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<blockquote data-quote="Enk&amp;D'Shai" data-source="post: 400406" data-attributes="member: 7569"><p><strong>"Enemies or Allies?" or "Mr. Meepo Goes to Washington."</strong></p><p></p><p>And you thought we forgot about posting this week!</p><p></p><p>Well here it goes...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">Hey! what about the Tip o' the Day?</span> </p><p></p><p>Can we just once NOT have a Tip of the Day?</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">No.</span> </p><p></p><p>But...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">No.</span> </p><p></p><p>Listen, I just think...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">Do I have to post the pictures from last New Year's party?</span> </p><p></p><p>OK! You win! Tip o' the Day is?</p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">Aluminum foil is not a substitute for silvering weapons, even with the shiny side out. I don't care what your werewolf friend says.</span> </p><p></p><p>You know, I figure eventually you'll run out of these things. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: skyblue">You better hope not, or HULK will smash (sorry guys, but the idea of Thorntangle, LiVeWiRe, or Black Bard smashing just doesn't fill me with the same amount of dread).</span> </p><p></p><p>Oh yeah (think happy thoughts Dr. Banner!).</p><p></p><p>Anyway, we've got a special post, just for our favorite whipping boy, HULK. It stars Worm, and will hopefully soon be illustrated by Claudio Pozas (yeah right, like he'd touch this one with a Long Paintbrush (d2-1, x2, Reach). Not even a Brilliant, Holy, Bane vs. Silliness Long Paintbrush of Speed +2. Maybe a +3.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>See Goblin.</p><p></p><p>See Goblin run.</p><p></p><p>Run, Goblin, run!</p><p></p><p>See Worm.</p><p></p><p>See Worm run.</p><p></p><p>See Worm run after Goblin.</p><p></p><p>Run, Worm, run!</p><p></p><p>See Worm catch Goblin.</p><p></p><p>[THIS SCENE HAS BEEN EDITED DUE TO GRAPHIC VIOLENCE]</p><p></p><p>See red spot.</p><p></p><p>See red spot run.</p><p></p><p>Run, spot, run!</p><p></p><p>The End.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>And now, for those of us not in anger management classes....</p><p></p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>"Enemies or Allies?" or "Mr. Meepo Goes to Washington"</p><p></p><p>Meepo kicked involuntarily under the thin blanket as he tried to flee the nightmares that invaded his sleep. Images of nasty goblins thiefing his baby Calcryx played over and over again like his hatch mother’s whip when he was bad. The kobold knew that the wyrmling was his responsibility. He had earned the honor of being the hatch keeper - he had endured the Test of Nasty Things; but those dung grubbing goblins had taken that all away from him. Now the Iron Handed God sent the nightmares to torture him until he met the dark skinned taker of souls.</p><p></p><p>The kobold whimpered and kicked at the thought of a soul-taker but Meepo knew that he deserved it for not protecting Calcryx with his life. It was not his fault, he had tried to die, but the dung grubbers smacked their clubs like new hatches. He did not even have off-colored skin spots from their weak non-scaly arms. The hatch keeper had gotten worse hurts from Cal’s love bites and cuddling. He missed her. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly, the blanket was ripped from the kobolds head while a dark figure wrestled with him, finally pinning him from behind and forcing a shiny blade before his throat. Meepo stared at the black arm that held that blade and knew that a soul-taker had come for him. A velvety voice, like a dragon’s purr, whispered into his half chewed ears. The language of the voice was unknown to the helpless keeper, but he understood the unspoken language of the blade. With a deep sigh, the proud kobold closed his eyes and forced his neck forward. </p><p></p><p>Meepo strained against the arm holding him, but he didn’t feel the sting of the metal blade on his neck scales. Knowing that the great after-cave could not be reached without great pain, the kobold opened his eyes to see what was keeping his punishment. He noticed that the blade had been moved to his right, and the kobold knew that his soul-taker was torturing him, baiting him with the sharp metal edge. </p><p></p><p>Pushing with all his might, the strongest kobold in the clan tried once again to make his penance, but his efforts were to no avail. The dully glinting promise of death was still out of reach, and the tightly locked arm holding him proved too firm. The dark figure behind the kobold once again growled in the strange guttural language, but this time it seemed to Meepo that he grunted to someone else. </p><p></p><p>The kobold prisoner watched as a new group of figures appeared from around the pen’s exit door. Meepo quivered in fear at the thought of multiple soul-takers, but he knew that losing a wyrmling dragon-god was a terrible crime that called for a terrible punishment. The dragon keeper bit back sobs, determined to take his punishment like a true keeper to appease the great Scorch God and take his spot in the great feasting cave. He prayed that his sin was not awful enough that he would not be at the great feast, but instead in it. Meepo held his breath in anticipation as the figures moved from beyond the door and came into his full view. </p><p></p><p>“<em>Light.</em>” One of the figures spoke a word filled with dragon magic, and a brilliant burst of color blinded the kobold for a double heartbeat; when his eyes cleared the room was lit with a soft glow. Meepo’s eyes adjusted as he felt his shadow vision adjust to fire light vision, and the kobold gasped in denial as light revealed the figures to be surface dwellers, and light-skinned dwellers at that. Three of the figures were tall, like a chief of the dung grubbers and the third was short like him. The captive kobold realized that they must be great warriors because they had new armor, probably the best of their clan. He also noticed that one of the figures, the one who commanded dragon magic, was different - it had red fur, like Scorch fire, and curved differently than the other surface walkers. </p><p></p><p>Meepo felt the arms slowly release from around his neck and the soul-taker wrapped in black cloth stepped around him into view, still brandishing his shiny blade at the kobold. The wyrm keeper nearly fainted as a realization washed over him. <em>The fire furred one is a Scorch Angel. She has brought a soul-taker and surface warriors to help me get Calcryx back from mean nasty dung grubbers! The Scorch God knows I am a good dragon keeper. Fire-Fur is an Angel in disguise to get aid from a soul-taker and the surface warriors! She has strong dragon magic!</em></p><p></p><p>Meepo, giddy with excitement, barely noticed as the Angel and her warriors talked amongst themselves in some strange surface speak and pointed at him. The small kobold twirled around looking for something to clean with, to make himself presentable to the Angel. The room lay exactly as the dung grubber raid had left it: blood, both goblin and kobold, coated the entire room and Calcryx’s cage had been mangled and overturned, the puddles of water scattered around it the only reminders of Calcryx’s frosty breath, and the ritual symbols etched and painted by Yusdrayl, the kobold chieftain, had become scratched and barely visible. The only thing not showing signs of battle were the crates of rat bodies that Meepo used as wyrm food. </p><p></p><p>“I be a Roar-Ah, who be you?” Meepo broke from his search as the Angel’s voice floated over him, commanding his attention. The kobold stared in awe at his god’s messenger, for she spoke in the true dragon-speak forbidden by the clans, and he fought to make some sense of the higher language of the dragon gods and remark back to her. When nothing but a gasp of air escaped from his mouth, the kobold noticed that the Angel turned and spoke with the soul-taker and surface walkers again. </p><p></p><p>“I am Meepo! Keeper of Dragons!” he finally pronounced, puffing out his chest but making sure to use only the speech allowed of the lower clans. He watched, stricken, as Angel, soul-taker, and surface dwellers all turned to look at the prideful kobold. <em>Oh!</em> he thought, <em>Maybe even the Keeper of Dragons isn’t allowed to speak to an Angel!</em> Meepo’s knees quivered and he fell to the ground, begging for mercy. “Please not kill Meepo! Please not kill Meepo!”</p><p></p><p>With his face pressed close to the ground and his eyes held tightly shut, Meepo did not hear the Angel approach him. When he heard her voice flow over him, he half expected to begin the Burning, but instead she knelt down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “No one be hurting you.” The keeper looked up into her flame fur ringed face and, for the first time since Calcryx had been taken, felt safe. It wasn’t until after he stopped gazing into her eyes that he noticed the soul-taker close behind him, ready to collect his due, and one of the tall surface walkers with a huge bow trained on his chest.</p><p></p><p>Instinctively, he jumped into the Angel’s arms. “Don’t kill Meepo! Don’t kill Meepo!” he screamed. He buried his snout in the Roar-Ah’s warm chest and wailed, oblivious to the hurried conversation between his Angel and her minions. The Angel rocked him gently as she whispered to her servants, and after a long tense moment for the kobold, she set him back on his feet.</p><p></p><p>“No one hurt Meepo.” She stated it, almost as if it was for the surface dweller’s benefit rather than the keeper’s. He looked around at the Angel’s servants: they had all relaxed visibly, though Meepo was sure that the black wrapped one still wanted to take his soul. Knowing that the Angel had favored him, he took a deep breath, and began.</p><p></p><p>“Meepo know you here to bring back Calcryx! Meepo take you to Yusdrayl!” When Roar-Ah paused, as if surprised the kobold had continued speaking to her divine prescence, Meepo fell to the ground and prostrated himself before her, awaiting her fiery vengeance. </p><p></p><p>But instead of waves of fire melting his scales, Meepo lay stunned as the Angel simply said. “Who is Yusdrayl?”</p><p></p><p>He popped his head up long enough to say “Yusdrayl clan chief!” and duck again, though this time, he kept one eye open and looking directly at Roar-Ah. She didn’t seem ready to burn him. “Meepo take you there?”</p><p></p><p>Long moments later, filled with a brisk conversation between the surface dwellers and their mistress, the Angel turned back to Meepo and said, “Yes, take us to Yusdrayl.” With a yip, Meepo jumped up and took Roar-Ah’s hand, padding toward the center of the warrens, and Yusdrayl.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Next week:</p><p></p><p>“You Scratch My Back and I’ll Scratch Yours,” or, “What’s Behind Door #1”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Enk&D'Shai, post: 400406, member: 7569"] [b]"Enemies or Allies?" or "Mr. Meepo Goes to Washington."[/b] And you thought we forgot about posting this week! Well here it goes... [COLOR=skyblue]Hey! what about the Tip o' the Day?[/COLOR] Can we just once NOT have a Tip of the Day? [COLOR=skyblue]No.[/COLOR] But... [COLOR=skyblue]No.[/COLOR] Listen, I just think... [COLOR=skyblue]Do I have to post the pictures from last New Year's party?[/COLOR] OK! You win! Tip o' the Day is? [COLOR=skyblue]Aluminum foil is not a substitute for silvering weapons, even with the shiny side out. I don't care what your werewolf friend says.[/COLOR] You know, I figure eventually you'll run out of these things. [COLOR=skyblue]You better hope not, or HULK will smash (sorry guys, but the idea of Thorntangle, LiVeWiRe, or Black Bard smashing just doesn't fill me with the same amount of dread).[/COLOR] Oh yeah (think happy thoughts Dr. Banner!). Anyway, we've got a special post, just for our favorite whipping boy, HULK. It stars Worm, and will hopefully soon be illustrated by Claudio Pozas (yeah right, like he'd touch this one with a Long Paintbrush (d2-1, x2, Reach). Not even a Brilliant, Holy, Bane vs. Silliness Long Paintbrush of Speed +2. Maybe a +3. ***** See Goblin. See Goblin run. Run, Goblin, run! See Worm. See Worm run. See Worm run after Goblin. Run, Worm, run! See Worm catch Goblin. [THIS SCENE HAS BEEN EDITED DUE TO GRAPHIC VIOLENCE] See red spot. See red spot run. Run, spot, run! The End. ***** And now, for those of us not in anger management classes.... ***** "Enemies or Allies?" or "Mr. Meepo Goes to Washington" Meepo kicked involuntarily under the thin blanket as he tried to flee the nightmares that invaded his sleep. Images of nasty goblins thiefing his baby Calcryx played over and over again like his hatch mother’s whip when he was bad. The kobold knew that the wyrmling was his responsibility. He had earned the honor of being the hatch keeper - he had endured the Test of Nasty Things; but those dung grubbing goblins had taken that all away from him. Now the Iron Handed God sent the nightmares to torture him until he met the dark skinned taker of souls. The kobold whimpered and kicked at the thought of a soul-taker but Meepo knew that he deserved it for not protecting Calcryx with his life. It was not his fault, he had tried to die, but the dung grubbers smacked their clubs like new hatches. He did not even have off-colored skin spots from their weak non-scaly arms. The hatch keeper had gotten worse hurts from Cal’s love bites and cuddling. He missed her. Suddenly, the blanket was ripped from the kobolds head while a dark figure wrestled with him, finally pinning him from behind and forcing a shiny blade before his throat. Meepo stared at the black arm that held that blade and knew that a soul-taker had come for him. A velvety voice, like a dragon’s purr, whispered into his half chewed ears. The language of the voice was unknown to the helpless keeper, but he understood the unspoken language of the blade. With a deep sigh, the proud kobold closed his eyes and forced his neck forward. Meepo strained against the arm holding him, but he didn’t feel the sting of the metal blade on his neck scales. Knowing that the great after-cave could not be reached without great pain, the kobold opened his eyes to see what was keeping his punishment. He noticed that the blade had been moved to his right, and the kobold knew that his soul-taker was torturing him, baiting him with the sharp metal edge. Pushing with all his might, the strongest kobold in the clan tried once again to make his penance, but his efforts were to no avail. The dully glinting promise of death was still out of reach, and the tightly locked arm holding him proved too firm. The dark figure behind the kobold once again growled in the strange guttural language, but this time it seemed to Meepo that he grunted to someone else. The kobold prisoner watched as a new group of figures appeared from around the pen’s exit door. Meepo quivered in fear at the thought of multiple soul-takers, but he knew that losing a wyrmling dragon-god was a terrible crime that called for a terrible punishment. The dragon keeper bit back sobs, determined to take his punishment like a true keeper to appease the great Scorch God and take his spot in the great feasting cave. He prayed that his sin was not awful enough that he would not be at the great feast, but instead in it. Meepo held his breath in anticipation as the figures moved from beyond the door and came into his full view. “[I]Light.[/I]” One of the figures spoke a word filled with dragon magic, and a brilliant burst of color blinded the kobold for a double heartbeat; when his eyes cleared the room was lit with a soft glow. Meepo’s eyes adjusted as he felt his shadow vision adjust to fire light vision, and the kobold gasped in denial as light revealed the figures to be surface dwellers, and light-skinned dwellers at that. Three of the figures were tall, like a chief of the dung grubbers and the third was short like him. The captive kobold realized that they must be great warriors because they had new armor, probably the best of their clan. He also noticed that one of the figures, the one who commanded dragon magic, was different - it had red fur, like Scorch fire, and curved differently than the other surface walkers. Meepo felt the arms slowly release from around his neck and the soul-taker wrapped in black cloth stepped around him into view, still brandishing his shiny blade at the kobold. The wyrm keeper nearly fainted as a realization washed over him. [I]The fire furred one is a Scorch Angel. She has brought a soul-taker and surface warriors to help me get Calcryx back from mean nasty dung grubbers! The Scorch God knows I am a good dragon keeper. Fire-Fur is an Angel in disguise to get aid from a soul-taker and the surface warriors! She has strong dragon magic![/I] Meepo, giddy with excitement, barely noticed as the Angel and her warriors talked amongst themselves in some strange surface speak and pointed at him. The small kobold twirled around looking for something to clean with, to make himself presentable to the Angel. The room lay exactly as the dung grubber raid had left it: blood, both goblin and kobold, coated the entire room and Calcryx’s cage had been mangled and overturned, the puddles of water scattered around it the only reminders of Calcryx’s frosty breath, and the ritual symbols etched and painted by Yusdrayl, the kobold chieftain, had become scratched and barely visible. The only thing not showing signs of battle were the crates of rat bodies that Meepo used as wyrm food. “I be a Roar-Ah, who be you?” Meepo broke from his search as the Angel’s voice floated over him, commanding his attention. The kobold stared in awe at his god’s messenger, for she spoke in the true dragon-speak forbidden by the clans, and he fought to make some sense of the higher language of the dragon gods and remark back to her. When nothing but a gasp of air escaped from his mouth, the kobold noticed that the Angel turned and spoke with the soul-taker and surface walkers again. “I am Meepo! Keeper of Dragons!” he finally pronounced, puffing out his chest but making sure to use only the speech allowed of the lower clans. He watched, stricken, as Angel, soul-taker, and surface dwellers all turned to look at the prideful kobold. [I]Oh![/I] he thought, [I]Maybe even the Keeper of Dragons isn’t allowed to speak to an Angel![/I] Meepo’s knees quivered and he fell to the ground, begging for mercy. “Please not kill Meepo! Please not kill Meepo!” With his face pressed close to the ground and his eyes held tightly shut, Meepo did not hear the Angel approach him. When he heard her voice flow over him, he half expected to begin the Burning, but instead she knelt down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “No one be hurting you.” The keeper looked up into her flame fur ringed face and, for the first time since Calcryx had been taken, felt safe. It wasn’t until after he stopped gazing into her eyes that he noticed the soul-taker close behind him, ready to collect his due, and one of the tall surface walkers with a huge bow trained on his chest. Instinctively, he jumped into the Angel’s arms. “Don’t kill Meepo! Don’t kill Meepo!” he screamed. He buried his snout in the Roar-Ah’s warm chest and wailed, oblivious to the hurried conversation between his Angel and her minions. The Angel rocked him gently as she whispered to her servants, and after a long tense moment for the kobold, she set him back on his feet. “No one hurt Meepo.” She stated it, almost as if it was for the surface dweller’s benefit rather than the keeper’s. He looked around at the Angel’s servants: they had all relaxed visibly, though Meepo was sure that the black wrapped one still wanted to take his soul. Knowing that the Angel had favored him, he took a deep breath, and began. “Meepo know you here to bring back Calcryx! Meepo take you to Yusdrayl!” When Roar-Ah paused, as if surprised the kobold had continued speaking to her divine prescence, Meepo fell to the ground and prostrated himself before her, awaiting her fiery vengeance. But instead of waves of fire melting his scales, Meepo lay stunned as the Angel simply said. “Who is Yusdrayl?” He popped his head up long enough to say “Yusdrayl clan chief!” and duck again, though this time, he kept one eye open and looking directly at Roar-Ah. She didn’t seem ready to burn him. “Meepo take you there?” Long moments later, filled with a brisk conversation between the surface dwellers and their mistress, the Angel turned back to Meepo and said, “Yes, take us to Yusdrayl.” With a yip, Meepo jumped up and took Roar-Ah’s hand, padding toward the center of the warrens, and Yusdrayl. ***** Next week: “You Scratch My Back and I’ll Scratch Yours,” or, “What’s Behind Door #1” [/QUOTE]
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