Forgotten Freedom:71
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A small egg-shaped inevitable walks up to Beryl.
Inevitable: I am here to fulfill my duty.
Beryl: I don't recognize you. What kind of inevitable are you and what is your purpose?
Inevitable: My purpose is to kill those that make bad puns. My kind has no name, for we are afraid someone might make a pun out of it.
Beryl: You're going to have quite a job here.
Inevitable: Then I might as well get to work. My companion the gram'mar, will be arriving shortly. He is the inevitable that kills those that make horrific spelling and grammar mistakes.
OoChrys: Ahhhhhh! Keep it away! keep it away!
An Exclaimation point with a hammer gun chases the bodyless voice of this authnor [mis-spell on purpose]
Naz'roth: Okay, Asmodeus called me and asked if we'd like to be the targets of a plot. I told him we could be free on Zal from 4:00 to 10:00, assuming my pottery class lets out on time. Now, he says it might involve kidnap, bondage, and rape, so naturally Marish has volunteered…
Satnak - Wonder where everybody is? Hey guys whats with the hide and seek routine? Hello? Anybody there? I never liked this game :ahem:
Lisa and Terra finally locate Satnak in the bowels of the ship, draining a few Redshirts. Her melds are glowing fiercely with the combined power of the souls she has drained.
Satnak: Almost there...
Terra: *more than a little freaked* Ok, Satnak. I think you're going a little to far with this...
Satnak: How so? What else is there for me? I have spent my life pursuing one goal above all, and it turns out to have been a fruitless effort.
Lisa: How does this help? Should you complete this unscathed, what then? Do you keep increasing your power like this, eventually becoming nothing more than dumb muscle? Is that how you plan on drowning out the pain?
Terra: Please, talk to us. We're your friends. You've done so much for us, let us do something to help you. Just this once, let us in.
On Terra's request, Jaela Jarlot is continuing Lilly and Feralyn's tour of the ship while she and Lisa deal with Satnak.
Lilly: :twitch: Ok, just to make sure I've got this right. You are Jaela, but not Pontiff Jaela.
Jaela Jarlot: Right.
Lilly: You are exactly the same, except that you come from an alternate time line where the Silver Flame never existed.
JJ: Pretty much. When the time paradox was resolved, I ended up here when my timeline was destroyed.
Lilly: :twitch: *exasperated* How does Terra cope with all this?
Feralyn: I think it helps that she's not entirely sane...
JJ: That's pretty much a requirement to survive on this ship for any length of time. Ok, we're here.
They stop in front of Caralot's room. Jaela knocks and opens the door cautiously, hoping to avoid seeing anything...unpleasant.
Caralot: *sing-song* Who is it~? Can I help you?
JJ: I'm guiding some of Terra's guests around the ship. Thought they should meet you.
Caralot: Oh, come on in!
Caralot is in her lab coat, which is covered in several mysterious stains. Quench sits at her feet, but gets up and bounds over to the guests.
Quench: :love: Arf!
Lilly: *bending down to pet him* Nice to meet you too, Quench.
JJ: This here's Caralot. She's a master of genetic manipulation and enjoys breeding new and unusual creatures.
Feralyn: In other words...a mad scientist.
Caralot: :D
JJ: She hails from an alternate Eberron and is that universes version of Captain Jarlot.
Lilly: Like Jarlot Depp and Michael Jarlot?
JJ: Except that she's actually useful and isn't on Satnak's 'to kill' list. She likes absurdly cute things and is Kanatash's lover.
Caralot: :cloud9: My little Kani-poo...
Feralyn: But he's...and the incorporiality...how-
Lilly: *whispering* Don't ask. She may actually tell us.
Satnak - Whats the big deal, redshirts are filth, crystals are like cockroaches without redeeming qualities, and no one is going to miss Pegasus-Jarlot, or his summon beasts.
Terra - This whole dragon thing scares us.
Lisa - Do you really want this, or is this your broken heart speaking?
Satnak - .... :bigeyes:
Terra - Come on kid talk to us.
Satnak - Why...whats wrong with me? Does she want someone stronger than me? There are others... that smarmy creep Orash, that horrid Tekeg, oh what i'd give to rip out Vingen's spine and make it stick damned wartroll hides. I may not be the strongest, but I'm damned near the top. I could beat any of them if ... if ... I thought she would have me then. What am I without her, I lied to her dammit, I can't handle this... I lied, I need her :weep:
Satnak is currently curled up in a ball on the floor weeping softly.
Terra - Lets get you some chili and a nap, you need to calm down a touch.
Naz'roth lowered his arm. the magical energys receeded once more into the depths of his mind. secretly he was happy that he hadnt needed to use his power, he really didnt whant to have to fight Satnak, not only was she quite capable of dealing Naz'roth some serious harm but also he'd come to think of her as an ally and friend. Naz'roth shuddered, perhaps he'd grown soft in his old age.
Tara: no, your just changing to suit the times my dear.
Naz'roth smiled. she'd always been able to read his thoughts. she didnt even need to enter his mind.
Naz'roth: one needs to be flexible. otherwise they will fall due to their inflexibility. Sa'vor had forgotten this, he needs to learn tha he cant rely on power ro get him out of situations. he has to be smart, he has to think his wat through. not all enemies use brute strenght or magic to accomplish their goals...
Tara: *frown* never underestimate your enemies
Naz'roth: exactly. thats a lesson i learned at the hands of the silverflame. those couatal, they where weakened by the war, and we began to get to self assured in our power. then they struck, by sacrificing them selves the daemon lords, the rajahs and the fiends where either banished or imprisoned.
Tara: so what are you planning?
Naz'roth: im planning nothing. its just a feeling i have. with all this ships power they've forgotten to think in other ways. they dont manipulate, or forge or plot anymore. the smart and clever solutions of the old days are gone. replaced with powerful magics and psionics. i think that they'll soon learn that power isnt the only solution, one can only hope.
Tara: lets not dwell on the future. lets remain in the present.
Naz'roth: yes. lets.
they vanish into the shadows. leaving Terra and Lisa to care for Satnak.
Kithle - I geuss the glorified pit-fiend is right, should never have left these nutters alone that long. Well back to work, ahh theres the chocolate pie engine shcema. Those angels will never see it coming.
Lisa is carrying Satnak back to her old room, while Terra fetches some chili.
Satnak - I'm sorry you two should be working on your wedding, not worrying about me.
Lisa - One thing about this ship, the subcontractors are reliable, these things almost plan themselves. You on the other hand need help.
Silence: Alright Peoples! Let's FOCUS! Today's the day we, like, collect the Tab!
The Crowd in Erk's: GASP! OH NO!
Silence: So like, basically, I read off a person's name and like, how much they owe. Then they pay up in like, twenty-four hours.
TCIE: *mumble*b*tch*mumble*
Silence: OKAY! WHO SAID THAT?!
The Crowd in Erk's Place part extremely quickly revealing a small, somewhat bedraggled redshirt, male, who is now in a gently enlarging puddle of sweat and possibly other liquids.
Silence: *eyes glow darkly* Your name is Gerald Zimpledower and you owe 2000 GP 1 SP and 5 CP to Erk. I can't, like, kill you since you owe over 1000 GP, but that means I can totally torture you until you pay. Or until you complete working off your debt. I, like totally, think that you will make a wonderful bottomless dancer.
Gerald: H-how do you know all of that?
Silence: I AM, like, THE KEEPER OF THE TAB! If I, like, look at you, I can see your name and, like, how much you owe to Erk.
The Crowd: GASP! OH NO!
Gerald: But, I don't want to be a bottomless dancer...
Silence: Then I am totally allowed to hurt you until you do.
Gerald: But... But... but...
Silence jumps of the stage, and as she's in the air her jaws lengthen and her fingers grow foot-long black claws. Her teeth now have grown into massive fangs, dripping with poison. She tackles Gerald, pinning him to the ground with her claws.
Silence: Still don't want to do your job?
Gerald: :surrender :ghosted:
Silence: Like, good.
Silence returns to the podium and begins reading from her list. The bags of gold quickly pile up and the crowd disperses, muttering darkly.
Caralot: Hey, Jaela, Kantash and I are getting together later. You free?
JJ: Sure.
Lilly and Feralyn: :twitch:
JJ: Oh, I just do the photographs.
Feralyn: Must…scrub…brain…
- knock, knock*
Caralot: Who is it?
Saberiel: It's me. I've brought the baby with me.
Caralot: *squeal that nearly punctures everyones' eardrums* Come in, come in!
Saberiel enters, wearing a rather "standard" female outfit. She is carefully cradeling a tiny bundle. Caralot rushes over and picks it up, making various silly noises.
JJ: :yuck: I'm gonna leave before I die.
Lily and Feralyn go over. Caralot stands back from Saberiel to show off the baby, wrapped in…well…let's call it "locally available" leather. The child seems basically like the average pudgy humanoid baby, with two small horns, but it is wrapped up so much that much of the rest of its body can't be seen.
Lily (to Saberiel): So this is yours?
Saberiel: She's mine and Aerith's.
Caralot: :D With a little help from me.
Saberiel: I'm Saberiel, a succubus waitress at Erk's Place and brewer of his stronger liquors.
The baby coos and squirms. There is a noise from its stomach.
Caralot: Stand back.
Feralyn: Wh—
The baby projectile vomits onto the ceiling, which dissolves.
Saberiel: Acid spit.
Lily: How old?
Saberiel: We're not sure.
Feralyn: :confused:
Saberiel: Time has gotten broken so many times on this ship since her birth that it's impossible to be sure. Aerith thinks one to two months.
Lily notices that the wrapped baby is longer than one of her age should be.
Lily: Could I…hold her?
Caralot: Okay!
Saberiel: Be careful, demon children already have teeth when they're born.
Caralot hands over the baby. Lily takes her gingerly, noting the subtle insectoid quality of her eyes and face. Lily slowly unwraps the child, and is surprised to find nothing more odd than a stinger tail and wasp-like wings.
Saberiel: Oh good, she changed back fully while I was carrying her here.
Lily: Changed back? Is she some sort of shapeshifter?
Caralot: Well you might expect that since one of her mothers is a succubus/nymph. But it's very odd, that's not it…
Feralyn (to Saberiel): So you're part fey? How's that happen?
Saberiel: *shrugs* I guess my mother was a horny little b*tch. I never knew her.
Lily: She doesn't have much of Aerith in her.
Saberiel: Well, it's hard to know what to expect from a mating between two such alignmently-opposite beings such as us. If I hadn't decided I wanted to give up being so evil we might never have gotten together.
Feralyn: Say…what is it about this ship that attracts so many lesbians?
Silver: Don't ask, we don't know.
Feralyn: Gah! How'd you do that?
Silver: I'm the resident fertility goddess. I have to be involved in any and all :pile:-related activities.
Caralot: People just ignore all the straight ones: Naz'roth and Tara, Sa'vor and Slip, Norbaz and Andrea…
Silver: Assuming they get over themselves.
Caralot: …Lucky d'Medani, Silence, Devon, (OOC: etc.)
Just then Quench, who had been feeling left out, begins to whine. The baby, upon hearing this, begins to squeal with delight, and manages to crawl out of Lily's arms. A weird change comes over her: her legs and tail grow into a socrpion body, her torso and head become like a wasp, and she grows some odd clawed appendages from her shoulders. She leaps off Lily and lands on Quench. The two of them begin fighting furiously, until finally the baby ends up on Quench's back and they ride off together into the halls of the ship.
Feralyn: I'll go after them.
Saberiel: No. They're probably just going to annoy someone. It'll keep everyone on their toes. Evilness knows this ship could use it.
Lily: Oh, I just realized I never asked her name.
Saberiel: Oh, we're still working on that.
Krozen sits silently in his private cabin in the lightning rail car on his way to rendezvous with the Forgotten Freedom. He couldn't take any of his guards with him and was travelling incognito. The fallout from this would be hard enough to contain without someone blabbing about specifics.
Damn that child! She had been nothing but a thorn in his side since she was conceived. Being the daughter of the Queen made it impossible to just kill her, locking her away in that monastary had backfired when she became a Paladin. Her violent temper had played into his hands in discrediting her, but he was never truly safe from what she represented. He would have to see how she reacted to him upon his arrival. Perhaps the memory of the 'incidents' were still enough to keep her under wraps...
The car shuddered from a massive explosion. The Cardinal was thrown from his seat as flames danced about him. Ran out to the hall and saw he was the only one without major injuries. The heat and smoke blinded him as he stumbled towards the exit. When he got there, he opened the door and moved to jump out.
He fell forward, falling halfway out the door as someone grabbed his ankle. Lifting himself up, he saw a bloody hand holding him. He tried to kick it off, but in vain. With tremendous strength, it pulled him back into the burning car. When he saw the face attached to it, his heart nearly stopped. Underneath the horrible head wound and zombie-like face, he saw Lisa as she is now. Her eyes were full of hate and malice as she cluched at him. He saw movement off to the right and looked up. A teenage girl, also zombified, stared back at him. This one looked like Lisa when she had entered into training as a Paladin. Behind her was an old woman. Lisa's wrinkled face looked out from underneath the dead eyes. On his left, he saw a middle aged zombie woman, also with Lisa's face. Right next to him, a little girl appears, this one normal looking. She looks like Lisa when he had first...
Lisa: *in tears* Why?! Why do you hate me so?! What did I ever do to you?!
Too startled to respond, he stared at her blankly. The zombies claw at him, the pain coursing through his body as the little girl continued to cry.
Lisa: All I ever wanted was a father! I loved you, despite the way you shunned me. I kept hoping you would come back!
He finally finds his voice amidst the pain.
Krozen: Augh! I never wanted you! Nothing but a filthy little mistake! Grah! You should never have been born!
He begins coughing up blood as the zombie's continue to tear at his flesh. Lisa stands there sobbing. The pain grows too much for him to bear. Yet, he somehow remains conscious.
Lisa: *softly while sobbing* Why? Why did you do that to me? I trusted you. I thought you had finally come to take me with you. You violated the most sacred trust, that between a parent and their child! *her voice grows to a rage* You betrayed me!
The pain redoubles, and he still remains conscious. Something is forcing him to bear suffering beyond his capacity.
Lisa: I won't let you escape this. You will feel all of the pain you have caused me. Only then can you truly understand the sin you have committed...
Krozen wakes with a start. The lightning rail has stopped, passengers are walking by the door. It takes him a moment to adjust. He is unharmed, the rail is functioning smoothly. He is dripping with sweat, and his palms are bloody from clenching them so tight.
Krozen: *holding his head* A nightmare...?
In the back of his mind, he knows it is only the first of many...
Aboard the FF, Satnak sleeps soundly in her bed, Lisa and Terra are on the floor. Lisa had fallen asleep as they watched over Satnak, her head resting in Terra's lap. She slowly stroked Lisa's hair, a few tears sliding down both their cheeks. Terra had watched as she had had another nightmare, the same one she'd had every night since she had sent the invitation to Krozen. The thought of seeing her father again had brought back some long buried memories.
Terra: *whispering* Don't worry, love, I'm here. We will get through this. I will see you free from this pain, no matter how long it takes...
While waiting to leave with Nalfein, Cuddles is hunting Redshirts. He moves onto the deck of the ship and sees Marish sunbathing.
Cuddles: :smirk: Lunch.
Cuddles moves silently across the ship and almost gets to her without her seeing him.
Marish: :eek: [SIZE=5]DOG!!![/SIZE]
She runs away with Cuddles gaining fast. She looks for a place to hide, and sees none, so she climbs up the ships mast. Cuddles runs over to the mast and starts "barking". He sees that she is too far up to get, so he runs back and starts to ram the mast. After a bit he causes the mast to splinter and fall over, before it falls over Marish jumps off and runs into the bowels of the ship. Swearing, Cuddles runs off after her. After they are gone, Jarlot and Ketler come to the deck to see what happened.
Jarlot: The hell?
Ketler: I know. Why, again, do we have a mast?
Jarlot: Huh?
Ketler: We're on an air ship. We have no need for a mast.
Jarlot: Do you not see the giant reck that is the deck?!?
Ketler: Yes, but I'm just wondering why we have a mast in the first place.
Jarlot: Well...I...uh...
Ketler: What purpose does it serve? Earl moves the ship, so there's no need for sails, and there's no point in having a lookout...
Jarlot: It's a pirate thing.
Ketler: In the same way that cloning is?
Jarlot: Shut up.
Marish: Ooooooohhhhh, Spleen Eater, you naughty boy. :cloud9:
Spleen Eater: Woof. :D
Quench: :devil:
Lisa - Huh? I'm up, I'll make breakfast :confused:
Lisa - *yawn* oh right, is she still out.
Terra - Yes, apparently the emotional trauma is getting to her.
Lisa - Poor kid, its easy to forget she's barely an adult by half-elf standards.
Terra - Yes that the thing we all missed, she's so powerful, and dangerous we forget how young she is. She hung pretty mach all her dreams of her future on someone for almost half her life, no wonder she's having trouble now. I wish I understood this ritual better.
Lisa - There are papers all over the room, you still have the one from under the door right? See if it has a page number.
A few minute later.
Terra - Well this is interesting... This substitution is experimental and unstable. The essay mentions Forbes as a unique case due to his lycanthropy it acted as a stabilizer for the final form and provided the emotional controls as well. Most of th other cases aren't pretty, driven to a ravening monster by the pain of the transformation, sometitmes if the substitutioon isn't done exactly right a vital organ or limb might explode. THis one guy ended up with skull shrapnel in both lungs. ... Ok I'm burning this page.
all around Krozen theres an inky blackness. before him stands Sa'vor, his face passive, but in his eyes, a pure unbridled hatred rages unchecked. its fires seem to consume the colourless eyes that he bears. Sa'vors right hand clenches and unclences. static bolts flow between his fingers.
Krozen fights down the aura of fear that this figure creates and speaks,
Krozen: who are you? where is this place?
Sa'vor: my name is unimportant. you wouldnt renember it. this place, is in fact your dream. i've hijacked it for a while.
Krozen: *examins Sa'vor, notes the millitary badge* you faught for Cyre. intresting. why are you here?
Sa'vor: *sadistic smile* im here for pay back, im here to remind you that for everything you do,theres retrabution. im here to remind you of the souls you took. of the tourtures that you've commanded. of the blood thats been spilled, of the innocents that have died
Krozen: *examining Sa'vor again* from what i can tell, you need that yourself.
Sa'vor: *even eviler smile* you and your kind made me what i am today, you are the ones that gave me these ... thirsts... these feelings, this mind. partly because of you i am what i am. the rest of the blame lies with my father, though i suspect he's already dead.
Krozen: was he dragon or elf?
Sa'vor: elf. if you whant to know what started me down this path, it was my father abandoning me, i knew i would never live up to my mothers bloodline, so i followed the elven one. the elves of valenar arnt a forgiving race, to them i was unpure. an aberration, i wasnt even allowed in the towns. i had to stick to villages, and teach my self the skills that i required. the adults shunned me ... or avioded me the best they could. but the children... children arnt so forgiving about those whom are different. its the mortal xenophobia thats bred into them. in most societies it would be the weak one, or the smart one, or the spotty one or the one whom looked completly different. but for the village near me it was me, it was the one whom bore scales. they used to gather in mobs, and pelt me with stones. until one day, my cousin stabbed me in the shoulder with a hot iron from the forge. i killed him. i tore his heart from his chest with my claws. and i gave in to the darkness, i ate his still warm heart.
Krozen: *now captivated by the tale* and after?
Sa'vor: i was disgusted with myself. i'd given in to my primal side, somthing i should never have done. i spent many years training my mind in my mothers lair, thats where the daemonic energies began to twist my form. but it wasnt utill a long while before i was pushed futher along the path once more. for a group of Silver flame paladins had infiltrated my mothers lair, they slew her. and left me dying in a pool of my own and her blood. i got possessed by the imprisoned Daemon. and i wandered. eventualy i was sucked into the last war, where i faught either alongside the 122nd infantry or as an assassin. after a job in thrane, a bunch of your paladins tracked me down. under your orders they slaughtered my Cousins, the Darkscales. twenty two innocent lives lost that night. six children, seven teenagers, eight adults. my whole family was now dead.
Krozen: it was part of the war. civilains are always lost.
Sa'vor: yes. but this was in cold blood. they had done nothing to you, they even invited the paladins to dinner. they paladins killed them while they slept. but they hadnt got me. and now, im here to give you a reminder that unlike me, your still human. you are not irredemable. now you have to face the concequences of your actions.
Sa'vor raised a hand, and before Krozens eyes, the images of the dead darkscales appeared. a mother, her throat slit, drowining in her own blood. a teenager, his head cut in two. a baby, its cries comeing out as gurgles as a pair of hooded paladins drowned it in a puddle of water. a child pushed into an open fire, screaming in pain as the flames consumed her body. the flames fed on her clothing and form, but even as the flames consumed her Krozen saw the eyes, the eyes staring at him. lancing through his very soul, the fear, the hatred, the anguish. more and more images flashed before Krozens eyes, until he had seen every one of the Darkscales die. then Sa'vor lowered his hand and waited for krozen to speak.
Krozen turned to Sa'vor and spoke. Krozen: if im human still. show me what you are like
Sa'vor nodded, and raised his hand. magic crackeled around them as an image formed. Sa'vor stood in the centre of a raging battle. his dual mindblades lashing out in the form of two wicked Kamas. they sycthed and danced with Sa'vor. whos grace was inhuman. he slashed at a throat, and red blood splattered against his face. Sa'vor laughed and licked the spray. he contunued to fight, his blades cutting the flesh in unholy ways. sometimes he would stab a foe, and stare into his eyes as he watched the life flow from him. Krozen felt the bloodlust of Sa'vor flow through him, the sadistic joy of slaughter, the taste of blood. the redrimmed vision. the utter hatered and anguish, the inhuman feelings. he shuddered and backed away.
Sa'vor let the images fade away.
Sa'vor: That is what i can be. that is what i am. but even with those feelings, i am still mortal. i worry, i feel sadness, i desire revenge. but, inside, there is a darkness. and that darkness has a grip on me, i cannot fight it ever. i am its slave. realise this Krozen, you may be a monster. but inside, your still a child. you are a coward, and you always shall be. and a warning, for when you board the forgotten freedom. if you ruin Lisa's wedding in anyway, you'll see how much pain i can truly cause.
Krozen: why do you protect her in this way?
Sa'vor: because, after what you've done to her. she deserves some happyness. and because she's a good person. there arnt that many of them anymore. also, because i need some redeeming qaulities about me.
***
Somewhere in Sharn.
a watchman walks along his night partrol. as usual things are pretty quiet. the shadows dance and weave near his lantern. rain drips from the buildings. the glow of all the moonds has been silenced by the shroud of clouds. their black forms like the harbingers of sorrow. a silvery clatter echos from an ally nearby. the watchman draws his cross bow, his heart pounding in his chest, he steps forwards and enters the allyway,
Night Watchman: All right. i know your in there, come out with your hands up
the shadows in the ally move, and from it emerges a tall figure, wearing black robes and a hood, his legs are alos bound in black cloth. he stands over seven feet in hight. his gloved hands are swarthed in black gloves, nither hold a weapon, instead of a normal face, this one is smooth and featureless, all it shows is a slight suggestion of a nose. the rest is the colour of platinum and reflects the light. the figures cloak flutters out behind it.
the night watch man fires. the creature dodges with an unearthly grace, it raises a hand and knockes the Watchman backwards, he lys sprawled on the floor, with the figure standing over him.
Night Watchman: who are you?
the figure speaks. in a whispered voice.
The Figure: i am The Dream Weaver.
it lowers a hand and touches the watchmans forehead. the watchman shudders and goes still. The Dream Weaver vanishes into the night.
After Sa'vor leaves his dreams Krozan feels as if he is begining to awaken. Suddenly however he feels a sudden sense of vertigo and all goes black. When the world comes back into focus he find himself in a very different place. He lies atop a patch of yellowish dirt, and as he lies there he can feel the ground gently swell and receed uncanily like breathing. As he looks around he sees the patch of ground he lies on is surrounded on all sides by open sky, sky with bloodred clouds. Looking directly away from the ground he also sees what seems like a massive landmass the size of a continent surrounded by sky blue seas. He would like to describe the land as being "above" him but he is unable to shake the feeling that it is really "below" despite the seeming gravity holding him against the patch of yellow soil. Suddenly a voice behind him speaks up.
Voice: Beatiful isn't it?
Krozen spins around to find a lone Kalashtar standing before him. The is an undeniably unearthly aura about him even without the fact that he is partly translucent and hung upside down, at least from Krozen's perspective, in mid air. He seems completely at home and natural in this landscape and his eyes blaze brightly with a void of absolute darkness, an void which promises suffering beyond anything a mortal mind can comprehend.
Krozan: Who the **** are you, where the **** am I, and what the **** is going on!
Kanatash: Me? Oh I'm just what you might call an aquaintance of your daughter and a friend of the one she is to marry. This, (guestures about him) is the perfection of Xoriat. I wanted to have a word with you so I hyjacked you dreamself from Dal Quor and brought it somewhere I was a bit more "comfertable."
Krozan: So is this another warning like the one I recieved from that Half-dragon? I do believe I got the point he was trying to make when he played his mind games with me.
Kanatash: First, my purpose in this is quite different from his. Second, that "half-dragon" you refer to is an amature in the art of mind games compared to myself. For example I could say anchor your dreamself to Xoriat so you would come here everytime you slept and trust me what you see here is only a sample of the potential of Xoriat.
The blood red clouds suddenly break above him and blue liquid rains down upon Krozen, a liquid which despite it's color he somehow knows is blood. Wherever this blood lands, including upon Krozen's skin, small black plants begin to sprout almost immediately. These plants quickly bud off small egg-like pods which hatch only moments later into severed human tongues which leak bluish blood as the slither over Krozen, attempiting to crawl into his mouth. Krozen attempts to bat the things away with only limited success.
Kanatash: (while Krozen still struggles with the tongues) And that would be one of my less inspired attempts to break your mind. I have an entire plane of madness to draw upon as well as some planes which don't even exist.
The tongues have by now managed to work together to imobilize Krozen by pinning his arms in legs. One particularly large and grotesque tongue is crawling up Krozen's chest with painful sluggishness towards Krozen's mouth which is held open by two other tongues. Krozen's eyes are wide with terror. Just as the tongue is about to plunge into Krozen's mouth Kanatash waves his hand and they release Krozen in unison before burrowing into the ground. After a moment Krozen manages to gather himself and rise.
Krozen: (panting and visibly shaken) So if you're not here to give me the same warning as the half-dragon, why, precisely, are you here?
Kanatash: (leaning close so Krozen can see clearly into the abysses that are his eyes) Because I enjoy it. I enjoy watching your terror, your confusion, your growing hysteria, and I would enjoy nothing more than completely, utterly, and permantly destroying all traces of what you would call sanity. I am the physical embodyment of madness and upon the Forgotten Freedom I am fear by all but the greatest of the ubers. Being given over to me is one of the greatest punishments that can ever be sentanced upon a crew member. Knowing all that I have but one thing you must ask yourself, if you ruin or even moderately disrupt your daughter's wedding, would she hesitate to turn you over to me? If she won't do it, what about her fiancée, who I am such good friends with? Now that I have left you with that thought I believe I shall leave you, perhaps you shall awaken before "they" arive.
Krozen: (voice cracking) "They?"
Kanatash simply smiles and vanishes leaving Krozen alone. Suddenly the ground rumbles as massive tongue-like tentacles erupt from below. They wrap around Krozen and begin to drag him benieth the earth.
Fade to black...
Krozen's hooded form steps onto the Forgotten Freedom. This was something that only a few days ago he would have thought inconceivable. Yet here he was. He had already been introduced to three of the crew in a rather unpleasant matter, and was not looking forward to meeting the rest.
The following scenes are unfolding on and around the deck:
Squishy: *runs past* Get away from me!
Chalky: *in hot pursuit, drooling* Must...eat...Squishy...
Muradin: MURADIN SMASH!!!
Chalky: HOLY CRAP! *dodge*
Saberiel: Come to mommy!
Baby: *squeal*
Quench: Ruff! :inlove:
John: So, all I'm saying...
Random Redshirt: *stabbing noises* GRAUGH!!! THE SPIKES!!!
John: ...is that if you took a good, long look...
RR: *yet more stabbing noises* Hurk...guh...blood...feeling dizzy...
John: ...at where your life is headed...
RR: *further stabbing noises* Gurgle...sputter...
John: ...you'll realize that- Oh not again! Why won't Dad give me arms? :weep:
Tifa: Wheeze...cough...gag...
Beryl: You're doing well, dear. Try a little more pressure on the spinal column in addition to the wind pipe.
P/Y/R: Okay!
Sakura: Let go of my leg, Ketler!
Ketler: NOOOOOOO!!! Please!!! Just once?! :bigeyes:
Jarlot: *gets a crobar and pries him off her* What did I say about touching her?!
Ketler: :weep:
Jarlot pulls out a bottle of Liquid Keelhaul and forces Ketler to drink it.
Ketler: GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
Silence: That was, like, sooooo deep and stuff.
Devon: If you like, I have more in my room...
[SIZE=4]*PIMP SLAP OF DOOM*[/SIZE]
Kanatash: *fleeing for his life* WHO IN KHYBER'S SOCK DRAWER LET THEM OUT?!?!?!?!?!?!
Crystals: YEAH KANATASH!!! YOU ARE, LIKE, THE GREATEST!!!
Amish Dave: Nein! Nein geh shtupid! Ge shtolen!
Jarlot Sr.: What?
Amish Dave: Shomeone ish shtealing mine buttah chunah!
Jarlot Sr.: What?! Someone stole your churn?! Now how the hell am I supposed to get my fix?!
Aerith: *walking up beside him* Nice of you to join us. I do hope you'll enjoy your stay, Cardinal.
Upon hearing his title, most of the crew look up.
Crew: :OMG! :devil: :plotting: :evillaugh :schemes:
Krozen: :twitch: :twitch: :twitch: :twitch:
Kithle - I got the camera you guys start on him now.
Krozen - Oh....crap
Volrath grabs Krozen, and pulls him into a side hallway.
Volrath: Don't mind them. They are just a tad aggressive. I am the best man of your daughter's fiance. Due to room shortages you will have to share with me.
Krozen: :ahem:
Volrath: Oh, don't worry. It's not like that. If it were you'd be rooming with Doog. In fact take this ring as a symbol of good will.
As Volrath slips the ring onto Krozen's finger, it releases blades into his flesh. Thus making removal impossible. Volrath opens a nearby door and pushes Krozen into it. Standing inside Krozen see an unnaturally pale elf holding two flencing knive, a mindflayer that is holding an impossibly large meat cleaver, a small beholder who's tongue is much longer than it should be, an incredibly attractive winged woman, and a cloaked man with an aura of regality, hatred burning in each of their eyes. The elf, minflayer, and beholder, begin cutting and piercing and ripping his body, but no matter how much they destroy, his body is healed back to normal within seconds. After what seems to be days, but has really only been a few hours, Volrath dismisses the all except the woman and cloaked man from the room. The woman body warps into a that of Lisa, when she was a little girl. Krozen jumps back and tries frantically to open the door.
Krozen: :gah: No, get away from me!
little girl Lisa: Do you not want me any more daddy? :devil:
Tentacles rip out of Lisa's frail pre-teen body. She continues walking toward him. She is smiling in a way little girls shouldn't be able to. Krozen looks up at the cloaked man. His face is filled with hatred and at the same time a sense of righteous karma.
Lisa: Come here daddy!
Krozen feels a slippery cold tentacle caress his flesh...
Kithle - Volrath Terra Told you to play nice, glad i picked up modify memory. *kizzip*
Krozen - Ugh how did i get here?
Kithle - *Microcosm* Now Volrath clean this up and Let me do the talking from now on.
Drags Kroen out of the room and back on deck were the mor elight hearted torture can begin.
Kithle - Besides you were hogging it. :P
Kanatash floats in just as Kithle leaves and smacks Volrath in the head.
Kanatash: What in Xoriat were you thinking! Why didn't you invite me!? I could have shielded the room from Kithle you idiot! Nice work with the elf/Lisa thing there though, you've definately got potential kid.
Kanatash then promptly floats out again to go restart the mind games with Krozen.
The following is posted on the boards next to the rules:
Announcement from Captain Jarlot to the Crew of the Forgotten Freedom
Until further notice, Captain Jarlot wishes it known that all rules do not apply should they directly hinder any and all tortuous activities upon High Cardinal Krozen, provided these activities do not result in permenant bodily harm or excess mental trauma upon his person. Any and all activities normally prohibited by the rules are still punishable by, but not limited to, regular, liquid, or mental keelhauling, or any combination of the three, should they not directly involve the aforementioned acts of torment, unless prior approval of the Captain is obtained.
Under no circumstances is Lisa allowed to read this. That is all.
-Reman Wescal
Krozen crawls along one of the halls in the Forgotten Freedom. He's pouring blood all over the floor from numerous contusions, cuts, and explosive craters in his flesh. Krozen: [SIZE=1]help me...[/SIZE]
Klaz walks out of the closet followed by several abberations who look very tired. He slaps them on the wxlschlorp, they turn and wink several of their eyes and make a gesture that could mean "Oh you kid..."
Vrin pops out of nowhere with his Camera.
Krozen: [SIZE=1]help meee... please... i beg of you... get me out of here...[/SIZE]
Klaz: Crikey, those boys know how to have a good time!
Vrin: Uh... Hunh.
Klaz: *turns* Bloody Hell! What have we here? IT LOOKS LIKE A CARDINAL, MATES! Cardinals are a pretty rare species, chums! In fact, there are less than a hundred o' this variety left in the wild! Now I'm going to try and touch 'im! I'm a trained professional so that means I'm completely out o' me mind.
Krozen: [SIZE=1]wait... where did you come from? hey! I don't know where that hand's been...[/SIZE] GAAAAH!
Klaz: Hmmm... Me 'and must still be covered in Aboleth mucus... Oh well, lets do it again, old bean! Now 'old still you little shiela!
Vrin: Dude, we're out of film.
Klaz: What? Oh well, I wanted to get this bit on tape, but that's life in'it? Cardinal, I'm going to show sumfin, just wait a sec.
Krozen: Flame take me now...
Klaz unraps a small roll of paper and reveals it to Cardinal Krozen.
Krozen: What?! Jaela? NOOOOOOOOO!
Krozen is left attempting break through the floor with his pelvis while making strange grunting noises.
Klaz: I think ee's enjoying it, mate!
Chalky - (in a human form) I have a bone to pick with you flamer. (shift to wolf-like form)
Krozen - A Werewolf?!!
Chalky - *bites*
Krozen - AHHHHHHHHHHHH bring me monkshood and silver right now -runs screaming down the corridor-
Vrin - I thought you were just a changeling? :confused:
Chalky - I am, but he doesn't know that and now he's gonna be spending the rest of the day getting over a nasty dose of wolf'sbane laced with paint thinner :D .
Vrin - What is it with you and paint?
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