Nexaduro

Tech, what did I miss in school yesterday? Was anything due or assigned?

"Really, Nighleena?" The man in the coat seems to have appeared out of nowhere, with a dog cage suspended in midair next to him by the material composing the designs on his coat, which all seem to have shifted to one arm. Inside the dog cage is Vixion's former pet, Tuck, who is undoubtedly rather unhappy considering the cage was not meant for a dog of his size. "You do know that you will only add to the chaos, at this point it is inevitable. If you ask me, there are simpler tasks elsewhere, though I would guess not nearly as amusing." The man chuckles, and begins walking into the cave, dog cage in tow. Suddenly, as if having remembered something important, he stops, and then runs back outside past Nighleena. He kicks a tree, causing a small downpour of recently collected rainwater, and produces two delicate teacups from a pocket of his coat. He spins, catching the water in the cups, and then holds both teacups evenly in one hand while producing two purple and two green pellets from a different pocket in the other. Tossing the pellets into the air, he catches one of each colour in each cup. He nods in satisfaction, and sets off towards Nighleena. He puts a red pellet in each cup before handing one to Nighleena, saying: "Would you like a cup of tea?"

SPAAAAAARKKKKKLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Ye gods! The talking pastry is correct! HOW COULD SUCH A TRAVESTY BEFALL THE INNOCENT DENIZENS OF THE TAVERN? HOW?!?!

To Dungeon; I am honoured. To Dusty; I'm confused To Pieis; I concur Now let's lay off the booze.

Mature enough to...? You need to spend more time here, Steve (though I have noticed that you have ratcheted up your awareness, thanks!), and by making this a discussion thread you essentially made it a perfect place for all Hell to break loose. All Hell breaks loose every few hours here, but a "trench at the base of the volcano," so to speak, is much appreciated. And speaking of volcanos, I should probably get to work on my English essay. Or maybe start playing Dungeoneering. Either one is relevant for the purpose of this particular reference.

And it is a rather large cage, Vixion.

Kylar Stern, from the Night Angel Trilogy, clocks in with a 133 by my count. Tsk tsk, Brent Weeks.

(You copied Nighleena straight out of Ninja Gaiden is what I'm thinking :P )

(Oh, I like my new side-story just as well. Too bad it's gonna ratchet up my Mary-Sue score. Damned magical pets!)

Cerentis walks out of the forest, and promptly trips over a dog embedded with several kunai. He picks it up by the scruff of the neck, and is quickly charmed by its playful antics and fuzzy nature. "Well, hello there little one! Aww, how cute, he's trying to bite my face off... Waaaaait a minute, aren't you Vixion's dog, Tuck? Well, can't let you be running around all alone I suppose, so I'll take you with me!" Cerentis gives a wide smile, and the white patterns, stark against the black of his coat, ripple off of one sleeve to form a carrying cage around Tuck. "There we go, a nice widdle home for widdle Tuck! Hm, you seem to have some uncomfortable and pointy protrusions from your stomach! I'll fix that right up!" Cerentis grabs a red pellet from his pocket and slaps it onto Tuck's abdomen, pulling out the kunai as the flesh is repaired. "There, nothing more to worry about for widdle Tuck! You'll be safe in there, not even magic can get in!" Suddenly Cerentis' face darkens, and he says in an evil voice; "OR OUT." Brightening once more, Cerentis skips along into the village holding Tuck's cage. "C'mon little buddy! We've got a big day ahead of us!" (I hope that was acceptable, if not just modify it as you like.)

(Well, there goes half my interest and two thirds of my storyline.)

(Hey Earth, y'know that the Green/Blue thingy in your sig looks like a dragon with broccoli for a head?)

(The hell, Vixion? What kind of world is it, exactly?)

(that was quick, Tech. So, what answers did you check yes to?)

I think you guys should take the Mary Sue test I found, I got a 14 on Cerentis. :thumbup:

I'm here for a session, if we end up having one... So can we please have a session? :rolleyes:

Um... Vixion... this feels like a two-sided conversation between you and Iey more than anything else. The rest of us aren't really doing anything, because we don't know what to do. This is generally a goal-oriented group, and when you just set us free to stumble around with no knowledge of what should be happening and what is. You had a good idea, but it could do with some improvement. Either go more in-depth and provide a better explanation, or give us a definitive setting where we can make our own story.

YAY RICHARD! Incase you couldn't tell, that's my current avatar.

(... ok then...) Hearing the commotion above, the man in the coat tunnels through the ceiling of the cave and bursts onto the surface. Seeing the quick and overly dramatic combat, he shakes his head. "Nighleena and Vixion. They certainly don't live up to expectation, do they Galleus?" The man looks to his side sees another man, robed in brilliant white, who had just arrived seemingly out of thin air. The robed man smiles. "Now, now, Cerentis. Surely you remember their story. This is not an unexpected turn of events, unless your travelling has finally addled your mind." "I cannot deny your words. But who can know how the history of a world might be affected by interference from beings such as us?" "Who can know, Cerentis? Honestly? You know as well as I what will happen. This is your home, Cerentis, it shifts as easily as you do, and you are a... natural... part of it. Your apprentice, stuck millenia away, might cause a bit of a commotion in the line of events for this world, but that history is impossible to record or predict despite his involvement." Cerentis shakes his head. "Still, you can understand my fears. Every action of mine might have unseen affects on the worlds connected to this one. And however inevitable my decisions may be, I might still be reluctant to make them. You know better than any, Galleus, that time might be changed." The robed man seems to have disappeared, leaving Cerentis to stand alone beneath the trees. "Sigh - Well, back to business I suppo- OW! DAMNIT!" Cerentis pulls a small red pellet out of one of his many coat pockets and slaps one to the back of his head, where the bone of his skull was visible through a cut made by a rather large crossbow quarrel that had come from the direction Galleus had been standing in just a moment ago. He grimaces as the pellet spreads across the wound, repairing torn flesh. "Some things never change, I suppose." Cerentis then begins striding in the direction that, moments ago, Vixion had walked off in, carrying his arch nemesis to safety.

Uh, Dusty, I don't think you know him. (Unless... ye gods! Is that a sniper?) Not that I don't agree.

I think that, so long as you don't quit on us again, that there will be a good deal of interest. This is a good game, people enjoyed it.

Who makes posts with utterly meaningless words. Oh wait... Ghostbusters! Sorry. Stupid, I know. I'm bored. :D (The invasion has begun! Bow to your Tavernian masters! Muahahahahahahahahahaha!)

I concur, but the whole custom race and player antagonist ideas were really something special.