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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: One...


I'm still here Tek.



M.


Posted on 2009-11-29 at 06:07:52.

Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: *bounces*


Just wanted to say I'm super excited about this moving forward again! And with such horribleness too! Props to the DM of course, the update.

I'm desperatly awaiting more!

M.


Posted on 2009-11-28 at 14:43:09.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: sometimes gets you an


STD

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 23:08:36.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Bark-Eater!


“Losing your patience with me already, Cay,” Nyx smiled from within his cowl as he emerged from beside the cottage and drew up beside her, “shall we go?”

An amber glare speed his way, naked without the brim of the hat to veil it, “That comment supposes that I had patience with you at one time. I lost my patience with your kind decades ago Nyx. But yes I am ready.” A delicate brow raised as she stopped glaring long enough to actually look at him. “Got enough stuff there?”

She barely listens to his response about being ‘prepared’ as she pulls herself off the column and almost self consciously adjusts the dress before starting away from the cemetery. Surprisingly enough she even takes the lead, if he raises a brow at this she pretends not to notice.

Drasnia has pulled out of its slumber now. The dark creatures that rule the night have disappeared into their lairs, leaving way for those who hide their villainy in finely tailored dress and between the lines of ledger entries. The scavengers picking at the scraps are always present, however, scrambling between the cracks of both worlds, sliding fingers into pockets while uttering prayers to Naxir for diamonds.

These two were more likely to belong to the dark than to the light, but their prey had tempted them out from the shadows and now they walked along the roads in daylight. Under them the ground changed from mud to gravel and as they neared their final destination into heavy cobblestones. Brothels and taverns gave way to the palatial columns of state buildings, the high fences of private estates and the impressive façade of storefronts. Nobility brushed past with a cursory look over the tips of their noses before hurrying on. Servants pushed through the throngs with apologies when nothing was even amiss. Peddlers and merchants pawned their very souls to make a sale. The sweet smells of meat and bread curled around the strange couple as they walked.

Cay appeared to give it all little notice. The smells teased her stomach, which groaned at the memory of the refused orange. At no point did she stop to grab something though. Instead she seemed completely intent on where she was headed, or would have if it were not for the fidgeting. The scarf tied around her ears was checked and checked again to make sure it was in place; the tresses of her hair were smoothed over her shoulder then flung over it onto her back, only to have the process repeated; a seam on her left side was felt several times as the threads had worn thin there and seemed to threaten bursting; skirts patted down and the pockets checked; the high collar of her bodice fingered even as the elven symbols embroidered their soured her face.

She could feel the entire street looking at her, including the yellow eyes just to her left. She also knew that dressed like this she could easily be mistaken for a full blooded elf, whichever parent had bestowed the elven half of her blood had indeed passed on many of their physical traits to her. Only a second look at her, something she was certain most here would not do, would reveal the more rounded attributes that spoke of her human background. It seemed to consume her thoughts.

So greatly that at first she did not notice the human child who darted out from his mother’s skirts and into her path. The small boy collided with her legs and would have perished under her boots if the surprise had not made her take a step back.

“Oh! So sorry Miss!” The tiny voice attached to the green orbs staring up at Cay muttered and scurried back towards his mother.

“Sasha!” his mother squealed as her hand tightened around the boys wrist. “Oh Sasha dear! Tell mommy you are okay! You can’t go running off like that Sasha!” she had bent down to bring her concerned face closer to her son’s.

“I’m alright Mommy… I ran into that lady. But I’m alright.”

“Lady?” Still gripping her son’s wrist the woman stood up and finally looked up on Cay.

The two women took a moment to look each other over. The human stood a few inches shorter than Cay and had put great work into her appearance; a complicated hairdo pulled her black hair from a cupid shaped face that was heavily painted, layers of fine attire in brilliant colors curved and pushed her body into a shape she felt was most pleasing. Her round blue eyes took in the sight of the taller woman, her dress was old and thin showing off not the curves that were created by it, but the curves that were there naturally, her face bore no makeup unless one counted the blossoming bloom under her eye and the pink caused by the swollen lip, her ears and her hair were largely hidden by a scarf and she had a strange smell about her. Yet the human knew somewhere deep down that she could not hold a candle to the woman whom her son had just bumped into.

“Lady?” she repeated once her examination was done. “Sasha… that is no lady. That is an elf. An elf who nearly trampled my son due to her inability to watch where she was going! Vile creatures the lot of them! Don’t you ever apologize to an elf Sasha, they should apologize to you.”

The hand not holding onto her son’s wrist propped itself on the hip her skirts had created for her and she stared at Cay expectantly.

Grumbles that had started as hunger now churned into a pit of lava that boiled deep in Cayrimsa’s stomach. Her injured hand curled into a tight fist and she tried to focus on the pain, the woman kept staring at her though.

I’m not an elf you damned human! Not an elf! the voice screamed through her head over and over.

Than what are you Cay? the other voice whispered teasingly.

“I won’t apologize for something that is your son’s fault…” she grimaced through a wall of teeth.

“You won’t!? You insolent point eared hussy! My son did nothing wrong, it was you who tried to walk right over him. You could have nearly killed him! Apologize to my son or I’ll drag your low-born slant eyes back to your master and let him whip you in front of your tree hugging whore of a mother, that is if she can even be found, likely she is too busy spreading herself for some dwarven scum near the docks!”

The lava boiling down in her gut suddenly ruptured, the violent sparks flitting across the amber of her eyes. “Master!? I’m a free woman and not an elf. I will not apologize. As for my mother, you should ask your husband, for humans can be found buried inside an elf more often than dwarves can. Perhaps that is because under all of those dresses and makeup you are nothing but a shapeless hag who is incapable of bringing a man to arousal!”

Cay took a step closer and stared down at the woman. The mother pulled her son closer to her skirts and held her ground for the moment but fear was starting to edge in those dark blue eyes.

Around them the thong had paused and was watching, not that Cay had noticed.


Posted on 2009-11-27 at 22:54:28.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: FYI


Ion ninja'd me on that one (and should see more movies...)

monkey -

poo

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 21:05:33.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: that movie is great...


Cream

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 21:02:29.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Because Bowlers are Awesome!


Apple.



Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:35:05.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: hmmm....


Granted... you get four arms... four horribly stumpy t-rex arms.

((Wouldn't four feet be better for tap dancing?))

Wishes she could convince the family to let her do a full out 'Nightmare Before Christmas' themed Christmas... just once!

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:28:42.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: hmmm


creed

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:25:29.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: That famous


hat.

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:24:52.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: haha


^ Is a bare goblin

> Approaches the pile of christmas presents with trepidation

V Wonders where one can buy goblin tap dancing shoes...

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:23:25.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Cay brands things :EVIL:


Bread


which like me is Deliciously Wicked!!

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:20:02.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Restoration Hardware is a store... *sigh* boys...


You don't know it yet but you are. However like so many artists your abilities are not recognized until long after you die a penniless horrible death...

(See Edgar Allen Poe for example)

Wishes for good tasting healthy drinks

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:18:02.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Ummm...


Vlaad

(the Impaler?)

M.


Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:02:53.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: what!!?


Prancer

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:01:30.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: flingery?


which he learned

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 18:00:49.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: hmmm


^ Has a 'dance' fetish I cannot yet comprehend

> Is tone deaf and has no rhythm

V Has seen Moulin Rouge 200 times

Posted on 2009-11-27 at 17:59:56.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: I taint thy wish!


You wake up a level 1 female half-orc bard with no charisma (which might have something to do with your face). The DM God of this world is also very cruel, whenever you fail your intimidate check the NPC guts you and you come back again as a level 1 female half-orc bard. But hey at least it isn't a 9-5 right?

Wishes her house could recieve a free makeover from Restoration Hardware.


Posted on 2009-11-27 at 17:57:11.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: huh


^ Is regretting they didn't invite her.

> Thinks that after a certain age there are only unbirthdays and no real birthdays.

V Is late! For a very important date!

Posted on 2009-11-26 at 14:45:19.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: No comment


flies because of

Posted on 2009-11-26 at 14:42:33.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: It's Illegal!


Dandelions

Posted on 2009-11-26 at 14:41:16.

Topic: Happy Thanksgiving
Subject: Awww...


Thanks my Northern friends.

Happy Thanksgiving indeed!

M.


Posted on 2009-11-26 at 14:40:32.

Topic: Not Really a Game, But...it COULD Be
Subject: Backstories!


One of my favorite things to do is create complex backstories.

I have to say I've created some fun ones for games here (a few of which never got beyond the background unfortunatly).

Let's see... 'Eve Handle' has to be one of my favorites. And although this might ruin a bit of the surprise to anyone following Rer's Clocktower game... Eve recently escaped from prison. She was charged with murdering her husband. When the police were called by the neighbors they found her sitting on the driveway, her husband impaled on a fence post. She never denied killing him. However, she did claim that the act was self defense as he was abusive and trying to kill her at the time. The jury did not buy it. She never did explain how it was that she impaled him... maybe it had something to do with a book she found in the attic and some natural ability with magic...

Besides Smoke she is one of the more 'complex' backgrounds I think I have ever concocted.

We'll save Smoke for another day

M.


Posted on 2009-11-26 at 04:39:59.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Across Town...


Bolstoii Manse

The damask curtains were finally failing at keeping the morning light from wafting against the few inches of golden skin that had escaped from under the blankets. Two fingers grabbed the blanket and pulled them back over the escaped skin.

Why does morning have to come so early?

In the blanket cave Kharinya curled up like a cat. It had been three days and this morning she noticed that his scent had started to fade from her bed. Three days, Aelion should be returning later tonight if all went well. Hopefully things had gone well and her father would be pleased with the horse he brought back. Once her father had been taken care of Aelion would sneak into her room and take care of his daughter. A gigglish smile crept over her even as her fingers moved down her thigh in sweet memory.

Tonight!?

The blankets flew off the bed seemingly of their own accord and a moment later the golden girl followed them.

I cannot believe I waited until now… he is depending on me! Foolish Kiki… foolish!

The ruminations continued while Kharinya got dressed and primped. Twenty minutes later she swept out of her chambers and headed toward the kitchen.

---
The only paid servant on the Bolstoii estate was Ingrid, the cook. Styopa insisted on having a human run his kitchen.

“I simply won’t stand for any of that elven grub to make it onto my table.” He was fond of saying.

The rest of the staff consisted of slaves and a few indentured servants, all of them with at least a fraction of elven blood running through their blood. For his home he had selected the best pointed ears he could find.

Corrisan, his butler, was a full blooded high elf born into slavery. He was arrogant but at the same time meticulous and ran the Bolstoii household with an icy glare few dared to challenge. Wood elves stocked his kitchen, bustling under Ingrid, their abilities with herbs and vegetables exploited as far as Ingrid could manage. Nithhil had bargained his way out of charges of racketeering and ran Styopa’s accounts with such finesse that Styopa always made money, even when at first it seemed he should not (if a bit of the fat was trimmed into Nithhil’s pockets no one had yet noticed). Even his stable boy was a half Twilight Elf, Aelion, who had a gift with horses that only his kind possessed.

It was Aelion’s gift with other creatures, however, that was the topic of discussion in the kitchen this morning.

“I promise it is what I saw!” Tanna brought down her knife and split the potato on the counter in half to punctuate her point. The shining blade rose up and pointed at the other lithe wood elf. “You don’t think I would lie about something like this do you?”

“Lower your voice! And that damned knife Tanna…” the slightly nasally voice of Marianna hissed with a whisper and an anxious glance over her shoulder. “It isn’t that I don’t believe you think you saw something… but perhaps you misunderstood what you saw? Just because you think you saw him slip her a note just before he left does not mean anything inappropriate is going on there… and perhaps now is not the time to discuss it at any rate…”

“Pish Posh and kettle pots.” Tanna spat back at her sister. “I know what I saw and it isn’t like the whole estate doesn’t already suspect something.” But she did bend back over the counter and continued to dissect the potato before reaching for another one.

Marianna’s knife dove into the turnips, “Master Bolstoii doesn’t… and it would be best if it stayed that way I would imagine.”

“I don’t know… maybe he’d reward whoever brought it to his attention.” A contemplative smirk crossing the pink ribbons of Tanna’s lips.

“Yeah… sure… ‘reward’ them. String them up right next to your beloved Aelion I’d bet.”

“He isn’t my beloved!”

Marianna laughed as she listened to her sister’s voice drop and her eyes rise into little storm clouds.

Suuurrre… That’s what this is really about isn’t it? You’re jealous. Jealous… jealous” the words turned into a taunting little sing-song.

Thud! Tanna’s knife came down hard and got slightly stuck in the butcher’s block. “Jealous!? Of Khayrina? Little Kiki? Are you kidding me? What have I to be jealous about? The fact that she has more air between her ears than brains? That she’s eaten one too many of Ingrid’s cakes over the years and is spreading out faster than her father can buy her dresses to cover that wide expanse of her a**? The only thing that girl has going for her is her father’s money!”

Still shaking with laughter Marianna kept her eyes on the turnips, “And possibly Aelion buried between those massive thighs of hers…”

Tanna pulled the knife out of the butchers block and accidentally sent a quarter of a potato flying across the kitchen. Sending a murderous glare at her sister she dropped the knife and spun on her heel to go after the lost bit of produce.

Marianna kept up with the turnips and tried to stifle her laughter.

Delicate elven fingers found the bit of potato and rose only to drop it again as the emerald green elven eyes fell upon Kharyina standing before her. Anger and embarrassment flushed her cheeks a dark red and Tanna bent back down to recollect the starchy little wedge. “Pardon me Miss…” she whispered humbly as Kharyina’s wide blue skirts danced around her.

“No bother. I have some errands to run today and was just looking to grab a few rolls and jelly to take with me.” Came the human’s dismissive comment.

Tanna rose up and found herself now looking at Kiki’s back. Four or five right? And a few tarts while you are at it and no one is looking, huh?

It was true that Kharyina was not what one would call thin, especially in comparison with the two tall graceful elven creatures that were crawling around the kitchen. She was what one would call buxom. The additional weight she carried on her short frame had thus far spread mainly to her hips, when squeezed into a corset, as she usually was, her body became a full buffet of curves for anyone with a rich pallet. To a non-jealous eye the curves were actually a blessing rather than a curse. Without them she might be considered rather plain. Her eyes were muddy, her hair glossless and straight (no matter how many egg whites she soaked it in), even her lips were on the mundane side. Her complexion was beautiful though, at least to humans who preferred the darker radiating golden hues.

Tanna saw no beauty in those overly emphasized curves or in the glow of her complexion as she watched Kharyina dig through the pantry. Maybe Marianna is right, how could he love a lumpy sack of flour like you when he could nibble over me anytime he wanted?

She tried to control her sour expression and returned to her station. “Of course Miss… take what you require.”

Marianna waved her blade point at Tanna warningly and the two girls set back to chopping up vegetables.

---
Offering a deep bow despite the fact that it wrinkled the tailored blue velvet he wore Corrisan began to step out of the library. Across his chest a leather bound ledger was clasped tightly.

“Oh… one more thing Corrisan…” Styopa’s voice stopped him in his tracks, a midnight blue gaze lowering to his master. “Next week is Anya’s birthday, see if you can find some appropriate gift.”

Corrisan’s head dipped again, “I already have. Priethsly will have it wrapped and brought the house the day before, sir.”

His master laughed and nodded. “I should have guessed as much. Whatever would I do without you Corrisan?”

Probably die…

“Get your wife the same gift every year for her birthday?” He offered outwardly, which warranted another laugh.

“Yes I suppose so. Well… get on with your duties Corrisan.”

“Yes sir…” I was trying until you called me back

Corrisan offered another small bow and finally slipped out of the room. A few feet from the door was Kiki, happily shoving a biscuit into her mouth, unmindful of the crumbs that it left across the swell of her bosom.

“Oh! Is my father in?”

Another wrinkle creased through the velvet as Corrisan dipped another bow. “Yes Miss he is. Shall I announce you?”

“Oh no… I’m just peeking in for a moment. Thank you though.” She offered a warm smile before opening the door.

Corrisan smiled back but as usual the expression did not meet his eyes. I bet you will ask me to announce you when you wind up carrying Aelion’s child now won’t you? For all of your fraternizing with my kind you still treat me as a servant don’t you? When the time comes, and it will, which side will you choose? Will you run off with your penniless lover? Or will you throw yourself upon your father’s feet and beg his mercy and the protection that his money can buy? Enjoy your fun while it lasts… your father will learn of what you have done… soon.

The smile finally touched his eyes as he wandered down the hall.

Inside the library Kharinya plopped herself into a chair opposite her father and began to brush the crumbs off her gown.

“Good morning father.”

“Ah… my Kiki… you look lovely today. Is that the blue dress your mother ordered from Palat?”

She giggled and nodded. “Yes. Do you really like it? I’m not sure the color goes well with my eyes.”

“Beautiful dear. You are always beautiful. Did you need me for something?”

The color in her cheeks made her complexion glow brighter. She shook her head. “Not really no. I was going to run some errands, thought I would drop in and see if you needed me to pick anything up… or drop anything off while I was out.”

“Hmmm… no not that I can think of. Although…” Styopa paused here and fixed an appraising eye on his daughter, “although if the mood strikes you perhaps you should consider what you will be wearing to your mother’s birthday party next week. I have invited some of the best families in Drasnia to come, and some have some very eligible sons.” He grinned.

The color rose and the balls of mud rolled in their sockets. “Father! Please. I’m only seventeen, don’t start marrying me off already.”

“I’m not marrying you off Kiki. I’m just suggesting you find a dress.” Throwing his own pudgy fingers up in defense.

“Alright father. I’ll see if the mood strikes me. But I make no promises.”

“Good.”

“Well… if that’s all. I’ll be on my way then.” She got up.

“A kiss for your old man before you head out love?”

Kiki smiled and wandered over to him, leaning over to place a kiss on his shiny forehead. “Of course father. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Yes…”

Styopa could hear her humming through another biscuit once she reached the hallway. He shook his head and smiled at himself before reaching for his stationary set.


Posted on 2009-11-25 at 22:41:33.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: True...


^ Thought she was a he...

> Actually has 2 mad cats...

V Is the Mad Hatter...

Posted on 2009-11-25 at 20:43:58.

 


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