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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 13, 2008 17:49:34 GMT -5
Another long day...
John was driving on the highway, listening to music and trying to calm down. He was frustrated over the stupidity of his professor in English, and was swearing at random cars passing by for no other reason than to make himself feel better.
"I hate dumbasses! All that girl is good for is standing there and looking pretty, WHO THE F*CK PUTS PARAGRAPHS ON POWERPOINTS."
John was obviously annoyed at the recent test and the fact that he can't stay awake in the class. Apparently the professor enjoyed reading from her powerpoints with paragraphs on them. John was rightfully a bit annoyed. Nonetheless, the drive home was uneventful, and by the time he arrived, he was completely calm, and was happily rocking out to some Judas Priest. Putting away his iPod and walking inside, he tossed his bookbag in the closet and headed to his room. As he flopped down on his bed he felt a bit tired.
"Oh well..."
He sighed, falling asleep, not even taking off his leather jacket. A few hours later he woke up and walked into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he walked back into his room.
"What the?!"
In front of him was a small black ball, floating in mid air. He slowly made his way toward it, confused, and a bit worried.
"What the hell is this thing?!" He said, reaching forward and touching it. As he touched it with his index finger, it opened into a massive portal and a monsoon-like wind began ripping at him. He braced himself and grabbed onto his doorframe, yelling out for help before the doorframe broke, and the portal consumed him.
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When he hit, John hit hard, he fell a good ten feet to the ground of a cold, damp, prison cell. With a grunt and a very slow breath out, he pushed himself off the ground.
"Awww... What the hell just happened?" He said to himself, pushing himself up. Before long, he realized he was in a cell, and this was no modern day prison cell. Outside of it stood a beast with green skin and some ugly teeth. It turned and hissed out,
"Shut up human! You stay der until master gets 'ere!"
The hell? is that an... orc? WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON HERE!
John's eyes got wide as he backed himself into a corner, his nerves kicking in, fear striking. Where was he, how did he get here, why was he in a prison cell... don't drop the soap. NO TIME FOR JOKING, John charged the cell door and surprisingly knocked it off its hinges, pinning the orc to the ground behind it. Shocked for a moment that it was that easy, he broke off running, up the stairs and into a hallway where a few other orcs began running toward him, axes in hand.
Aww sh*t... I'm gonna die!
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 14, 2008 12:42:05 GMT -5
*i'm assuming you want the rest of us to go in a similar fashion, with the orb and all O.o*
Ah, the computer... friend and companion, as well as mortal enemy and center for much anger and strife. What would life be like without one? Well, Robert was about to find out.
Having had little time for minor trivial issues such as proper bathing or flossing, he sat down in front of the glistening black dinosaur that was the family's PC and began immediately typing away, downloading several updates to things, and generally making a complete fool of several idiots on a game somewhere. The selection he had popped in not long ago began playing, the ironical choice of the anime movie Escaflowne running in the background as he finished up several tasks. He wasn't planning on getting any sleep, even though his body was whipped and that ache was coming around to his backside again.
Only half-listening to the voices that streamed through the speakers, he never noticed the orb that had begun to materialize behind him. "...even if I'm gone, nothing changes..." Humming silently along to the music that had started up, he reached down to scratch Star's head, the cat purring in response before abruptly crying out, leaping from her broken-down padded basket and out the double French doors into the front room.
Completely dumbfounded by the reaction, he slid back in the chair, about to call out for the flustered feline when it hit him. And he went down, at least for a moment. Spouting curses as he recovered, Robert looked up to see the ball floating above him, only able to utter a simple 'What the hell...?' before his hand reached out for it, breaking every reasonable rule he could think of. Robert even tried to stop it, but that only delayed the inevitable; in the background, a man's voice stated rather plainly as the movie played "That's right... Just let this sad world and everything in it pass away..."
As soon as his finger so much as poked the sphere, a wind with the force of a hurricane blew from out of nowhere, sucking him towards the center, the huge marble-like thing that still floated right in front of him. For a moment, everything seemed to stop, and in that instant, Robert had only one thing on his mind: ”This can’t be good…”
And the moment that instant was up, kicking and screaming, he was yanked into some other place, god only knew where…
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When he came to, Robert had one helluva migraine. On top of that, it looked like he was going to get an even bigger headache, judging from the looks of the startled (elven?!) bandits that were currently fixated upon his presence. Or were they assassins? He didn’t want to know, nor did he want to stick around very long. Still, as his comprehension became clearer, even more stood out as being abnormal; for one thing, he was laying in a bale of hay that smelt of rat piss, there was a thatched roof overhead with a man-sized hole in it, and the elvish-bandit-assassin-peoples were speaking in a language that wasn’t anything like what he’d come across before, or even heard of. Even in the hurried tones they spoke to each other in, it was all intertwined beautifully, as if they were singing but without the music or singing parts… if that made any sense.
As he tried to sit up, one of those same people stuck a very pointy dagger uncomfortably close to his throat. This was not the time Robert had envisioned he would be having at this exact moment, as sleep seemed a nice idea right now. Feeling very much left out on what was going on, he decided it wasn’t the best time to start running his mouth and wisely kept his trap shut. Well, at least his life just got a whole lot more interesting, although this really wasn’t what he had in mind…
*as per request, to prevent further thwackage x-x*
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Post by Grimnebulin on Nov 14, 2008 15:22:18 GMT -5
I've been putting this off for an hour... I really should get out of bed now.
Reluctantly, Ramón finally stepped out of bed. It was already eight o' clock, even though he tried to get up at seven nowadays. Why is it so much trouble to get out of bed? he thought. I don't have anything bad to look forward to. It's not even as if the room is cold. It's over in two seconds, dammit. I just need to work up more willpower. With enough willpower, I could get out within as little as fifteen minutes. I should be more like Chairman Yang. Who is fictional. And wouldn't be nearly so impressive if he wasn't. After dressing himself, he went on to the living room and opened the curtains. Like every morning, the cat woke up from the sound and promptly started mewing in front of the back door. Ignoring the cat's incessant whining, Ramón started to make breakfast. Well, at least one of us doesn't have trouble getting up. After pausing for a minute to make sure the small mountains of chocolate sprinkles were spread evenly over the four sandwiches, Ramón sat down at the dinner table. The cat immediately jumped on top of the table and started walking towards the plate. Ramón pushed the cat away when it had gotten to within ten centimeters of the sandwiches. d**n annoying cat! I really have to ask Daniëlle how to stop it from doing that! The cat then tried to walk around the hand, getting a couple of centimeters closer... "Dammit, you stupid beast, cats don't even like sandwiches." he mumbled. Suddenly, a loud *pop!* startled the cat, which jumped from the table. A black orb laid on the wooden surface. That's useful, Ramón thought. A cat toy that keeps it from eating my breakfast, too! He tried to give it an experimental prod... wait, was it floating above the surface? He didn't have time to ponder that question, though, as a huge, black portal appeared in front of him and swallowed him, his breakfast and the cat.
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Ohsh**ohsh**ohsh**ohsh**ohsh**Splash! Ramón fell into the water. He heard two splashes a second later, and felt the claws of the cat on his face as it hit the water, too, together with his breakfast. He swam the ten meters to the side, and looked around. He appeared to have landed in a pool, near a village. A couple of the villagers came running towards him. He looked closer. The villagers seemed to be only half as tall as him. Maybe this was one of those special communes for midgets...? But how did he suddenly get here?
Then, he noticed the houses had round doors.
And the villagers all were barefoot.
Bare, hairy feet.
Including the women.
What in the unholy name of Zuggothubal, Nyarlathotep and Gothuulbe!!!
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"So," the father of the family said "You say you just... appeared there? You didn't happen to anger a wizard, did you? Mess up a spell yourself?" He puffed on his pipe again. "You can admit that, you know. It's nothing to be ashamed of." "Er, no", Ramón said. "There aren't even any... well, at least I don't know of any wizards where I come from." The father took off his glasses. "Must be quite the strange country, then." "Yyyyes, I guess you could say that, from your point of view. we have thinking machines, that we can send to other planets..." "Please, please" the father said again. "We don't want to know. If you find out things that you're not supposed to, pretty soon you find yourself in an adventure, and noone wants that." He started to go a bit red now. "Now, Master Folkers, since your clothes have dried up, we'll send you on your merry way again. We Hobbits are a hospitable kind, but don't get us caught up in your adventures. My wife is preparing a bag of food for you, since we wouldn't let you starve, but we won't offer you shelter. I figure someone wants to do someting with you, and we won't be caught up in it, no sirree!" The red colour had spread across his cheeks now, and started to reach his forehead. "Whatever you want to do, we'll have nothing to do with it! Just leave us to ourselves, thank you very much!" He leaned back in his comfortable chair, with the air of someone who had just accomplished an unpleasant task and can take the rest of the day off. "Fair enough." Ramón said. "I'd do the same in your place, probably." The hobbit nodded, and Ramón left the house. "Thank you for your hospitality." he added, as he took the bag of food and went on his way. As he left the village, with the cat in a second basket, the hobbits looked at him from behind the safety of their round windows.
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 15, 2008 4:51:12 GMT -5
John turned and kicked in the nearest door, fear completely driving him at this point. Closet... Kitchen... Hallway! He kicked in three doors, his leg starting to hurt at this point. Once he had places to go he was moving down the hall like a lightning bolt, tearing by everything possible. At the end of the hall he looked left and right.
Which way!? F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK!!!
As he was thinking that he turned right and saw two more orcs with axes coming his direction. Breathing really heavily, he darted left, running out of the hallway into a giant overcropping that seemed something like a cathedral entrance to the place. He wondered instantly, in his frenzy, if he had somehow found the exit to this place. As he ran through the opening, nearly a half a dozen orcs on his tail, he could see a gate, and he instantly felt a rush of excitement, knowing he may well escape this. But, just as he saw this, two heavily arms orcs with BIG axes turned to stop his exit. As he slid to a stop, and the orcs surrounded him, he began pleading in his mind.
This has gotta be a dream, gotta be... Only a dream... Then why does my d**n chest burn so bad... This all seems so d**n real...
"Nowhere ta go, human." The biggest of the group of orcs said to him. He stepped up and raised his axe, preparing to bring it down on John's head. John made a split second decision. He couldn't chance this wasn't real, and if he was going to go down, he was going down fighting. He saw that he was just as big if not bigger as most of the orcs in the room, which was odd because all fantasy made them out as huge. But in that split second, John wound up a fist and slammed it into the nearest orc. With his left hand he grabbed the handle of the axe and wretched it from the creature's grip. Now holding his own weapon that he had no idea how to swing properly, he did the only thing he could think of. He swung it as hard as he could, aiming for the head of the orc in front of him. When the head split in two and orc fell in front of him in a gore-filled mess, John began to wonder if this all was real. Pulling the axe free, he turned around and watched as the whole group started rushing him. Using the axe almost as a shield, sliding between the orcs and glancing a swing off of himself he dropped it and ran as hard as he could through the gates. As hard as he was running, he didn't even look back, he just ran.
Before long he found himself alone in a woods. He fell over, exhausted, terrified, and completely at a loss for words.
"Holy sh*t what the hell is going on here..." Well, maybe not. John reached into his pocket, feeling for his cell phone, it wasn't there, just a rock. He pulled it out, his cell phone had turned into a piece of flint! His iPod also... Every second that this continued, John began to question if this was a dream. He wanted to badly to believe it was, but the pain from the cramp in his chest and the blood that scattered his arms let him believe otherwise.
Finally catching his breath, he got to his feet, turning and walking away from the keep, or whatever it was, that he just escaped. Nicely enough, the woods was thick, and the weather was clear and fair. It wasn't unpleasant at all, but that soon changed as a pair of humans appeared from the shadows, one grabbed him from behind, the other held up a knife.
"Where's your money, fancy man?" They said to him, obviously referring to his leather coat, which may be better quality than what they have where ever the hell this is.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I GOT ANY MONEY!?" John yelled, angry, tired, and scared out of his mind. They searched his pockets and found nothing. Before long, they were talking to him, oddly enough, and they had let him go.
"You have some funny clothes, mister." Said the first.
"That's nice, but if you wouldn't mind tellin' me where the HELL I am?!" John said, still angry at the two.
"Uhhh, the woods?" The second responded.
"You're in the woods in Falberg, kingdom outside of Balamant." The first said again.
Falberg? Balamant? John lowered his head, he was either going nuts, or somehow he has found himself in an alternate dimension, or the past... or something...
"Look buddy, we're deserters, no interest in fighting a stronghold of orcs up here, so we'll be on our way... Sorry about the whole... Stealing thing... We thought it might be worth it, turns out we're crazy."
John's head popped up,
"Orcs? I just ran from a place full of the things!" John exclaimed.
"What?!" Both men were shocked.
"You need to go west, there will be a camp of soldiers a good twenty miles or so in that direction, they'll want to know what you have seen if you aren't lying to us." The first said as they turned and ran away.
Oh man... This just gets worse and worse... John thought as he grabbed his bearings for a minute and began walking toward the west once he figured out where it was.
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 15, 2008 6:09:28 GMT -5
Bhuvan was in a good mood as he went out with friends to watch a movie. His papers had just gotten over. Though the thought of the papers always managed to bring down his spirits and flamed his desire even more to forget about them. They had obviously not gone as well as he would have like. Wearing a jeans and a gray full sleeve T-shirt with a thin black jacket on top, he felt awkward for wearing such warm clothes. The weather had suddenly turned cold after a good rain and he had no desire to shiver through the movie.
At the back of the line with coke and a hotdog in his hands, his attention was attracted to a poster of Event Horizon on the side wall as they reached the door of the hall. The movie had already started so there was no one outside and his friends didn't notice him stop next to the poster. Was the picture of the blackhole generator really pulsating? Wow, how do they do that? he thought to himself. He looked at the hotdog in his hand and held it in his mouth as he reached forward to touch the poster.
Only it went through! As the 'blackhole' began to expand beyond the poster and he felt wind on his hand, he quickly tried to pull his hand back out while the hotdog dropped from his mouth. He had always thought if something like this happened to him, he would probably be more excited than scared unlike all those people he had seen sucked into weird things in movies. But no, he was scared. He hadn't realized that he was still clutching onto the coke in his other hand rather tightly as he was pulled through the portal.
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He felt hitting something soft and... flexible. As he opened his eyes, he saw and felt a rather soft fabric against his face. But his ears heard the noise of cloth ripping. Oh crap, he thought as he fell through the rip that had formed in the tent roof under him. He let out a surprised sound involuntarily as he fell down about 10 feet to solid ground. His eyes were shut again but he opened them to find himself on his stomach. He groaned and began to turn when he heard some gasps and metal clanks. He froze half turned and looked around for the first time to see some really sharp ends pointing at him.
They were swords held my men in heavy and obviously used armor. They had nasty expressions on their faces. He laid their frozen like that for about a second even though he felt like he was gonna fall either way, possibly to be impaled with some of those swords. He soon heard a heavy voice, "Get him to his feat." He was roughly 'helped' up to his feat. He felt all eyes upon himself as he came face to face with one of the strongest and meanest looking man he had ever seen.
He looked like a more human and a bit smaller in size than the Hulk in the movie. "Who sent you?", the man growled at him loudly. He then looked towards Bhuvan's side and grinned, not a friendly looking one. "And how did you plan to assassinate me with a bowl?" Bhuvan should have been screaming, cursing away, freaking out about all this sudden change of scenery but he wasn't. Even though he was scared and his mind was hopping around from looking at all that he saw around him, he was in a way, calm.
He didn't really know how to answer the first question and at the second remark he looked at his hand to see himself holding a ceramic bowl that was broken. The coke. He looked back at the Hulk-man and replied, "Assassinate? No wait... I just fell through... a portal of some sorts onto your... tent." He finished his sentence as he looked up to see that that was exactly what had happened. "d**n...", he whispered out loud to himself.
"What did you say?", the Hulk-man shouted at him again. He seemed to signal a man from the back of a group that was standing next to him. This man seemed to be staring at him, with curiosity rather than the rage he saw in the other eyes around the tent. This man went up to the larger one in armor and they spoke for a minute. He didn't have armor on like everyone else. The man stepped back in the group and seemed to merge with them hiding himself from his sight. "There are others methods to make you talk, take him away. I will deal with him later.", the Hulk-man said a bit more calmly now.
"Other methods? Wait! I never said I wouldn't answer your questions. You didn't ask me anything!", Bhuvan said quickly. Woops, he thought to himself as the men dragging him out of the tent stopped and there was complete silence in the tent for a minute with the Hulk-man staring at him. Suddenly the man started laughing with the men around him trying to contain themselves from doing so themselves. "You are a curious type of assassin. Now I am not so sure if you are an assassin or a jester! The others burst out laughing at this point. Ok, so they are laughing, not sure whether that's a good thing...., he thought to himself again.
He could think or more to say but in the circumstances it would sound even funnier. Well, I wasn't here to kill you with a bowl, if that's what you think... were examples of such comments that came to his mind. No, he wanted to be sure they were not laughing because he was about to be beheaded or something.
The Hulk-man stopped laughing suddenly and glared at him again, "But I need neither in my company right now. Lock him up." Next thing he new, he was standing next to a thick pole embedded in the ground with his hands tied to it. As his brain slowed down, he started to look around. Medival looking place, swords, armor, soldiers, horses, catapults and... magic! He watched a young man walking around the camp quickly lighting torches without a light. This is f**king middle earth!, came the realization and he began to smile much to the discomfort of the soldier that seemed to be guarding him. "I hope this is not about a ring...", he muttered to himself. "What did you say?", the soldier question him. "Nothing...", he replied shaking his head, not smiling anymore. So to recount, I fell through a portal in the Event Horizon poster, into some medieval middle-earth kind of world... and they think I am an assassin. Great., he thought to himself sarcastically. "Can I get some water?", he asked the soldier,"...please?"
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Post by Novalyyn on Nov 19, 2008 5:35:19 GMT -5
There wasn't much light coming in through the blinds when Brandi woke. While they were always kept pretty well shut, she'd still gotten used to seeing more coming in through them. That meant one of two things: either it was pretty cloudy out, which was pretty likely, or... Looking at the clock, the digits confirmed the more likely cause: it was almost 5pm.
Not that she hadn't woken up earlier. She had multiple times - problem was, she kept going back to sleep. Even still Brandi lay there, random things drifting in and out of her head. Most prominent was the fact that she still had job applications to fill out and turn in. Oh, what would she be... burger flipper, cashier, stock person? Perhaps that laundry job, or the sewing machine operator. Long, but at least they didn't try calling it something like "apparel engineer." No, it was some medical thing, not clothing...
Pieces of the thought echoed in her brain as she finally sat up, fragments without meaning. Up she went... and back down, flopping on her stomach so that her head was now at the foot of the bed. It was a few minutes more before she actually started digging through the pile of clothes on the floor there, ultimately deciding on an oversized dark-green T-shirt and faded black jeans. No, maybe not those jeans... the navy sweatpants. They were more comfortable. Screw the bra, she'd put one on if she went somewhere.
Dressed, it was time to eat. Bowl, cereal, fiber, milk, spoon. Put it together, and you have the meal the Brandi ate most often. It was strange, maybe... For the half-year she'd spent attending college in person, she'd pretty much lived on cereal and sandwiches. Now, though she rarely wanted to make a sandwich anymore (feeling the end product wasn't worth the effort), she had become rather fond of cereal. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, none of it was appealing enough to finish anymore, but cereal was.
Onward to the computer - she really did need to get those job applications done - on, to see what might have been updated while she slept. What drama was there for the day, what adventures to be had?
It was Brandi's peripheral vision that caught it, and she only looked up to confirm it wasn't there. But it was. A black... round... thing...
"Ted?" Where is he, anyway? "Ted! You here?" ...nope. Boss musta took them out again or something... Maybe a tree fell on someone's house...
So, what to do with the floating black thing in the hall? Push it aside and get the phone, of course. Her roommate might not have been home yet, but surely he had his phone with him by now. After taking a bite of cereal, she reached forward to push the... whatever it was aside, wondering if perhaps she'd fallen asleep again and was having one of those oddly real dreams. This seemed a bit too real though, too normal -
Or not, she thought as the sphere engulfed her.
When she could see again, she was in pain and wet. Wet, why am I... oh. Cereal. Of course. d**nit. I need... Where am I?
Trees. There were trees. And the bits of sunlight shining through was... brighter. At first, panic rose and she looked around, trying to figure it out. But, no, this wasn't right... it was just a dream, one of those ones that everything feels so real it's almost creepy. Yeah, that had to be it. Like with the ships, and the school, and the broken glass, and... oh dear. She wasn't going to end up in an... awkward situation with a female again, was she? No, she would make sure that didn't happen. Things like that just made it all the more creepy.
So... now what?
((Didn't make up or alter a thing from reality, ha...))
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 19, 2008 9:42:15 GMT -5
*missing... bra...... error! error! warning~! warning~! brain cells malfunctioning x-x brain cells malfunctioning x-x brain cells malfu- shutting down *
Well this is sucks Robert thought privately, being currently unable to speak such a sarcastic remark given that he'd been gagged and bound. At least they hadn't slit his throat or called him a spy or anything like that... yet, though he really couldn't tell with the language they spoke. At the very least, he was still on a haystack, and one that thankfully smelt less of rodent urine and more of real straw. Still, he was gagged and bound, and figuring that struggling or playing hero wasn't going to get him anywhere.
The elvish people continued talking, looking over a map it seemed. Perhaps this was his chance to escape... at least until he found someone standing next to him, watching Robert with one eye it seemed, even though both were shut. It wore a bandanna over its head and another around its mouth, along with a tight-fitting shirt and a vest, all of it not helping him in figuring out if it was a man or a woman. What a day this was turning out to be...
Abruptly, one of them near a door to the room they were in began frantically shouting, and the others immediately hushed up. Even the one that had been seemingly sleeping on the job nearby glanced casually up, picking up a crossbow that was nearby and walking carefully over to the door. Just when Robert thought it was high time to play Houdini, another one came over and held a dagger rather threateningly close to his neck, getting a whimper out of the man. Deciding to listen to the others' conversations, he strained to even pinpoint a single word, but one he did get was seemingly clear enough: "orken". And that sounded much like "orc", which in turn sounded much like trouble; once Robert had gotten comfortable with the idea that these people had to be elves, then the idea that there were some nastier things out there wasn't a far-fetched one at all...
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Post by Grimnebulin on Nov 19, 2008 14:48:58 GMT -5
Well, that's far enough. Time to sit down and think. Ramón had arrived at a signpost. A sign labeled "Sevenholes - 2" pointed towards towards the village. Let's see. I walked for about twenty minutes, so a mile or league or whatever they call it is about ten minutes walking, or a little under a kilometer. That's useful. He rummaged through his breakfast basket. "Let's see, cat, what shall we eat? I see here... Ooh! Some kind of meat pie, sausages, a fresh bread, half a cheese, a little jar of herbs, some kind of brown sauce, half a little bottle of yellow sauce, red sauce, white sauce, pepper, some dry beans, what looks like dried apples... Wait, should I eat this?" Ramón paused, holding off the cat with one arm. It was weird that this world was so much like ours. Why did I speak their language? And why do they look so much like humans? And why do all the fruits and animals look like ours? It looks just like Middle Earth? WHY??? Why is this place exactly like the world one of our writers made up. He looked at the dried apple. How did it get to be this way? More importantly, how do I know their food isn't poisonous to me? On Earth, everything is made of right-handed biochemistry. What if this world has left-handed? My god, there is a fifty percent chance that this food can kill me! On the other hand... I'm probably going to be here for quite some time... He bit off a bit of sausage. It tasted normal. Hopefully, he'd still be feeling well in a couple of days. I don't think this place has very good healthcare. Probably still uses leaches.
After his breakfast, he looked around. There was a large forest to his left. Probably full of outlaws and wild animals. Maybe ghosts. To his right, far away, he saw a small walled city. Pestilence, cholera, lice. Maybe if I can't find anything else. He looked at the signpost again. One of the signs that pointed into the forest mentioned a stronghold. Soldiers. Armed, superstitious men. On the other hand, learned nobles with access to clean water, possibly wizards. Probably interested in military technology, too. He brightened. That's it! They didn't learn about parabolic arcs until the Renaissance! I know the proportions of the ingredients in gunpowder! I might be the only person in this world who knows Newton's laws. Hah, I know basic thermodynamics! With some experimentation, I might get this world up to steam engines! And from the money, I'll just hire a wizard to send me back! Ramón packed up his baskets and headed into the forests. I may be able to see my family again. My wonderful new room. The Mallard Fillmore Megaglugluglug. I'm going to go back.
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 20, 2008 18:47:26 GMT -5
John figured that at a steady jog he could make 5 miles in an hour without too much problem. But the problem is, he didn't have the endurance nor the will at the time to put forth such a task. Angry, sad, and devoured by a whole slew of other emotions. He sat down for a moment, wanting to give up. He wished it all was a dream. Before long, however, reality settled in, and John knew he'd persevere, as always. Rising back to his feet, he looked around.
"The hell with it, I'll either make it through this, or die trying..."
John began a light jog, moving through the trees with ease as he continued to run...
Hours later, just as the sun was about to go down at the horizon, John could see the stronghold he had set out for. The massive wooden walls and ramparts set up to protect it were terrifying. Dripping in sweat, and exhausted beyond comprehension at the distance he had just run, he gasped for air with the goal in sight. He waited until he caught most of his breath, and then started walking toward the camp. Almost instantly, he was confronted by two large men holding rather large swords out in his direction.
"State your business." The soldier at the front said, very hostile.
"I... Have walked a hell of a long way to get here... Got thrown through whatever the hell dimension this is, and had to break my way through a stronghold of orcs, Then, I was confronted by some of your deserters who tried to rob me, and now I'm here after some 25 odd miles... So you tell me, runt." John said, looking down at the stocky man before him.
The soldier started laughing, not beleiving for a moment that the man before him could have escaped from the orc stronghold. The one in the back leaned in and whispered something to the larger man in front.
"He does wear the same clothes as the spy... Take him away." The man said. Obviously, he was the gate sergeant. John was confronted by two men with lances, and was shoved forward, urging him into the camp. He had little choice to comply, and did so with a look of annoyance on his face. Before long, he was tied up alongside a man looking of Indian descent, and stood there, angry, upset, and tired.
"You find yourself here from a f**kin' black orb you touched too?" John presumed from the man's clothing.
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 21, 2008 0:54:49 GMT -5
He was getting tired, of standing. He couldn't sit the way he was tied unless he could free those hands. Well, if he could do that, he didn't think he would be sitting around here waiting to get caught. After what seemed like a really long time, he heard some commotion from towards the gate and a large American (or so he guessed) guy being led by two soldiers.
He watched with slight amusement as the man was tied next to him and commented about the mode of entry into this world. Should he have been glad or sorry that there was another guy stuck in here with him. He decided he was glad to not be the only one around of his kind(?).
He nodded at the tent visible from their position in the opposite direction from the gate, "Yeah. you see that big tent over there, I fell straight through into it. Turns out that's their commander's tent. Obviously, they thought I was an assassin and well, here I am... here we are. And I guess you didn't have a better entrance did you?"
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 21, 2008 3:25:47 GMT -5
John looked up at his hands above his head. It was a good knot, but the problem was that it seemed the rope was old, and had been out in the rain. With some time, he wondered if he could break them. He decided that he should have them prepared for the case if they were going to be executed. Otherwise, it would just be a reason to get himself and this poor fellow killed.
"Hah, thats it? I woke up in an orcish dungeon, had to break free, got cornered, killed one, ran for my life, got robbed by deserters, and walked 25 miles or so HERE, where these A**HOLES TIED ME UP FOR TRYING TO HELP THEM!" John yelled, his tone of voice comical until yelling at the guards.
"But that doesn't really matter... Name's John... I'd extend a handshake, but, well, you know..." He chuckled.
Another guard approached him, punching him in the stomach for what he yelled out earlier. As the man walked away with a grin on his face, John started laughing. He turned back around in a fury and hit him twice more in the stomach. John made a couple grunts, gasping for breath, and started laughing again. The man was furious.
"What's so d**n funny?!" The guard demanded.
"Hahahaha... You hit like a b*tch..." John spat out, spitting on the man. He pulled his sword and raised it above his head as if he was about to rend John's head asunder, when a booming voice rang from behind him.
"ENOUGH!"
Suddenly everyone got quiet, and the man holding the sword sheathed it, stepping back, obviously preparing to be scolded.
"Is this how we treat prisoners? We are not orcs! We must prove every day that we are their better, and treating two poor men who are obviously lost like this is a very orcish mentality! We cannot exact vengeance on the innocent for vengeance sake!" The man, bearded, grey, and huge, armed in an amazing armor, almost had an aura of light around him, "I am disappointed, Marcus." He said, walking by the guard. He walked up to the two hanging from the posts in the ground and cut them both down with a small knife from his side. The massive hammer he had on his back was obviously his weapon.
Could this guy be... A paladin? John thought.
"It seems you two are not having a great welcome to us... Come with me into the tent, tell me how you got here..." The man said, leading them toward a tent before them.
John told his story, in detail, and it was apparent that the man didn't doubt him. John almost wanted to hug the guy he was so happy that someone in this place wasn't insane.
"Interesting... The blood on your arms and shirt looks like orc blood..." It was obvious the man was in deep thought. He eventually responded, "I believe you."
"Thank God, someone listening to us, not sticking a sword in our face..." John said, a sigh of relief being released.
The soldier before them then turned to Bhuvan and asked him the same question....
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Post by Novalyyn on Nov 21, 2008 8:01:30 GMT -5
Well, this wasn't any good. Brandi kept thinking about what was going on, and the more she thought about it, the less she felt this was a dream. For one, walking as she was, it shouldn't seem so long before she got somewhere. For two, if this was a dream, she shouldn't be thinking much at all. She couldn't help it, though... it was too strange not to think about. Worse, moving through uneven, plant-filled terrain, she couldn't get any rhythm into her walk. If she could just get a rhythm, she could stop thinking so much.
"Seriously," she muttered to herself, "how long have I been walking?"
Really, she'd been talking to herself for some time now, even making fun of herself for it. It was something she did often, and the best thing at the time to block out at least a little of the thinking. So far, she'd managed not to think too much about if it turned out not to be a dream after all.
At least the milk on her clothes was drying, and only a few mock cheerios still clung to the fabric. Jeez, what a mess she must have looked... comfy-type clothes that now looked stained and dirty, pants hanging barely around her hips so the leg bottoms could provide some protection to her otherwise bare feet, hair a mess since she'd not had a chance to comb it...
"You know," she said to no one in particular, "I really don't think this is a dream. If it was, I'd have found so-"
Looking forward, she fell silent. Without her glasses it was hard to tell - heck, it's probably be hard to tell even with her glasses - but she was sure the trees ended ahead, and that their was something moving beyond them. Continuing on with a smirk, she said only, "Ha, maybe it is a dream, then..."
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 21, 2008 11:07:52 GMT -5
Bhuvan was about to say something about not shouting so loud when he saw one of the soldiers turning. Good job buddy, he thought to himself. Was he gonna die now because of this man who had just arrived in camp? He hoped not. He moved slightly from John as he saw the soldier's gaze fixed on him. What followed left him staring between the two with his jaw hanging open. Was the guy mad or something? But then hearing his story, there was a possibility that was possible. Some people just weren't ready to let go of there perfect lives.
He looked over to the large man who had stepped in just as a sword was unsheathed and Bhuvan came out of the shocked state he was in, trying to decide if he should open his mouth, well open his mouth to protest that is. Thankfully it seemed that wasn't necessary as the man stepped in and saved John from certain death. All the while walking to his tent, Bhuvan was glaring at John. This man was a maniac. Why the hell would he want to provoke the guard, he couldn't understand. Keep your distance, he told himself.
He listened quietly to John's story, glad to be sitting down again. The man, who looked a lot like a paladin to him (even acted all noble) then asked him the same question. His story was shorter. "Well, something similar except that I dropped into the big guy's tent over there and got arrested on suspicion of being an assassin." He paused and then turned to John as he commented about the soldier's action outside, "Well maybe if you didn't curse them at the top of your voice... on what I would guess to be the frontline... maybe they wouldn't feel like shutting the mouth that cursed them for following orders."
He then turned to the paladin and stared at him curiously as he asked, a bit pissed, "So if I wanted to get you to interfere any earlier, I would have to get beaten up and then threatened to be killed? I just thought I will inquire about the procedure for future reference." No, calm down. The man just saved your life no doubt, although dropping by a few hours earlier shouldn't have killed him.. NO! Just say thank you..., he debated with himself. He smiled next rather abruptly, "Sorry, I should be thanking you still. Thank you."
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 22, 2008 2:16:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, Thank you..." John said, before addressing Bhuvan.
"I suppose I did go a bit overboard... My thought process was if they wanted to kill us or had orders to, they would have done so. So I figured egging him on wouldn't cause any problems other than making the commander step forth and deal with the issue. Seems it worked out okay... Besides, what better way to get a busy commander to pay attention than to cause a commotion in the camp!" John laughed, grunting a bit as the pain in his ribcage started to bother him, "Either way, Bhuvan, be happy I took the shots to get us off the d**n pole, considering you were a bit to afraid to do it." John said jokingly, regretting his move a bit, and still feeling a bit shaky for how close to death he came yet again. Although, coming close to death three or four times in a day's period can make someone not fear it so much anymore...
John looked back over to the man before him.
"So who do we have the honor of thanking for saving our hides?"
The man smiled, "Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Uther, The Lightbringer. My real last name is Pendragon, but nobody calls me that anymore. I am Head Paladin of the Order of Knights... In all honesty, I'm a bit shocked at you two showing up when you did. Seems the prophecy wasn't an exaggeration..."
Both Bhuvan and John responded quickly, "Prophecy?!" ((Fear not, cleared that with Knight))
"Indeed. There was a prophecy about a year ago mentioning 'Future warriors to bring the world back from the brink of darkness.' Something has been bolstering the orcs, and we're fighting a losing battle. We of the Order always assumed future warriors meant warriors to show up later, not ones essentially from the future or another plane of existence."
"What the hell are we gonna do? I'm useless in a battle, lucky as hell I'm not dead..." John responded.
"Yes... I am wondering that myself... If you are the warriors the prophecy spoke of, I feel we may be in for a tough time. No offense meant..."
"None taken..." John responded in thought, confused more than he'd ever been in his life...
"I assume you'll need time to come to terms with what I've just told you, please, make yourselves at home, I have informed the camp you are not to be harmed." Uther finished, standing up and leaving.
"Well sh**..." John said, looking at Bhuvan. "I sure as hell hope it's not us... But something tells me it is..."
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 22, 2008 10:04:31 GMT -5
One of the elves had slipped quietly out the back door, carrying another crossbow with him. Robert watched quietly as he did so, only now noticing something on the side of the nearest one's shirt, which stood out fairly well against the dark fabric he wore; it seemed to be an insignia of some sort, but too professionally done to be some sort of rebel group's doing. Maybe they were working for someone with a lot of money, or nobility, hunting these 'orken'.
The nearest one- apparently his personal guard by now- exchanged a few words with the others, and then spoke to Robert in another language, slightly different from the last one. After getting no response, he tried another, and then another; finally, he spoke in plain but slightly broken English "Can you move?" That was obvious enough; Robert struggled slightly against the restraints, mumbling something incoherent. That guard then grabbed him rather roughly, and it was only then that he actually felt the hands that touched them, how warm and small they were. Was this really a man?
He couldn't tell; the face was covered for all but the eyes, and 'his' hair was cut short. But the general size of the body, the way it moved, and even, now that he thought about it, the speech pattern, seemed different from the average man's. However, these weren't humans, and Robert wasn't keen upon knowing what getting his throat slit felt like, so he didn't press- or make a motion to grab- anything at all. Still, the strangeness only lasted a moment as he was hauled unceremoniously out the back door that the first one had gone through. 'Be grateful we not kill you on sight, human' Robert's guard whispered in his ear, the voice not as gruff as it was before.
Robert could smell them before he saw them; it resembled something between garbage, sewers, and something very, very rotten. However, he was being pulled away from them, the scent growing quickly weaker as they moved. It was difficult to see where they were going, but it seemed to be westward, given the sun overhead. Then again, if this really was another universe or what-not, would the sun still be setting in the west?
*been putting this off for a bit too long >.< ill post in AG as well after I wake up...*
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