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Part I - Voices

Discussion in 'UO Siege Perilous' started by Bruin, Apr 19, 2009.

  1. Bruin

    Bruin Guest

    Bruin didn’t feel well, his head was pounding, his body aching. Perhaps he was getting old, but getting chomped at by Rikktor several times earlier in the day had really taken its toll. So he did what any good Ranger would do, he went to the Golden Unicorn and drank a few ales to mask the pain.

    He spent some time talking with the young Aislinn, a new Citizen of Wispwood, about the past, the present, and the future, but the ale was not helping. His head was just killing him, distracting him from the conversation.

    An initiate, Dale, had now stopped by and was conversing with the two of them. But this pain, it was something very unusual. Dale was wearing a deer mask, and Bruin could not help but stare into the lifeless eyes of the deer. It was as if the deer was talking to him….no wait, “Ouch!” Bruin exclaimed. Damn his head was hurting, but this wasn’t pain. The deer mask helped him see, or rather understand, this wasn’t pain…there were voices, masking themselves as pain as Bruin could not understand what they were saying.

    The voices did not come from the deer mask, but instead somewhere deep inside his head. They were not clear, very cluttered, he could not understand a word they were saying, but they brought about intense pain.

    The pain was so blinding he didn’t even realize Dale had left the tavern earlier, and it was just he and Aislinn. Rest, this was the only thing Bruin had thought would help, as the ale was doing little. So he bid farewell to Aislinn and headed back to the forest to find a comfortable spot to rest his head.


    OOC: This in-game story has a few goals of which one being an attempt to revive role-playing here on Siege. The first 3-4 parts are already drawn up and will be posted in the near future. However after that it is open as I have not written any ending to it – so I highly encourage any others who wish to join in to do so.
  2. poisonarms

    poisonarms Visitor
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  3. Well done, Bruin!

    I am looking forward to more - and would like to contribute when and as time permits (which would not be now, unfortunately).
  4. archite666

    archite666 Guest

    "Again!", he barked. The cloaked impeding figure cast his shadow over another who lay flat on his belly under the mid day sun. Sweat rolled off the downed figure and on to the hot Tukuno sand.

    "Your still too slow!", the figure spat while peering down unto his shirtless companion. Panting, the bruised figured picked himself off the ground. He stood, sweat ran in large streams down his chest. His orbi had been collecting sweat the entire time he had been in the hot sun.

    "Master!", he struggled to say in between breathes. "I can't... hit you... Your too... fast." He inhaled heavily, he was bent, hands on his knees. Sweat dropped from his forehead to the sand below.

    Cash smirked. He looked upon his apprentice with distaste. His hand moved smoothly to Gabriel's face, and lifted his chin slightly to meet his gaze. Gabriel's mind began to fathom if he was being shown mercy. As quickly as he began to think his torment was over, the idea was jolted from his mind with a earth shattering crunch. While Gabriel comptemplated what Cash was doing, he had no idea what was coming. Gabriel could not see the strike coming. Cash's arm moved with lightning speed into an uppercut.

    Keening felt the attack in stages. Time seemed to slow. Seconds were like hours. First his teeth buckled as his head raised to accomandate the fist that was now moving upward as if to tear keening's head from his body and send it spinning end over end into the stars. Next his vision left him. The following sensation was the worst yet. As his head reeled back, the force continued. His head seemed to pull the rest of his body with it. The front of his neck burned with agony and it pulled the remainder of his body with it.

    Time snapped back. Gabriel's vision returned long enough to see his world flip end over end. He felt as if he had been back flipping for hours. Finally, to his dismay, he landed flat on stomach. His body skid over the sand for a moment before slidding to a halt. His body burned.

    His senses slowly returned. He wondered if he'd be able to speak. He felt as his teeth had melded together.

    "I said... lets try it again, you will never be a good warrior if you do not practice."

    (ok enough for now, gotta go to work. Will probably revise it later, middle part could be mistaken for a scene from broke back mountain. Until later folks.)