The Place of the Winds


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A goblin skips across the Place of Winds, throwing fire-crackers from a basket and singing...
'Little old girl and Squug fell out,
Squug fell down and she gave a shout,
'EXSANGUINUS', she shouted with glee,
and slurped his blood it's plain to see.'


...And there's nothing like goblins, for killing the mood. she says with a wry grin.
So I guess we should go ask for the wisdom of the birds now.
She takes his hand and stays close to him as they leave the nest where they were sleeping.


The Runelord's goblin minion pauses in his singing and looks up vaguely in the diection of Lynora and Jack's location, shielding his eyes as best he can from the sun and squinting.


lynora-Jill wrote:

...And there's nothing like goblins, for killing the mood. she says with a wry grin.

So I guess we should go ask for the wisdom of the birds now.
She takes his hand and stays close to him as they leave the nest where they were sleeping.

Damn goblins.


The small ancient chicken approaches LJ and JH.

Brwaak!

Dire forces gather. The threads ring with outrages against the Balance. The priestess of vengance will wake and there will be blood.

Awwwrk!


Dire forces? Brwaaktor what's going on? What have we missed???


'Pretty lady, metal man, beware the Queen of Lies,
She speaks what 'golden truths' she can,
She twists and slays for her master's plan,
And when the eldest comes, all dies.'

The goblin pauses and scrunches up its brow trying to remember something.
No verse... No verse. He said something about events shadowing the greater shadow; to beware the flame of the fifth.


Chicken!
The goblin's eyes light up, for a moment, and it fumbles for something which it usually has but which it doesn't have this time.
Bah. No weapons he said. Snurk not have arquebush to shoot giant chicken for a month of dinners.


lynora-Jill wrote:

Dire forces? Brwaaktor what's going on? What have we missed???

Brwaak ...

The wasp priestess lies sleeping..
Her home has been defiled
Her temple is weeping
Her acolytes turned vile
A revenant has slain all
A mask has played the jackal
Upon Calistria's hallowed halls a pall
And nought now stirs there but raven and grackle.


Oh no! Alaina! Oh, those poor girls. Oh, we have to help them....only I don't have any of my spells any more and JH isn't much better off.
Brwaaktor, do you know what we should do?


The goblin tries throwing some firecrackers in the direction of the eldest chicken, but besides from making loud *bangs* they cause the eldest chicken no discomfort.


lynora-Jill wrote:

Oh no! Alaina! Oh, those poor girls. Oh, we have to help them....only I don't have any of my spells any more and JH isn't much better off.

Brwaaktor, do you know what we should do?

Brwaaktor turns sad eyes towards Lynora-Jill

Evil struck as evil fell
Wheels within wheels turn
The Balance sways as chaos reigns
And good falters and burns
Revenge can seduce virtue's kin
And turn them to the Black
Anguish leads to subtle sins
And even angels can't turn back

Awwwk ...


The goblin dances in frustration and yells.
Come here, chicken, and roll in breadcrumbs, like dumb chickens are supposed to do when...
Uh. Wait. Snurk forget breadcrumbs. How Snurk supposed to make chicken nuggets with no arquebush to shoot chicken, or breadcrumbs to roll chicken in?


Ooookay. That doesn't sound good. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Winds start to swirl around her as her confusion and frustration grows, though gentle enough that they won't harm anything.

So, just to recap, It turns out I'm part air elemental, I can use the bow to heal even though I can't cast spells, I don't know if I'll ever be able to reestablish my connection to obtain divine spells again, but my father's ghost seemed to think that I wouldn't, While we were gone there was some sort of awful attack, And now there's some danger of good guys turning evil because of a quest for revenge, Oh, and JH's earth powers have retreated for some reason. Did I miss anything?


Snurk. You forget Snurk wants chicken nuggets. (The goblin shouts.)


Sounds about right.

What do we do about it?


She sighs.

Move ahead blindly just like usual?


Catch Snurk that chicken, metal man!
The goblin stabs a spindly green finger several times in the direction of the eldest chicken.


lynora-Jill wrote:

She sighs.

Move ahead blindly just like usual?

And smash the bad guys.

Maybe a few goblins too. The kind that break moods.


Tired of being ignored, the goblin makes a rude gesture at Lynora Jill and Jack Hammer, and sits down in a sulk.


The Eighth Runelord wrote:

Tired of being ignored, the goblin makes a rude gesture at Lynora Jill and Jack Hammer, and sits down in a sulk.

I thought Pouty was a dwarf? No chicken for you. At least talking ones.


Jack Hammer wrote:
lynora-Jill wrote:

She sighs.

Move ahead blindly just like usual?

And smash the bad guys.

Maybe a few goblins too. The kind that break moods.

She smiles. I think leaving him alone with his frustration is probably punishment enough. We should probably go and talk to the treant then. You're not going to be able to do much smashing while you're in so much pain.


Silly metal man. Even goblins know that pouty is what you use to keep glass in window frames, when you not have snapple fungus or dried blood.
The goblin takes the opportunity to make a choice remark about Jack's obvious 'ignorance'.


The Eighth Runelord wrote:

Catch Snurk that chicken, metal man!

The goblin stabs a spindly green finger several times in the direction of the eldest chicken.

I'm laughing out loud.

A small shocker lizard appears.
"Silly gremlin, chicken clever, chicken fly away!
I think which will happen? Great and Evil both hold sway!
Danger of the thing inseen? Inspeaked? I isn't think it waiting.
Risk great, death many, friends not come til it too lating!"
He's not stealing the whole 'rhyming prophecy' thing, he gets bored easily. He's extremely versatile, but a bit bizarre.


You ask the Emperor about the Spring Sapling when you see him. The Spring Sapling...
The goblin trails off, and uncharacteristically clenches its mouth shut.
Look. You forget I say anything about the Spring Sapling. It better for you that way. Heaps better.


The goblin throws a couple of firecrackers in the direction of the Runelord of Uncaring.
Hmmph. If big Runelord boss not say I leave you alone, Snurk would roast you on a spit, since Snurk not have chicken for dinner.


Well since sky not fall on his head, it time for Snurk to go.
The goblin stands up, collects his basket, and starts to skip off, singing badly as he does.
'Jesters giggling in a gaggle,
Show no respect likely for Runelord pride.
Gates of hell not fly right wide open,
To suck the poor old Jacks inside.'

Accompanied by a couple of loud *bangs* the goblin skips around a tor, and out of the thread.


Well, one future avoided another yet to be revealed. Hopefully not as bad as the last one.


We'll just have to make sure that it isn't. Somehow.


Awrrkk ..

You both are the fulcrum upon which the Balance sits. Your strength will be needed when the vengance times approach ..


She looks alarmed at Brwaaktor's words. And then resigned.
Just once it would be nice if it were someone else's responsibility, but I guess that's what heroes do. Fight the bad guys.


Sending

The Time of Rebirth is at hand Champion. Come to the Ancient Grove.


The Earth calls. Feel like a walk thru the woods?

I'd like to check out Club Calistria but my strength is low. Relatively speaking. It's easy to forget what normal feels like.


Tell me about it. Even with my wind powers unaffected, I still feel useless.
Well, since we were going to go there next anyways, I would be glad to go for a walk through the woods. I think we should probably go straight there.


If you're done here let's go.

Heading over to the Ancient Grove thread.


Yes, I'm done here. Let's go.


Mmmmm.....roadkill.


The ancient chicken stares sadly at the distant peaks surrounding the Place of Winds

Vengance is a poisoned cup
Sweet as sugar first
But soon as lips has touched to sup
You must then drink till burst ..


A prehistric-looking eagle glides in. He lands and begins to speak in birdish.

"Greeting Bwaaaktor, great seer of the winds. I have come to ask if you have need of my services. I can serve as the ambassador to the Champions, and can be a personal guard for whoever you say. To the Winds I pledge my fealty."


The ancient chicken looks at the newcomer

BRAAWK!

We can use a messenger. Dire portents are in the winds.

SQUAA!

Go an tell the champoins that the pale girl comes ..

ARRK!


Returns from serving his master the wizard.
Hoo?


Brwaaaktor, Eldest Chicken wrote:

The ancient chicken looks at the newcomer

BRAAWK!

We can use a messenger. Dire portents are in the winds.

SQUAA!

Go an tell the champoins that the pale girl comes ..

ARRK!

"Dire portents shall a dire-eagle tell. It will be done."

*He flies off.*


Braaawktor frets, throwing endless patterns of feedcorn on the windswept rocks

KRAAA ...

Evil times bring evil doings
All the threads could hang in ruins
Pale girl comes and brings us sorrow
Withering all our tomorrows ....


Panic fills the skies as the shape of a dragon emerges from the interthereal, sending birds and other creatures scattering in all directions.
With strong wing beats, the dragon drives down to land in front of the Eldest Chicken.


The ancient chicken stares up at the black dragon

Greetings cousin.


Greetings. the dragon eyes Brwaaaktor with a mix of curiosity and something else.
So the latest word is that a vampire is the big threat everyone should be on guard against?
And yet despite this, you would not BELIEVE the ingratitude of various lower life forms that have refused my generous offers of protection in return for tribute or other forms of service...
You do not appear to be having nearly as much impact as you should have, Brwaaaktor, and I am in two minds over whether that is a Good thing, or a Very Bad Thing.


Hmmph. You are an oracle, sacred to those that fly.
I shall observe the laws and leave you be.


BUT, those upon whom you are relying had best deal with this undead chit.
I do not want to have to commit myself to deal with it because they have failed.


Smagnavast the Black wrote:

Hmmph. You are an oracle, sacred to those that fly.

I shall observe the laws and leave you be.

Braaawktor nods

Thank you cousin. I will give you this advice. The ways of arrogance and power can be a perilous road. Think well on your journey.

The small chicken throws a clawfull of golden grain upon the weathered sandstone ledge

Evil comes, as it always does ...

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