The Citidael of Arkaies (Campaign) - Page 9

Legolas · 12-12-2001, 05:51 AM

Ni Deng stiffled a yawn and stretched his ageold limbs. Looking about his darkened cabin, it seemed his eyes were playing tricks on him. The room seemed to swagger back and forth even though he lay still.
He could hear commotion outside. Thunder, howling wind, people screaming so hard their voices would be hoarse in the morning.
Rising slowly from his bed, Ni Deng grabbed hold of his walking stick and made it to the door. Peering outside, he saw nothing. A lightning flash illuminated the ship, and showed chaos. A second flash, and Ni Deng spotted the liferaft opposite his cabin.
Relieved, Ni Deng returned to his still warm bed.

250 · 12-12-2001, 05:54 AM

OOC: LOL ROFL!!!

Legolas · 12-12-2001, 06:06 AM

OOC:

What? Did you expect an old man to come out and help you in the middle of a storm? [img]tongue.gif[/img]

mistral4543 · 12-12-2001, 06:14 AM

OOC>> Just curious... what time is it over at your sides, 250 and Legolas, if you're still there??

250 · 12-12-2001, 06:21 AM

OOC: 5:12
sleepless night... sigh

Legolas · 12-12-2001, 06:26 AM

OOC: It's 12:21 here. Your regular morning cold but no snow to be found.

250 · 12-12-2001, 06:45 AM

Heading towards the spars, the paladin battled every step. "Why is it always me to save the day??? Must because I always stay up while everyone else goes to bed, sigh" Accepting the burden that fate placed upon his shoulder, he kept on with renewed courage.

He reached the rear spar, and grabbed the ropes that tied the rear sail. He worked furiously, despite his cold and rigid fingers. Rains hit his back and neck maliciously, pouring the chillness onto him. With a small successful cry, he untied the rope, and pulled off the rear sail as best as he could. A strong gust of wind blowed the sail wildly. The force lifted the paladin who was still pulling the ropes, and sent him flying. The world around him went spinning. Desperately, he held the rope, cluncthing his fist tightly, nails biting deep into his own palm. Then he felt the powerful pull as the rope reached its end, the paladin's body went to a sudden halt in the air and fell hard towards the deck. He hadn't a chance to realize what is happening before he hit the wooden floor and knocked air out of himself.

Laying on the deck for a long moment, the paladin felt the warm thing coming back again. With a jerk, he vomited some blackened blood. Lighting splashed above, brighten the deck for a brief second, showing the battered man struggling to stand up.

Breathing heavily, Carlos shook away the fuzziness in his head. Looking up, he couldn't make out anything. Then the lighting splashed once more: the rear sail is no longer hanging.

"Thank you Helm" it was all he could say. Half climbing, half staggering, he dragged himself towards the center masts...

OOC: later it found out that, both lighting had struck the monk's cabin. The strange weirdo was sleeping, and had no idea what microwaved him...

mistral4543 · 12-12-2001, 09:54 AM

As the searing pain scorches her hands, she acknowledges the losing battle. The rough edges of the rope scrape the skin of her fingers and blood oozes from the tears. And now the rope is too slippery, and she is losing her grip. Slowly but surely. She knows it, and the gods know it. With a single cry of agony, she berates them for her ordeals. The rope slides smoothly between her fingers, even as she makes another half-hearted attempt to hold on to it tightly. At the abrasion, tears spring to her eyes, mingling with the resilient rain that continues pelting itself on her face.

It is then that the devious wind strikes in full force, blasting at the sails with impunity. Suddenly, she feels her body being dragged upward. In alarm, she looks down just in time to see herself soaring into the sky, spinning randomly about, hitting the mast at times. For the rope is being blown in all directions at once. Below, she sees some figures scrambling around, trying to get everything under control.

As she tilts her head skyward, she sees the streak of lightning flying towards her and utters a jarring scream ~ "AELLLUUGGGHHH!!!!" ~ Shutting her eyes instinctively, in anticipation of a quick and hopefully painless death. But the moments pass, and she continues to hear the roaring thunder. Taking a deep breath, she instead detects the faint burning smell.

Her eyes flutter open rapidly to see the flaming sail about 2 feet away from her face. The downpour has stopped as abruptly as it arrived. She kicks desperately at the mast, trying to swing her body away from the sail. Yet the mast now creaks, and the risk of destroying it is too great. She darts another glance below. Twenty feet above the deck...remembering her vertigo, she starts to feel nauseous. Meanwhile, the ship continues to rock unevenly, the wrath of the waves still unabated.

To jump or not to jump... her body begins to quiver as she contemplates facing her childhood fear. But the gods decide for her; the blood-soaked rope proves too slippery and she begins sliding down the rope.

Moaning in pain at the contact, her hands release the rope and she plunges downward...

OOC>>> That was my last post for tonight [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img] Have fun all

Larry_OHF · 12-12-2001, 03:26 PM

Satisfied that Larry had the rope tied off securley, he began to run towards another position that needed his attention. Yet on the way, He heard a scream. Looking around he saw nothing...then he looked up. Mistral came crashing into him. Mistral survived the fall, being stopped by Larry's timely (or untimely) position. Larry, however had been knocked out.

OOC>>>That was my way to take myself out of the story for a while. Continue to let me PC remain unconcious, as I am having trouble with my home computer. I do not know if I can get it running tonight. If not, I will be posting the following day from work.

Holy Knight Delita · 12-12-2001, 03:54 PM

Quote:

Careful! My rippling muscles have been known to make even men drool!

Larry that was not cool... if you ever say something like that again... why i dont quite know what i'll do. but it wont be good...
<--BTW, he's ugly
LARRY! DONT BE GAY!

Delita Hyral

Nobody had noticed him since they all went to sleep, even when they came out on deck where he was supposedly sleeping. He heard loud shouting and yelling as the boat rocked like a rollercoaster(though they haven't been invented yet) He was no longer ON the deck but hanging barely by a rope over the side. As he desperatly tried to climb back on deck he was thrown farther back down. ~This could be my untimely demise... if i could only get back onto the ship~ he thought. Suddenly it was as if his prayers were answered, A gigantic gust had pushed the boat so violently, that he was thrown completly back on deck as he smashed on the floor. Surveying the damage he saw, Carlo's off in the distance and Larry hanging unconciously from the rope. ~He'll be lost in the storm,~ he stood as well as he could and rushed towards the unconsious ranger,~i've got to get him into the cabin!~ He said jumping to grab larry's arm. With a quick gust the downpour fell more harshly then ever, and the wind gave another gigantic push, this time throwing the boat almost completly on it's side but the resilient boat sufaced again. If it had been any harder the would've gone under. Delita missed the mans arm and fell flat on his face. Standing up again, he choose to try again...

OOC>>> What is a bladesinger, i have completly no idea. please fill me in!

READ THIS!
So far on board we have
SecretMaster = SecretMaster (Human(?),Leader/Thieve)
Holy Knight Delita = Delita Hyral (Human, Fighter)
Larry_OHF = Larry (Human, Ranger)
250 = Carlos Neiko (Human(?),Paladin)
Legolas = Ni Deng (Human(?),Monk)
Scholarcs = Dark Robed Mage[yet to reveal his name](Elf, Mage)
Skydracgrrl = Skye (Elf, Blade bard)
Mistral4543 = Mistral (Human(?),Cursed Cleric(can't speak)=no spells)
I think thats everyone...

RECAP!!! We were preparing to take off upon the boat when an immense man attacked us on the dock. Great battle, He transformed into some giant demon before he drowned to death. after this we boarded the boat and took off. It is the middle of the night when a GIANT Storm struck, Larry was knocked unconsious, and hanging by a rope. Mistral was thrown onto the mast i think. and carlos is downing something. Also carlos has some rather bad internal wounds which he keeps to himself so noone else knows about it.

GRRR... I'm mad! Why does everyone stop posting when i get home! nobodies posted ANYWHERE for a whole hour!!

P.S. how do you make All the smilies with gun's and exploding and stuff???

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12-12-2001, 05:51 AM	#81
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	Ni Deng stiffled a yawn and stretched his ageold limbs. Looking about his darkened cabin, it seemed his eyes were playing tricks on him. The room seemed to swagger back and forth even though he lay still. He could hear commotion outside. Thunder, howling wind, people screaming so hard their voices would be hoarse in the morning. Rising slowly from his bed, Ni Deng grabbed hold of his walking stick and made it to the door. Peering outside, he saw nothing. A lightning flash illuminated the ship, and showed chaos. A second flash, and Ni Deng spotted the liferaft opposite his cabin. Relieved, Ni Deng returned to his still warm bed.

12-12-2001, 05:54 AM	#82
250 Horus - Egyptian Sky God Join Date: March 4, 2001 Location: either CA or MO Age: 43 Posts: 2,674	OOC: LOL ROFL!!!

12-12-2001, 06:06 AM	#83
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	OOC: What? Did you expect an old man to come out and help you in the middle of a storm? [img]tongue.gif[/img]

12-12-2001, 06:14 AM	#84
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	OOC>> Just curious... what time is it over at your sides, 250 and Legolas, if you're still there??

12-12-2001, 06:21 AM	#85
250 Horus - Egyptian Sky God Join Date: March 4, 2001 Location: either CA or MO Age: 43 Posts: 2,674	OOC: 5:12 sleepless night... sigh

12-12-2001, 06:26 AM	#86
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	OOC: It's 12:21 here. Your regular morning cold but no snow to be found.

12-12-2001, 06:45 AM	#87
250 Horus - Egyptian Sky God Join Date: March 4, 2001 Location: either CA or MO Age: 43 Posts: 2,674	Heading towards the spars, the paladin battled every step. "Why is it always me to save the day??? Must because I always stay up while everyone else goes to bed, sigh" Accepting the burden that fate placed upon his shoulder, he kept on with renewed courage. He reached the rear spar, and grabbed the ropes that tied the rear sail. He worked furiously, despite his cold and rigid fingers. Rains hit his back and neck maliciously, pouring the chillness onto him. With a small successful cry, he untied the rope, and pulled off the rear sail as best as he could. A strong gust of wind blowed the sail wildly. The force lifted the paladin who was still pulling the ropes, and sent him flying. The world around him went spinning. Desperately, he held the rope, cluncthing his fist tightly, nails biting deep into his own palm. Then he felt the powerful pull as the rope reached its end, the paladin's body went to a sudden halt in the air and fell hard towards the deck. He hadn't a chance to realize what is happening before he hit the wooden floor and knocked air out of himself. Laying on the deck for a long moment, the paladin felt the warm thing coming back again. With a jerk, he vomited some blackened blood. Lighting splashed above, brighten the deck for a brief second, showing the battered man struggling to stand up. Breathing heavily, Carlos shook away the fuzziness in his head. Looking up, he couldn't make out anything. Then the lighting splashed once more: the rear sail is no longer hanging. "Thank you Helm" it was all he could say. Half climbing, half staggering, he dragged himself towards the center masts... OOC: later it found out that, both lighting had struck the monk's cabin. The strange weirdo was sleeping, and had no idea what microwaved him...

12-12-2001, 09:54 AM	#88
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	As the searing pain scorches her hands, she acknowledges the losing battle. The rough edges of the rope scrape the skin of her fingers and blood oozes from the tears. And now the rope is too slippery, and she is losing her grip. Slowly but surely. She knows it, and the gods know it. With a single cry of agony, she berates them for her ordeals. The rope slides smoothly between her fingers, even as she makes another half-hearted attempt to hold on to it tightly. At the abrasion, tears spring to her eyes, mingling with the resilient rain that continues pelting itself on her face. It is then that the devious wind strikes in full force, blasting at the sails with impunity. Suddenly, she feels her body being dragged upward. In alarm, she looks down just in time to see herself soaring into the sky, spinning randomly about, hitting the mast at times. For the rope is being blown in all directions at once. Below, she sees some figures scrambling around, trying to get everything under control. As she tilts her head skyward, she sees the streak of lightning flying towards her and utters a jarring scream ~ "AELLLUUGGGHHH!!!!" ~ Shutting her eyes instinctively, in anticipation of a quick and hopefully painless death. But the moments pass, and she continues to hear the roaring thunder. Taking a deep breath, she instead detects the faint burning smell. Her eyes flutter open rapidly to see the flaming sail about 2 feet away from her face. The downpour has stopped as abruptly as it arrived. She kicks desperately at the mast, trying to swing her body away from the sail. Yet the mast now creaks, and the risk of destroying it is too great. She darts another glance below. Twenty feet above the deck...remembering her vertigo, she starts to feel nauseous. Meanwhile, the ship continues to rock unevenly, the wrath of the waves still unabated. To jump or not to jump... her body begins to quiver as she contemplates facing her childhood fear. But the gods decide for her; the blood-soaked rope proves too slippery and she begins sliding down the rope. Moaning in pain at the contact, her hands release the rope and she plunges downward... OOC>>> That was my last post for tonight [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img] Have fun all

12-12-2001, 03:26 PM	#89
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Satisfied that Larry had the rope tied off securley, he began to run towards another position that needed his attention. Yet on the way, He heard a scream. Looking around he saw nothing...then he looked up. Mistral came crashing into him. Mistral survived the fall, being stopped by Larry's timely (or untimely) position. Larry, however had been knocked out. OOC>>>That was my way to take myself out of the story for a while. Continue to let me PC remain unconcious, as I am having trouble with my home computer. I do not know if I can get it running tonight. If not, I will be posting the following day from work.

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