Forgotten Freedom:86
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Meanwhile as Kanatash's "physical" body has been causing the standard mayhem around the FF his psyche has been exploring the mind of his unconscious creator. He is in a place where most, if not all, of the secrets of his universe along with the secrets of his past, present, and future. A place offering nigh unlimited knowledge and power...
Kanatash: Sweet Jaela I'm bored.
...or maybe not.
Kanatash: I swear I can't figure out this guy. He's clearly out of his mind, he created me after all, but for the love of the deranged lords I can't figure out why. Normal childhood, normal adolescence, there are a few odd ball relative's but they're not crazy enough to suggest it was genetic. The only thing I can come up with is that he's so sane it drove him crazy.
He glances around at his surroundings. They appear to be simple, whitewashed hallways with numerous doors. Each door has a simple lable such as "childhood memories", "future plans", or "intimant details of Kanatash's sex life". The last has at least half a dozen locks on it and has has been welded shut, aparently even the owner of these memories doesn't want to contemplate them two deeply.
Kanatash: I suppose as long as I'm here I should see if I can find out anything else intersesting. Let's see... "The meaning of life", that sounds interesting.
He yanks open the door revealing a completely white empty space occupied by only by a pair of symols. Those symbols rise hundreds of feet above the ground and are ablaze with roaring flames the give off the illumination of a thousand thousand suns. Those symbols are... 42.
Kanatash: (closing the door) :bored: Ok, he's not even TRYING to be origional now. Alright then how about... (glances around) Oooooooh, this has potential.
He yanks open a door with a simple lable, "WARNING. DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE. IF OPENED CONTENTS WILL BE RELEASED ONTO THE FORGOTEN FREEDOM." (alright I lied, the lable isn't simple, bite me) As the door opens a blinding flash of light forces Kanatash to shield his eyes. A low chuckle echoes from beyond the threshold followed by dog-like yip. Out of the light steps a scaly, diminutive humanoid. A Kobold.
PUN-PUN: Free at last! :evillaugh
Kanatash: Oh, dear. I'm going to get into so much trouble for this. :smirk: It might just be worth it though...
Meanwhile, on the Elemental Plane of Booze:
Booze Elemental 1: Say, what do you think this sense of impending doom is?
Booze Elemental 2: I'm not sure, but I know we won't like it...
A short distance away, Terra and Lisa materialize.
Terra: Well, this is unexpected. I was aiming for Risia... (Plain of Ice)
Lisa: Did we take a wrong turn or something?
Terra: It's possible. Why don't we ask someone?
Seeing the two Elementals, they head over. The Elementals look up, startled.
Lisa: Um, excuse me...?
BE 1: H-hello travelers, what brings you he-
BE 2: *cutting him off* Wait. Are you two from Eberron?
Terra: Yeah...
BE 2: Then...have you heard of the Forgotten Freedom?
Lisa: Uh-huh. We're members of the crew.
BE 1 & 2: :blink: :eek: :OMG! RUN AWAY!!!!!!
They tear off into a full run towards some of their fellows, screaming at the top of their lungs. Or whatever Elementals use to talk.
Terra: Wait! What's going on?
BE 1: FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!! THE APOCALYPSE IS UPON US!!!!
BE 2: THE DEVOURERS HAVE COME AT LAST!!!! ALL IS FOR NAUGHT!!!!
A portals opens up, catching another Elemental as it runs in terror from the confused duo. The bound one writhes in agony, making gurgling noises.
BE 1: NOOOOO!!! THEY GOT LITTLE TIMMY!!!!
Once the Elemental is drained, an eye appears in the portal.
Muradin: Hi guys!!!
Terra: WTF! Muradin!
Lisa: Of course! The Endless Decanters of Ale connect here!
Terra: How's it going?
Muradin: Muradin helping buddies smash firey bad guys.
Nalfein: *from somewhere behind Muradin* Damnit, Muradin! Stop drinking and help us!
Muradin: :( Ok... Bye!
The portal closes, leaving the two alone again.
Lisa: And yet, somehow, this trip is still less wierd than a day on the ship...
Bunny: Just be lucky Silver isn't here.
OOC: I thought I told you never to address me unless I'm in OOcat mode!!
Bunny: Bite me. I dare you.
13: So now Satnak gets to be messed with like Norbaz?
Bunny's commentator chair: (cricket chirp. empty.)
13: DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO DO A COMMENTARY BY YOURSELF?
Enter Ninja Jaela 26 because she hasn't been used in a while.
Mendova (to male customer ;) ): I see you're new here. Allow me to demonstrate what I do to impetuous newcomers!
- CRASH*
NJ26: I think I'm in love. :love:
Bunny: Is this going to be another female/female relationship?
NJ26: Nah, I'm celebate. I just have got to learn those moves.
Bunny: Ketler's going to ber vvvvvvveeeeeeerrrrrrry afraid. :devil:
As Terra and Lisa ready to depart from the plane of booze, they see an illithid ridding the waves of the plane on a long board. He passes them by.
Illithid: Ritious! Ritious!
On a chain around its neck is the symbol of Thyrs.
N(arrative)E(lement)E(xplanation)B(ird): Arrr. I be havin' a feelin' that this be a set-up for a runnin' gag.
The air is quiet, somberly still, texutred with a quiet babble of crouds that swells into an echo as they enter a large chamber that conects several levels by way of a wide curving starcase, helterskeltered with banisters polished by time. Guards line the walls, in unforms of the Sharn watch. In the centre, guarded by a glass case and six squat pillars is the Tear of Breland, Khavores Largest saphire, of incalculable worth. It is a normal day. Normal that is untill the shattering of a skylight fills the museum with wailing alarms. Amid the noise a sleek agile figure drips to the landing below, Soulmelds shimmer over a fine Glamor weave shirt.
Guards surge up the stars towards him on both sides of the Kanding, bellowing comands to stop. He waits, smmothly drawing a heavy crossblow with a 5 bolt clip alraedy loaded from within his cape. Closer and closer the guards get. He leaps neatly on to the banister, beggins to slide, shoots once, twice, thrice desending, striken guards tumbeling down the stairs they were climbing, geting in the others way.
He fires a fourth time at the Glass case over the gem, braeking it. The casings of the pillars taht suround it fall away, inside stacks of crossbows are revealed, they spin and fire, filling the air with a sound like a swarm of angry hornets. He shifts his weight, reaches the end of the banister with a fluid leap taht cartwheels him to the plinth, snaching the gem as he twists his body between the storm of bolts, and then into a long smooth roll to a long hallway that ends in a balcony.
A sombre Dwarf in Kundark livery guards the way, backed by more Guards, no way to pass.
Dwarf: "It seems your luck has run out, Mr Random. Throw down your weapon." Chanse Random "You want me to thrw down my weapon?" looks at the crossbow he holds in shooting stance "This weapon? In front of you?" [incredulose] Dwarf "That is precicely what I want mr Random" Chanse "Ok" :plotting: he throws the crossbow at the tiled floor, seeting off the last bolt, with wines into the air, severs the ropes holding the chandelear hanging above the guards, they scatter.
Chanse emits a green glow taht folows his motions in a wash of solarisation, he ducks, rolls grabbing his crossbow as he discards the clip, begins to run with flickering speed to the balcony, leaps like a diver.
The air is filled with the shattering crash of the chandelears impact, the Dwarf first to his feet grabs up the discarded clip, sees wrighting, frowns 'What kind of stinker puts [COLOR=Red]e[/COLOR]xplosave runes on a thing like this?' he reads before the explosion.
Chanse Lands rolls to a stop on the deck of an airship, in one hand the gem, the other his weapon. He sees the Name upon the prow, mutters to himself "The Forgotten Freedom?" :help:
Layla: So what I have two twin sisters now?
OOChrys:Ah such is the way of Chaos, Just be Glad your not a Clone or an Alt... What's a Pun-Pun?
Beryl: I think it a Kobold... Hey when are you going to get to me turning the DreadHold in to a Pirate ship?
P/Y/R: Hey at lest he hasn't forgotten about you yet!
OOChrys: Look You be in my Next Plot... you know the one where you take Volrath to meet your other mother.
Ketler has finished the book tears are streaming down his face.
Ketler: Poor Ertai. :weep: *wipes tear from his face* Well better get back to the task at hand. Should I do it? I would have to play party to the murder of an innocent person, but I get to see her naked and get to creat an amazingly complex robot.
A voice sounds in Ketler's head.
Volrath: Ketler this is a prerecorded message planted in your mind to activate when you finish the book. First off I'd like to say that if you are even considering helping me right now without hearing the changes I have made to the process you are a horrible vile person. That being said I will now list the changes. First she will live through it. Second she will be given pain-killers during the operation. Third their will be a chip inserted into her brain that allows me limited control. This operation will, I believe, cause her to live a better life than she has right now for a few reasons. First she will be more resistant to injury and on the FF that is important. Second she will be able to resist orders from Terrek if they go extremely against her nature or if they would end up hurting me or you. Thridly it will allow her something of her own personality. She will still strive to please Satnak, but it will not consume every aspect of her life. All of the supplies you'll need are hidden under your bed.
Ketler looks under his bed and gets to work.
Volrath - I didn't do it, please don't sic the squirrel on me!!
Kithle - I know what Terrek did, I know what your planning. You think your helping, but your really compounding the sin. We need more info, before we act here. Besides Satnak is perceptive in her way, she considers Serene her responsibility as long as she is showing her around, regardless of anything else she will do her best to return Serene to her Father with no damage should trouble arise. Needless to say Satnak's best would probably vaporize you. Don't be rash here, we need to talk to dear old dad.
Volrath - Ah the plotting, I do so love the plotting.
A small cat hides in the shadows on deck, her tail lashing. It had a squirrel in its sights, and didn't really care about the mini demonic chocobo it was riding. It would probably make a nice dessert, though. The cat pounced... and was caught by Caralot. Caralot: Now when did this cute cat get onboard? :lightbulb Who cares? It could be so much cuter if I... :plotting: Cat: :eek: The cat begins struggling immensely. However, Caralot keeps her grip, and they are getting closer and closer to her dreaded lab. Suddenly, the cat is gone, and a young halfling-like girl is bounding away. Later, the girl is hiding somewhere inside an abandoned storeroom. Girl: Note to self: NEVER get anywhere Crazy Mad Scientist Lady ever again. NEVER! AGAIN! Chili starts bubbling out of a huge pot. Girl: Oh ****! You can't even find a place to hide for five minutes on this ship!
Volrath: Kithle how did you get here?
Kithle: Teleported.
Volrath: Ah, I would just like to say Serene is a bard and therefore needs all the improvement she can get. Besides with Igor doing the sewwing the scars would be almost nonexistant.
Kithle: I still say it's a dumb idea. Just follow along for awhile I've got something really good planned.
Volrath: Alright I'll give your plan a shot. Wherever you're going I'll follow with a projected image.
OOC: Rampant remember that Volrath isn't actually on the ship. Other than that do whatever you want.
Meanwhile on board the FF. The keel and the elemental ring are deep in conversation.
John: I've been wondering since the C'tan were able to get into Eberron, do you think that any other Warhammer 40k races could get through.
Earl: Shh. The entities from beyond non-existance might here you.
John: Okay, anyways about your early question about the underwear shortage...
Fluffy - Meow ( Diamond Chains )
The chili is frosted over and bound by sheets of ice.
Fluffy - Meow (This way) *yoink*
Slaypaw follows just as the chili breaks free.
Fluffy leads Slaypaw and hot on her heels comes the chili until fluffy leads them right into a squirrel ambush.
Slaypaw - AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII
As the tide of squirrels and their mounts bears past her Slaypaw notices they are riding ocelots and more mini demon chocobo, and more importantly that they seem more focused on the chili.
Slaypaw - Note to self, the chili is alive and the squirrels have built an advanced civilization. This ship is insane.
Fluffy - Sniff-sniff meow ( who are you and where is your cat? )
Kithle - *knockknock* I know you're in there Terrek, Don't make me tell her.
Terrek - *Opens door* Alright come in, shut the door behind you.
Kithle - Much better, now Volrath don't touc-
CRASH
Volrath - :embarrass hehe
Kithle - anything *sigh*... Anyway (hands Volrath a small broom and a dustpan) I'm concerned about this Serene creature, you created.
Terrek - Go bother Sa'vor he remade a whole species.
Kithle - I know Sa'vor he would never try to control his children the way you seem to be. Is Serene a person or a string of programming?
Terrek: Hold on. Let me make sure no one can hear us. (Waves hands, says arcane words, etc.) Ok, here’s the deal. First off, the only reason either of you know about this is because I let you. I’m a god on my own plane and hence nothing happens there without my say so. I figured I wasn’t the only one that realized that Satnak can’t be allowed to just run rampant; hence I allowed you two to understand what was going on. Second, Serene is her own person. I programmed her base personality and created her from the bottom up from the brain-dead body of Jonny the Retarded Illithid. She is entirely my creation and in a very literal way, my daughter. I decided that she should carry my highly advanced genetics. She is what a female version of me would look like without all of my grafts, but she is indeed her own person. Her personality and life are her own now and she will develop on her own. Third, I hold no direct control over her actions now. While I did program her to look at me as a father figure; and hence trust me more than “just as a creator;” I do not have any means of directly controlling her actions outside of the normal magic at my disposal. Fourth and lastly, I wouldn’t want to control her directly. Though I usually keep myself emotionally detached from my various projects, I’ve put so much time and effort into creating her that I can’t help but harbor fatherly feelings toward her; she does after all carry my genes. The other thing is, provided she and Satnak do fall in love as I intended, I definitely don’t want to control her. If I did, Satnak would certainly find out and then, not only would the plan fail, but Satnak would try and kill me. Worse, she might succeed despite my recent power acquisitions.
In short, no I’m not controlling Serene and yes she is her own person. Anything else?
Kanatash: Oh dear Tibbit, you must come with me.
Slaypaw: "Dear Tibbit"? Are you asking for a fight, cuz I'll gladly rip out your throa-
Kanatash: If that is what you wish, but first we must eat. Oh dear, it appears to be rather windy, do be careful.
Slaypaw: Uh... Wha-
Kanatash: I know a lovely hostel, but you must be properly attired first.
Slaypaw: Properly Att-
Kanatash puts a lampshade on Slaypaw's head.
Kanatash: That should keep the wind off. Now, to brunch.
Slaypaw: A LAMPSHA- oh my...
Kanatash teleports them to a baroque high tea room. A huge table is laid with a feast to make the gods weep.
Slaypaw: I don't know what any of this is... this is amazing...
Kanatash: Would you like some wine?
Slaypaw: Sure! *Picks up an unmarked bottle*
Kanatash: Ah, you have fine taste! That is the last of its kind. It was brewed on the far side of Dolurrh out of the unattained desires of stillborn babes during the first Mourning. It had taken 10,000 stillborns to brew that to full potency.
Slaypaw: Urgh... I think I'll let that wait... What is that? *Points to a coiled meat dish in the center of the table.*
Kanatash: That is another excellent choice! It is also exceedingly rare; I must complement the chef on his expertise. It is coatl, marinated in the tears of a thousand spinsters, cooked to perfection over the shadow of the Silver Flame, served on a platter of dragon scales. The dish next to it is a treant leaf salad sprinkled with olives fed on the hatred of five hundred rakashasa in a dressing made with the nightmares of Quori. Beside that is the Cockatrice tongues in a-
Slaypaw: I think I see some pork over there. I think I'll have that. I couldn't deprive of any of the other dishes.
Kanatash: As you will; you are very generous.
Slaypaw: Hey, this is pretty good! Actually, this is amazing!
Kanatash: As I said, you are immensely generous, but in your magnanimity you have unknowingly chosen the crowning dish, a testament to your immense talent for asthetics. The piglets used to make that dish were fed upon the screams of the eternal battle on Shavrath and the choked up hollow rage of a hundred thousand slaves after being beaten exquisitely by their masters. They were then soaked in the menstrual blood of 13,000 elves who died within four hours of their first period. They were then broiled over the fires of the oldest fire elemental. They were then slaughtered most brutally and coated with glaze made of the finest red peppers from Breland.
Slaypaw:[SIZE=1] I am going to hurl[/SIZE]
Kanatash: Oh! Are you finished already?
Slaypaw: *Nods emphatically*
Kanatash: Very well.
Kanatash returns them to the Forgotten Freedom.
Kanatash: Ah, here we are!
Slaypaw: Hey, uh... guy with the thistledown hair... can I take this lampshade off now?
Kanatash: If you want. But aren't you worried?
Slaypaw: About what?
Kanatash: The candle going out, you know, the one in your head.
Slaypaw runs away, very, very, very quickly. Kanatash floats away amiably, suddenly reaching inside a passing redshirt's head. The redshirt drops dead. As its head falls away you can see that Kanatash's hand looks as though it just snuffed a candle.
Silver is standing in the middle of a Nintendo convention. People are mistaking her for Princess Zelda.
Silver: I hate you so much.
OOcat: :D
[COLOR=DarkRed]Pazuzu: [/COLOR] Why am I standing in this summoning thingy?
Beryl: Well Here is the Plan, we use the Will siphon the power out of these Demonic Elemental in to you …
[[COLOR=DarkRed]B]Pazuzu:[/B][/COLOR] YES THEN I WILL HAVE ALL THE POWER! AND I SHALL RULE THE AIR OF THIS REALM AS WELL AS MY OWN! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Layla: Err… Reminded me never to gloat. Mistress Shall I?
Beryl: Yes, If he does want to listen to the rest of the plan then he can’t blame me… Its not like I was going to give him a choice any why.
Layla then flips a switch and the All Cheese special effects start to drain the power from 10 score Demonic Elemental and then is sent to Pazuzu.
Beryl: All right que the enslaved demon binders and get the Big Shard in place.
[COLOR=DarkRed]PaZuzu:[/COLOR] MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA … Huh What?!
Beryl: You Poor Dumb B*st*rd; did You in all your bird-brain capasaty ever Think that I’m just using you … I mean Geez I am the Queen of the Demons.
Later After the all is done Beryl, Layla and Juiblex are standing on the ‘deck’ of Their new ship…
Beryl: All right Juiblex chart a path for the Forgotten Freedom… But make sure to go through Thane I still have to pick up that armor.
OOCHrys: Ship Number 3 Ready to have some Zanny and Mad cap fun
Pun-Pun is currently below decks in the Reshirt quarters.
Redshirt 1: What's up with the new blood? I didn't think we took on any new meat recently.
Redshirt 2: Well there have been quite a few new named characters but redshirts? He must have followed one of those named characters.
Redshirt 1: That must be it I suppose. After all look at him, he's a kobold, I mean even when the cloaning machine broke down and Kanatash devestated the redshirt supply the capn' still wasn't desperate enough to hire KOBOLDS. Seriously why would anyone want to hire kobolds, the only thing they're good for is human shields, and they're not even good at that since they're so small and weak.
Pun-Pun: (walking up) You got a problem with Kobolds?
Redshirt 1: Yeah I got a problem with wussy *** Kobolds. You little bastards suck so much you give REDSHIRT'S a bad name. You're just a bunch of-
It is unclear what the redshirt was about to say about Kobolds since at this point in time Pun-Pun extended his hand and lightly brushed the redshirt's stomach with his little finger. The shockwave from this strike hurled the other ocupants of the room to the floor as a one foot diameter hole was punched directly throught the redshirt. Before anyone can react the flesh of the redshirt's face begins to melt and flow like putty as he screams soundlessly. Finally he collapses onto the ground, his corpse igniting with lurid black flames which reduce him to ashes in a matter of moments. Pun-Pun turns to the second redshirt.
Pun-Pun: So do you have a problem with kobolds?
Redshirt 2: [SIZE=1]No...[/SIZE]
Pun-Pun snatches the redshirt by the collar and lifts him off the ground. (despite being shorter than the redshirt)
Pun-Pun: When speaking you will refer to me as GOD! Is that understood?!
Redshirt 2: [SIZE=1]Yes God...[/SIZE]
Liam was just about to leave for a little break from working on the power system, when all the alarms in the room go off.
Liam: That's the overload alarm. The system should be able to handle everything on the ship, up to and including Kanatash. What's going on?
Liam looks at the primary display, tracking all Weir/Insan signatures on the ship. By the size and color, he was able to recognise everyone, down to the lowest redshirt, after a few days. There were a few new signatures, but one stood out, due to the fact that it was at the same time greater than Kanatash's and as utterly null as a newly made stool.
Liam: I think I better have a look, from a safe distance.
He turns to a crystal ball set next to it, often used to learn the names and faces of new crew. As soon as the area of the distortion came into focus, the ball turned a deep blue, with strings of magical runes across it.
Liam: Well, this seems to be bad.
Liam turns off the Weir/Insan converter and moves quickly to spread the word throughout the crew.
OOC: Yes this is gonna be rough, Satnak has serious issues (like you didn't know). Trust me I'm gonna make everyone suffer :D MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Satnak - Whats this?
OORampant - RUN AWAY!
Silver - Geeze your lazy reusing a joke like that.
OORampant - Dammit I told you people to stay out of my .... I'm in the nintendo convention aren't I
Silver - Yep
OORampant - Oh ****.
Random conventioner - I smell Play station on this one, EAT HIM ALIVE.
Kithle - No thats fine, I just wanted to make sure i understood the situation, before certain ametuers set Satnak off on the rampage to end to end all rampages.
Volrath - Why are you looking at me?
Kithle - You know that projection trick your using?
Volrath - Yeah ...
Kithle - This is going to hurt.
Volrath - :eek:
Kithle - and that is why I don't do use that anymore the counter is visciously unpleasant.
Terrek - Was It completely necesarry to send him to that (shudder) place?
Kithle - Probably not, but he needs to learn not to get in over his head like that.
Barney - Lets be friends.
Volrath - When your lock breaks Kithle i will have revenge.
Volrath's projected mind is trapped in the barney universe until the spell runs out. The duration is in hours.
Volrath: If she carries your genes then any mechanical alterations would be counter-productive.
Terrek: Exectally.
Volrath: So I should go take that equipment back from Ketler, as soon as I get back to the ship?
Terrek: Probably.
The portal opens and the group steps out, what they see stuns them. There is a huge castle made out of adamantine.
Nalfein: Wow. Well…that cancels out the possibility of breaking through a wall...
Volrath: You think?
Nalfein: …shut up.
Volrath: Anyway, What should we do now?
Nalfein: Let’s look for a gate first.
When they find it, they see it is protected by a Phaethon.
Volrath: Well sh*t.
Nalfein: I know, how are we-
He is caught in mid sentence at the sight of Jonny sneaking up to the Phaethon, humming his own theme music. Off tune. When the Phaethon looks over at him, Jonny stops in mid stride, holding the note he was on. The Phaethon seems not to see him, and is confused by the humming.
Nalfein: Uh…?
Volrath: Don’t ask.
When it looks away, Jonny floats up to the Phaethon’s head and latches on with all four of his tentacles and sucks out its brain.
All: :OMG!
Jonny: JONNY DO GOOD! :D
In his excitement, Squinty accidentally shoots a beam from his eyes that blows Jonny’s head up.
Volrath: Oh for the love of... :mad: Bad Squinty. *smacks him with a newspaper*
OOcat: Score.
Silver: :D Maybe this isn't so bad. Bet Bunny would have loved to see that. Wonder what he's doing right now?
Bunny: Hey, cool, you're a god too!
Terrek: :bored: Should I ask how you got in here?
Bunny: Not unless you have the ability to not think.
Terrek: Can anyone do that?
Bunny: Hippy Kantash could. The captain can. My Entity from Beyond Non-existance can.
Terrek: Does being a god help me?
Bunny: In your case it makes it worse. You think too much. If I tell you and your think about it it doesn't make sense. If you don't think at all it makes perfect sense.
Terrek: :crazy: Well at least I know you're not a threat.
Bunny: Hasn't stopped some other people.………So, I was thinking we could form a God Club. You know, like an officer's club, where we discuss how much work and toil and just plain drudgery goes into being a god. Membership includes Silver, me, Word Being, and you.
Terrek: What about Kantash? Or Cool Cthulhu?
Bunny: I was thinking about people who have to deal with the paperwork of being a god, so to speak. Is Cool Cthulhu that sort of being? There's no point in letting in every creatures with a cult. I mean some of these people don't know the first thing about being an actual force rather than having plans and ordering other people around. There really is a difference you know.
Terrek: So then you won't be letting Beryl in?
Bunny: Does being Queen of Demons make you a god? Might need to codify the definiton. But you qualify. So, you in?
Lisa: Ok, that's Daanvi, Risia, Irian, and Thelanis down. What's next?
Terra: It's been almost a month of straight tourism. Maybe we could take a break from sight seeing and check out Terrek's place?
Lisa: I still don't trust him. However, we also know relatively little about him. I guess it wouldn't hurt to see what he does in his spare time...
Terra: He claims he's a god there, but I have to see it myself. I mean, I'm practically all powerful in the Plane of Shadow, but I never considered myself a goddess there. I have no desire, or right, to be worshipped.
Lisa: I just hope he doesn't ask for this 'favor' yet. Even though he did save your life, that'd be more than a little rude...
Slaypaw - *shift* Meow (I am my cat)
Fluffy - Meow ( a cat with a built in humanoid... The golden age is come!! Bring me Cream and fish we will feast, the accursed lack of thumbs will hinder me no more!)
Slaypaw - Meow (this ...cat? is crazy... and ugly)
Satnak - This is Devon head of sonic warfare offensive and interrogation departments.
Serene - So he is a cunning sound mage?
Satnak - No just a really truly awful musician and poet.
Devon - I think I'm improving, hows this one, Silence thought it was great: A perfect drop of despair/Coiling darkness rides the air......(the rest has been edited due to geneva violations)
Serene - [SIZE=1]ow[/SIZE]
Satnak - NO!
Satnak slams Devon accross the deck.
Serene - Why did you hit him?
Satnak - He was hurting you. I told Terrek I'd take care of you, I intend to do so... besides you helped me out back there after Earl.
Serene: But you shouldn’t just hit someone like that, he could be hurt and he wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. Besides *sudder* I’m alright.
Satnak - but...
Devon - My world is pain.
Satnak - Oh shut your trap all i did was smash your shoulder bone.
Serene - Your being cruel. Here *cure serious wounds*.
Devon - Oh thats much better, thank you milady.
Serene - So formal, my name is Serene.
Devon - Lady Serene, it is my pleasure.
Serene - -giggle- no just Serene.
Satnak - (i.h.h. shes got a cute laugh) I'm showing her around for her pop.
Devon - huh?
Devon - (gets pale) Silence will be wondering where I've been. *yoink*
Serene - Silence?
Satnak - Powerful Binder, has a decent open palm strike, reads really bad poetry. Sort of his girlfriend I guess, don't see her much outside the bar anymore.
Serene - the bar? is that next?
Satnak - (if she reacted like that to a little broken shoulder...) Um not today. Not for you first day onboard. Its kind of rough. OH theres Death Paper, have you ever seen a squirrel city?
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