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Thread: The World's Paradox (Role-Play)




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    Zanath was all twisted up tring to klick his jaw back into place at the same time as pulling on the chain of hankercheifs and shooing off the squirrels. Luckily his jaw clicked back with only a small amount of pain and a large majikal band aid that he found in his other pocket. And the squirrels started to disapear in poofs of smoke as the spell wore off. He then swore at Araduun as he walked off and got back to dealing with the rather interesting peices of cloth.
    Suddenly he noticed a change in the colour of the hankercheifs coming out of his pouch .... wait a minute he thought wasint this chain looking a little familiar. He seemed to remember something about a demon attached to it, Zanath kept pulling on the Hankercheifs.
    All of a sudden a spiky tail tip popped out of the pouch attached to the last hankercheif, and Zanath remembered what the thing was! It was the greater demon Nagalash, he had put him in the pouch for safekeeping and attached the hankercheifs so he didint lose him. Of course 5 minutes later he had lost the hankercheifs and all sign of the demon. As he remember the cultists he had been holding the demon for had been rather angry at this. And of course 300 years wouldint have done anything to the demons demenor.
    so of course Zanath started pulling on the demons tail. Gradually the spiky snot green 3 story length of the demon was revealed. In the end he had to up end the pouch and as the 6 armed beast sprawled out onto the ground its knobbled head began to twitch as it came out of the sorcerous spell it had been under. Zanath kicked it to help it along and yelled into its ear " hey Naggy you owe me 300 years rent..." he was going to add more but the demon suddenly snapped awake and flicked out an arm in his direction.
    Zanath sailed through the air uttering a loud woop (it was fun!) and smashed into someones window. He picked himself up and turned to see the Demon rise to his full hight and roar. The wall of sound blew out all the windows in the city and everybody within several miles had to cover their ears.
    Zanath grinned. the demon looked relly pissed and would probably attack everybody in town. This may not have been a good idea but he was not known for his good ideas and it sure would be fun!

    OOC ok sean you wanted a battle! PS no killing it instantly please
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    :D
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    Mehigan watched as the girl turned away abruptly, letting go of his chest and going to the young man that was hiding behind the soldier. He smiled when the large soldier picked up the girl he had just healed and started to walk off when the young man siad something along the lines of, 'She's not healed......'

    "Excuse me young man? What do you mean? I did heal her...." Mehigan gestured into the air and spun his finger and then pointed back at the ground. The young man drifted off the ground slowly and then turned in the air smoothly, and he fell back to the ground, Mehigan took a step to the side, there was a quick rushing of air, and his arm seemed to disappear, along with the rest of his body, as if something was deleting his body from the side.....almost instantly his arm appeared in the air directly in front of the boy, followed by the rest of his body....

    "So you think i am un-reliable do you? What are your grounds for these comment's little one? I'm sure i could be just as reliable as the next man....why don't you just give me a chance?" Mehigan clicked his fingers as he looked deeply into the boy's eyes raising an eyebrow slightly, then with a smile he straightened his back and looked to his 'friends' as the boy turned with a somewhat puzzled smile on his face...."Why don't we give him a chance? He doesn't seem THAT bad...."

    Mehigan tilted his head to the side with a smile as Ogiratem raised off the ground behind him, still moaning and gripping at his mouth, "We have ourselves a 'compotent', at the very least, bodygaurd....i think i would be a 'worthy' member of your little group?" Mehigan glanced down at the book again and moistened his lips........

    :smokin:
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    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    ooc: is there anything you CAN'T fit in that pouch

    ic:Malakai watched the armor and dimunitive human stare at each other for several minutes. He also watched the human summon rabid squirrels that gnawed franticaly at the floating suit. Then there was a blur and the human was flying through the air, and through a wall, a rather thick, stone wall. The suit then walked off, leaving the now tangled human on the ground, saying "come on, it looks like there's a good battle about to start..." saying was the wrong word, it implied that the words had actually been spoken, with the suit it was more like the words smashed their way into your skull and yelled at you.

    Malakai turned to follow the suit into the tower, if there was anything he had learnt, it was that wherever the suit went violence followed. Seconds later he was knocked off his feet by a roar that made the araduun's voice sound like a pin dropping. Turning once again he saw a huge green daemonic figure towering mightily over the courtyard.

    Now THIS was a chance for a real battle, summoning the obedient roots of the sausage trees once more he directed them to form an augmenting suit around him. The roots rose obediently from the shattered earth, lifting him off the ground, flowing over his armor, cloaking him in green. When the process finished he was a 9 foot tall figure swathed in a myriad sinewy roots, glowing an incandescent green from within. He stalked towards the demon, sword drawn, leaping into the air in a blinding burst of speed and light he swung his mighty sword at the daemonic figure's upper arm, the blow never connected, instead he was thrown asunder by a spiked tail, into the tower. The tower shook with the impact as he slammed into it, groping blindly for a hand hold, he rose from the crumbled masonery like a phoenix rising from the flames, he shouted to the daemon "You'll have to do a LOT better than that!!".

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    As Ham began to look about the tower, it shook and produced dusty grey rubble; a large piece fell square on his face.

    "ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

    Ham summoned up all his strength, distinguished training and superhuman talents and leapt straight upwards screaming the hallowed words, "YOU SUCK!!!!"

    He continued surging through the air, breaking floorboards with his face, when he eventually reached the roof of the tower, he grabbed the chandelier tightly at the brim, looking about, he spied assassins, not just any old assassins, they looked like professionals, their suits were pressed and their blades were polished, excitement lingered in the air.

    But then Ham heard a confused bystander outside yell "boooo!" and a sausage flew through the window, striking him in the face.

    He looked to the nearby window, where the sausage originated from and saw the most wonderous thing he had ever seen in his life; right where he buried his old cloak and vomit, a gigantic tree had grown in his likeness,... Ham felt proud.

    All throughout this daydreaming, the assassins had tied him up.

    Another sausage flew through the window...
    "The guerilla warrior lives like a snail, with his house on his back." - Che Guevara, Guerilla Warfare.

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    Adele looked sympathetically into Bhren's weepy eyes. From her dress pocket she pulled a small handkerchief, looking down to equal his eye level, she dabbed at his tear-soaked face gently. She did not enquire into his story as he told her willingly. Minus the dramatics, Bhren was a natural storyteller; due to the bizzareness of the situation and his story, it was hard not to believe him. After many-an-hour, she too had fallen victim to his sotry. Tears welled into the corners of her eyes. She gruffly blinked them back into non-existence.

    Bhren apologised for the destruction of the inn, which tore at her heart. Forcing herself out of being the cold-hearted personality, she planted him into a comforting hug, running her hands through his hair and softly caressing his face in a motherly way. Adele broke away from him, slightly embarrassed, but she masked it expertly by making conversation, long since overdue.

    "Bhren, the inn is...replacable, but you...you are not. I think it would be the right time to reveal all of this to you, but give me a moment. Argh...that fiend would do anything for the book. Strangling me was the last straw."

    She sat down, falling heavily on an old, ragged staircase leading to the entrance of an abandoned out-house. Bhren eyed her strangely and Adele was compelled to exchange it, but she refrained, taking in a deep breath instead.

    "Darling, understand when I say this. The book before you saw it, opened, it was in fact full. I don't remember what it was about as I was told never to read it myself, should a curse be put upon me. I was told that it would eventually read to me by the one who's ife would be spared by it. So in conclusion it grants eternal life. My pursuers are looking for immortality and it is all due to prophecy. I, myself know nothing of the "prophecy", but regardless, you shall stay close to me. For years, people like Ogiratem Turos have sought me for it, they know of the prophecy. I must admit that even Sam knows it's very story. Though, you must know that I am older then I look. The prophecy I am guessing has been diluted. Only you and I can know its real meaning, its story, its beginning... My ignorance shall now be unveiled by you, young one. I can teach you how to use it; as I was trained to show you, but we must make haste, you cannot stay here, should you want to risk the world's destruction, letting the book go into the wrong hands."

    She paused tapping the side of her face. "You cannot remove the book directly. If you do, your body becomes uncontrollable and will only cease if the book is replaced, it is a defensive measure. The book can only be removed through exorcism. The ceremony can only be performed by one person...me."

    She hesistated and fell silent for a brief moment. "Come! Quickly now! We should leave before we are caught. We must go by stealth, I have no weapon."

    ooc: Longest dialogue speech I've ever made. Stupid book.
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    Zanath flipped himself back out through the window and watched Malakai unsuccessfully attack the demon. He heard loud bangs and yelling from inside the tower, It seemed Ham had not noticed the appearance of Nagalash. And of course Araduun was unresponsive so it fell to him, the great Zanath! to stop the evil demon. Of course he ignored the fact he had summoned it in the first place.
    Zanath whipped out the Nahls reckless dweomer spell and read it again. A gaint explosion then ripped through the square and everybody ducked or jumped away, Zanath stood there and felt nothing bloody hell he thought the damn explosion was a fake! He looked down at the paper he held and threw it away in disgust thing was no damn use here.
    He then groped around in his pockets and managed to scrounge up a long sword and a small butter knife. And then his arms blurring as he ran forward, he charged the demon, which was busy eating a passerby.
    Zanath filped about dodging this way and that, slashing and whipping his sword around like a maniac. After a particulaly nasty cut Nagalash decided to deal with the small gnat attacking his foot. His foot whipped out, connected with Zanath then Nagalsh ignored him again to concentrated on more important things.
    But Zanath was not sent flying, the spikes and ridges of Nagalshes foot had caught in his clothes and Zanath was held pinioned. He wriggled about trying to free himself but there were a lot of spikes. This was going to take a while to get out of he thought.
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    Arggggh! Giladril was torn by indecision. Cleanse the rotting tower in front of him of its foul undead, or spaghettify the green pock-a-dotted demon behind. As his mind processed pro's and con's of these two options he spied the sausage man. Arugh, he couldn't stand sausage, so many bits of suspicious origins. Besides it looked like the demon was intending on staying around for a while. Tower it is then, as he speed up to a gliding sprint.
    He decided that finding Ham would be his best option, the creature seemed to have a magnetic attraction to undead, they seemed to... pool... around him. His sword slid through the necks of two zombies, followed nearly instantly by their feet, as he took the stairs up the tower three at a time. Damn zombies, they could still bit without heads, but feet... well that caused a bit of trouble. Suddenly he was at the top and flew into a crowded room.
    Necromancer assassins!! And they had poor little HAM tied up as weel!
    Giladrils blood swelled and the sword began its rapid skip across the room.
    …you have to smash a jar of acid inside the mixture. The acid soaks into it, and then – kablooie, I believe the term is…

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    Vector turned to see the boy slowly totter over to the evil-eye magician. It wasn't of his own free will, he had seen the wiley mage's thought trick, confirmation that this man wasn't all he see. Raising a hand next to Bhren's ear, he made a simple click with two trunk-like fingers, the sound they gave off was more like two swords breaking against one another. At once, the small boy snapped upright, unaware of what was happening.
    "You're right, I don't think this man will help us. I think it would be best if we saw this healer friend of yours." He shot off a quick glare at the witch doctor, he wasn't to be trusted. The blue-haired girl, Adele was now pointing to the exit of the alley way, signalling the way. Vector hauled Vespertine up from the ground and proceeded to follow, but quickly let go, for she wasn't asleep anymore.

    Vespertine held her ground, looking heavily fatigued with the effort. Beads of moisture rolled off her forehead and made small pools in the mud below.
    "W..where am I, and where's Vector?" She darted her eyes around the alleyway, before buckling and falling to her knees.
    "I'm here." grated the baleful voice from deep within the smoke-spouting helmet. At that moment, the black machine walked to her side and, with a brilliant flash of white light, turned back to her familiar sword. The dark elf carefully picked it up and dug his blade into the ground.
    "I...i'm so tired...Take me home..." she mumbled, before falling into torpor again.
    "It's easier to stab someone in the back than it is to look them in the eyes.

    Society is built upon this principle, and it is universal amongst those who rule..."

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    Malakai watched the stupidly brave human become entangled in the daemon's toenails. He laughed, and jumped down from the tower, now was the time to slay the daemonic abomination. Right now the creature was busy eating yet another bystander, this one was holding a sasauge in each hand and frantically shouting "Boo!" at it. Remember, sasauge throwing never pays. Malakai began to gather another burst of energy, he didn't need to kill the daemon, he would just inhibit it's ability to cause havoc except where it was useful.

    He prepared his weapon for the task, silently mouthing the words for the spell of binding. Leaping into the air, this time behind the daemon he fervently hoped that the blacksmith hadn't skimped on the quality of his sword. Focusing his energy at the point of the sword he plunged towards the creature. His sword struck with a thunderous roar and a searing burst of light, massive lightning bolts sparked and writhed from his sword as the blade was driven deeper into the monster.

    The huge daemon roared in fury and pain as Malakai's arcane spells took effect, then in a burst of light so bright that the sun dimmed the daemon was gone. Malakai landed heavily and staggered slightly as he regained his balance. Raising his sword he saw that it had changed, it was now black and bound in blisters of green, the sword swayed slighlty in his hand as Nagalash fought unsuccessfully wthin its new prison.

    In his minds eye Malakai examined the sword from within, Nagalash was sulking and, oops!, the foolish human was in there as well. Malakai gave his new sword a good shake and with a loud pop Zanath reappeared and hit the ground, blinking in the bright sunlight and holding one of the daemons toenails.

    Releasing the roots that supported him from their enchantment he turned to finally follow the elf and ham into the tower.

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