Tsunami's Story Hour: Legions of the Damned! (Updated? Whaaaa?)
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Stone Angel
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I actually like all of the characters, but I like Uel because I have never had a character quite like him so I am very curious about him. But as I am reading through the story a second time I am taking more of a liking to Arudan as well, but I am still a Uel fan and Druids seem to be underdogs as far as fantasy stories go, not to many about a bad ass DnD druid!!
Lets see an update,
The Seraph of Earth and Stone.
Lets see an update,
The Seraph of Earth and Stone.
Look_a_Unicorn
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I'm sure most people would agree that Nym isn't too lacking in the bad-arse department 
Great story Tsunami, keep it up!
Great story Tsunami, keep it up!
Stone Angel, you were saying you've never had a character quite like Uel - the strange thing is, that's kinda the same with me - I've played a character or two similar to Uel, but most of the time, (and my group will agree) I use quasi-action-hero sort-of wannabies, where they jump through glass windows and get in bar fights just for fun. For me, Uel is comparatively sedated (he still does stuff, just quieter and more solemn). Oh yeah, and he's still a LOT of fun to play.
Hehe... I'm fine with taking a back seat to a character as cool as Uel, though Arudan would be rather jealous to hear this... Anyways I did a drawing of Uel a few weeks if not months ago and it seems it would be well received here so I'll post it tomorrow when I get it from school.
Well I hope Tsunami starts posting tonight or tomorrow it's kinda weird having to with-hold information because you all know so little. Toodloo
Well I hope Tsunami starts posting tonight or tomorrow it's kinda weird having to with-hold information because you all know so little. Toodloo
Breakstone
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Chapter 8
Interlude and an Angel
Keith rubbed his neck, and cleared his throat. “So… Ruskin, was it? Thank you for your help in defeating that beast. We would truly have been doomed had it not been for your skills in archery.”
Ruskin stared, wide-eyed and silent.
“Er… we’ll be off then. Goodbye, Sir Ruskin.”
An awkward moment passed as nobody moved.
“Er… well then…”
Somebody coughed.
Keith sighed, and rubbed his neck again. Although healed, it was still sore from the week’s battles. He’d have to ponder investing in some sort of neck guard soon.
Another lethargic moment floated by in the soft breeze. Arudan tapped his foot impatiently, and Joshua retrieved his spear.
“Say, Ruskin,” Keith broke the silence with a proposition, “would you care to travel on with us? We could always use another skilled warrior to fight by our side.”
“Meh,” spoke the halfling.
When nothing else was said, Keith announced, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then, I suppose. Anyways, on to Steinbruch!”
“Finally!” Arudan cried as the group marched off.
Two days passed as the adventurers traveled towards Steinbruch. The sky was shrouded in a blanket of gray clouds, casting a harsh light upon the road.
Keith glanced towards the sky and noted in a cheerful voice, “Nature seems a little depressed today, doesn’t it Uel?”
“Nature’s mannerisms cannot be defined by simple human emotions, Keith,” Uel spoke, ever stoic.
“Right, right…” Keith mumbled, and inwardly rolled his eyes. ‘Elves…’
Later that night, a rumble was heard in the group’s camp. “Thunder?” Keith asked, awakening from a light sleep.
Uel, who was on guard duty at the time, squinted at a large shape in the darkness and answered. “No. It’s a cart, coming down the road.”
“Maybe it’s a trader…” Keith pondered, rousing Arudan and Joshua awake, “I think we could use some supplies.”
Arudan patted his pockets and frowned. “I hate to be the cautious one, Keith, but we don’t have much gold. Those peasants only rewarded us with a few silvers.”
But Keith simply smiled. “Just leave it all to me, my friend…”
In the torchlight, Tomakin could barely make out the wide, friendly grin on the armored fellow’s face. “Howdy, folks! The name’s Tomakin, and I’m a trader of goods! Need a horse? I’ve got one! Need a sword? I’ve got that too-“
“Tomakin?” Keith Goodfellow interrupted, drawing closer. “Tomakin, the world famous trader? Wow, I’ve heard all about you!”
Tomakin smirked, and chuckled to himself, ‘This is going to be an easy profit…’
…It was only the next day, in the middle of a trade with a needle-toothed half-orc, that Tomakin realized just how much money he lost that night…
Over the next few days of travel, as Steinbruch grew closer and closer, Uel sent his crows out to gather more of their kin. He was rewarded with an entire nest of crows, a bit smaller than his original flock, who decided to join his league. Joshua found himself drawn to the crows, and soon befriended the entire flock Ruskin followed behind, watching in wide-eyed silence as Keith and Arudan, both riding on the only horses, went through their usual routines of bickering.
And thus, no one expected the angel to fall from the sky.
It was Uel who spotted him first. His eyes, shrouded in the shadow of his hood, picked up a flutter of great white wings against the monotonous gray sky. A giant egret? Uel glanced about the group, but no one else seemed to notice.
Except for Ruskin, who followed Uel’s gaze to the sleek body with long green hair falling from the clouds. “Hm?” he grunted.
Keith and Arudan finally broke their debate to notice the angel crash into the road ahead of them.
“Great Gods above…” Keith gasped, and urged his horse forward. He found the angel, splashed with mud and blood, twitching on the ground. His wings- brilliantly white- convulsed, shedding feathers which twirled to the ground in a blizzard of ivory. Keith pulled the winged man out of the mud, eyes widening in horror at the multitude of puncture wounds, red and swollen, that covered the angel’s skin.
“Help!” the angel gasped. “Stein… bruch!”
He blinked rapidly, and his eyes were glazed, pupils dilated, refusing to focus on a single spot. A thin layer of sweat coated the his pearly skin, and Keith found it hard to keep a grasp. Finally, the celestial gave one last hoarse cry, and collapsed.
When the others caught up, the ghastly expression on Keith’s face was enough to explain the situation. “Arudan and I will ride ahead to Steinbruch to deliver this angel to a temple,” Keith announced. He’d faced troubling situations on the battlefield before, and he wasn’t going to loose his cool now. “Uel and Ruskin, we’ll meet you in Steinbruch when you catch up.”
“And me?” asked Joshua. Although almost six feet tall, the village boy had a meek presence that was easy to overlook.
“Oh, yes, Joshua… stay with Uel.”
“Right!”
With that, Keith lifted the angel over his shoulder. The body was surprisingly light for its size, but Keith didn’t take too much time to reflect on this as he and Arudan rode towards Steinbruch…
…oblivious to the horror that awaited them ahead.
Interlude and an Angel
Keith rubbed his neck, and cleared his throat. “So… Ruskin, was it? Thank you for your help in defeating that beast. We would truly have been doomed had it not been for your skills in archery.”
Ruskin stared, wide-eyed and silent.
“Er… we’ll be off then. Goodbye, Sir Ruskin.”
An awkward moment passed as nobody moved.
“Er… well then…”
Somebody coughed.
Keith sighed, and rubbed his neck again. Although healed, it was still sore from the week’s battles. He’d have to ponder investing in some sort of neck guard soon.
Another lethargic moment floated by in the soft breeze. Arudan tapped his foot impatiently, and Joshua retrieved his spear.
“Say, Ruskin,” Keith broke the silence with a proposition, “would you care to travel on with us? We could always use another skilled warrior to fight by our side.”
“Meh,” spoke the halfling.
When nothing else was said, Keith announced, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then, I suppose. Anyways, on to Steinbruch!”
“Finally!” Arudan cried as the group marched off.
Two days passed as the adventurers traveled towards Steinbruch. The sky was shrouded in a blanket of gray clouds, casting a harsh light upon the road.
Keith glanced towards the sky and noted in a cheerful voice, “Nature seems a little depressed today, doesn’t it Uel?”
“Nature’s mannerisms cannot be defined by simple human emotions, Keith,” Uel spoke, ever stoic.
“Right, right…” Keith mumbled, and inwardly rolled his eyes. ‘Elves…’
Later that night, a rumble was heard in the group’s camp. “Thunder?” Keith asked, awakening from a light sleep.
Uel, who was on guard duty at the time, squinted at a large shape in the darkness and answered. “No. It’s a cart, coming down the road.”
“Maybe it’s a trader…” Keith pondered, rousing Arudan and Joshua awake, “I think we could use some supplies.”
Arudan patted his pockets and frowned. “I hate to be the cautious one, Keith, but we don’t have much gold. Those peasants only rewarded us with a few silvers.”
But Keith simply smiled. “Just leave it all to me, my friend…”
In the torchlight, Tomakin could barely make out the wide, friendly grin on the armored fellow’s face. “Howdy, folks! The name’s Tomakin, and I’m a trader of goods! Need a horse? I’ve got one! Need a sword? I’ve got that too-“
“Tomakin?” Keith Goodfellow interrupted, drawing closer. “Tomakin, the world famous trader? Wow, I’ve heard all about you!”
Tomakin smirked, and chuckled to himself, ‘This is going to be an easy profit…’
…It was only the next day, in the middle of a trade with a needle-toothed half-orc, that Tomakin realized just how much money he lost that night…
Over the next few days of travel, as Steinbruch grew closer and closer, Uel sent his crows out to gather more of their kin. He was rewarded with an entire nest of crows, a bit smaller than his original flock, who decided to join his league. Joshua found himself drawn to the crows, and soon befriended the entire flock Ruskin followed behind, watching in wide-eyed silence as Keith and Arudan, both riding on the only horses, went through their usual routines of bickering.
And thus, no one expected the angel to fall from the sky.
It was Uel who spotted him first. His eyes, shrouded in the shadow of his hood, picked up a flutter of great white wings against the monotonous gray sky. A giant egret? Uel glanced about the group, but no one else seemed to notice.
Except for Ruskin, who followed Uel’s gaze to the sleek body with long green hair falling from the clouds. “Hm?” he grunted.
Keith and Arudan finally broke their debate to notice the angel crash into the road ahead of them.
“Great Gods above…” Keith gasped, and urged his horse forward. He found the angel, splashed with mud and blood, twitching on the ground. His wings- brilliantly white- convulsed, shedding feathers which twirled to the ground in a blizzard of ivory. Keith pulled the winged man out of the mud, eyes widening in horror at the multitude of puncture wounds, red and swollen, that covered the angel’s skin.
“Help!” the angel gasped. “Stein… bruch!”
He blinked rapidly, and his eyes were glazed, pupils dilated, refusing to focus on a single spot. A thin layer of sweat coated the his pearly skin, and Keith found it hard to keep a grasp. Finally, the celestial gave one last hoarse cry, and collapsed.
When the others caught up, the ghastly expression on Keith’s face was enough to explain the situation. “Arudan and I will ride ahead to Steinbruch to deliver this angel to a temple,” Keith announced. He’d faced troubling situations on the battlefield before, and he wasn’t going to loose his cool now. “Uel and Ruskin, we’ll meet you in Steinbruch when you catch up.”
“And me?” asked Joshua. Although almost six feet tall, the village boy had a meek presence that was easy to overlook.
“Oh, yes, Joshua… stay with Uel.”
“Right!”
With that, Keith lifted the angel over his shoulder. The body was surprisingly light for its size, but Keith didn’t take too much time to reflect on this as he and Arudan rode towards Steinbruch…
…oblivious to the horror that awaited them ahead.
Look_a_Unicorn
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"Keith rubbed his neck, and cleared his throat. “So… Ruskin, was it? Thank you for your help in defeating that beast. We would truly have been doomed had it not been for your skills in archery.”
Ruskin stared, wide-eyed and silent.
“Er… we’ll be off then. Goodbye, Sir Ruskin.”
An awkward moment passed as nobody moved.
“Er… well then…”
Somebody coughed."
I like Ruskin already. Players with a sense of humour make the game so much better!
Ruskin stared, wide-eyed and silent.
“Er… we’ll be off then. Goodbye, Sir Ruskin.”
An awkward moment passed as nobody moved.
“Er… well then…”
Somebody coughed."
I like Ruskin already
. Players with a sense of humour make the game so much better!
Breakstone
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Hooray! We're back in business!
And guess what? I've got an update all ready for you! I'll post it in just a minute!
And guess what? I've got an update all ready for you! I'll post it in just a minute!
Breakstone
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Chapter 9- Part 1
A Touch of Evil
The monotonous stone buildings of Steinbruch reflected the dull gray sky above. Men and dwarves wandered about, silent and focused. As Keith and Arudan arrived on horseback, carefully keeping a hold on the unconscious angel, their gazes drifted from the stolid faces of the townsfolk to the large yet colorless church north of them, then to the twin peaks of the Horsehead Mountains towering in the distance.
However, like embers in a bed of ashes, two men stood out. One was a cheery-looking oriental man in a bright red and yellow flowing robe, blissfully smiling at the drab village. By his side stood a stoic figure, dressed in the crimson clothes of a jester, but adorned with a black and white mask that hid his entire face from view. A careful observer would note the missing eyeholes, if they rallied the courage to stare long enough.
The oriental man suddenly met gazes with Keith, happily-squinted eyes locking with pale blue irises. “Oh, you brought back Abadon!” he cried in a surprisingly gentle voice, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. “Come Dmitri!” he gestured for the masked jester to follow him, “we must help our friend!”
Keith dismounted, and carried the angel forth. “Who are you, and how do you know this angel?”
“Oh?” the robed man continued to smile, “I am Sun Mao Tsu, a, eh, traveling priest, mm-hmm!” Arudan raised an eyebrow at the priest’s gleeful giggle.
Sun Mao Tsu continued. “I was healing this, eh, angel, as you called him, when he flew out the window in one of his feverous hallucinations. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll bring him back into the temple and, eh, continue the healing. Mm-hmm!”
Keith put a hand to his jaw as Dmitri silently carried the angel away. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, then asked, “You say you are a traveling priest, correct? Why have you come to this town?”
“And just who is Dmitri?” Arudan added.
“Ah,” Sun Mao Tsu folded his hands under his chin and chuckled like a child, “I came to cure this town of a, eh, serious illness. And Dmitri, well, he volunteered to be my, eh, personal assistant. Mm-hmm!”
Sun Mao Tsu turned with a flourish of his robes, and ushered Dmitri, laden with the angel, into the large temple.
“I don’t like this one bit, Arudan…” Keith whispered.
“Me neither!” Arudan hissed back, and pointed at one of the local men dressed in dull gray. “No self-respecting elf would wear those colors!”
Keith simply rolled his eyes and followed the jovial priest and his masked assistant through the great stone doors of the temple. Arudan tied the horses to a post, then ran into the darkness after the three.
Back on the road, Ruskin poked at something buried in the mud. “What’s that?” Uel asked, catching up with the fast-footed halfling. Ruskin answered by playing a few random chords on the buried object. “Oh, it’s a lute. How… odd.” Uel bent down and pulled the instrument from the puddle, and wiped away dust to reveal an interesting design.
“That’s strange… there seems to be an eye painted on this, but with a hole instead of a pupil…” He glanced down at Ruskin, who splashed in the mud gleefully. “Should we bring it to Keith and Arudan?”
“Meh…”
The temple was empty. Pews sat in rows, devoid of praying men and children attempting to hide giggles behind splayed hands. At the north of the church was a stone stage, with a pedestal lacking a heavy religious tomb or a preacher to teach from behind it. Keith and Arudan entered to see Dmitri, angel in hands, step though a back door to another room. Sun Mao Tsu turned, face still glowing with simple delight.
“Why are you following me?” he spoke in a voice devoid of anger.
“I don’t believe your story,” Keith announced, accusation echoing between the empty stone walls.
“I’m just following him,” Arudan smirked and pointed at Keith.
But Sun Mao Tsu’s smile did not falter. “The people of Steinbruch believe me. Go ask them; they can answer any questions that trouble your mind. Mm-hmm!” Again, he laughed a childish giggle. “Now, be gone!”
Keith took a breath to argue, but found himself already outside.
“Whoa…” Arudan spoke with awe.
Keith shook his head to free his mind from troubling thoughts, and surveyed the town. “Let’s go ask some townsfolk about this Sun Mao Tsu character.”
“You can do that, Keith,” Arudan reached into his pocket to fish for change, “I’m going to visit the tavern. That Sun Mao left me with a dry throat.”
The two split ways, and thus neither heard the tortured screams muted by the thick stone walls of the temple…
A Touch of Evil
The monotonous stone buildings of Steinbruch reflected the dull gray sky above. Men and dwarves wandered about, silent and focused. As Keith and Arudan arrived on horseback, carefully keeping a hold on the unconscious angel, their gazes drifted from the stolid faces of the townsfolk to the large yet colorless church north of them, then to the twin peaks of the Horsehead Mountains towering in the distance.
However, like embers in a bed of ashes, two men stood out. One was a cheery-looking oriental man in a bright red and yellow flowing robe, blissfully smiling at the drab village. By his side stood a stoic figure, dressed in the crimson clothes of a jester, but adorned with a black and white mask that hid his entire face from view. A careful observer would note the missing eyeholes, if they rallied the courage to stare long enough.
The oriental man suddenly met gazes with Keith, happily-squinted eyes locking with pale blue irises. “Oh, you brought back Abadon!” he cried in a surprisingly gentle voice, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. “Come Dmitri!” he gestured for the masked jester to follow him, “we must help our friend!”
Keith dismounted, and carried the angel forth. “Who are you, and how do you know this angel?”
“Oh?” the robed man continued to smile, “I am Sun Mao Tsu, a, eh, traveling priest, mm-hmm!” Arudan raised an eyebrow at the priest’s gleeful giggle.
Sun Mao Tsu continued. “I was healing this, eh, angel, as you called him, when he flew out the window in one of his feverous hallucinations. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll bring him back into the temple and, eh, continue the healing. Mm-hmm!”
Keith put a hand to his jaw as Dmitri silently carried the angel away. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, then asked, “You say you are a traveling priest, correct? Why have you come to this town?”
“And just who is Dmitri?” Arudan added.
“Ah,” Sun Mao Tsu folded his hands under his chin and chuckled like a child, “I came to cure this town of a, eh, serious illness. And Dmitri, well, he volunteered to be my, eh, personal assistant. Mm-hmm!”
Sun Mao Tsu turned with a flourish of his robes, and ushered Dmitri, laden with the angel, into the large temple.
“I don’t like this one bit, Arudan…” Keith whispered.
“Me neither!” Arudan hissed back, and pointed at one of the local men dressed in dull gray. “No self-respecting elf would wear those colors!”
Keith simply rolled his eyes and followed the jovial priest and his masked assistant through the great stone doors of the temple. Arudan tied the horses to a post, then ran into the darkness after the three.
Back on the road, Ruskin poked at something buried in the mud. “What’s that?” Uel asked, catching up with the fast-footed halfling. Ruskin answered by playing a few random chords on the buried object. “Oh, it’s a lute. How… odd.” Uel bent down and pulled the instrument from the puddle, and wiped away dust to reveal an interesting design.
“That’s strange… there seems to be an eye painted on this, but with a hole instead of a pupil…” He glanced down at Ruskin, who splashed in the mud gleefully. “Should we bring it to Keith and Arudan?”
“Meh…”
The temple was empty. Pews sat in rows, devoid of praying men and children attempting to hide giggles behind splayed hands. At the north of the church was a stone stage, with a pedestal lacking a heavy religious tomb or a preacher to teach from behind it. Keith and Arudan entered to see Dmitri, angel in hands, step though a back door to another room. Sun Mao Tsu turned, face still glowing with simple delight.
“Why are you following me?” he spoke in a voice devoid of anger.
“I don’t believe your story,” Keith announced, accusation echoing between the empty stone walls.
“I’m just following him,” Arudan smirked and pointed at Keith.
But Sun Mao Tsu’s smile did not falter. “The people of Steinbruch believe me. Go ask them; they can answer any questions that trouble your mind. Mm-hmm!” Again, he laughed a childish giggle. “Now, be gone!”
Keith took a breath to argue, but found himself already outside.
“Whoa…” Arudan spoke with awe.
Keith shook his head to free his mind from troubling thoughts, and surveyed the town. “Let’s go ask some townsfolk about this Sun Mao Tsu character.”
“You can do that, Keith,” Arudan reached into his pocket to fish for change, “I’m going to visit the tavern. That Sun Mao left me with a dry throat.”
The two split ways, and thus neither heard the tortured screams muted by the thick stone walls of the temple…
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