Story from June 19, 2013:
We need a new theme or situation... Adventurers of space! What
would you do if an old face from your quests returns? Their intentions are
questionable! O_O Here's the new "What do you do, Light Speed?!"
The night sky is cool and misty. Although, the clouds are shading the stars, they are merely a thin veil and the moon can be seen through its pale grey. The smell of the salty seas are filling your nostrils and soothing your skin.
You chuckle to yourself, slightly hissing at the pain when you begin to un-glove your hands: blistered at the palms, from clutching your weapon, after a long day of battle and questing. Your knuckles are also worn and cracked, you hadn’t noticed it till now, but the day’s adrenaline is wearing off and these wounds cannot hide from the salted atmosphere of Alberta.
Your captured pet sympathetically pats your shoulder. You smile thankfully and wipe a stray smear of their dinner from their cheek. Your monster companion blushes embarrassed and you laugh.
The night sky is cool and misty. Although, the clouds are shading the stars, they are merely a thin veil and the moon can be seen through its pale grey. The smell of the salty seas are filling your nostrils and soothing your skin.
You chuckle to yourself, slightly hissing at the pain when you begin to un-glove your hands: blistered at the palms, from clutching your weapon, after a long day of battle and questing. Your knuckles are also worn and cracked, you hadn’t noticed it till now, but the day’s adrenaline is wearing off and these wounds cannot hide from the salted atmosphere of Alberta.
Your captured pet sympathetically pats your shoulder. You smile thankfully and wipe a stray smear of their dinner from their cheek. Your monster companion blushes embarrassed and you laugh.
Then their ears prick up and they stop dead in their tracks.
Paft, paft, paft… you hear the sound of someone’s soft sandals. You wouldn’t usually pay any mind to a stranger passing by, but the fear on your pet’s face and the empty streets peak your caution.
“Just keep walking.” You whisper to your pet and keep going forward. The inn where you planned to meet some friends is not more than a few blocks away.
Paft, paft, paft… you hear the sound of someone’s soft sandals. You wouldn’t usually pay any mind to a stranger passing by, but the fear on your pet’s face and the empty streets peak your caution.
“Just keep walking.” You whisper to your pet and keep going forward. The inn where you planned to meet some friends is not more than a few blocks away.
The sound of footsteps keeps getting closer and it begins to boil your blood as you turn a corner in hopes to lose this stalker. “Why won’t they go away?” You mutter under your breath.
Fed up with this stranger’s nonsense, you turn quickly on your heels ready to face them. Your nostrils flaring, mouth open you yell out, “Hey!” but you can only feel bewilderment as you stare at the empty space. No one is there. Nothing is there, save for the soft spray of salted mist carried by wisps of wind.
Your heart is pounding in your chest and you can feel the trembling of your pet, as they cower near your hip. You pet their head reassuringly. “It’s okay, we are almost there.”
You turn around to resume your trek and when you look to the Inn’s direction, you are suddenly stunned by the foul breath of the stranger. Their face is so close and it reeks of a familiar stench that you had hoped to forget. You stare at the piercing eyes, dark from the shadows, uncertain of the colour. You are afraid to open your mouth or even breathe, the sharp odor is overwhelming. The stranger’s lips curl at the corners and you can faintly see the yellow and brown stains of their teeth. Your throat and stomach begin to contract, as you taste the sour bile beginning to reach your lips. Then before you can release your previous meal the blackness swallows you whole.
[Insert an unknown period of time.]
You wake up some time later, the world is spinning and your head aches. The bright lights within the small room are aggravating the throbbing of your skull. The air is hot and sticky, unlike the last environment you remember and far gone is the refreshing spray of the salt winds.
You try to lift yourself but discover your hands are heavy,
weighed down by iron shackles, poorly crafted as the rough edges are scratching
your wrists. Curious, they don’t seem to be aggravating the blisters you
remembered having. You wonder why the floor isn’t cold. In all of the lands you
have traveled, the ground’s cooling temperature would be a sweet salvation in
the heat. This was strange.
Your cheek presses against a warm metal bar. With your face
you follow the width of the rod and come across another. It rattles lightly to
the touch. From it’s slight clinking you suspect it is a cage and assume your
pet is inside. Hopefully it is back in its egg, but you hear no sound and your
stomach sinks into a pit of uncertainty and despair.
A voice calls out softly, “Are you hungry?”
You shut your eyes tight and blink several times in an effort to focus your vision. You press your head into the floor struggling to lift yourself, grunting as if it would aid you in raising your weak form. “Who?” Void of strength, mouth dry and voice raspy, you suspect it’s been days since you’ve been bound. Your joints feel stiff and tight, but it seems to be the least of your worries, as does the dry caked feeling at the seat of your pants.
You shut your eyes tight and blink several times in an effort to focus your vision. You press your head into the floor struggling to lift yourself, grunting as if it would aid you in raising your weak form. “Who?” Void of strength, mouth dry and voice raspy, you suspect it’s been days since you’ve been bound. Your joints feel stiff and tight, but it seems to be the least of your worries, as does the dry caked feeling at the seat of your pants.
You listen more closely for the voice. Your thoughts are
hazy and discombobulated. Focus, you
keep telling yourself and as you take in a deep breath to calm your mind. The
scent filling the room pulls you to clarity and disgust. The shadowed figure,
the dark eyes… the warm breath that smelled of rot. Your eyes watering from the
stench seemed to help clear the residue of sleep from your lashes. The familiar
paft, paft of sandals causes you to fall to your side.
Slowly your eyes travel from your kidnapper’s strapped feet,
following the simple and soft linen clothes. You see the same dark and eerie eyes
and the half veiled face. The smile partially shadowed by soft silk.
“Miss Ivory!
Why?!” you try to scream out, only to find that speaking was a
mistake. Her right hand holding a spoon descended down swiftly, the hot mush it
carried plunging between your open lips. You choke on it and cough desperately
trying to get the taste out of your mouth. Your cheeks salivate in response and
your stomach gurgles in protest. You try to spit, but her other palm quickly
presses against your mouth, willing you to keep the putrid stew inside you. “Nuh uh.”
She coos softly, “You haven’t eaten for a while. Your body needs nourishment.”
Your head convulses away from her palm, but she only presses
her hand more tightly until she visibly sees your throat swallow. Once you
have, she retreats her palm from your face and places it steadily on her hip. “Good
boy/girl. Isn’t that better?” she asks, and you shake your head, eyes watering
from the sickening taste.
She turns and faces the boiling stew in a cast iron pot,
bubbling, in a nearby hearth. Lifting the veil that covers the bottom half of
her mouth, you cringe at the discoloured plaque and stained teeth. Trying to
wipe your lips on your shoulder, horrified at the familiarity of the smell coming
from the stew she served you, you remember your pet and look into the direction
of the cage your cheek felt. The egg was indeed there, but it was cracked open
and empty. Fists tightly balled behind your back, you jerk at the chains.
Miss, Ivory tilts her head to watch you struggle, but gives no comment on your movements. “I’ve decided to give up soap making and take up cooking, but no one wants to try my stew.” She begins to explain a-matter-of-factly, as she stirred the pot with a much larger wooden spoon. You try to look away when she leans forward and tastes the broth, but you can’t. The sight of it is too horrifying and you are desperate to quell your suspicions of it’s contents. You feel disgusted wondering how she doesn’t even notice the near gelatinous umber dribbling down her chin.
Miss, Ivory tilts her head to watch you struggle, but gives no comment on your movements. “I’ve decided to give up soap making and take up cooking, but no one wants to try my stew.” She begins to explain a-matter-of-factly, as she stirred the pot with a much larger wooden spoon. You try to look away when she leans forward and tastes the broth, but you can’t. The sight of it is too horrifying and you are desperate to quell your suspicions of it’s contents. You feel disgusted wondering how she doesn’t even notice the near gelatinous umber dribbling down her chin.
She spoons some of the mixture into a clay bowl and walks
back to you. You can only shuffle yourself against the wall. You’ve never
really prayed before, but you find your inner voice pleading with Freyja to
liberate you.
“It gets so
lonely here in Veins and none of my previous customers will help me.”
She pouts disappointedly and drapes a damp cloth over her arm and crouches to
the floor. Eyes level to yours.
"Wait... We are in Veins?!" Stunned, you wonder how long you have been out. Even more so, how did she get you past all the people and land. Were there no suspicious eyes on her? What story could she have explained to the Warp attendants that would allow you to travel unconscious? “How? Why am I here?!”
She unveils her face and smiles manically, eyes widening with mirth. “I remembered how helpful you were to aid those two children! I have never met someone so gallant and brave.” She spoons some of the stew and leans it towards your face. You press your lips together and try to kick it away with a foot, only to stumble onto your side. You had failed to notice your feet are bound too, so tightly that they were numb and useless.
"Wait... We are in Veins?!" Stunned, you wonder how long you have been out. Even more so, how did she get you past all the people and land. Were there no suspicious eyes on her? What story could she have explained to the Warp attendants that would allow you to travel unconscious? “How? Why am I here?!”
She unveils her face and smiles manically, eyes widening with mirth. “I remembered how helpful you were to aid those two children! I have never met someone so gallant and brave.” She spoons some of the stew and leans it towards your face. You press your lips together and try to kick it away with a foot, only to stumble onto your side. You had failed to notice your feet are bound too, so tightly that they were numb and useless.
“I’ve
searched for you, for months.” She continues and presses her body
to you, the soup spilling slightly on the floor. “I’ve been in love with you for so long now.”
she shoves the spoon into your mouth, cutting a corner of your lips. The sting
of the liquid on your new open cut makes your eyes water all the more. Her hand
reaches out to muffle your cries of disgust. “Shh,” she hushes you, “Let the taste
sink into your memory. Let it fill up every crevice in your mouth. See? Don’t
you understand?” she groaned with excitement and rambled on, “It’s like love!
At first it was bad, but then I realized what this taste meant! What it will
mean to the world! What it meant when I first laid eyes on you and heard your
voice. You found me and you needed me to help you in your quest! You want to
help the world! It’s helped you save others before, and it can help more
people! I can help you help people! We will travel the
whole of Rune-Midgard together and save those in need, with this!”
Her hands let go of your face and she raises the bowl in the air as if it were
a gesture to the gods.
You can’t hold it in this time and you expel your stomach contents onto the floor. “You are insane!!” You sputter and let go more from your lips, uncaring as it dribbles onto your already soiled clothes.
“That’s what everyone said in the beginning!” she wipes your chin lovingly with the soft wet cloth from her arm. “But as soon as they found out how lovely it made their skin feel, people from all ends of the land flocked to buy my famous soap! And now together we will be another story of success, health, and beauty! What’s good for the skin should be good for your insides too, no?” She kisses your forehead shuddering in the pleasurable contact of your skin, smearing the drying liquid from her chin against your temples.
“No! Don’t you dare… it’s so… FILTHY!” you cry, jerking your face away from her. She fills some more of the stew in the spoon and offers it to your lips. Her eyes wide with excitement as she whispers, “More, potato and chamelepu stew?”
What do you do?!?!
You can’t hold it in this time and you expel your stomach contents onto the floor. “You are insane!!” You sputter and let go more from your lips, uncaring as it dribbles onto your already soiled clothes.
“That’s what everyone said in the beginning!” she wipes your chin lovingly with the soft wet cloth from her arm. “But as soon as they found out how lovely it made their skin feel, people from all ends of the land flocked to buy my famous soap! And now together we will be another story of success, health, and beauty! What’s good for the skin should be good for your insides too, no?” She kisses your forehead shuddering in the pleasurable contact of your skin, smearing the drying liquid from her chin against your temples.
“No! Don’t you dare… it’s so… FILTHY!” you cry, jerking your face away from her. She fills some more of the stew in the spoon and offers it to your lips. Her eyes wide with excitement as she whispers, “More, potato and chamelepu stew?”
What do you do?!?!
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Story from May 30, 2013:
New topic!
You wake up one morning, and on the edge of your bed sits a Kafra agent. She is also a powerful wizard and wants to take you away to an alternate universe where Ragnarok Online is a REAL WORLD! You quickly pack your bags and fill one whole suitcase with hand sanitizer. (For you know, dear adventurer, at some point you will encounter Chamelpu!) She asks that you choose a class to become before she takes you to this world of monsters and quests! What would you be? (No Wizard-Ninjas or cross classing please. xP)Part 2 :
The Wizard Kafra gives you some basic gears and 1 mil zeny to get started and sends you on your way to the nearest training area. You work hard to make more zeny and get some better gear.After doing your quests to become your desired profession, exhausted from the ordeal and travels, you stay the night in the woods on a soft blanket of moss.
Unfortunately you awake to find a rabid poporing gnawing at your shin! You kick the poporing off your leg and realize all the gears you had worked for and your coins are GONE!! You had mistaken the coolness in the air for a breeze and this gelatinous green monstrosity has eaten all your clothes! You are nude! With your fists you lunge at it's bouncy form. After your bare fisted barrage it explodes into pieces. You dig your fingers into the disintegrating goo, searching for the remnants of your possessions... It's all been eaten save for a small satchel that you do not recognize. In it are 5 butterfly wings and a costume scarf. You decide it best to use the scarf, albeit unconventionally, to cover yourself.
After a long sigh of frustration, you notice to your left: the remains of a fallen knight and the severed head of a large creature, so mauled by battle that you aren't sure of what it used to be. You shake your head, terrified and notice something that seems to have fallen from the knight's hands. It's a small pouch. You take the said pouch after offering a silent prayer to thank the gods. Inside of the pouch is 3 horseshoes, 5 blue herb, and a single Doppleganger card!
What do you do next?
My husband's screenshot of his blacksmith "Techmarine Ineptus" and the large card edit.
