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<blockquote data-quote="Tangent Loki" data-source="post: 4107725" data-attributes="member: 20209"><p>[D] [/D]</p><p></p><p>They form a new marching order and begin to wend they're way. </p><p></p><p>The day is full of scattered rainstorms. It is hot and miserable. </p><p></p><p>The next day promises to be bright and dry. </p><p></p><p>In the night a hissing noise is heard. Wolf goes to check it out. he sees a small darting creature spraying acid on a monster composed of rock. It's feeble attempts to ward the creature off, or crush it in its massive paws play out to the logical conclusion.</p><p></p><p>It melts into goo. The small creature stalks off.</p><p></p><p>They sleep peacefully. </p><p></p><p>In the afternoon they spot a tree by the side of the Road. Both of the native fliers, the dragon-centaur and Wolf are high up in the air. </p><p></p><p>But those on the ground notice a shape under the tree. it is a smallish man with fair skin. He has blonde hair, and a quick smile. He leans nonchalantly on a tiny blade. It is of equisite craftsmanshio. He has a flowing vest and a small burnished shield on his left arm. </p><p></p><p>around his neck hangs a very familiar amulet. </p><p></p><p>Valence's eyes widen in surpirse. </p><p></p><p>The creature sings out;</p><p></p><p>'I have won this fair and square </p><p>but to win it back if you dare</p><p>you will face a test of three</p><p>the first of challenges is me</p><p></p><p>the second is to come in dreams</p><p>and the last a challenge of things unmean</p><p>so pick up your sword and draw to duel</p><p>let's begin the play, you silly fool.'</p><p></p><p>with that he swings his sword up in a flourish. Patiently waiting for Valence to make a move. Unseen eyes of the fey also watch this gatherng. </p><p></p><p></p><p> Valence charges her blade pouring her psionic focus into it it glitters with an inner light, the deep crystal refracting the mental power imbued in it. She steps forward and takes a swing. her blade slices quickly, but the fey is a little faster, rolling under the arc of the blade, it comes up slapping her hard on the rump.</p><p></p><p> Valence calls upon some of her powers and disappears, reappearing a few feet away, winking through the astral void in an instant.</p><p></p><p> The fey launches into a swirling twist evading her ready sword and slaps her on the cheek. </p><p></p><p> Valence launches a low thrust, which misses the wildly darting fey, and twists it into a wide slash at his side. But he is up and over the blade in an instant, leaping higher than one would expect for his small frame. Valence winks out again.</p><p></p><p> The fey laughs and darts back in to her, rolling again under the blade as if it were nothing but a curtain door. He slaps out again. Valence can feel sweat starting to form on her face. This fey is tiring her out.</p><p></p><p> She launches another two cuts, rapid slashed downward with the flat of her blade. </p><p></p><p> The fey easily dodges them, stepping back as they descend, his blade following in their wake to slap her again. He also sends a few stokes slashing at her feet, causing her to begina a little dance to avoid the knifing blade. </p><p></p><p> She winks out again. </p><p></p><p> Now she is really beginning to feel tired. Her responses begin to slow. And very soon she can feel fatigue aching in her bones. A few more slashes. She is too tired to call upon her mental reserves. She collapses into the dust.</p><p></p><p></p><p> As she falls, the fey, smiles. He stabs his sword into the earth and calls ' I forfeit'.</p><p></p><p> He drops the amulet on her, retrieves his blade and walks back behind the small tree. He disappears. </p><p></p><p> Where he left the quickest eyes spot some mushrooms. Odd colored, with a lightly glowing fluid just inside the cap. It is quickly harvested and added to the store of existant fluid.</p><p></p><p>It is a few hours until Valence will be back among the wakeful.</p><p></p><p>They find a tree a little ways down the road with a stream nearby.</p><p></p><p>Everyone settles in for a nap during the hottest part of the day. </p><p></p><p>Wolf moves from the tree to the river to the tree to the river. every few minutes. </p><p></p><p>Until on one of these routine trips he is interrupted. As he approaches the water a stream of bulbbling tar spars across his back. It melts down into his flesh. He can scarce turn before it has again sprayed him. He lets out a scream.</p><p></p><p>It is a small creature its beady black eyes and long talons on its feet, perched precariously between its eyes is a small nozzle-like snout, it is the color of leather. </p><p></p><p>It hisses at him. </p><p></p><p>he draws his axe and begins hacking. It tries to claw him with its feet. The dragon-centaur, wheels around in the sky and descneds rapidly to the flight, his glaive burtsing into flame. </p><p></p><p>He impales the creature among the axe-strokes of wolf. </p><p></p><p>it dies. </p><p></p><p>He wonders if he can make it into a waterskin.</p><p></p><p>But decides against it.</p><p></p><p>They move back to the part wolf nursing his wounds. </p><p></p><p>They travel on. </p><p></p><p>The night is uneventful, but valence's dreams call to her.</p><p></p><p>she sees</p><p>[D] [/D]</p><p></p><p>She wakes up to find her amulet melted into slag inside her bag.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tangent Loki, post: 4107725, member: 20209"] [D] [/D] They form a new marching order and begin to wend they're way. The day is full of scattered rainstorms. It is hot and miserable. The next day promises to be bright and dry. In the night a hissing noise is heard. Wolf goes to check it out. he sees a small darting creature spraying acid on a monster composed of rock. It's feeble attempts to ward the creature off, or crush it in its massive paws play out to the logical conclusion. It melts into goo. The small creature stalks off. They sleep peacefully. In the afternoon they spot a tree by the side of the Road. Both of the native fliers, the dragon-centaur and Wolf are high up in the air. But those on the ground notice a shape under the tree. it is a smallish man with fair skin. He has blonde hair, and a quick smile. He leans nonchalantly on a tiny blade. It is of equisite craftsmanshio. He has a flowing vest and a small burnished shield on his left arm. around his neck hangs a very familiar amulet. Valence's eyes widen in surpirse. The creature sings out; 'I have won this fair and square but to win it back if you dare you will face a test of three the first of challenges is me the second is to come in dreams and the last a challenge of things unmean so pick up your sword and draw to duel let's begin the play, you silly fool.' with that he swings his sword up in a flourish. Patiently waiting for Valence to make a move. Unseen eyes of the fey also watch this gatherng. Valence charges her blade pouring her psionic focus into it it glitters with an inner light, the deep crystal refracting the mental power imbued in it. She steps forward and takes a swing. her blade slices quickly, but the fey is a little faster, rolling under the arc of the blade, it comes up slapping her hard on the rump. Valence calls upon some of her powers and disappears, reappearing a few feet away, winking through the astral void in an instant. The fey launches into a swirling twist evading her ready sword and slaps her on the cheek. Valence launches a low thrust, which misses the wildly darting fey, and twists it into a wide slash at his side. But he is up and over the blade in an instant, leaping higher than one would expect for his small frame. Valence winks out again. The fey laughs and darts back in to her, rolling again under the blade as if it were nothing but a curtain door. He slaps out again. Valence can feel sweat starting to form on her face. This fey is tiring her out. She launches another two cuts, rapid slashed downward with the flat of her blade. The fey easily dodges them, stepping back as they descend, his blade following in their wake to slap her again. He also sends a few stokes slashing at her feet, causing her to begina a little dance to avoid the knifing blade. She winks out again. Now she is really beginning to feel tired. Her responses begin to slow. And very soon she can feel fatigue aching in her bones. A few more slashes. She is too tired to call upon her mental reserves. She collapses into the dust. As she falls, the fey, smiles. He stabs his sword into the earth and calls ' I forfeit'. He drops the amulet on her, retrieves his blade and walks back behind the small tree. He disappears. Where he left the quickest eyes spot some mushrooms. Odd colored, with a lightly glowing fluid just inside the cap. It is quickly harvested and added to the store of existant fluid. It is a few hours until Valence will be back among the wakeful. They find a tree a little ways down the road with a stream nearby. Everyone settles in for a nap during the hottest part of the day. Wolf moves from the tree to the river to the tree to the river. every few minutes. Until on one of these routine trips he is interrupted. As he approaches the water a stream of bulbbling tar spars across his back. It melts down into his flesh. He can scarce turn before it has again sprayed him. He lets out a scream. It is a small creature its beady black eyes and long talons on its feet, perched precariously between its eyes is a small nozzle-like snout, it is the color of leather. It hisses at him. he draws his axe and begins hacking. It tries to claw him with its feet. The dragon-centaur, wheels around in the sky and descneds rapidly to the flight, his glaive burtsing into flame. He impales the creature among the axe-strokes of wolf. it dies. He wonders if he can make it into a waterskin. But decides against it. They move back to the part wolf nursing his wounds. They travel on. The night is uneventful, but valence's dreams call to her. she sees [D] [/D] She wakes up to find her amulet melted into slag inside her bag. [/QUOTE]
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