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Post by Jordan on Aug 2, 2014 19:03:32 GMT -8
Jordan crouched, waiting, silent as a shadow as the small patrol marched through the narrow pass beneath him. Experienced soldiers had long been avoiding this particular stretch of road. The steep hills and thick trees that bordered the narrow forest road made it the perfect place for Jordan to set up an ambush and more than one group of soldier deployed this way had never reached their intended destinations. The fact that most of the soldiers were catching onto Jordan's little trick only meant that he would have to move to a different area soon. Maybe he would take a break from harassing troops and go destroy some supplies. Or, if that got boring there were always some villages just asking to be burnt down. Really, as long as he had a decent supply of corpses the opportunities were endless.
Looking away from the main platoon Jordan searched the trees for any scouting parties that may be moving separately from the rest of the group. Any seasons soldiers had to at least be contemplating the idea of a trap through here. However, these were no battle hardened veterans. No, these were fresh recruits most likely bound for their first tour ravishing Jordan's homeland. And given that their commander was dumb enough to march them through Jordan's favorite hunting ground Jordan would bet that this was his first command. Also his last, Jordan thought to himself with a smirk. With a wave of his hand Jordan sprung his trap. Like angry bees swarming from a beehive the undead poured out of the forest and attacked the soldiers. The zombies swarmed the unsuspecting army and the wonderful chaos began. Jordan could have directly controlled his undead minions, but frankly he enjoyed watching their innate bloodlust in action. Besides, controlling even three minions for too long was unbelievably tiring. A small dash of free will went a long way in keeping him from getting too exhausted to move. Besides, he truly did enjoy the spectacle.
A sound like a twig snapping behind him distracted Jordan from his show. Grabbing his staff he whirled around to see a group of soldiers coming his way. Damn, they were probably sweeping the whole area. It would seem that his wasn't the only trap set here today. Jordan looked down to the battle. The "recruits" were fighting much better than he had expected and had nearly decimated his undead force. A few of them had fallen, but he did not have the time or energy to raise another army. Looked like he was going to have to make a run for it. Lifting his staff he prepared to sneak off to fight another day when the hillside underneath him began to crumble. Unable to regain his balance Jordan tumbled down towards the conflict below.
Jordan landed hard on the forest floor. The first thing he noticed was the sound. Had he gone deaf? He could not hear the sounds of the battle or screams of men dying. He stared up at the forest canopy, sore and feeling as though he had broken something. The death he had expected never came. He glanced around; he was in a forest although it was certainly not the forest he had been dwelling in these past fourteen years. He pulled himself to his feet and discovered that he had indeed broken something: his staff. He had carved dozens of very useful Necromancy symbols into his staff and now it was as useless as a twig. He would have to replace it as soon as he could. After he figured out where the hell he was that is.
ooc: 500 word challenge, 606 words, beehive, zombie, dwelling
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Arya
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Post by Arya on Aug 3, 2014 22:37:48 GMT -8
Arya strolled down main street as cars flashed by and people on hover-boards swerved to avoid her. Her own hover-board was strapped onto her pack, completely forgotten when she stormed out of her place of previous employment. Her latest catch had escaped her, well, the last three catches actually, and according to the HA her termination was long overdue. To quote them exactly, "Your crass attitude and inability to work in a team has led to an inconsistent record, which ultimately has led to the need for your expulsion from our company." Mumbling under her breath about old bastards and archaic standards she wasn't watching where she was going as a pedestrian ran into her.
Falling over she winced as the hard, metal ground made contact with her rear. "What the fuck. Watch where your going!" She yelled out and looked up to see who the moron was that had so rudely, in her opinion, run her over. When she looked up, however, she saw nothing but blackness. A cold chill crept over her skin and wormed its way into her bones. She felt as though she couldn't breathe. She would have shouted out to who ever had stuck her in this place to release her immediately, but without breath she couldn't form words. It felt like a eon, but her heartbeat told her otherwise. One beat. Two beats. Three beats.
She was then released from her dark, icy, breathless prison and dumped right onto something soft. Her first breath was a sweet relief and left almost a high like bliss behind. The air that filled her lungs was clean, something not known in the cities, or even the Home-world, only native to the off worlds. Her eyes were still closed, savoring the feeling of freedom from that awful place. Why was the ground so soft though. Unless she had landed on something.
Eyes flying open she shot up and off of the something, or rather someone she had landed on. "Who the hell are you? Are you the jackass that run me over? Watch where you're going next time!" Huffing she spun around to continue her walk home. "What. Did. You. DO?!" She was most definitely not on main street anymore. Rather a lush forest type area. It didn't look like any off world she had been to before. "Where am I? I demand you return me to the Home-world now!" How dare someone take her against her will.
Looking around she tried to gather some clue as to where she was. Maybe a type of fauna or flora that was native to some sector? Nothing looked familiar at all to her. In the distance there were some mountains, made out of plain rock it looked like, something many sectors possessed. If they had been made out of shining Platinum or some odd crystal she might have been able to pin point her location.
Reaching into her pack she pulled out her com-watch and slapped it onto her wrist. Pressing a few buttons she waited for it to tell her location. A buzz rang out, "Error!" A scoff left her lips, "What do you mean Error? You can't have an Error, you have every known place in the Sectors in you!" Her eyes grew wide as she looked back over at her landing cushion. "Sweet baby Illox. We're on an uncharted planet."
((500 word challenge : Mountain, overdue, bliss : 563 words ))
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Post by Jordan on Aug 5, 2014 1:30:23 GMT -8
Jordan was just beginning to attempt to leave the new forest he had landed in when something hard and fast hit him from behind. It knocked him face first into the ground and he let out an "oof" as the air was forced out of his lungs. His staff pieces were pinned beneath him and stabbed into his chest. Arms and staff pinned beneath the combined weight of him and whatever had landed on him he was trapped, unable to push the offending weight off. Then, mercifully, the weight lifted off his back. And then immediately began yelling at him. No, screeching at him. Lyssa's Tits, the screaming Charr were more bearable than this. Jordan had finally figured out where he'd landed at least. This must be hell. He had caused Grenth some deep displeasure and after dying in that Charr ambush had ended up in the forest where angry bitches scream at you for eternity. He carefully picked himself of the ground and stood with his back to the harpy while dusting himself off.
Jordan sighed as he looked down at the four pieces of his staff. The loud girl landing on him must have broken it even more. He carelessly tossed the pieces of the now entirely useless staff over his shoulder and turned to face the girl. She was still yelling, although this time at least it was not directed at him. This time she appeared to be yelling at her own arm. So, correction, this was the hell where the lunatic screams at you for eternity. Jordan prayed silently to Grenth; if he got out of here he would do better. He would send the god every Charr. He'd pray more. Hell, he'd go back to the army if it would get him out of her. Well, maybe not that. At least there was only one psycho here, not an entire army.
Jordan was quite startled when the strange band on the loud girl’s wrist spoke. Was she a sorceress? Was it her fault he was here? No, if that was the case she would not have accused him of bringing her here. Still, if she had magic Jordan could use her to get home. Besides, he would rather not have to fight her just yet. His staff was broken and he did not have so much as a penknife as a weapon. Jordan reached his magic out into the surrounding area, the only corpse he could sense nearby was too tiny to be useful at all; it probably belonged to some fluffy forest creature, utterly useless.
Sighing angrily Jordan finally addressed the harpy. “Look, I didn't bring you here from your homeland. I wouldn't even know what land that is. Ascalon certainly never produced anyone like you. I don’t know what kind of magic you’re using, but instead of yelling at it about plants why don’t you get us home.” Jordan was certainly planning to only be a temporary visitor in this hell. He had important work to continue back home. Unfortunately those Charr wouldn't be killing themselves.
ooc: 500 word challenge, 504 words, penknife, visitor, fluffy
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Post by Arya on Aug 10, 2014 19:19:46 GMT -8
Arya growled with increasing frustration at her com-watch. Even if they were on an uncharted planet surely their coordinates would show up? Time and time again though the com-watch buzzed back: "Error." "For the love of the stars above. You stupid thing, absolutely worthless." She hissed at the inanimate object, took it off her wrist and stuck it back in her pack.
Her landing mat decided to grace her with his voice, glaring at his words she replied, "Hold your tongue civilian, don't you know a member of the HA? 2nd tier among the Ambrose circuit, Arya Penrose." She tapped the symbol on her left breast pocket and introduced herself. She of course had just been throw out of the HA, but he didn't need to know that. His further commentary puzzled her. "Magic? You mean the com-watch? What kind of backwater place are you from? Even the more primitive planets know technology when they see it. Unless you're from the farther sectors, then of course you wouldn't know much about any thing." Realizing she was rambling she recollected her thoughts.
"Wait. You don't know where we are? Oh that's just lovely. Fucking wonderful." Crossing her arms she looked the man. "You may not be particularly useful yet, but you'll do for now. Lead on strange man. Let's see if we can find any others." Surely there had to be others right? For such a flourishing land it couldn't be empty of all other beings.
(( 200 word challenge : empty : 245 words ))
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Post by Jordan on Aug 12, 2014 22:05:38 GMT -8
Jordan gritted his teeth to keep from striking the little bitch. Just who did she think she was to talk to him like that? She acted like she was the goddess Lyssa herself; a gift to mere mortals who should grovel in her presence. Well, Jordan had some news for her and frankly the goddess of beauty had nothing on the god of death. Jordan took another breath and forced himself to calm down a bit. As much as it killed a part of him to admit it, if he was going to escape this hell dimension he would not be doing it alone. He forced himself to actually pay attention to what her regal pain in the ass was saying. She seemed to be droning on about technology. Not one of his areas of expertise. He vaguely remembered discussions of Charr technology when he was training to be in the king's army, but that was so long ago he could hardly remember anything more. He talking wrist band did not strike him as Charr technology though; it did not look like it could kill anyone.
Ah, and she was striding dangerously back to the kill zone again. He was not “useful”? She acted more like a queen funding an exploration than a fellow captive of this place. As if he fell into this hell just to be her personal whipping boy! “Let’s get one thing straight little bitch. I don’t care where you some from or who the fuck you think you are. You have some fancy title? Guess what, so do I? I am Jordan Sforza of Fort Ranik, Ascalon. I trained to serve in the Ascalon Vanguard under Prince Rurik himself. I have killed more Charr than most people have ever seen and you wanna know what that means? It doesn’t mean shit here in this hell realm Grenth has pulled us into. Now, I aim to get back out of here. If I allow you to follow me it’s only because you aren’t worth killing. Keep running that mouth and I’m definitely going to reconsider it.” Without waiting for a response Jordan picked a direction and stomped off. He had no clue if he was going the right way, or even if there was a right way, but he couldn’t just keep standing there.
Jordan marched through the thick undergrowth of the forest, smashing all manner of plants and fungus into a more civilized path in case Arya had decided to follow him. He kept reminding himself that he would most likely need her to get home. Soon he reached a small clearing. He was about to turn around to see if she had kept up when he heard a noise from the trees on the other side of the open space. Minionless and currently weaponless, Jordan decided stealth would be the best option here. He slowly crept through the forest, making as little noise as possible. He reached the source of the noise and stared confused at the creature in front of him.
Ooc: 500 word challenge, 508 words, fund, regal, fungus Request for a lucky dip bond
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Post by thenarrator on Aug 13, 2014 0:06:56 GMT -8
The Silvian Warhorse watched as the man cautiously made his way through the forest towards him. rolling his eyes he shook his white mane and met the man half way, being equally as quiet, or as quiet as a creature of his size could be. Just as he rounded the tree he found himself breaths away from the man in front of him. Laughing internally he let out a large burst of wind into the man's face as he snorted. "And where do you suppose your going? You smashing all the good vegetation by walking haphazardly." Truthfully the horses didn't care where the man walked, but the foul mood he was giving off made the horse want to tease him even more.
Prancing lightly the horse had the finest of ideas! With a small tendril he reached out the the man. All it took was a small poke for the horse to affirm this would be a very interesting man to be with. He couldn't possibly let him get away now! Like a vice the bond snapped Jordan up in it's jaws.
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Post by Arya on Aug 13, 2014 0:31:51 GMT -8
Arya raised an eyebrow at the man and grinned. So he did have a backbone after all! She scoffed at Jordan's words though, he kill her? Preposterous! She had more then enough goodies packed in bag to take the man down, not that she would be showing them off however, she had a limited supply of ammunition that would need to be saved in the event something decided to eat them. Though having a person around who could handle themselves was very useful. This man was chalking up to be a better temporary partner that she had hoped. Instead of feeding him to whatever may attack them he could help her kill it.
So this man was from an empire she had never heard of, interesting. Perhaps she could learn more about the place he was from, and if there were any particular good bounties out on that planet. Since her dismissal from the HA she'd be needing a new source of income, and bounty hunting was just a small shoot off from the work she was doing before, albeit on the other side of the law.
True to what she said before she walked after Jordan. "So tell me. This place you come from, there are many wars yes?" If there were wars, there would be war criminals, and war criminals always fetched a nice price.
Her further questions were cut off by Jordan going into stealth mode. She took the obvious clue and also crouched down and quietly stalked after him, a few paces behind. She was cut off however when the great white beast appeared before him. "What in the Sectors is that!" She had never seen such an odd beast. It looked like one of the miniature animals they used for leather, though much, much larger. If it had four more limbs and a spiked tail it could just slightly resemble on of the Ithun, but it lacked both of these features. Much to her surprise a creature seemed to be approaching her as well.
(( 200 word challenge : empire : 339 words )) ((1xp bond request))
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Post by thenarrator on Aug 13, 2014 1:01:21 GMT -8
As the male warhorse approached Jordan, a female white warhorse approached the female. She had never seen a human before and she needed to get a closer look. She trotted over to the female and stared her up and down. Humans were certainly more strange than what she had been imagining. She wondered how they did not fall over with only two legs for balance. Suddenly she, knew she would have to stay with this human. She wanted to know everything about them. Where ever it is that you are headed, you would most likely get there faster if we helped you. She reached out her bond quickly. It snapped into place like the crack of a whip, quick and decisive.
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Post by Jordan on Aug 13, 2014 1:41:29 GMT -8
For nearly a full minute Jordan could do nothing but glare up that the white horse. It...just, urg. Jordan could not even formulate thoughts for how annoyed he was. He was not eager at all to comply with the horse’s bond. "What the hell did you just do? You stay out of my head, you hear me!"
The horse simply nickered, Whatever you say.
Jordan sighed and relented, although only just. “I suppose this won’t be all bad. Riding will be better than walking through the forest, right Arya?” Jordan had not ridden a horse in almost ten years, but he had no doubt that he could pick it up again. Besides, it would be a bit easier with a horse you can talk to. The bond in Jordan’s head told him that his warhorse needed a name. He searched his memories for good horse names. His family had been too poor for him to have his own as a child, so nostalgia was not a viable name source. He had always been a bit of a misfit, so there were no childhood friend’s names to fall back on. He tried to think of people and places, but he had not been to Ascalon in so long that everything was a bit of a blur. Suddenly, out of the fog of his life in Ascalon a name floated to the surface of his memories. “Drascir” He nodded to himself before climbing on Drascir. Jordan turned to look at Arya and her horse. “Well, you just going to stand there and stare at it all day or are we going to ride?”
Ooc: 200 word challenge, 271 words, misfit, comply
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