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Post by Kainus Maximus on Feb 22, 2007 22:43:38 GMT -5
Alright, lets get this going, some of you may remember this from the last site, but if not, well, if you want to know more about it, PM me, otherwise I'm going to get the go ahead with the intro, but just a reminder, it's a medievel setting and all power levels are allowed (but may end up toned down)
It was a quiet morning at the outskirts of civiliazation, a small mining town was the last post for miles and miles before giving way to mountains and forests. The town was quiet, as it always was, nothing really special occured, and the town went along it'd daily routine. There was a small inn and a tavern, and even a supplies shop for the locals, but nothing special. Nothing special ever seemed to happen around here...
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Post by EJP on Feb 22, 2007 23:16:19 GMT -5
I'll be using Quinn: eabii.proboards102.com/index.cgi?board=characters&action=display&thread=1172199067&page=1*Quinnaquck (Quinn-na-quck) Curesezacoatal (Curse-sa-quwa-tal) The dragon summoner walked ever so slowly into town. He had once again lost his rented horse because he had gotten into a fight and had to summon a dragon and now he was starting to run low on gold. Quinn stopped and and looked at the town. Breathing heavy, he looked as if he was about to pass out.*
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 23, 2007 0:48:47 GMT -5
"Hey, you okay, old man?" A young man of about seventeen with a stocky build of someone frequently active, but not the solid tone of a soldier, came up beside him, putting a supporting hand around him. He was certainly dressed strangely, with clothes of a strange material and design and some weird glove with a device around the wrist on his left hand.
But regardless of his appearance, he seemed to genuinely want to help. He looked up ahead, then back to the dragon summoner. "Come on, there's a well right up ahead, looks like. Think you can make it?"
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Post by EJP on Feb 23, 2007 15:03:48 GMT -5
*Quinn looked at the young man next to him.*
Quin: "....stupid..... horse....."
*Quinn fell over to his left side. It seemed as if he was out of energy or just dehydrated. Although out of it, he still held onto his staff with a vice like grip.*
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 23, 2007 18:09:32 GMT -5
"I'll take that as a no ..." The man brought his arm up, spun the dial around and pushed it in, and a moment later, he had transformed into what seemed to be some sort of battle robot.
With his strength increased as Metal Head, he was able to easily lift the mage and hurry him over to the well. He pulled up a bucket and with surprising gentleness for metal fingers, slowly trickled some of the water into the man's throat to keep from gagging him on it.
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Post by EJP on Feb 24, 2007 14:44:19 GMT -5
*Quinn suddenly sprung back to life and grabbed the bucket quickly drinking all the water. He stood up with a look of joy and then saw Metal head.*
Quinn: "...fuge..."
*Quinn once again fell over to his side but this time fell down into the well.*
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 24, 2007 15:59:57 GMT -5
(You are aware that this is not supposed to be a random insanity RP, right?)
Metal Head reached out, however, and grabbed the man by the front of his robes to keep him from falling in. With an annoyed sigh, he hauled up another bucket of water and, this time, dumped it on the guy's head, being sure to hold him steady to keep him from falling again.
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Post by LotusBlackfire on Feb 24, 2007 19:51:48 GMT -5
In a random part of the town small colored polka dots started to form in the air and then merged together making a very colorful dot in which a young man fell through wearing a mask, leather pants, fingerless gloves, and a shirt with a fire ball on it. The man landed on his back,"Ow."
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Post by EJP on Feb 24, 2007 21:30:48 GMT -5
(No I didn't know that I just wanted to juggle the chickens. Yes I know, but I am alowed to as funny as I want in this and my guy was just shocked or drank too fast.)
*Quinn came to and looked at Metal Head with a blank look. However his eyes moved around abit as if he was a bit dizzy.*
Quinn: " Have we met?"
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 24, 2007 23:33:08 GMT -5
"Yes, as a matter of fact, we have," the metallic voice answered, "about ten seconds ago. Are you feeling better?"
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Post by N4Mazter on Mar 3, 2007 10:35:46 GMT -5
About ten feet from the well, a circular rift is cut ten feet in the air and perpendicular to the ground. Out falls Allen. He quickly gets up and shouts into the rift "Dammit! I said the check was in the mail!" A demonic hand came through the rift, gave Allen the finger, and retracted as the rift closed. "Now where in the bloody nine Hells am I?" he says, looking around.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 4, 2007 18:26:57 GMT -5
The robot looked toward the new arrival and slowly shook its head. "I'm not even going to ask."
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Post by EJP on Mar 4, 2007 19:23:29 GMT -5
*Quinn looked at the robot and then at the new guys.*
Quinn: " I don't sopose any of you have any food on you, do ya? I'm so hungery I could eat a pony."
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Post by N4Mazter on Mar 4, 2007 20:06:52 GMT -5
"Supplies? Ahhh, shit!" Allen thinks. He quickly checks his pockets, finding but not revealing a random pop-tart. "A Kroger-brand Pop-Tart ripp off? Great...." he continues thinking. He wanders off into the town, looking for a guest welcoming center or its equivalent.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 4, 2007 22:35:25 GMT -5
The robot's light seemed to dim, a gesture comparable to narrowing one's eyes. "Idiot ..."
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