Post: Someone had to start this thread. Its the one where you know, someone starts a story and then everyone else just adds to it. the name is what I got from inputing "random name" on the elvish name generator. I didn't have the brains to make up a name right now. sorry. The start isn't that good either, but I hope it developes into a good story. Hatrackers...anything goes(as long as a previous post isn't downright contradicted, like changing the sex of a character or denying something happened, like if someone is killed, you cannot revive them on the next post. I'm sure you get the idea...).
Story: There was once a little girl, by the name of Eressë Felagund that had a little problem, she was going to...
Posted by Ryoko (Member # 4947) on :
Story: There was once a little girl, by the name of Eressë Felagund that had a little problem, she was going to meet her parents for the first time, and she didn't particularly want to. She didn't really see the point in it. But,...
Posted by Anna (Member # 2582) on :
Marry a dwarf. The dwarf was very rich, which is why the girl's father chose him for his daughter, but she feared his heart was bad.
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
she had never met her parents, and she felt he had no dominion over her destiny. Therefore, she decided to run away. The night before the wedding was to take place, Eressë...
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
The night before the wedding was to take place, Eressë paced the length of her room, a small and drafty chamber not more than twenty feet across set at the top of a thin stone tower that overlooked the cold sea. Determined to make her escape -- to avoid both the plight of marriage to a dwarf and what she was sure would be an awkward first meeting with her wicked family -- she began ripping long strands from her bedlinens and...
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Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
tied them together into a long rope. Worried that something so flimsy could hold her weight, Eressë thought up a new plan. She tied the rope to her heavy oak bedpost and lowered it into the bushes below. Then she hid herself in her armoire and waited for someone to notice her escape. When she heard the footsteps outside her door,...
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Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
she held her breath so as to not make noise, and peered out from a crack. It was her mother, whom she had barely met the day before. "Eressë, where are you?!" she said with alarm in her voice. She had noticed the makeshift rope on the bed post. Great, thought Eressë, she fell for it. Now all I need to do is...
Posted by Raia (Member # 4700) on :
...wait until dark." So she did, and hid in the shadows until the sun slipped below the horizon. Eressë heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up to stretch her muscles, when she suddenly noticed...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
that it was now or never, she had to leave now when no one was home. She had prepared herself enough and took out her bag with some food and clothing and slipped out the window. She headed south, to the woods of Anwarünya. Everyone feared that place, they wouldn't look for her there. She set out, and took one of the mares from her father's stable. The faster he got to the forest, the better. She did not know wheather or not the mare had been named, but seeing how she was so tame, she named her Gilraen. Gilraen was the best horse in the stabe, completly white and with the speed of a thousand other horses. Eressë got to Anwarünya in no time. She dismounted Gilraen and...
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
...immediately regretted choosing a horse a thousand times faster than any of the other horses; her legs felt like wet pasta, and it was only by leaning up against one of the spooky trees -- which doubtlessly had one of those stupid elvish names her family liked -- that she was able to keep from flopping down into the soggy, half-rotten undergrowth (which was probably called something like ameniluminenodandrielanathor, if it had a name at all, and revered by elves for its mystical property of being more soggy and rotten than anything else since the Men came and ruined everything). Luckily...
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Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
Luckily, she had remembered to bring a handkerchief because her nose was running. She pulled it out of an inner pocket and blew. Much better. Now she could detect a smell rising from the undergrowth...a sweet smell that reminded her of old cook Rosarita and her fresh sweet rolls. And she thought she could see a light, just a little ways into the trees. Like the glow of the warm castle kitchens. Stashing her hanky back into a pocket, she...
Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
she thought to herself: "I just placed a dirty hanky in my pocket." She removed it and decided to place the hanky on the ground as a reference point in case she got lost in the ever-so-feared forest.
She now noticed the glow had changed colors, and was now a deep hue, much like the color of the sky on a starry night. She approached ...
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Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
she came nearer and realized that the glow was coming from a stone on a pedestal. She feared touching the stone, perhaps it was dangerous. Instead, she read an inscription on the pedestal. From what she read, she knew this was no ordinary stone, it was magical. The inscription read:
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
"This is no ordinary stone. This is magical."
But it said it in Elvish, which she could read, having developed an interest in it after she pulled a bookcase over on herself when she was 2 and suffered a nasty blow to the head by a thick Elvish tome.
The rest of the stones, which were larger and much nicer looking, were nonetheless ordinary, according to what the Elves had inscribed on each of them. Still, she took the time to inspect each of them and discovered that one was made of...
Posted by JohnKeats (Member # 1261) on :
quote:For package deliveries, please use the West entrance. Regular mail may be deposited here once you've identified yourself as a member of the EPS (use your YELLOW password). All other inquiries may be directed to the TeleQueen.
DO NOT TOUCH THE MAILSTONE BEFORE USING YOUR PASSWORD.
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
She jumped back, as a belated -- very belated -- voice blared out of the small plastic "stone" she had been inspecting; it was clearly a cunningly-disguised loudspeaker. But knowing the elves, it was probably a magical loudspeaker, powered by the hearts of eagles instead of a 9-volt battery, and what she took for plastic was probably something woven out of the extruded goodness of the first snowfall on Hiarnathawanagloriathan.
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Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
" Welcome to the feared woods of Anwarünya," it boomed. "Public restrooms are located in the north-east corner of the woods, and don't forget to visit our gift shop, conveniently located next them. For a limited time, you can purchase ..."
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
Eressë looked at the stone as it continued to speak, with a @.@ look on her face. Ignoring her feeling of dread, she took the blue stone, and suddenly, noticed she was tired. Her horse was already napping, so she cuddeled next to it and slept. She was awakened by someone yelling her name. Her family was looking for her. She grabbed her things and mounted her horse once more, ignoring her soreness, and galloped her way through the woods. The trees seemed to bend for her passing, they seemed to be leading her somewhere. She came to a stop, where there was a clearing. The sun came in from above and there was bright green grass. She dismounted once more, and...
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
fell right through a hole in the ground. She felt the wet grass touch her face and then nothing but darkness. It seemed like her fall took ages and she was sure this was the end, but to her astonishment she landed softly in something that resembled bubbling mud.
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
Feeling fresh and rejuvenated by the rich mineral bath, she let herself be whisked away to the facial salon where her skin was gently cleansed, briskly exfoliated, and then pampered with a delicate, sensuous moisturizer. Next, she visited the massage room where the deft fingers of a certified masseur worked soothing oils deep into her muscles. Her day at the spa concluded with a complete pedicure and foot rub, and then she was off to the dungeons to await questioning by the Commissioner. Her cozy dungeon cell featured an accommodating late-model sofa, where she rested lightly until...
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Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
...the bill arrived. "Oh, dear!" said Eressë, because she was exactly that sort of person, and raised her hands to her lips in astonishment as her brow crinked in concern. She turned to the small goblin who had delivered it, and attempted to explain, "I never had any use for money in the tower."
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
But then a thought crossed her mind and she said: "Oh well, please send it to my parents, they'll take care of it". With a bow the goblin retreated.
Posted by JohnKeats (Member # 1261) on :
But would they? she thought. True, Mother and Father had sent for her; but she hadn't seen these woods in nearly seven years--about 80 moons, as they might put it. Of course they'll pay, she thought. They are royalty now, and of course they need me. The masseuse was probably their idea in the first place. But I will not be purchased with mere hospitality.
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Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
Deciding it was terribly rude of the Commisioner to keep her waiting so long and having no idea what she was supposed to be seeing the Commisioner about anyway, Eressë opened the door and wandered down the hall. She only stopped to window shop a few times. Fearing her parents would think to look for her in the boutiques surrounding the day spa, Eressë got back on her horse Gilraen and headed for the Haunted Oak.
"Only a complete idiot would travel to the Haunted Oak on purpose, so of course I'll be safe there," she told Gilraen. Gilraen only snorted.
On the way...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
she encountered an elf. He had long black hair, a kind expression, was very handsome, and appeared to be expecting her since he was sitting on a branch and as soon as she passed by him, hedropped down and greeted her. "Welcome to these woods, I am the elf Gwindor Súrion, and I have been expecting you, milady." he said in the most beautiful male voice Eressë had ever heard. "Just why have you been expecting me, a simple human, may I so boldly ask?" she responded. "Because beyond this point is the Haunted Oak, I am well aware that many tongues warn that it is a point of no return." he said. "I am well aware of that, sir", she said, "but I canoot go back, for if I do I shall be forsed to marry someone I do not love. Is that not a point of no return as well?" Gwindor sighed. "Then I beg you allow me to escort you, for a lady like yourself would be in grave danger alone." "I am quite a fighter myself, sir, I have never been defeated in hand to hand combat." "Very well, but I must insist, I know the way and I could be your guide." "If you insist, then you may lead me." "This way." He started to run with remarkable speed and grace, Eresse could barely keep up with him in the woods. The trees were not as dead as on the other parts of the forest and vegetation seemed more dense.
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
Eressë gave out a little shriek as her hair tangled in the branches of a tree. "Help! Gwindor, help, I'm stuck."
As she stopped thrashing and looked around, Eressë realized the woods had grown too quiet. Where were the bird calls and scampering squirrels? "Gwindor? Where are you?"
The brush off to her right rustled. She could hear the wet sound of panting and smell the hot, decaying breath. Certain Gwindor must have betrayed her to this beast, Eressë settled into the best fighting stance she could manage.
"Whatever you are, I shall defeat you." The leaves crunched under the sound of heavy feet. Eressë gasped as...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
Gwynsor leaped out from he trees. Eresse shrieked again. and before she noticed who it was, she kicked him in the groin. "you moron!" she yelled once she had recognized him, "Why did you do that?!" He just laughed, and knelt to the ground bearing the pain *ouch*. "if you were afraid of me when I just played a simple joke on you, what will become of you in the Haunted Oak?", he said. "That's not for you to question!", she continued, "I tell you I'm a good fighter and can fend for myself." "Kind of noticed that, Eresse." replied the elf.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
"Besides," said Eresse, "what you don't realize is that that's not an oak, it's a redwood. If people can't even get the name of the tree right, how true do you think those stories are?"
Nevertheless, she took her dagger in her hand as she continued on, and was soon glad she had, for as she crossed the path toward the Haunted (not an) Oak, she saw...
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
..all those white stars guiding the Haunting Oak. They shimmered and danced in the air, making it difficult to focus her eyes, so she summoned the magic red light from her dagger to frighten them away.
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
"Don't frighten the light faeries, they won't harm you", replied the elf. "Well, I needed to see, and they were inhibiting my sight." Eresse replied as she put her dagger away. "As you wish, just remeber that harming these sort of faeries may bring horrible luck to you" She was in another clearing in the forest where light seemed to be radiating from the tree itself. Eresse knew at once she was in a very sacred place, so she should be careful. Eresse went nearer to the tree. There was a very mystical sign posted there in elvish which said:
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
"Wise man say: he who eat undercooked shrimp, sit on toilet long time."
She contemplated this for quite a while, trying to decipher the mystical meaning. Finally, she decided it must mean that she was supposed to...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
post: screw the 500 landmark, I'll do it on the 1000, I just gotta post this and I haven't written my landmark yet, so until next time. BTW, OH tomato by-product monarch, you threw off my groove!
Story: say that if you ate something bad for you, it would have dire concequences. Eresse looked closer, and discovered that it was only a piece of parchment stuck to the real plate. She threw it aside and read the words that were ment to be read. It said:
quote: Broken men fix the world
Eresse wondered, what could this mean? "The meaning is very simple Eresse", said Gwynsor, " haven't you noticed that it is mostly the people deemed weak by society that usually do more things for it?" Eresse pondered.
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Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
AofD: any time.
After 24 hours of pondering, she was beginning to feel faint. So, she decided to go find some food and ask someone what they thought this meant for her.
She looked around and spotted a funny little shack with a delectable smell coming out of it. She walked up, and saw a woman in long, flowing robes cooking hamburgers and fries. After checking to ascertain that they were served with plenty of her favorite condiment, ketchup, she ordered one, ate it, and again tried to send the bill to her parents.
Unfortunately, the mysterious woman said, "We don't take credit! Don't you read?"
"But I have no money," said Eresse, "and I was hung'ring unto death."
"Well, you can work it off," said the lady, who was actually quite kindly for all her mysterious-ness.
As they went in to wash dishes and clean the hut, Eresse decided that this lady might have an answer for her. She was just getting her courage up to ask when...
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
...the woman suddenly convinced her to purchase more life insurance. Which she did by dialing one easy number and talking to a live operator who had been standing by. Heaven forbid anything should ever happen to her, but if something did, a significant sum of money would be paid to Laird.
“Who’s Laird?â€
“Laird is my, um, your designated beneficiary,†said the operator.
“Oh. You mean like my cat?â€
“Um, yes.â€
Meanwhile, a large, shadowy form was sneaking up behind Elesse. There was a glint of metal. There was a low growl. Suddenly...
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
A large knight stepped out into the light. "Excuse me," he said, coughing in between words. "Do you happen to know where I could find an herbalist about my cold?" He cleared his throat again, the noise that had sounded like a growl.
"I don't live here," said Eresse. "I'm just trying to escape an arranged marriage."
"Oh, many pardons," said the knight.
"No problem," said Eresse. "But perhaps you can help me. Do you know what this means, and why I should heed it?" She showed him the paper on which she had copied the mystical inscription down.
The knight took one look at the paper and recoiled in fear...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
Eresse turned, it was an orc with it's hand ready to strike her. Eresse was quicker than it and grabed its head jerking it fast enoughto break its neck, it fell to the floor dead. The woman came into the room with a not so nice face, its was actually twisted with evil in a very horrible way. "So, it is true, what they said about you was true." she said. "What do you mean?" "I've contacted your family, they will pay a large sum to have you back you know." Eresse couldn;t believe it. The evil woman shut the door and Eresse noticed there was no other exit. She stayed in the darkness with the dead orc for at least an hour's worth of weeping over her destiny, when suddenly a tthere was a knock under the rug she was sitting on. "Hey let me out." whispered a voice. It was Gwynsor. Eresse was sitting on top of a trap door, so she moved and the elf came in. "Hurry, follow me. I can take you to safety! This tunnel leads to my home in Fëanáro Lake" he said. "Sure, th-" she began. "Thank me later, lets go now." "Sure!" she said while going inside the trapdoor. When they arrived, Eresse...
{Edit] Ok, now what do we do?
[ December 09, 2004, 05:50 PM: Message edited by: Altáriël of Dorthonion ]
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Hey! I posted first, doesn't that mean you should revise yours to fit with mine? Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
post: I guess its up to the next person. We should make a rule for that, the next person who posts must choose which one he'll follow. My post was longer and we were writting at the same time, so naturally I took longer to write it. Lets just leave it to the next person.
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
When they arrived at the bottom of the ladder, Eressë noticed the knight had followed Gwynsor and her. "What are you doing, good knight?"
"I have failed you, milady. You were a damsel in distress and I did not even see the orc until you had dispatched it. I must remain with you until I have saved your life."
Gwynsor sneered, "I can look after Eressë just fine. We don't need your help."
"Please, my honor is at stake."
Eressë shot Gwynsor a dark look. "Of course you can come with us. These tunnels pass near the dwarven lands. If they know of them, they may try to waylay us."
"Thank you, milady. My name is..."
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
...Chad." He bowed deeply, one arm tucked behind his back.
"Did you have a destination in mind?"
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
"Yes. Gwynsor is taking me to Fëanáro Lake. I'll be safe there from my evil parents. They want to marry me off to a dwarf."
"Traveling past the dwarven lands will be especially dangerous then."
Gwynsor sneered. "These are ancient tunnels the dwarves have forgotten about. Only the elves have long enough memories to know they're here. Eressë will be fine."
Eressë frowned. "Please, Sir Chad, you never told me what the note said. Gwynsor thinks it's important."
Chad's face darkened. "I'm sure he does. It says..."
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Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
"It says that there is a way to break the ancient seals that guard the cell of Daerwroth. And that one has already been broken, and that the power of Malichor is again seeping out into the world."
Chad turned a dark gaze to Gwynsor. "You would know of this, surely, son of Gwynsed."
"I know nothing of cells and seals," Gwynsor growled.
"You have been protected far too long from the failure of your father, Gwynsor," spoke Chad in a louder voice. "But perhaps now it is at last time to answer for Gwynsed's folly."
Gwynsor rose, and fury mottled his face. He...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
turned. "Who do you think you are? The follies of my family are not to be known by mere knights like yourself." said Gwynsor. "The truth will reach thw world's ears someday" said Chad. Eresse tried to ameliorate the situation. "Please, let us not confront each other at this time, we must make haste. Besides, I still want my horse back. I fell we will need it at one time in our journey."
POST: thx AvidReader, for mixing up the other two posts, that way both the tomato by-product monarch & I are at peace
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Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
Gwynsor relented. "There's a side tunnel up ahead. It should take us to an exit not far from the hostel where Gilraen awaits you."
The tunnel was damp with time, and lichens grew in cracks on the walls. Sir Chad lit a torch from his backpack. The light played across the dwarven runes of warding, giving the tunnel a sinister air.
"Come on. Who knows what lingers in these dark places?"
Sir Chad's words proved prophetic for around the bend he came face to face with...
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
...the reality that a plot shift was taking place every three minutes.
Plus, he had to fight off a large, slimy creature that almost bit his head off.
After that, he stopped walking around corners without checking first.
Elesse asked, "Why is there a tunnel here?"
"It's convenient," Gwynsor replied.
"The continuation of the story depends on this tunnel," warned Chad. "It is very important that we stay in it for a while."
Elesse was about to reply when she heard...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
Gilraen ney.
She grew excited and rushed to here the neighing came from. When she got there...
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
Gilraen was munching contentedly on some grass growing up through the dank undergrowth. "Oh Gilraen, I'm so glad to see you're all right." Gilraen whinnied and shook her head.
As Eressë picked up her bridle, Sir Chad asked, "Why would the dwarves build a tunnel system from the Elven forests into Elven lands? And why would it be large enough for a horse? Dwarves can't even ride horses. It doesn't make sense."
Gwynsor said, "Only because you humans know nothing of history. Thousands of years ago when my father was a young man, this forest was the center of Elven culture. Dwarves traveled here to sell their metalworks, weapons, and hire out stone masons. The ruins of Lassilimithis lie deep in the forest, her dead still manning the walls."
Sir Chad said, "Please elf, these are no tales to tell in front of the princess."
"How did you know that?" Eressë asked.
"I heard the innkeeper taunt you. What, you don't think I'd risk my life for a commoner, do you?"
"I suppose not. Come on, Gilraen, let's go find this lake."
The only notable event along the way was...
[edit: whoops! It did say mare.]
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Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
post: its ok.
Story: was the first rays of the sun as they neared the exit.
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Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
When she finally lifted her face to the sunlight, she felt reborn. Eressë turned around to face her companions, but they were not there. She blinked and stared, yet the place was empty. 'Where are you?' she screamed, suddenly a little afraid after all those hours of suspense. She heard a faint sound and felt something pass her head. She looked up, and there they were, the big horse flying with Gwyndsor on his back.
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
"This is my horse, Elladan." said Gwynsor as he landed and dismounted, "I received it from the Red Wizard Enthiriel after I saved is life many a year ago." Eresse did notice that the flying stallion was very emotionally attached to Gwynsor, like an old and dear friend.
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Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
'Oh?' she said and rubbed her eyes, 'I must have been blinded by the light, I thought it was Gilraen you were flying. Where is Gilraen?'
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
Gilraen came from behind bush, and neighed as she went to meet Eresse. The mare had been startled by the sudden appearance of the winged horse.
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Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
Sir Chad grumbled, "Did you think to get me a horse, elf, or am I supposed to walk to this lake of yours?"
Gwynsor whistled. "This is Emislina, Elladan's mate. She can carry you the rest of the way."
Gwynsor and Sir Chad skimmed the treetops while Eressë kept pace. Gilraen darted among the tree trunks as if she had been bred for the open forests around the lake.
"Here we are," Gwynsor said at last. "May you find peace and rest under the boughs of my home."
"Wait," Sir Chad loosened his sword in its sheath. "Something's not right..."
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
"Indeed, there is a strange and foul smell in the air" said Gwynsor. He hushed them all. "We are not alone...", he said in a low whisper. Suddenly...
EDIT(for ginette): umm...Gilraen cannot fly...
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Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
... a whole lot of very tiny beings appeared out of a hollow trunk, carrying red glowing balls in their hands. Apparently these balls were giving off the stench, because when they came nearer it became overwhelming. Eressë almost fainted and fell down on her knees. The thick mossy underground with its essential flavour however undid some of the effects of the stench and quite soon she recovered and lifted her head. High above her Gwynsor and Chad had taken refuge in the higher atmosphere on their flying horses, leaving her to handle the threat of the nearing hordes.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Luckily, she had some Ye Olde Vickess Vapor Rub in her pocket. She rubbed some under her nose, and it was so strong it almost completely covered the stench. No longer in danger of fainting from the foul stench, she began looking for an escape. Things got a lot worse very quickly, though, as she looked to her left and saw...
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
her horse Gilraen in trouble. Instead of being nervous by the foul stench, Gilraen seemed to like it and was just about to eat some of the glowing red balls out of the tiny creatures hands. 'Stop Gilraen, don't!' she screamed. But he wouldn't listen, so she picked an old branch that was lying on the ground and threw it to the horse. She hit him in the stomach, not very hard but enough to frighten the horse away from the danger.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Unfortunately, he then ran off into the night, leaving her abandoned and alone. The small creatures with the glowing balls of stink swarmed her, chattering, and she realized with horror that they expected her to buy the foul things! She had no money, but she didn't think that would deter them.
Just then, she looked up, and saw her salvation:
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Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
...Gwynsor throwing down a bundle of paper money and a bag, which looked like it would be absolutely water and stench proof. She caught it from the air and threw it to the creatures, ordering a dozen of the red balls. 'Please put them in the bag and close it tight' she asked very politely. Five of the small beings started happily dancing around, taking care of her order. From the bundle of paper money that dropped exactly at her feet, she took one piece for each of them.
Then she left, whistling for Gilraen.
Posted by jehovoid (Member # 2014) on :
Erstwhile in parts unknown a giant bear wearing a clown nose rode merrily on a unicycle.
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
Then he got tired and went to sleep under a big tree. Gilraen, being excited by the delicious smell of the red glowing balls saw the clowns nose and decided he must have a bite...
[ December 12, 2004, 02:30 PM: Message edited by: ginette ]
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
but heard the whistle and as instinct comanded, followed the sound to Eresse who stood on a boulder looking out for her mare. Eresse soon got back to Gilraen, and once again mounted her. "Are you all right?" asked Chad. "I'm fine!", responded Eresse. "Then, lets get out of this place, my house is yonder by the lake shore!", cried Gwynsor. "Fine, I'll meet you there!", said Eresse. Meanwhile, back with Eresse's parents and fiance(X.X)..
EDIT: OMG!! Thx for pointing it out!
[ December 13, 2004, 09:56 AM: Message edited by: Altáriël of Dorthonion ]
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Gilraen mounted her? Eeeewww...
back to the story:
A plot was brewing.
"We must make her return," said the king. "If she doesn't, our kingdom will fall into ruin. But how will we find her, and even if we do, how will we entice her back?"
"Ah," said his wife, "You forget that I am a sorceress. She won't be able to resist the call of my magic..."
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
"Indeed", said the king, "which measure would you prefer, my love? There is that vodoo, and the thing about knowing the true name, or the one about the portrait. So many to choose from." The queen chuckled. "Yes, dear, there are many ways. But its not about which one is prefered, but which is the most effective. We do wish to lay hands on that stupid dwarf's money now do we not?"
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
She crossed the beautifully furnished room and went to an old cabinet. From the upper drawer, which she could reach easily because she was a tall woman, the queen took a tiny box. 'Look here, my dear husband.' She opened the box and let the king have a look. He saw a small bundle of blonde hair, bound together with a yellow ribbon. Questionally he looked up at his wife. 'Well, it is hair I took from her back when she was a baby.' she said looking happy.
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
"My dear, I know how badly in debt our kingdom is. I know we need that money or the kingdom will fall to bandits, raiders, or conquorers. But what of the prophecy?
quote: The strong will be broken, alone, the young grow old.
Aren't we dooming our little girl?"
"Oh, phooey. We exposed that oracle as a fraud. You know I'm the only sorceress in the kingdom. I've seen her happy with the dwarf. Don't worry so much."
The king sighed, "I suppose you know best."
"Of course. You know I'd never harm my little girl."
Little did the king know...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
that although the prophecy had been false, a new one had been stated, by none other than the Oracle of Evawther, and all prophecies by this oracle had been proven true. "Dear, you must also pay heed to the warning of both the tree amidst the woods, and the Oracle of Evawther. Such predictions by them are not to be taken lightly." The queen pondered for a while. "That is true my dear, but we musn't forget one thing, If I once bended the prophecies of an elf, I certainly can change the ones of my own daughter." The king sighed, "Do you not remember the reason we started all this? Why we left our own daughter to this fate? Do you not recall the prophecies?"
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
"Please, dear, I know you mean well, but really. Who are you to speak to me of prophecy?" She kissed her husband lightly. "Don't think so much. Go to sleep."
The king was still nervous, but his wife knew best. And it was so much money. He needed that money for the good of the people.
Looking around the palace, he noticed the paint was beginning to crack. That would be one of the first things he fixed. The kingdom couldn't afford to let foreign dignitaries think that their king was too poor for a new coat of paint. It was for the good of the kingdom, after all. The king soon immersed himself in all the things he would buy, for the good of the people.
The queen sat alone in her chambers with a small basin of water. When it was absolutely still, she looked deep into the depths. "Show me Eressë. Show me the daughter I claim by right, but not by birth."
The water shimmered. The queen saw...
[ December 13, 2004, 01:45 PM: Message edited by: AvidReader ]
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
POST:this is soo Enchantment @.@
Eresse galloping at full speed. She was at the lake. "I wonder what she would be doing there...", muttered the queen, "That elf, he has a certain resemblance to a certain someone I met before..." The king only looked out the window, and continued wondering about the future of his kingdom. Meanwhile, a bear in the woods, had been disturbed from hybernation by a certain horse... It ...
Posted by jehovoid (Member # 2014) on :
quote:'Well, it is hair I took from her back when she was a baby.'
She had hair on her back when she was a baby? Eww.
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
POST:She had blond hair as a child(on her hair, dude)
Eresse had grown up, and it had now turned a dark blond, almost hazel. It was wavy, and reached her back.
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
From afar, the bear saw the sun dance on Eressë's hair while she galloped along the lake. He took off his clowns nose - it was become a little bit itsy - and struggled to his feet. He pushed a button under his left arm, and large bear-wings lifted from his shoulders. He leaped forward and with amazing speed he flew down to the lake to follow that beautiful galloping creature.
'Oh my' sighed the queen, still looking in her basin. 'That's the worst thing that could ever happen. A flying bear is after her!'
[ December 13, 2004, 05:03 PM: Message edited by: ginette ]
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
Eresse looked back and saw the bear at a distance. To the bear, she had been a shooting star. She galloped ever faster, but the bear kept coming nearer. "Gwynsor! Sir Chad! We are being followed!", cried Eresse. Man and elf both looked and saw the danger coming. "Chad, guard Eresse, I believe I know who is following us, and although I believe it to be no danger, I could be mistaken", said Gwynsor. Chad agreed and Gwynsor turned his path and met the bear at a distance. "Bear! Who are you? Do you intend to follow us?" asked Gwynsor to the huge blue bear. "Look, I only need to follow that girl I saw in the distance. if you're with her, then you may take me with you". Gwynsor was starled, he had not heard of a tlaking bear before. "As for my name, I'm a cousin of that Moosh from Zelda, my name is Mahtan, I mean no harm alright, but I must warn you, you are being watched."
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
"By whom?" asked Gwynsor. "An evil witch. Remember that stone that Eresse took at the forest?" asked the bear. "Yes, what about it?" "Use it, its a magical cloaking device. I must leave now, but I'm sure I'll see you later on in your quest!", said the bear as he flew back to his den. Gwynsor went back with everyone else.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
He tried to warn Eresse of the danger, but she was mad at him and kept interrupting.
"You took my conditioner, didn't you?" she stormed.
"No, and I have to tell--"
"Stop lying, I know the horse didn't do it, and the knight doesn't have enough hair!"
"Eresse--"
"You snuck off to use it, didn't you?"
"I didn't, I--"
"WHY DID YOU TAKE MY CONDITIONER?"
"I didn't--"
Just then, the argument was interrupted...
[ December 14, 2004, 12:51 PM: Message edited by: ketchupqueen ]
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
by Sir Chad. "Stop will you!!!" he yelled at them. "Look, Gwynsor is trying to tell you something Eresse, please stop worrying about your conditioner!!! When we reach the nearest town, I'll get you more, but for now, what did you want, Gwynsor?" Gwynsor sighed and Eresse calmed herself down. Gwysor's elvish city was now in view.
[ December 14, 2004, 12:58 PM: Message edited by: Altáriël of Dorthonion ]
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
The evil queen began her incantation. Eressë felt faint, like a heavy blanket had been thrown over her head. She felt her eyelids droop, and she began to slid off Gilraen.
Sir Chad was able to catch her before she hit the ground, but he was baffled by what had happened. How could anyone become ill so quickly? "Gwynsor, get down here. She's got a fever."
Remembering the flying blue bear's words, Gwynsor dug through Eressë's bags until he found the magic stone.
"What are you doing, elf? If you steal from a dying woman I swear I will kill you."
"This attack is magical. I must fight it with magic. Let me think; I need to activate the stone."
The evil queen leaned low over the bowl and whispered directions deep into Eressë's subconcious. The words were barely spoken so as not to disturb the surface of the basin. Finally the queen held the baby hairs over the bowl.
"Eressë, daughter by right, come home to me." The baby hairs hit the surface just as the basin went black. "What?! The elf must have done this. But was I in time? Was the spell finished?"
Eressë did not awaken, but her breathing grew steadier and her face regained some of its color. She appeared to be sleeping.
"Is she alright?" Sir Chad asked.
"The stone should help. Come on. Let's get her out of the elements."
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
The next thing Eresse remembered after loosing consciousness, was awakening in a dark room where a fire was being kept. She looked at her surroundings, and noticed that Gwynsor and Sir Chad were conversing by the fire. They were laughing together and she felt in her hand, the stone from the tree. "This stone, I wonder why I have it with me still...", she said to herself. She got out of he bed she was in and went with the elf and man. "Where are we?", she asked. "Welcome to my home, in Ruthianar", responded the elf. "I'm glad you have awakened, princess", said Sir Chad. "Why do I still have this stone with me?", asked Eresse. "I heard from the bear following, a trusted source, that we are being watched and this stone's magical properties allow us to use it as a form of cloaking device." Eresse nodded and kept the stone. "I knew my journey would not be with out peril, I will guard this stone as much as I can." "Very well princess, that is a wise decision." said Sir Chad.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
"Now stop picking your nose."
Eresse looked at him sharply. "I'm not!"
"Don't lie, I just saw you."
The elf looked at the two and realized with horror what was going on-- Sir Chad was hallucinating!
Posted by ginette (Member # 852) on :
Or was he? When Gwyndsor turned to Eressë, he seemed to see a strange light coming from her body. At the same time her features changed slowly into those of a young child. Apparently Chad wasn't aware of what was happening, it looked like he had stepped into the illusion and became part of it. He was treating Eressë as a small child instead of the young woman she was.
Gwyndsor immediately knew what was happening. The stone had not sufficiently beaten the magic that was threatening her. With all the experience of his elf life, he knew what to do, but he had to do it quick. He jumped to Eressë and took the stone from her hand. The light around her seemed to pull and push him, making him dizzy. He knew it was a dangerous thing to try, he could so easily also become a part of the illusion and then not only Eressë but also Chad and himself would be lost. But he had to try, so with an immense effort he raised the stone to her forehead and pressed it firmly between her eyes. Blue sparks came off the stone and made a crackling sound. Then the light Eressë radiated went out. With a sigh, she fell to the floor, unconscious.
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
[POST]So then, what happens to Eresse? My imagination is dry right now...X.x[/POST]
Posted by Jenny Gardener (Member # 903) on :
And Eresse's forehead split open, spilling blood, bits of skull, and more horribly, pieces of brain.
Posted by AvidReader (Member # 6007) on :
Slowly pulling its way out of the open skull came a snarling grey monstrosity. Its maw opened wide displaying ferocious teeth. Its hooked claws reached back into the brain and pulled out a top hat and cane.
"Hello my baby, Hello my honey, Hello my ragtime gal. Send me a kiss by wire. Honey, my heart's on fire. If you refuse me, Honey, you'll lose me, And you'll be left alone. So come on And tell me that I'm yours!"
With that, the baby alien wandered off to find the nearest space diner to practice his new gimmick.
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
X.x is that really the witch's spell?
Anyway...
Baffled at what they had just seen, they tried to take the stone from Eresse's forehead. However, jsut as they were putting their hand near, the body became re-animated, and deformed. (Ala "Evil Dead") It started to speak with a distorted voice, saying how they would miss their precious princess, how they had taken her and how they would never see her again. When it finished telling what it had to tell, it once more dropped dead, and stayed there. Gwynsor carefully took the stone then. Obviously, this ws not Eresse, both elf and knight thought. If she had been, the stone would not have had such dire consequences...
"When was she taken?", they both asked themselves. "I don't know", said Sir Chad. "She had looked a little wierd, I remember, but I could never think that it was not her...", said Gwynsor. "We must find her at once." they both said, as they both mounted their horses. They put Gilraen on a steel cage, just in case as well. If it turned out that Gilraen was also a part of all this, then they would have to kill the horse. They both flew back, to where the bear was at. Gwynsor thought the bear might have some answers...
Posted by Altáriël of Dorthonion (Member # 6473) on :
I feel like getting this started again. We should make a Hatrack RPG where like Telperion, Pop, Eruve, raia, ketchupqueen & princess, dagonee, everyone else and me go on a quest.
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Eeeewww...