Farto the Magic

Nicolai woke up at the sound of voices. Voices that weren't talking about the Sumerians and who the hell cares what. He found that he sat directly behind a girl who was talking to some guy. He sat there and "accidently" overheard their conversation. He heard the guy stumble to find words that wouldn't get him disemboweled. Nicolai knew the feeling, and he had the perfect excuse. His mouth opened and the excuse poured out without permission. "He means that you look like a prep, not the kind of person one is expected to find reading comic books." Hearing himself speak, he ducked down in his seat and his face flushed. "Sorry..." "Uh, yeah! Thats it," Ralph piped in. "Thats it, exactly." (Sorry its so short, at this point, I don't know what your charecters would do.)

The bell rang for second period and Nicolai was out the door. He barely remembered where World History was. Running through the hallways, he tripped over some girl, caught himself and kept running. He was in the door in flash, only second in the room. The other guy made no attempts to engage in a conversation with him and the teacher walked in, followed by the rest of the class. He was a short, bald man, probably about fifty to sixty. What little hair he had was grey and on the sides and back of his head. He walked into the class with a malicious smile, "Hello, class. I'm Mr. Winkler." A few people suppressed giggles. "I hope we'll have a nice year and we'll all be friends. Open your books to chapter 1. We'll skip that chapter and move on to chapter 2. The ancient Sumerians. Blah, blah, blah, boring stuff, blah, blah, blah..." Then Nicolai fell asleep...

Danuke watched the elf from the safety of the forest. He was impossibly well hidden. *Poor elf. I wish he was smart like me. He could not even hope to defeat that army. Poor, stupid elf.* He watched as some of the orcs carried his unconcious body away with them and the others ravaged the near-defenseless village. Smoke curled in the air as buildings burned. Screams echoed out as orcs and men met their deaths. Vultures circled overhead. Then a dove came and sat on a fencepost in the middle of the frey. It was odd, seeing a purely benevolent creature in the midst of chaos. Then a shadow fell on the town. A hell-hawk circled the village and shrieked a horrible noise. The dove flew up to escape and was captured in the jaws of the hell-hawk. The dove represented middle-earth and the hell-hawk represented evil. The hawk could do nothing to prevent the groth of evil, or even fight it. The wails of the dove continued as Danuke's courage was roused. He looked up at the dying dove and sprung from his cover. "Hey, foul beasts! You missed one!" A few of the orcs bolted after him, but Danuke ran deeper into the forest. He looked back and spotted no orcs, though he knew they were following him. Danuke climbed a short tree and drew his weapons. Completely concealed by the leafy branches, the orcs walked right past him. There were seven orcs. He knew he could take seven orcs. He silently fell from the tree, drew his warhammer and sword, and crept up on the small band of orcs. One of them sniffed the air. Another one looked at him and asked, "What is it, Gorfang?" The other one looked at him and replied, "We are being stalked." Gorfang gave a chortle and found a steel shaft going through his neck. The other six orcs turned to meet the new enemy. All of them grabbed their weapons and charged. Danuke hit one in the helmet with his warhammer, causing it to dent it, as black blood poured out the eye holes. He parried another orc's blow and hacked it in the side with the spike on the back of his hammer. It stumbled back a few feet and crept forward, this time more cautiously. A fat orc tried it's luck with an ax only to find it's head gone five seconds later. The wounded orc came back and tried to thrust its sword at Danuke. The man side-stepped and struck the orc in the temple with the sword, causing black blood to fly at the other orcs. The orc came to it's feet and swung a wide blow, which was parried. Then Danuke swung around the back of the orc and connected the hammer with the orc's spine in a sickening crunch. One of the orcs drew a bow and fired an arrow at the ranger. It was a narrow miss. Too narrow. Danuke put another orc between himself and the archer. This orc was very short and armed with a flail. Not a good combo. Seriously. The miget orc swung his flail at Danuke, who attempted to parry, but got his sword stuck in the chain. The archer tried to take advantage of the momentary lapse of concentration, but Danuke thrust the short orc in the path of the arrow, killing it instantly. Danuke charged another orc, this one armed with a sword. He attempted to stab, but had his sword blow parried. In frustration, he swung his sword, which was parried, and his hammer, with connected with the orc's neck. It fell to the ground dead. The archer fired another arrow, this one hitting Danuke in the shoulder and going all the way through, sticking in and out both sides. He charged the orc and decapitated it. Grasping his arm, he moved to the wounded orc. He picked it up and found that it was dead. Lucky for it. Next.

Nicolai walked into the new school. *Another new school. More bullies, no friends, no one with similar interests, another outcast.* As he walked into the office, a few guys looked at him and one girl pathetically tried to supress a giggle. Walking into the office, he noticed the secretary; a young woman, with her head held high. She wore broad-rimmed glasses over her magnified eyes and had shocking red hair. He set down his copy of Human History: Prehistoric to Recent and asked, "Can I have my schedule, please?" The woman looked at him with disgust. "Name." She had obviously done this plenty of times. "Nicolai Methusel." A few of the people behind him covered their mouths and smirked and one guy burst out a short laugh. The secretary opened a folder and thumbed through it a bit. "Here," she said. Nicolai looked at it briefly: Period 1: Public Speaking Period 2: World History Period 3: Anatomy Period 4: P.E. Period 5: English Period 6: Study Hall Period 7: Art He gave a quick snort at the thought of him being in an art class and walked out of the office, accidently leaving behind his book. He took a brief tour of the school and entered Public Speaking. When it was his turn, he got on stage and started reading a stupid paper that made no earthly sense as a few of the guys in the back tried to make him laugh. He started to laugh and the teacher told him to sit down. The only thought running through his mind was how much he hated this school already.

Good, thats three. I only need two more. As soon as I get five, i'll start the adventure. I've pretty-much got the intro written.

name: Nikolai Methusel age: 16 descripation: He stands about 6' 5" and weighs about 230 lbs. He has brown hair, which is always greased, and blue eyes. He always dons a black tank-top and black jeans. He wears black shoes. skills: He has the ability to manipulate and create ice at a whim and can cool down a room in a few minutes. He also speak fluent russian. weapon: Rapier with dueling hilt grade: 11 element: ice Bio: Growing up in northern Russia with his mother, a pleistocene paleontologist, Nikolai had always enjoyed looking for fossils and junk in the siberian weather. It was always cold and he hated it, but it was worth the fact that he made money off his finds. One day, while looking for fossils, he found a hand-axe used by early humans. He assumed that this used to be a camp and looked for more artifacts, only to find a cave uncovered by a glacier. He squeezed through and saw a light. He heard drums and chanting and became more curious. As he walked closer, he saw a single man standing by a fire clad in furs. The man turned and looked Nikolai in the eye. Nikolai felt a cold chill flow through his body. The man explained that he had given the boy the gift of the ancients. The ability to withstand cold and manipulate his immediate environment. When Nikolai freaked, as any one of us would have done, he woke up in the very field by the cave. He went in the cave and found only ancient wood and a human skeleton. He sold the bones and moved to america, where he first learned he had this power. (Who would believe a dream?) After getting kicked out of a few schools, he came to Razzaria High, where he is a complete outcast. His only friends are books.

Alright, thats two. Good, almost half-way there. This will be interesting. All jedi picks are taken. There is only one force-user pick left. I still need three more people.

Danuke peked out from the top of the tree only to see hordes of orcs ready for battle. He was right. This mission would be a failure. The orcs were armed to the teeth. Literally. Their rusted, iron armor making the ground appear black. Their swords, axes, and hammers flailing around in fury. They could not win this fight. It would claim their lives. Though there were a few other options. *Cunning has saved me and will continue to. I do not know if I can save them, though I will try.* He tried to think of a plan in his mind and came up dry. *Burn the village? Sneak away! No burning. Sneak away.* He climbed down the tree and began to sneak away. (Its not much, but i'll fix it when someone else posts.)

Danuke sat in a tree. This was their break. This tree reminded him of those in Mirkwood. How he wished he was there. *These women would rather stab me than talk to me. The hunt is failed. It was a half-hearted hunt that did not need to continue. Pride is the only reason I was doing that. My first failed hunt. That doesn't happen. The orc will win. They will kill you and use your skin for a flag. The hunt can continue! No, it can't. The hunt ends when the hunter's life is at stake. Those aren't women. They are sirens. They lure you in and kill you.* He drew his knife and started to carve the tree. He carved the head of a duck in the branch he was on. *It's funny that a knife is less dangerous than those two sirens.* He sheathed his knife and continued to climb higher. Peeking out, he saw most of the group members talking. He was a loner. People were foolish. They thought that a few mercenaries could stop legions of orcs. It was suicide and their whole group will die. The thought crossed his mind of going back to Mirkwood. *It was an honest thought. Self-preservation was important. It is better to run than get killed and skinned. This mission will fail and all will die. Stygia is not worth this.* He wanted to see if anyone else was on the ground. He climbed higher into the tree... Who's next?

Basically, the plot goes like this: You have to go to Korriban (the sith homeworld) to stop Sith Lord Jaburie Matano. He is trying to set up a sith academy. He's already got a bunch of people out there and its time to stop him. This is twenty years after the "Return of the Jedi". I know that this plot is covered in the young jedi novels, but I thought that it would be cool to try something like this. I hope you will too. I need up to six people. (Not counting my charecter.) You can be a jedi or a soldier or a smuggler, I don't care, though I want a max of 2 jedi and 3 force-users, counting the jedi. (Not counting my charecter.) I'm sorry if I make anyone mad, but otherwise it could only be jedi and thats not cool. For charecters, you can be any species within reason and if I don't know what it is, you'd better show me a picture. No charecter can be a hutt or any kind of stationary droid, though droid charecters are allowed. Droids must have artificial intelligence. (No super battle droids!) Here's how charecters should go: Name: (I shouldn't have to explain.) Species: (Or type of droid, if you are one.) Gender: (Male or female. Preferrably one or more females. No hermys or eunichs. Sorry if I offend anyone.) Class: (Soldier? Jedi? Etc?) Homeworld: (Planet of birth.) Weapons: (Up to three unless specified by me.) Other Gear: (I couldn't hurt.) Force Abilities: (Up to four. Like lightning, the choke thing, the push thing, etc.) Abilities: (Stuff you gained through life.) Favored Attribute: (Strength, Intelligence, Speed, Accuracy, etc.) Appearance: (What you look like.) Biography: (A little info about your charecter's life.) Other needed info: (It couldn't hurt.) For example: my charecter. Name: Kelko Species: Rodian Gender: Male Class: Smuggler Homeworld: Tatooine Weapons: Vibro-dagger and Blaster Pistol Other Gear: Flight Suit Abilities: Stealthy, persuasive Favored Attribute: Intelligence Appearance: Normal by rodian standards, though a bit tall and skinny. Biography: Born on Tatooine, his mother died and he was raised by his uncle. He never had a father. He is a pilot registered for imperial space, meaning that he has permission to land in the imperial remnant. Most people hire him for that....Or because its cheaper than usual...Or because he gives people complimentary drinks... Anyway, business is booming. He has recently been hired by the Republic to transport those individuals seeking the destruction of the Sith remnant. His only other reason for going is that there's some nice stuff in those tombs.

Walking through the village paths, he thought to himself. *A promised bride? Where's the fun, the sport? Thats like sacraficing an animal to a cougar. They won't eat it, its already dead. Both of these women are too feisty. (Everyone is taking advantage of this fun little weakness, making it sickening. He may be a romancer, but he's still monogamous.) It is a weakness. Love is weakness. Lose the weakness and you shall be invincible! Lose all attraction to everybody. Its pathetic. Its not right for the battlefield. The only thing you now love is your weapons. First of all, lose the promised bride by any means necessary. Then, get it so that I lose interest in all these women. The only thing you shall love will be the sound of an orc's last breath. Battle-lust shall consume you. Bathe in the blood of your adversaries. Destroy them all alone. No! I must fight every speck of love and goodness! I will not chase these women! It will not work! I must not give up a hunt, though. The prey always fights back at first, then it surrenders. I must fight it. No, it will hinder my skills. You are the only one who matters! It is you and you alone who shall destroy these orcs. Solve old rivalrys, become top predator, slay some orcs. Defeat them and you own the forest! I can not get any competition. But, the hunt? I must complete it! Damn my pride! No! No, I must continue the hunt. I must keep my record intact!* He stopped walking. Just standing there for a minute or two and then started walking again. *What happens, happens. I will let my path guide itself.* __________________________________________________ Star Wars: Korriban Adventure! Try it!

*I must ignore the failure and continue the hunt.* Staring at a blank pillar for far too long, he shoke his head and slowly walked to the courtyard. *A good hunter is...persistent, stealthy, and always dangerous. Even if the quarry is a woman. Its the same as hunting boars. Thet usually run, but if you attack them or corner them, you'de better run. This was a temporary setback. It will not happen again. I will continue with the half-elf but, assuming things go horribly wrong, I will switch to the full elf. The plan has been devised, the quarry has been tracked, the weapons sharpened. My wit is my weapon. Now for the kill.* Seeing that he was already half-way across the courtyard, he sat down at a bench and leaned over. *She called me disgusting and dirty. Well, thats life. Unless you're an elf. Elves are always clean and fresh. Men are always filthy. Thats what wilderness does to you. It makes you filthy. Its an adaptation.* A couple maidens slowly walked by, picking his eyes off the ground, but only for a few seconds. *I'm pathetic. Growing attached to a woman? Have I gone soft? No! Never! I will be stern and callous for the rest of my life! I must not get attached! But she's so beautiful. Like a cold morning. No! You are losing a battle to your heart! Heart versus head! The mind will keep you alive, not the heart! I...screw it, I lost.* He grinned to himself slightly and raised his head, only to see two elves and a magician standing there. "What? What did I do?" The retarded messanger elf (Yeah, you heard me.) spoke up, "You were shaking your head alot and looked mad off and on. You have serious issues." Go ahead.

(Lembas) *Yadda yadda yadda... This guy knows how to talk. And talk. And talk.* Looking around the room, he spotted a couple foxy mamas in dire need of a man. (Sorry, it was just too good to pass up.) *Hmmm...That one is prissy and that one is scruffy. Prissy people always die first, but scruffy people are less attractive...So many decisions. Its a very hard decision, but i've decided...both.* "You may be excused, gentlemen...and ladies," the king blurted out in the middle of a drastic, life-changing thought. He remained in the chair, still thinking, though everyone else had left the room... Have at it.

You guys are jerks to the moderators. Its not his fault he doesn't read books.

Clomp, clomp, clomp. The man on the horse stopped and looked around. He?s not an orc, but he?s still not welcome. Danuke Moriarti sat in a tree, watching the visitor, slightly angry. Those stupid spiders'll get ?em if I don?t inform him. People are so ignorant. They think the world is a perfect place where only orcs are bad. If I don?t hurry, he?ll probably get yanked off his horse and get eaten. As entertaining as that would be, I would?ve wanted someone to warn me, should I be in his shoes. He jumped down from his tree and called to the messenger. ?It?s dangerous to be in Mirkwood, you know. The beasts are restless as of late and the orcs are everywhere. What do you want? If I don?t not have my information in ten seconds, your head will be on the ground.? He unsheathed his sword. ?One?two?? ?The king is trying to assemble a band of warriors to save Stygia!? ?That?s not all?three?four?five?? ?You were on the list and I?ve found you, so come with me. If you don?t, we will hold nothing against you.? ?Six?seven?eight?nine?ten! He raised his sword and swung at the man?s head, letting go of the sword at the last minute. The sword flew straight and impaled a goblin that was sneaking up on them. He kicked the messenger in the back of the knee and sent him to the ground. ?See? Your head is on the ground. Oh, and watch out for that puddle.? The messenger came up and ran to his horse. The horse started running almost instantly. ?Run you coward!? He started to laugh as he retrieved his sword from the still living goblin. ?So, buddy, what do you know?? The little creature panted and gave a slight cry of pain. ?I ain?t tellin? a thing.? The ranger grabbed his knife and teased the little creature, still impaled into a tree. ?Do you have any idea what I can do to you? I can heal you or kill you. All I want to know is why you guys are moving around so much.? The goblin spat at him. Danuke pulled his sword out of the tree, but kept it in the goblin and raised the little abomination five feet off the ground, then stabbed the sword into the tree again. ?What do you know now?? ?Alright! Alright! I?ll tell you! We is?? The squat creature slumped over and died. Danuke pulled his blade from the thing?s gut, grabbed the piece of paper the messenger left and took off.

Mine isn't so bad. The grammer is just beyond you. ;) My bio leaves lots of gaps for you to fill in. I edited it a bit.

Could you wig out any more? Its just a game. Name: Danuke Moriarti Age: 23 Race: Man Gender: male (Whats a female man?) Location: Wilderness of Mirkwood Order: Ranger Weapons: Knife, longsword, warhammer Abilities: Complete stealth (Silence no matter what the terrain.) Advantages: Cunning, close combat, camoflauge, valient Disadvantages: Loner, loves irony Bio: He was a cabin boy on a ship that traded with the elves of Mirkwood, but when the ship was attacked and overtaken by giant spiders, he had to learn to survive in the wild. The forest is nearly unnavigable and it took him five years to find his way out. Being chased by orcs and fouler things for so long made him stealthier than most people and now is the time when they run from him... Appearance: 6' 3", long brown hair, blue eyes, his only armor is a plate on his right shoulder, two gauntlets, and a pair of kneepads, all of them colored rusty brown. His clothing consists of a dirty green cloak imbedded with leaves and twigs. Under that, he wears a black pants and long-sleeve shirt. His boots are also black.

Is Pac-man still open? Name: Pac-man Initial Game: Pac-man Description: A yellow circle with a mouth and eye. Bio: He was one of the first games and still a fun game, though now he's a married...shape. __________________