The Lord of the Forums / Tempestuousness and Shadowinesss

[Larry_OHF]

This is the the third installment of the epic Lord of the Forums. To review what has transpired thus far in brevity, The paladins wanted me dead. I won and a couple of them went to look for bigger, better weapons. People have come and gone from my tower, all having thier own agendas, and currently, only TAOWolf is within, up to no good. Cyril is the only man that currently claims to be my nemesis, and has prepared something that I don't even understand yet...but I am sure he'll PM me on what it meant that he did. Meanwhile, I am running from a clone of TAO that I think is the real person.

The game is closed unless either Cyril or I allow newcomers. He can choose his allies and I can have mine. You must PM one of us.

[TAOWolf]

TAO watches her double follow Larry, and grins, thinking to herself, "that ought to keep him busy for awhile". She edges around a corner, and stops.

"Who is he talking to?", she thinks, and almost laughs aloud as she hears him arguing with his echo....~his echo?~

She smiles even more, and melds back into the shadows, an idea already forming, that will drive him and his echo crazy.....

[Larry_OHF]

Larry runs at a fast pace, trying to put great distance between him and the naked nymph. She kept up extremely well. Finally stopping and out of breath...Lary knew not what else to do. She had obviously lost her poor mind, so he had no further use for her. He opened a particular door in the wall, and yelled inside, "Dinner time!"

Then, he melted into the shadows. The horrible-looking spider that had been freed from that room was one to make even the boldest adventurer wet his pants. It seemed to be a construct of various creatures, melded together in arachnid form. It's legs were that of other beasts' and it's head was that of a lion. Yet, takeing a step back and looking at it...spider was all you thought of. A slimy substance was puked up on the floor by the creature that made TAO's copy stick fast.

[TAOWolf]

She watches as the "spider monster" sticks her double like glue to the floor, and smiles.......

Sliding in the shadows past the creature, she quickly goes to the door, and as she passes over the threshold, she pulls off a glove with her teeth, and touches the ungloved hand to her bracer, changing into a wolf instantly...

She races to the tree line, and stops, staring into the mountains in the distance.... Her eyes flash silver and she snarls silently.

~the wolf heads deeper into the forest, then turns and sits watching the tower, and waiting for the spell she has cast to be tripped...~

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Lightning smokes on the hillrise
Brought the man with the warning light
Shouting loud "you had better fly"
While the darkness can help you hide
Trouble's comin' without control
No one's stayin' that's got a hope
Hurricane at the very least
In the words of the gypsy queen .
[*]April Wine [Sign of the Gypsy Queen]

Swift and silent as the owls he turns into the stormy darkness and moves from the area. The terrible anger of the storm he has called mounts, echoing on its diverse currents the words he has left behind. Exhausted and drained of health, he allows the winds to support his movement until he comes to the place where he will rest. Sitting on the cold stone, he leans back against the wall of the niche in the cliff face and breathes deeply, savoring the stormy bursts of air that streak into this place. It is difficult now even to stretch his fingers and it will take days before these burns leave his hands. On his way to this place, the winds bore to his ears the echoed and bellicose shouting of a paladin’s challenge to the One that Mods. The fool still believes that powerful toys and armies of mighty allies can defeat this Larry. How arrogant in his cowardice and stupidity! Afraid to risk his own life, he will lead others to be slaughtered ...... His eyes flash with the heat of remembered anger and his body tenses. the pain of even this small movement surprises him. Speaking of foolishness, he smiles to himself. If I am right, it is movement and not power that shall be decisive. And at present I am the one barely able to move. He looks once more around his shelter – its protections are in place and it is time to rest. Exhaustion claims him and his cloak stretches itself protectively around his body.

[ 04-08-2002, 03:52 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[TAOWolf]

Anyone watching the wolf would've sworn that it was grinning as it watched the tower.....

~the small explosive she cast into her double would make quite the bang when set off~

[ 04-01-2002, 04:25 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Larry_OHF]

OOC>>>This evening??!!!
If you don't mind, I shall make another post now.

The Spider crept closer, and even the bravest man would not have lasted the way this TAO was. She stood perfectly still, not seeming to care that this horrible creature was about to make a meal out of her. Finally reaching it's attack spot, it dove in and launched it's fangs into her side. The result was rather disturbing. At that moment, there was a small explosion that sent the spider reeling in the air, smashing it against the wall and killing it. Larry was knocked a few feet as well from his hiding spot and quickly regained his footing to run over and inspect the area. All he found was a pool of blood and a single strand of hair. Thinking about it for a bit, he realized that what he had found were spell components. There was only one entity in the tower that could work a spell like that. Larry ran all the way to Fik's room and grabbed him by the throat. While the poor beast was screaming and trying to beg his master why he was so angry, Larry broke his neck. The pooor creature crumbled to the ground. Larry picked him up and carried him to the alter where he layed him upon it. Cutting Fik's throat to allow the blood to spill freely, Larry raised his fist to the air and began to chant a terrible incantation to form a vampiric imp from the remains of poor Fik.

Yet,,,something went wrong in the spell. The ring grew mightily hot and burned into Larry's finger. Screaming in agony, he tried to pry it off, but it was stuck solid. Now, the ring began to glow a bloody red color and Larry began to feel sleepy. the ring was draing him of power instead of delivering it!!!
Larry quickly ran over to the alter and picked up the ceramonial Kris Blade (blade is not straight but multiple "S" shaped)...He closed his eyes and cut off his finger that held the One Ring. Screaming with intense pain, Larry fell to his knees and clutched his hand to his chest.
Looking up at the severed finger, he saw a charred, dead digit that had once been his. Now, the only thing left of it was not recognizable.
He picked himself off the floor and grabbed the ring. It was still warm to the touch. He placed it in a protective anti-magic pouch on his robes and walked out to the hallway.

Dozens of terrible creatures that had been created with the Ring stood outside, apparently waiting for him. They began to charge, crawl, and fly toward him, intent on claiming a victim!
Larry ran, full of fear and hatred. What had gone wrong? He was abruptly stopped by a horrible Dung Golem that had been created last week. It sludged forward, taking up the space of the whole hallway and not leaving Larry room for escape. Down the hall on the other side, he heard the flaps and footfalls of the other creatures that were no longer his to control. Then he looked up. He saw the little room that he had told TAO about, that she refused to accept. He stared at it for the count of five, and just before the dung golem was upon him, he warped away into the safety of the hidden room.

[ 04-01-2002, 02:45 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[TAOWolf]

The wolf feels the vibration of the explosion, and pants, tail wagging......

Suddenly the ground shakes with a loose power, and her hackles raise as she feels a power going wrong..............

~That was NOT my spell that did THAT~

The wolf stares at the tower, then turns and glares into the mountains, feeling a surge from the high cliffs....

~So, the one with the power of wind has spoken~

Quickly shifting back into human form, she pulls her gloves off with her teeth, then shoves them into a small pack on her belt, and grabs her staff with both hands.

She warily heads towards the tower, stopping just short of entering, and cocks her head, listening, pulling the hood of her Warder's cloak over her face, melting into the shadows....

[Cyril Darkcloud]

In numerous locations scattered through the mountains .....

Power is pulled into the barren and nearly lifeless soil of the forums by the great thirst that lies buried beneath the avalanche in the ravine. The exhaustion of this land is great and so brief a drink as this would do little to restore it even if the terrible thirsting would freely surrender what it simply consumes. Still things other than the thirst now move within this soil and roots that have begun to grow downward from the recently planted seeds reach out in their own hunger at the passing of the power, receiving just the slightest taste before it is lost to the thirst. The bladed shoots of a most unusual grass now begin to move upward through the earth seeking out the moving air.

[ 04-01-2002, 05:28 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Talthyr Malkaviel]

Larry's loyal general Talthyr was severely shaken up, the evnts that caused him to flee the tower in search of the problem had wildly taken him by surprise.
As he neared the imposing mountains, he felt a huge abundance of power, and knew he was nearing his destination, and as he savoured it, he also knew he would soon be in a deadly situation.
He would not die this day, merely test the power's limits, or that of who was behind it.
Without pause he dragged on wearily, awaiting the stromy embrace of confrontation.