon was not happy to see the elf draw out his blade. Looking on the bright side, Vernon would be able to use his wonderful weapon which had not been used in a long time. Vernon Reached back and put his crossbow back into his bag. He then slung the bag off of his shoulders and tossed it to the side. He reached back again and gripped his blade. It made an annoy grating noise as the jagged blade scraped aganst the sheath and announced that it was being released. the winds shifted in directions. No foresight of large unwanted events could be assgined with the departure of the critters of the woods. They wanted an esacpe from the foul odor which not chanced their way upon the winds. Vernon pulled his light blade before him and held it with both hands. He did not walk towards Neil as Neil walked towards him. He would let Neil come to him. Vernon was pleased to hear the man speak and smiled at the use of metaphores though he did not like the arrogant elf's words at all. Why were all so arogant or was this merely an act as Vernon often did, making others think he was one to be in charge. It was fun to play with the ignorant, but the man before him was no ignorant fool as Vernon was used to dealing with. He would still do his best to teach this man a lesson in life as he taught the ignorant fools. "A uesless title for the door has no lock unless you wish to come from the otherside and I doubt it is that key you hold," Vernon smiled as he watched Neil closey. He knew this would be no game as everything else had been. |
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| Niel | Mon Mar 7, 2005 4:30 am Post #9 |
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The cloaked elven figure then grinned at the other figure's words as he held his head slightly dropped facing the ground. A mellow laugh began to echoe through the forest as a distant cloud uncovered the glowing full moon overhead. Its light was warm and soothing at first, but eventually it gave an eerie feel that seemed to creep up the spine like a furry ant with fangs dripping poison blood. Slowly the cloaked elven figure rose his head to face his opponent, yet there was still a large shadow covering his blindfolded face. A slight breeze began as the shadowy elven figure's cloak began to waver. As the wind increased it seemed that the mans cloak increased as well. It seemed to grow like maggits upon the wound or blood upon the pure white sheet. The cloaked elven man then kneeled and pushed off of the ground as he seemed to soar some fifty feet into the air. The shadowy elven figure then slowly began to spin and flip so that his altitude began to drop. The cloaked elven figure was now like an arrow, his sword in hand. The shadowy elven figure then began to speak though only a small phrase passed over his lips. " Chuthen ulu chuthen... Vlos ulu vlos... " His words were cold and yet honorable as if his words were of respect unto his enemy... not a curse. |
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| Vernon | Fri Mar 11, 2005 3:34 am Post #10 |
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Vernon began to slowly step back as he saw the man was no longer advancing and merely stood there perhaps casting a spell of some sort. Vernon's eyes quickly darted upward as Neil rocketed into the air. Vernon was unsure of how that tactic would help the elf at all. From that height the elf would surely die if he did not grab hold of a branch, or at least break a few bones in his body. Vernon was tempted to try to get out his slingshot and shot at the falling elf, but Vernon was too surprised to even move. He was still under the cover of the frozen tree. The highest of its braches were just now begining to freeze. Vernon found himself wishing he knew what the crazy elf was saying perhaps then he would understand better what was going on. Vernon wondered if the elf entended to catch a hold of a tree branch on his decent. If it were a branch on the tree above Vernon it would be unlikrly for him to gain much of a grip due to the thin layer of ice covering the branches. |
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