500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Dark Depths of the Forest
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				Title: <strong>500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Dark Depths of the Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 22:27:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-family: Pristina;" class="bbc_font">[size=9]The Dark Depths of the Forest[/size]</span><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o266/goodmmbad/Characters%20for%20Elliquiy/Dark_Forest_by_Sonnenradbanner.jpg)<br></td><td>&nbsp; </td><td><br>Deep in the forest is the shadowed glades, the dark, angular trees and a rather creepy sensation of being wacthed. Not many travelers dare to enter this section of the forest, or if they do, often they are not heard of again. There is a dark power at work, or perhaps more then one. A swamp area to the east, with a tumbled ruin of stones that may serve as a lair to an evil magician. A series of caves full of tunnels and monsters lays to the north. There are man twists and turns to the paths, with creatures of the night and the dark waiting to take advantage of the weak and foolish. There are some brave and strong "Others" (magical creatures), who many venture here from time to time and try to save those who strayed into the 'badlands.'. <br><br>Notes ~<br><br>*No one character is really at home in this location<br>*Specify which part of the badlands you are going toward, the caves, the swamp, or something you yourself create. <br>*Keep in mind there will be a lot of NPC monsters/magical creatures out to get your character. <br></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Dark Depths of the Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:34:13</strong>
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				Jack looks around, the bucket helm shifting over the chain coif.&nbsp; The noise of it louder than it should be, as there's complete silence.&nbsp; Shrugging the green cloak over his shoulder, the warrior draws the two handed blade at his waist.&nbsp; The river looked safe enough, if that's possible in this dank, dark depths of the forest, and he would like a bath.<br><br>The splashing to his left gets his attention and a naked blond girl, looking very startled, very wet and very naked suddenly fills his view.&nbsp; A rapid blink on her part, "Oh!"<br><br>And suddenly dips back under the water, obscuring her fine frame.&nbsp; Jack counts his blessings as the chain skirt covers a rather embarressing reaction he had to all that gorgeous flesh.&nbsp; The metal breastplate and spaulders are dull, and the attached cape around his neck is travel spotted so he must cut quite the figure.&nbsp; The leather gauntleted hands pull off his helm and he grins at female, "Don't worry, I won't bite.&nbsp; Well, at least not unless you ask."<br><br>A nervous giggle as she looks up at him with crystal blue eyes, "You wish to enter water?"<br><br>The accent puts her further north than he's been and given her curves, she could easily be from up there.&nbsp; However, a lone girl in a dangerous wood, unarmed or armoured?&nbsp; Something doesn't seem right.&nbsp; And then it hits him.&nbsp; Why is always suspiscious?&nbsp; It's getting tiresome to always expect the worst from everyone, it would be nice to have someone be who she seems to be.&nbsp; <em>And get a chance to bed her, like you did your wife</em>, the snarky voice in his head pokes at him.&nbsp; That aside, there doesn't seem to be any real danger.<br><br>Opening the pack he placed beside him when he found the river, Jack fishes out a small loaf of Hard Bread and waves it at her, "You hungry?&nbsp; I don't see any food with you, so here, I'll share some of mine."<br><br>The gesture is one of pure innocence, he doesn't even realize the enormity of it, doing what comes naturally to him.&nbsp; The blond on the other hand reacts as if she'd been offered the most treasured items in all the lands.&nbsp; The crystal gaze turns wide, her lip trembles as she sobs, "Thank you, Kind Sir, thank you!&nbsp; If only my love had been so honest in life..."<br><br>And with that, she melts back into the still waters, her spirit fleeing the prison form of liquid.&nbsp; Jack sighs and takes a bite out of the tack, "So it's going to be one of those days is it?&nbsp; What was that?&nbsp; A water nymph?&nbsp; No, nymps are nature spirits, this one said something about love and life."<br><br>He ponders, having had eight years of travel under his belt, he's accumulated quite a bit of lore and knowledge.&nbsp; And the King's Library did also have several books on monsters and legends.&nbsp; Which he needed to find out the history of his sword.&nbsp; Of which he still hasn't found, still the former Knight of Leland does remember a tid bit about a woman's spirit bound to a watery prison...&nbsp; It hits him.<br><br>"A Rusulka!&nbsp; That's what you were!"&nbsp; He crows at the water where she had been.&nbsp; Then he sobers up, "Oh joy, monsters in the water, monsters on land...&nbsp; Maybe I should bathe somewhere else."<br><br>The swordsman ponders his dilema and then shrugs, "They eat me, they eat me.&nbsp; At least I'll be clean going down the gullet."<br><br>Several minutes later, fully washed, his gear re-oiled and prepared he continues his trek to find a habitation of some sort in this forsaken wood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Dark Depths of the Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 16:57:04</strong>
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				Prince Edward Charming climbed carefully down a steep embankment,&nbsp; heading for the river.&nbsp; Even with the taint that pervaded this section of woods, the water was quite good for drinking.&nbsp; It was fast-flowing, and not very far from his shelter, so he generally refilled his supplies every other day or so.&nbsp; Of course, there was one drawback...<br><br>As Edward approached the edge of the water and knelt down, he tried to keep as quiet as he could manage and pulled out his bottle.&nbsp; He dipped it into the water with a smooth, slow motion, and held it there as it filled.&nbsp; Ripples formed and spread from his hand, and he watched them carefully, until there came ripples back in answer.&nbsp; He groaned and shook his head.<br><br>"Oh, my Prince!"&nbsp; The voice was ethereal and fawning, but with an icy quality, and Edward cringed.&nbsp; <em>Why did I ever tell her that?</em>&nbsp; He scolded himself mentally before looking up, seeing the rusalka gliding toward him.<br><br>"Hello, Menka... How are you... " Edward answered in a voice that smacked of annoyance.<br><br>"I saw someone!&nbsp; A man, a knight I believe!&nbsp; And he was nice... and handsome... and I saw him... "<br><br>Edward raised an eyebrow as the ghost's voice trailed off.&nbsp; Sighing, he lifted his full bottle and capped it as he stood.&nbsp; "You didn't kill him, did you?"<br><br>The spirit looked hurt.&nbsp; "No, Prince!&nbsp; You know I don't do that... often... "&nbsp; <br><br>Edward rolled his eyes, but nodded.&nbsp; "Fair enough."&nbsp; He paused there for a moment, by the river bank, thinking.&nbsp; The dark area of the forest had been growing as of late.&nbsp; Could this stranger have had something to do with it?&nbsp; Prince shook his head with a huff.&nbsp; That was old thinking; he was no Champion anymore.&nbsp; Things like this weren't his concern. <br><br>Still, he could feel a pull at his thoughts, impossible to deny.&nbsp; The Tradition.&nbsp; It made him more than a little nauseous, but there was practicality in it.&nbsp; If the shadows kept growing, eventually his shelter would be enveloped, and then he would never be safe sleeping there.&nbsp; He had grown to hate the maintenance required to keep the shack standing, and he was loathe to go through the process of building an entirely new one.&nbsp; With a sigh, he uncapped his bottle and took a long draught before speaking to the rusalka, still looking up at him with a pathetic expression.&nbsp; "Which way did he go, then?"<br><br>She pointed off into the forest, and Edward looked crestfallen.&nbsp; There was nothing good to be had or done or seen that way.&nbsp; Only darkness, and creatures of darkness.&nbsp; Either this fellow was quite capable with a weapon, or he was going to need help very soon.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose I'm off, then.&nbsp; I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to give you today, Menka... The forest has been stingy as of late."<br><br>The rusalka looked a little disappointed, but nodded.&nbsp; "I understand, my Prince.&nbsp; I am always happy just to talk with you.&nbsp; Come and see me again soon?"<br><br>"You know I will."&nbsp; Edward gave her a faint smile before heading off.&nbsp; Strange though it was, she was the closest he usually came to normal social interaction.&nbsp; Without it, he might have already gone mad.&nbsp; She really was quite pleasant, for a ghost, if a bit bothersome.&nbsp; <em>Intensely bothersome,</em> he corrected himself.<br><br>He set out down the river, seeking out a narrow portion where he could cross without immersing himself in the water.&nbsp; He still didn't quite trust Menka.&nbsp; Once across, he journeyed deeper into the shadowy forest, pulling his sword and brushing away the dry, gnarled foliage.&nbsp; Hopefully this strange knight wouldn't be too difficult to track.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Dark Depths of the Forest</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 23:47:23</strong>
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				Jack yawns as the tedium of the long walk gets to him.&nbsp; So here he is in the middle of nowhere, looking for something or someone who attacked a small village homestead, this time.&nbsp; Other than the loss of two cows, and the fact that none of the family saw what it was.&nbsp; Or rather they each had a different idea of what it was that took the two cows. Normally he'd discount it as a typical tall tale when it was just bandits, but the odd claw marks, some form a large beast the other from something significantly smaller.&nbsp; He'd have said Dragon originally, but none said the beast was one.<br><br>A pause as he notes that the sounds of animals go silent once more, his warrior's reflexes make him draw his weapon.&nbsp; Standing in the center of the wooded area, the short male waits the blade spinning in his right hand as he awaits what next.&nbsp; But a few minutes later the animals creep back into the area and the sound start up once more.&nbsp; Not quite relaxing, Sir Jack Tailor of Leland resheathes his sword at his hip and contnues on his way.&nbsp; Several hours later he comes at a crossroads.&nbsp; Which isn't unusual normally, save that a goblin, short, twisted and picking his bulbous nose is sitting in the middle of the fork shaped intersection.<br><br>The large round head twists as he flicks his finger clean, "Oh, hello.&nbsp; Looking for the right way to go?"<br><br>This confuses Jack as he's never seen a goblin, but all the tales have them depicted as vile creatures that would attack you first, not bothering to talk.&nbsp; And his question is odd, does this little thing know of his current Tradition enforced quest?&nbsp; However, being cautious, the human asks, "Right way to go...&nbsp; Where?"<br><br>"To your destination, of course. Where else should one be going?"&nbsp; It retorts back with an amused look on it's ugly mug.<br><br>"Which is where, exactly?" Jack presses, his face obscured by the plate helm.<br><br>"That, is a very good question," The green skinned and barely clad humanoid stands no more than a yard from single hair to toes, but he seems very comfortable talking to a taller male.&nbsp; Another quick grin as he points to his right, Jack's left, "West is the Quest."<br><br>A point to the opposing direction and chants, "East is where the Beast lays."<br><br>And a jerk of thumb behind him, "And forward...&nbsp; Well...&nbsp; Here, nothing here is ever straightforward.&nbsp; Where to go is up to you to decide, Friend."<br><br>"And what if my quest is a beast, Neighbour?"<br><br>"Then the choice is not so clear cut, now is it?"&nbsp; With that statement the Goblin begins to fade, "However, whatever choice you make will most definitely lead to something interesting, don't you think?"<br><br>The last is a whisper on the wind, leaving the ex-Knight to ponder his decision for the next hour, his cautious nature halting him to consider what just happened.
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