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Athen fixed up his collar and righted the rest of his clothing. Looking expectantly at one of the lightbearers, he held out a beckoning hand. The nearest one feinged innocence...or stupidity...one or the other...Athen sighed and beckoned again. The other two lightbearers prodded the nearest. Grudgingly the nearest thrust Athen's pistol and a couple of clips. Athen gave a mock bow of thanks and tottered off after Spyder and Harlequin. 'So,' he said, 'what've I missed?' 'Nothing other than what you saw and heard in there...' Harlequin answered. Athen sighed. 'Well I gues it's up to me to brighten the mood. How about I give a stirring tale of my exploits while you lot left me semiconscious in a forest?' There was a silence. Athen doubted if it was a guilty one. But he took the opportunity to bring them up to speed, and fill their heads with 'stirring' tales.

The Orc finished what he was eating. Everything seemed much better on a full stomach. He rubbed his face clean on a rag from his pocket, once again accidentally knocking his helmet. Annoyed, Orc removed it, muttering curses with a serpentine tongue, and dropped it next to him. Eyebrows were raised. 'Hey,' Siren started, 'You're not an Orc at all! But...what are you wearing Orc armour for?' Orc look affronted. 'I am Orc.' He exclaimed, but his tone was one of someone that was slightly confused. Jenica looked up from her work, taking a long sniff in the air. 'He is an Orc.' She stated. 'Must be a human form. Explains why he's not in a pack. Must've been chucked out as an outcast.' Orc rubbed his chin nervously. Siren's nose wrinkled, 'Sure could do with a bath though...' Orc didn't understand the word 'bath' but he understood the tone of voice. He recoiled slightly at the distaste that was lacing the sentance. He wrung his hands. This wasn't good. Soon one of them would be wanting to eat his skin while he was still in it. Just like in the mines. Not good...not good at all... Very carefully he picked up his helmet and placed it back on his head. At the same time that old feeling returned, and after ten seconds of pain, the Orcish side of him filled out the armour and sat before them. Nephente raised an eyebrow and Siren whistled. 'That looked painful.' She said. Jenica looked back from her work. 'I told you so.' She said. 'My nose is never wrong'

OOC: Yet again, I apologise. ~~~ Mike sat down on the bed opposite of Cho. An unhealthy hue seemed to be radiation off her face. So very slightly she was rocking back and forth. He sighed and asked 'Do you want to talk about it?' No reply came. 'Fine. If you do, I'll be in the common room or asleep,' he chuckled, 'I'm not one to sit up and worry. If you need me, you know where I am. In the meantime, get some rest.' Mike stood and started to walk out of the dorm room. Cho made a small choking sound and Mike turned around. 'Yes?' he said. Cho cleared her throat. 'Thanks...' He raised an eyebrow. 'For what? So far I haven't done anything...' He chuckled and left Cho to her thoughts.

Orc continued stumbling around in the odd forest. His orcish armour hung quite loose on him when he was in his man thing form. Already he had flung his helmet in anger from it's insistant ability to slide down and cover his eyes. It didn't matter really...he ran along and picked it up again...the air seemed so cold on his crown without it... He continued onward, pausing to investigate some tasty looking mushrooms on the wayside. He crouched down and plucked them from the earth, sniffing them to see if they were poisonous, before nibbling them hesitantly. He glanced around. No angry commander demanding the mushrooms as his bounty. Good so far. Orc finished the mushroom in his hand and stooped down for another when the smell of hot fat and meat wafted to his nose. More importantly, blood bubbling... He crept forward, climbing through the trees in a very orcis manner. He perched himself at one of the tallest tree's and peered down through the window just below. What he thought were manthings were cricled around a roasting creature. One got up and looked around suspiciously before walking away. Orc didn't heed it and continued his fixated stare on the roasting meat. It didn't occur to him in the least that he could be easily seen, even out of the corner of the eye and through a closed window. Orc changed his seating position and found something very sharp and painful pressing against his throat. 'Care to join us Orc?' A harsh voice whispered in his ear.

Liam checked the MS1. ?Huh.? He said, ?Only one cartridge?? He glanced at Jaudiar expectantly. Jaudiar rolled her eyes and removed the lid of one of the large soup tureen?s beside her. Liam grinned when he opened it. Inside were almost all of the clips that he hadn?t used and that had been confiscated. He clipped them all around his belt and into various pockets of clothing. He looked at Jaudiar and said, ?You know, I am going to be forced to hug you again. I mean, how many girls have I known that give me packets of bullets?? He paused to rethink his last statement. ??well, other than the ones that were keen on shooting them at me first?? Jaudiar resisted the urge to laugh and was hugged around the middle. Liam kissed her on the cheek and released her before looking rather sheepish and pretending to be preoccupied with reloading the MS1. Siren handed him a com set and hefted a flak jacket at him. While he was slipping it on she gave orders, ?Liam we?ve got to get Pizaro into the hummers. From there we?ll wait for Adam and the relief choppers. But first we?ve got to disable the automatic anti aircraft on the roof?? ?Ahuh?any type of nasty bomb or Pizaro created booby traps for dooming the world if he?s caught?? ?Not that we know of?but we?re keeping Pizaro under close scrutiny, he won?t touch a thing, that way he can?t activate anything??? ?Great. I really, really needed to know that. Now I can be certain that we?re going to be in a whole pot of trouble very shortly?? Liam wandered towards the roof staircase, grumbling to himself.

I really have to say that I have no New Year's resolutions. I find that these types of promises shallow and a form of self gratification...I mean, if you're going to put off these promises until the beginning of the next year, what's the point of making them? It's pretty obvious that you're just going to put them off till the next year... Ok, its a bit of fun I know, so I won't in any way spoil your fun. Nope, not in any way , shape or form. nosiree...not me.. uh.. damn.

*sidles in to post* not again. *slaps self in face* [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Harlequin [/i] [B][font=gothic][color=crimson]Some one want to PM me when this shifts away from being something that looks as if we could sell it online for large amounts of money to an actual storyline? Until then....[/font][/color] [/B][/QUOTE] I agree

Orc ambled along in the forest, towards no particular destination. His ancient armour clanked in the gloom with every step he took. His body seemed to be on autopilot while his brain thought over his predicament. [i]No orders...nothing trying to eat me for failing orders...where am I? What is this place? Smells of man thing...Why did I have to leave the caves?[/i] Orc bumped into a large tree and fell on his backside. Feeling dazed, he righted his ornate helmet and glanced around in the dark, night eyes glowing crimson. An owl hooted. Orc took another big sniff. The air here was pure...apart from the odd stench hanging on it. It was slightly overpowering, a heady smell...must be all the pollen. An odd feeling rippled over his body...as though being torn apart but being sewed together at the same time. An orcish screech escaped his throat, it cracked and fell into man-thing heavy breathing. He groaned. It had happened again. Although...it wasn't so bad up here...he could think much more clearly now...must be because of the adapted nasal passages. He blinked stupidly. What a novel thought...that had never happened in the mines... Orc grinned to himself and rose to his feet, stumbling around in the dark, eyes not yet adjusted to the gloom.

Isthanae shook his head and continued ambling along in the general direction of the two conversing. It looked as though they were both in a very personal conversation. Every now and then Ananda?s wings would flap and lift her back up to the warm currents, creating a short breeze that ruffled Alastuin?s hair. He shook his head. If he were to decide who was to be part of the group, he severely doubted that any around him would be in it. His ideal team would be the crack squad members of the watch. He looked around at the carnage for the millionth time. He had a hundred times the amount around him in garrison, yet none survived. He looked back again at the motley crew. ?Process of elimination?? he muttered to himself Isthanae loosened the collar of his tunic. The armour he was wearing seemed to be heating up. Odd?it never did that before? He rolled his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to shrug off the feeling of warmth. As a result he pulled Katlina and Kenneth slightly off balance. Both he and Kenneth were supporting Katlina because of her bad leg. Isthanae apologised and attempted to loosen his breastplate, which was sticking to him in a layer of sweat. As soon as his fingers came in contact with the metal, burns sprouted on the tips of his fingers. He cussed and glanced down at the burns, they slowly healed over in a small concentration of gold light. Kenneth looked over in interest. ?What?s the matter? You?re sweating like a pig?? Kenneth shifted Katlina?s weight and in doing so, removed his hand from touching Isthanae?s shoulder. The extreme heat seemed to melt away from Isthanae. He looked at Kenneth suspiciously. ?How much control do you have over your magic?? he questioned. Kenneth looked thrown by the question. ?As much as I know. Why do you ask?? Isthanae sighed, ?Just don?t touch me, your inner fire spirit must find it amusing to smother me in unbearable heat?? Again, Kenneth looked thrown for the second time in so many minutes. ?Whatever? he muttered. Isthanae returned to his thoughts, stepping over the last hurdle of rubble and into the clear area. Ananda and Alastuin continued their conversation ahead. [I]At least I know my own troops wouldn?t attempt to set me on fire?not even if was subconsciously?[/I]

No...no...elveseses? *suspicous look* You did that to prevent me dusting off my Athen char didn't you?:p Hmm, might be fun to be an orc....ehehehhe....:devil: Name: 'Orc' (Orcs are not known for their names, its usually their enemies that give them names, then the orcs themselves adopt them) Age: 31 (very old when you consider the life span of most orcs) Species: Orc Host: erm...a more 'man thing' shape? Weapon: Long sword with hooked end, plus the fork ended shield Bio: cast out from his orcish clan due to his disturbing ability to change form to the dreaded and hated 'man things.' Not much is remembered before that, other than the ability to take orders and be bossed around by bigger orcs that is... Appearance: 5'11, ancient dirty plate armour (doesn't mean it doesn't work) Matted black hair that is long enough to reach his lower back, very dark skinned, typical orc really...

Yes, everything links back to me... Why? Because I am the Lord of String and Sausages!' (but never stringed sausages) Hmm, I forgot to mention that anime (well 'anime' games really. When I first joined I was a fan of the 'Pokemon' Series. *gives a look that means eternal doom for all who mention that fact*) was one of the reasons that caused me to find obwaku...

Isthanae sighed and slipped his arm around Alastuin?s waist. A compromise was needed to be found, and it seemed it was only to be compliance. Alastuin?s grasp tightened, Isthanae inwardly rolled his eyes and sighed simultaneously, this was going to be hard to get used to again. Isthanae?s train of thought was broken when a pile of rubble shifted and a groan sounded from within. The group wandered over and weapons were drawn. Just a precaution?whatever that was underneath could just as well be foe as well as it could be friend. Especially this close to the broken wall? A hand flopped out from underneath. A [I] human[/I] hand. Isthanae sheathed his sword and both he and Kenneth shifted the lumber. After minutes of careful shifting, Kenneth and Isthanae were able to drag a bedraggled, bleeding, but alive Katlina. She blinked up at the group, eyes adjusting to the light. After a moments pause Isthanae questioned, ?You ok Katlina? How long have you been under there?? Raven raised an eyebrow, ?How do you know her name?? Isthanae didn?t look back at her, ?just do, it is my job after all?? he and Kenneth helped her to her feet. Katlina shook her head and got her bearings. Seeing the carnage, she swore vehemently and exclaimed in a parched voice, ?what the hell happened here? Why isn?t there a clean up on duty? Where is everyone?? ?Everyone?s dead. We?re the only survivors.? Ananda answered bluntly. ?Welll?there is some crazy oracle somewhere too, but that?s besides the point.? Katlina cocked her head to the side. ?Oracle? I was supposed to go there?but then the whole mess with Orcs started?? Raven groaned. ?Great, don?t tell me. This is the final spirit that the Oracle told us about?honestly, I can imagine her gloating now?crazy old cow??

Liam grinned and watched her walk away. Siren cleared her throat and Liam fazed back into focus. The boyfriend looked up at Liam and noticed that Siren was now there, and that Siren had a gun. Before he could do anything about it, Liam smacked him on the crown with the butt of the pistol he unholstered. The boyfriend slumped to the ground and Liam hefted him over the balcony, where he landed in the thick foliage below. Liam grinned and dusted his hands. ?There.? He said. ?A compromise then.? Siren shook her head. ?Right, whatever. C-mon then, we?ve got to regroup and blackmail Pizaro- hey!? Siren called out to Liam, who had started walking in the opposite direction. ?Where?re you going?? called Siren. ?The group is this way!? ?Got ?ta find my MS1. Before Pizaro?s team decides to disassemble it?? he called back over his shoulder. ?Fine then, whatever. S?not like we need you anyway??

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B] Liam you really need to get out of there? [/B][/QUOTE] I'm out of there. Finally. *resists urge to hug the computer* *fails* 'I'll never leave you again!' :bawl: *cough* moving right along [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B] ....and arguing with people. (Which I've toned down out of the risk of Liam(C2) chopping me up and feeding me to people he doesn't know...)[/B][/QUOTE] Thas' right. And don't forget it.

?One moment please?? muttered Liam. ?I believe we have a loose end?we can?t disturb the other guests can we?? Liam left the group and returned to the ballroom, picking up a fresh tray and continued serving drinks in the ballroom. The boyfriend was standing by himself on the far side of the room?near an open exit. Perfect. A nice easy way to get rid of a liability? Liam strutted over and placed the tray under the gentleman?s nose. ?Drinks sir?? he said dryly. The boyfriend noticed the red stain on Liam?s tunic. ?What on earth is that?? he asked. Liam made a great show of an aristocratic sigh. ?Mistress Jenna sir?found it?[I]highly[/I] amusing to splash my best dress tunic with red wine. I?ll never get it out sir?also highly unusual behaviour for her?? The man chuckled. ?Yes?[I]Jenna[/I] is behaving very oddly?? he glanced around before leaning towards Liam and whispering, ?have you noticed anything else?? Liam could have done this in his sleep. It was almost painful not to grin as he set his tray down and left the room, easing the garrotte wire from his belt loop as the poor soul emptied his heart out. Liam nodded and patted him on the back, waiting until he was facing the other way and leaning on the balcony. Liam leant forward and was about to leave him headless when Siren tapped him on the shoulder. The garrotte wire was hastily concealed. ?Dammitt!? Liam muttered to himself, ?I never, ever, have any fun?? The slightly lovesick boyfriend continued rambling, totally unawares. ?What?? Liam barked, though in a whisper. Siren grinned. ?I doubt that?s [I]wholly[/I] necessary.? Liam shrugged. ?Bah.?

OOC: That's a surprise, I can't believe I'm not 3 pages behind o.O; ~~~~ Isthanae dropped the piece of broken timber he had lifted. It was pointless, there was no way they could find anyone in this mess. He sighed and sat down on a severed statue head. He looked round the remains of the once bustling town. Just like last time, except that now, there were no survivors. He pitched a rock as far as he could throw it before he stood up and made his way back to the unscathed sanctum. The Oracle looked up from a large map rolled out in front of her. It seemed she was plotting the course to be taken on the trip. Isthanae couldn't help but notice that a leg of the trip was to be taken over an inland sea. 'So where do we buy the boat?' He asked. The Oracle pointed to a large merchant city, closest to their current location. 'This town offers the quickest route.' she replied. 'Uh...right. So we just magic the several thousand gold grams its going to take to make this journey, or do we have a plan?' The Oracle smiled. Something about it made Isthanae shiver. 'Can't you see,' she said, 'This town has all the money you need. The past owners have no use for it now...and the Orcs have no interest for gold or precious metals.' Isthanae wrinkled his nose, 'You mean this was part of the plan? Destroying innocent lives for their gold?' 'That was the eventual idea yes. When the others arrive, we will extract the moeny needed.' 'You mean plunder it. Disgusting. For a holy woman, you certainly have a foul mind...'

I'm here because I'm paying 3 bucks an hour while strange groups of girls walk past waving and saying 'Hi Lium' o.O;;;;; *shudders and resists the urge to run away* [i]5 dollar deposit...5 dollar deposit....nngh...[/i] ~~~~ Basically I found it ages ago and its grown on me...

OOC: Short sorry, filler, whatever, take it away somone and introduce Pizaro. Nothing much can be done when you're sitting in several layers of your own sweat. Damn Maryborough. Liam raised an eyebrow and scratched the now surprisingly itchy bullet wound. Red blood started to blossom on the white uniform he was wearing. Liam looked down and said, 'that cannot be good.' He looked at Jaudiar and asked, 'so you suppose I spill some wine and show a bit of leg when I'm being shot at, I won't get shot at?' Jaudiar gazed blankly back. Liam shrugged. 'Ignore me, I'm slightly bored and bleeding, inane comments are common on these occaisions...'

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=#507AAC][size=1]I usually find myself starting fantasy RPGs. I think most of mine have been fantasy/tech combined. *sighs* This is one occasion where I miss the old days though. I haven't been in a really compelling, well-though-out RPG for quite some time. [/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] That's because you haven't been paying attention to my marvellous RPG's ;)

OOC: Yeesh, sorry about the long gap... ~~~~ Mihkael, blissfully unaware of the goings on around him, opened the envelope that had recently been passed to him by a large eagle owl. [i]The Ministry of Magic are proud to inform you of your Animagus registration acceptance. Name: Mihkael Robinson Transformation: Large black Newfoundland (Dog) Markings: A small arrow shaped white line on the right cheekbone Yet again, congradulations, and keep in mind the rules that apply to this privledge.[/i] Mihkael grinned and wandered to the Ravenclaw table in the Great hall, whistling an unknown tune. Seeing Cho and the others at the table, he waltzed over and slapped the letter on the table, still grinning like a loon. 'Read it.' He said Unhappy faces ignored his request. Unperturbed, Mihkael picked it up and read the letter out loud. Still no response. Mihkael folded up the letter and raised and eyebrow 'O...k...something is seriously amiss here...how about an adorable newfie?' Mihkael transformed into his animal self and sat on his hind legs, tail wagging andpaws in the begging position. The depressed faces changed slightly. Mihkael transformed back to his normal self and sat down at the table. 'Seeing as I didn't get a round of applause for that marvelous feat, I'm guessing something is seriously wrong...either that or I should have focused on my animagi transformation to be a Hippogriff....always wanted to be something huge with wings...'

OOC: Short yes, belated yes, falling apart I be... ~~~~ Isthanae walked among the soft rain and rubble. Just like last time, the town had been overrun...and still no help had been received from the heavy cavalry barracks to the south. A lone falcon above cried and flew down to the ground in front of him. It's feathers were badly singed and it looked as though it had fallen into a furnace. It gave a pitiful squawk and dropped a piece of ragged parchment at his feet. It bore an untidy scrawl [i]Orcish assualt Formorians Help[/i] Isthanae screwed up the piece of paper. 'Three hundred armoured men on three hundred heavily armoured horses...overrun by orcs and fallen men...the north is lost for all now...' The falcon put it's head under wind and dozed, swaying in the faint wind. Isthanae continued the search for survivors, letting the parchment loose to the quickly gathering breeze.

OOC: AAAAAAARGH! I AM GOING NUTS! It's worse than otaku being offline.....-.- cloricus..you better get up here for holidays soon...I need someone with actual intelliegence to converse with.... I'm trapped in the land of the dullwitted... ------ Liam took a sip from another glass on the tray. Before he had the chance to spit it out, he felt a sharp prop on his shoulder. He turned to face a very plump and irate lady, who seemed to be in charge of the catering. 'Excuse me young man but you were not paid to drink those, you were paid to serve those.' Something clicked in Liam's mind...he could have fun with this... Letting a huge, drunk, smile peel onto his face, Liam hiccoughed and placed a hand on her shoulder, 'You knowsh...you're a very pwetty ladysh...' The plump woman blushed. 'No time for flattery, it'll get you no where, smarten up or ship out.' Liam feined hurt and kept the tipsy attitude. 'Forgives me mishus...I'm sho showwy...' Liam dropped his tray and fell onto her neck, heaving great fake sobs, 'I..promish I never drinksh again..mish...' The plump woman pushed Liam off and straightened him up, he was starting to gather attention. 'Back to your duties then...make sure I never catch you again or you might find yourself on the streets...' With that she turned and left, leaving Liam to chortle and place the tray down on the table. 'When's Pizaro getting here?' He asked Rae. Rae seemed more intersted in the now alcohol soaked Jaudiar, 'Dunno, five minutes...ten...anyhoo, you might want to help your girlfriend out over there, she's having some trouble.'

OOC: As many of you know, I'm up at Maryborough. Therefore, my posts will be few and far between, due to the price of an hour of net access..yeesh..$3 bucks an hour.. ~~~~ [b]Pizaro's gala Ball[/b] A servingboy walked into the hall, carrying a large tray burdoned by several alcoholic drinks. The serving boy continued making his way through the chattering crowd until he reached a certain bored looking Jenna sitting by herself on the other side of the room. He lowered the tray to her and grinned. 'Hello Rae. How nice to see you again..' Rae looked up, rather puzzled, and then returned the smile when she recognise Liam. 'Where's Jaudiar?' she asked. 'Around here somewhere, basically no-one here knows our faces except for you and the absent Pizaro. We're serving drinks until he gets here, then the fun begins.' Rae followed Liam's gaze to Jaudiar in the corner. She put two and two together. 'You've fallen for her haven't you?' Liam looked down at her and raised an eyebrow before laughing uproariously. He stopped, wiped a tear from his eye and said very seriously, 'Yes as a matter of fact I have Rae.' Liam picked up one of the drinks off his tray and sipped it before spitting it out. 'eugh...' he said 'forgot what alcohol tasted like..how can they drink this stuff?' Rae looked around, 'So what's the plan?' Liam sniffed the other drinks, 'Oh the usual, protect the innocent, bag the badguy, fly off home and everyone is happy...'

OOC: Whoa. Helluva lot of reading there. Well as you can see, I'm now up in Maryborough and without a steady form of net acess. As a matter of fact my form of net acess is a tiny 'cafe' and an hour of ADSL on a crappy computer for $3, please excuse my typing. ----- Isthanae pondered for a while. A small flow of amber remained on his body, travelling gently up from his feet to his crown before vanishing entirely. 'We should hit the Orcs first...it is after all their contraption that's preventing the land spirits from confining them to the underground.' Isthanae seemed to snap out of a trance, he looked around slightly stunned before setting his gaze on the oracle. 'What and where did that come from?' he asked. A faint wind swirled around the stone room, voices seemed to travel on it. The Oracle bowed her head and spoke, voice very different from before. 'It is happening then...the spirit is wakening into the consciousness...it won't be long until you have recieved all your memories...' The group now all had their attention on the Oracle. Her voice changed yet again and she faced Kenneth 'How amusing Kenneth..one could say ironic...here you are the slayer of thousands...while before your rebirth...in the time of the old world...you were the strongest voice against the destruction...all those innocents you said...' the voice laughed and faded away, the oracle shook her head and awoke, facing the group with no small smile on her face. 'Do you see now?' she said with glee, 'you four are the reincarnation of the high council of the land spirits...Isthanae, Lord of Creation,' Isthanae raised an eyebrow but the Oracle continued,' Kenneth Guardian of Fire and the innocents...Ananda...keeper of the forests and the hunt...Alastuin spirit of the storms...but where are the others?' 'Yeah,' Kenneth said, 'Where're the others?' Raven was unimpressed, 'Hey,' she said, 'you're the high and mighty oracle, why don't you tell us where these 'others' are?'

I like to think that I can adapt, but my favourite type of RPG would always have to be the Surreal Medieval. (ie RoH) I don't mind the odd Futuristic either, but I tednto stick to the past and present... While you're at it Rae...see how many RPG's I've been in o.O *puppy dog eyes*