Charybdis and the Slave (A game between Talra di Deliren and Captain My Captain)
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				Title: <strong>Charybdis and the Slave (A game between Talra di Deliren and Captain My Captain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain My Captain</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 04:52:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/00/D201.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/7dd259143b5aa431d457593ad991bc83.jpg)</div>To Norway the ocean had once been the source of life and comfort. Treasure was found when at see. New lands and trade routes made. Now the sea is often silent and stirred only by the things which swim within its depths.&nbsp; To the coastal village though, the sea was still the bringer of life or doom. This village was no different.<br><br>Tourists occasionally came to the village for its great landscape and mythical walls. Yet that which attracted the most attention was that which the elders feared. Out on the water, a cliff-ridden island stood alone with a castle built upon its highest point. There was but a single path from the island to the shore now, which could only be crossed at low tide when a stone path from the coast to the island seemed to rise out of the depths. Villagers forbade visitors from going there as they had inherited the same fear as those who came before.<br><br>There had once been a king to the Vikings, a very powerful and greedy man, who hoarded his wealth within the confines of this castle he had created. His love of Western culture drove him to create the structure and throw aside his own faith. The people found this heretical and feared the gods would seek their just vengeance. This vengeance came in the form of a gaping maw within the water. At first the water barely churned near the island, then a hole not but two feet wide opened upon the surface. Gradually it grew into a mighty whirlpool to which the sailors would no longer cross the path to the shore nor sail their ships for fear of being drawn in. After the hole had grown to a vast size, the earth at the bottom of the sea bare and dry, a serpent rose from its center and launched an assault upon the castle. The men, weak from hunger, could put up no fight and the king was devoured, his gold plundered by the dragon. The villagers caution that the dragon still dwells there and will not go sailing without leaving an offering to the cliffs. Many found them superstitious, but listened to the warnings. After all, no one wanted to be stranded in the castle until low tide came again. An entire night within would be too fearful.<br><hr><br>Curled upon his treasure the great beast slept, wearied from another night of hunting. The prey had to be sought further and further out, as the offerings from the villagers became smaller with the passing of the years. He could simply eat the men, but then they would attack and he simply was too old to care. Live life as simply as possible and enjoy the riches he had obtained. That was all that was left for the beast of the northern sea.<br><br>Great scales, blue green in the light of breaking day, shone brightly as sunlight shone through the vast windows of the castle, empty of glass. His smaller limbs stretched out, claws scraping the earth with a low rumble. Then, like a cat, he rolled onto his back to enjoy the sun. The spined frill upon his back flexed as he rolled, a more limber flesh than one would expect, and his golden eyes slid closed. The hall held a great horde of treasure and suited his needs perfectly. He had little cause for concern here and would not meet the fates of his kin. Were there others left? This he did not know. He only knew the soft lull of the sea and the loneliness of the halls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charybdis and the Slave (A game between Talra di Deliren and Captain My Captain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talra Di Deliren</strong> on <strong>29-06-2015, 18:35:52</strong>
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				In the heat of summer, most college guys would go to the beach and pick up girls, or party till the cops came. Nah, Kevin Hallis was the type to get around the world on his silver Yamaha motorcycle. Sometimes putting in on a cruise if he had the cash. Money though didn't come difficult to him with a luxurious family backing him up despite his delinquent side of disappearing. He believed no one would miss him anyway, except for his bike. And when he heard about the island off the coast of Norway.<br><br>He was already in Norway studying about the landscapes, going to become an explorer one day. When the word about an island stood with a lone castle and can only be reached through low tide and a stone path appearing got to his ears, he was all for it. Of course, he listened to the villagers' warnings and stupid stories. As if some myth could be real, the superstitious idiots. To be able to walk within the confines of an abandoned castle and come back to tell the tale would be a great story for the guys back home. <br><br>After classes he often rode up along the coast waiting for the path to show up. After a few days he began to believe it was all just made up and might have to take a boat. Then finally low tide came and his heart was jumping all over the place. It's as if being told not to go was daring him to go to that castle anyway.<br><br>After all, Kevin was just a year shy away from twenty-five and had an exciting air about him that caused him to do all sorts of crazy crap. Through the village, down the hill, he drove his bike past people with surprised and angry expressions. He wore a tight leather jacket over navy blue t-shirt and light blue jeans. A helmet obscured his face from the viewers, and he recently hid his license plate in his duffle back strapped tight against his back that had some emergency provisions, school stuff, and a couple days worth of clothes. <br><br>He didn't particularly care how the path was, he drove in some bad weather and slippery roads before. And he prepared his tires so that slipping off the path would prove difficult. Therefore, he rode past the villagers preventing anyone from passing through onto the path as if nothing happened. The people feared he might get killed and couldn't do anything about it. Maybe putting up an offering might help but then again this foolish boy could end up being the offering to the castle...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charybdis and the Slave (A game between Talra di Deliren and Captain My Captain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain My Captain</strong> on <strong>04-07-2015, 06:12:53</strong>
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				A low growl, almost like a constant roar, sounded somewhere in the distance. It continued its long note, unbroken and without hesitation, and as it increased in volume his green eyes snapped open wide. What was that sound? It was certainly unfamiliar. The large head lifted from the pile of treasures and cocked slightly to one side as he tried to discern the origin of this strange noise. It was getting closer. That could only mean an intruder was fast approaching.<br><br>Charybdis, old and strong, stretched his front limbs, wings like those of a bat spanning from body to claw, and his spines quivered with the movement. Body more aware and responsive he made his way upward into the tower, pausing at a large window to stare at the village he had claimed long ago. Villagers were calling out, brandishing their arms about and shouting to something. There, on the stone bridge, was what appeared to be a man riding some strange beast. This would-be knight appeared unarmed and completely bereft of his senses. It would be short work to dispose of such an unseemly man. With a loud hiss he descended from the tower and entered the large hall of the castle. Skeletons still lay about the building from his previous victims, some ancient like the Vikings and others more recent with their great war. He would trick this man as he had others before.<br><br>The great beast stood behind the large throne and willed his body to freeze, slowly becoming as stone. He would seem little more than an oversized statue waiting to strike fear in the hearts of those who would defile his home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Charybdis and the Slave (A game between Talra di Deliren and Captain My Captain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talra Di Deliren</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 10:56:19</strong>
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				His bike was fast and approached the castle within mere minutes. He rode up the hill close to the gates before shutting it off and taking his helmet off. There he let the air brush through his wavy chestnut brown locks, the spray of the waves soaking in, and eyes bright green scanning the landscape before him. The sea air was thicker here, he can already taste the salt and his bike and clothes were covered with the soft spray. His soft skin shone under the sun where the water licked him, a young stern face giving little notice to his own wet clothes. He would just have to come back to wipe his bike down before it rusted. <br><br>Unmounting it and setting the helmet on the seat, he examined the entrance and snickered. "This is supposed to be some great castle with a dragon? Where could such a beast be hiding?" he joked with himself. He entered and pushed the cobwebs out of the way, taking a flashlight and lighting up the places were the sun didn't reach. It was actually quite magnificent in size and structure. He was quite amazed already. <br><br>From the entrance to the great hall he found scattered jewels and priceless paintings. Even the tapestries were beautiful. Then he found bones. Okay, that wasn't weird. Maybe they were those that died stranded on the island without means of food. Definitely no way there was a dragon. And finally he found the throne room. Boy did his jaw nearly literally drop to the floor. Not only was the throne made of gold and fine jewels that it was hard to believe the castle hadn't been raided yet, but the giant statue above it. His thin pink lips gaped as wide as his eyes at the fine detail of the beast. Was this the dragon they talked about? It was just a statue! The idiots were afraid of a statue! He started to laugh out loud, chuckling heavily while holding his pained muscles underneath his stomach. "Just a damn statue!"
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