The Big Pointy One

Hm, well, here I am! Yay! ...well, anyways, I'm a quillbearer, last I checked as for title, well, Lord of the Stick or Trenchcoat Monk works for me... Happy to be here! Yeah!

Stick barely noticed as he was bound and led down a series of tunnels until eventually they made it into a giant cavern. Normally he'd be greatly intrigued, but he was too tired to notice. Each time he blinked, a longer period of time elapsed. He had never felt this drained before. He almost regretted expending so much energy at once. Stick just wanted to sleep right now. He blinked again someone was talking to William. Something about seraphs. Another long blink, and there was just silence. He looked over to his travelling companion, smiled, and passed out. OOC: Sorry, rather formless, but I'm not really sure what to add right now

Dierden had a rough idea about what Oblinich wanted to do, and knew what consequences it would have on this mini-plane of existence they currently occupied. "No." the priest said, "I don't think drawing power from an outside source would be a good idea right now." Oblinich looked frustrated. "But I could destroy them all if you'd just let me-" "Yes, and you'd probably do the same to us in the process, I'm afraid. This place is meant for a priest's power. Although a small amount of magic can be used here, it wasn't meant to work that way, I'm afraid." "Then what would you have us do?" "Well, I guess we only have one option left, it's kind of risky, considering I'm not sure what happens when these mist-things touch you." Dierden mutterred a quick prayer, and his hands started to glow. "Everyone hold out their weapons, quick. I'll bless them and imbue them with holy energy." Gyrfalcon almost tripped over himself then and there. "What? You're only doing that now? We could have-" he took a breath to calm himself. "Nevermind. Let's get rid of these whatever-they-ares and get out of here." Dierden placed his hands on everyone's weapons of choice, one by one. Afterwards each started to share a glow similar to the one surrounding Dierden's hands. Usagi and Rondo simply looked at each other and grinned before they each jumped out of the barrier, screaming like idiots at the top of their lungs. Katanas and staff streaming the air with white light as they cut a hole into their undead enemies. Usagi displayed a masterpiece of bladework as he started sending the mists back to wherever it is they came from. Rondo seemed to limp along rather slowly, but his wrists kept his staff spinning in a white blur nearly unmatched by even the youngest staff master. Dierden just stood there, arms crossed and nodding with a satisfied grin on his face. Everyone was going to make it through, and with flying colours.

On a similar topic, I recommend checking out Symphony X's version of The Odyssey. I realise not everyone's a big metal fan, but it's a pretty cool CD none the less. It does indeed have a song that follows the odyssey, and titled appropriately ...if one was to look around, they'd notice that there's lots of metal bands that enjoy the whole fantasy type thing. In fact, some bands, like Symphony X, write songs based on their favourite books. Another example would be Blind Guardian who have a song or two about The Hobbit. Also a group worth looking into, there. BigPointyStick -------------- Woo-hoo! I'm a Quill-Bearer now! The Trenchcoat Monk Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny

Alright, I was just going to post a few lines, but I'm just going to give everyone a link to this song. It's possibly one of the best Hip-hop songs I've heard, if simply for the message, which is quite clear. (Which is a plus for me, 'cause I usually have trouble interpreting things, so stuff that's plain and simple is great, in my opinion ^.^ ) I may not be good at telling what good music is, especially within the world of Hip-Hop, which is still rather new to me, but I do know what I like, and I think others would/will like this song if they listen to it. Highly recommended. Very highly. display.lyrics.astraweb.com:2000/display.cgi?aesop_rock..labor_days..no_regrets

Ah, but a hiding dragon shows much skill and resourcefullness. Would you not be surprised if a dragon suddenly just jumped out of nowhere in front of you? I'd like to think so. Great work, you two, by the way ^.^ BigPointyStick

Deleo blinked himself out of a daze as Kokuryuu revelealed her truest form. Even for a dragon like himself, it was kinda awe-inspiring to be in her presence. He didn't fully realise what was happenning until Gyrfalcon and Robby had taken flight into the woods. Grinning sardonically he turned on and chased after them. Within heartbeats his wolf body carried him between the two as they were about to split up. Mutterring a minor cantrip which emitted a flash of light, Deleo too morphed into his dragon form. As he did so, he took careful measure to block Gyrfalcon's path with his forelegs and Robby's with his flank. In the meanwhile, his tail snapped around the surprised pair, encircling them rather precariously. Venting sulfurous fumes from his nose, Deleo did his best to calm them in common tongue. "Look. We're not trying to harm you, *quite* the opposite, in fact. I know it's hard for you little ones not to run away every time you see one of our kind, but you'll have to get over it for the time being!" he emphasized that last bit by slamming one of his front claws to the ground, causing a minor quake that shook the ground slightly beneath Gyrfalcon and Robby's feet. By this time Kokuryuu had noticed the sudden transformation of Deleo, not to mention the clearing of a small section of forest. She floated over to the group, annoyance clear, even through her draconic features.

Sweet, I'm a Quill-Bearer now... I guess I'm doing a good job ^.^ ...seriously though, I'm proud of my new title (yet again) and am looking forward to my quill quest... (how does that work, anyways... perhaps a little explanation would be nice, no?)

Yah, crazy IRC chats rock. Heh. Now, to wait and see what Minta left beneath that tree... *Stick stares at his watch until it's tomorrow* (I'm just racking up these pointless posts )

Vincent Silver posted, The Big Pointy One posted, Stick jumped from the tree where he had previously set up a surveillance blind. He had managed to track down Brute's liver, but not actually capture it. Surely something able to escape from Brute would have to be a wily... creature. It was around nightfall when Stick noticed Vlad slip into the seen. Now what could HE be up to? he thought to himself. Watching in anticipation, he saw Vlad pick up the liver, spit it out, and then take a good chunk out of the merchant guard. Confused as to what the heck that crazy vamp was up to, Stick immediately jumped from his hiding spot, lassoo trailing behind him. He'd have to have a word with Mr.Imploder.

Christmas Haiku? I think so! Decorate the pine Tinsel and blinking stringlights Presents wrapped with love Happy holidays Nice big family dinners Delicious free treats Peace on earth and stuff All that friendly christmas jazz Happy holidays To each and everyone... ^.^ (I am so lame ) BigPointyStick -------------- Newly appointed page, and proud of it! The Trenchcoat Monk Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny

Deleo responded to Kokuryuu telepathically. As young and foolish as he was, he wasn't completely stupid, and wasn't about to give his identity away. So THAT'S who that was. No wonder I had such a hard time. Y'know... normally I'd be able... Deleo was cut off by a glare from Kokuryuu, and then whimpered, getting odd looks from Gyrfalcon and Robby. It was a bit too weak for a wolf, although Deleo obviously didn't know that. In fact, he almost saw a smirk on Gyrfalcon's face. He shrugged it off and continued on his reply to Kokuryuu. So you think Cirrius was testing our defenses, eh? But that wouldn't make sense... that could only mean the chromatics are about to start on all out war! It's... proposterous Kokuryuu only grunted in annoyance. Today was not as good a day as she had hoped for. OOC: Sorry about lack of substance there... Edited by: The Big Pointy One at: 12/24/02 10:37:21 pm

As the main army was regrouping, one by one they began to notice something that sounded like thunder. But aside from the smoke and dustclouds from the battle, there wasn't an obscursion in the sky. But the sound was getting louder. Soon, many soldiers realised this was the sound of hoofbeats. Thousands of them. There was more sounds now, too. The bellowing of horns. The beating of drums and cries of warchants. An army was approaching, and a large one at that. Instinctively, everyone raised weapons and quickly moved into defensive formations. Arrows were nocked and bolts were loaded. If the goblins had reinforcements, at least, now, they were ready for them. However, it was not goblin reinforcements that rained over the otherside of the mountain. It was minotaurs. Hundreds upon thousands of them. They had weapons flailing in the air, and a look of bloodlust in their eyes. However, they slowed and eventually stopped at the sign of an organized human army. That was a surprise to them; a human army was quite out of place in the mountains, especially were goblins were known to dwell. Within moments, a rather decorated minotaur stepped ahead of his ranks, and issued a call from one hundred paces. "Who are you that invades this land, furless ones?" he cried. Legman stepped forward, completely unconcerned about the obviously more powerful force in front of him. "I am Legman, General in command of the Fist of Creation! I seek to purge the land of this wasteful breed of evil. Stand clear, or fall beneath the fist!" At this many of the human soldiers became nervous, while many of the minotaurs looked ready to pounce. Some roared, as if it were a challenge. The decorated minotaur harrumphed. It seemed as if he had been expecting battle here. After a moment of silence and pawing at the ground idly, he spoke again. "I see. Well, our goals are the same. We also seek to eradicate the goblinoids, although our purpose may be different from yours." Minotaurs, although often unintelligent, were still an honourable race. And as much as they loved battle, they didn't just go fighting the first group of people waving swords around. "I see no reason why we shouldn't form an alliance. Although your forces are useless to me, we could use a human shield to protect our rear." Legman stared at the minotaur in front of him. With barely a moment's contemplation, he replied. "Indeed. We will join you, but the glory of removing this plague from Gaia shall not belong solely to your forces... but we can discuss that privately, one general to another. Come, we will make camp for the night, and move at sunup tomorrow. Let us enjoy a momentary break in the rigorous journey ahead of us." OOC: Sorry to cut it short, but my brain suddenly feels really dead. Gah.

It was the last hour before dawn and Deleo was growing weary. He hated having to watch over a border to some country that didn't really exist. At least, not in his mind. But still, he had to do what he was told. Ruffling the feathers of his current form- a rather large golden eagle, Deleo scanned the horizon. There was nothing, absolutely nothing going on, as usual. Deleo blinked again, then noticed something approaching from air. Using his keen eagle-eyes, he saw that the form approaching was white. And large. And a lizard. "By the great scales! A white!?! What would a white be doing around here!?" Deleo screeched in a rough bird. Screeching louder this time, Deleo's golden eagle form shimmered, and within a moment his wingspan grew twenty feet in length, and grew scales. His body pulsated and was suddenly a shimmering gold-bronze metallic colour. His head turned into that of a great lizard as his neck sinewed out of his torso. Deleo was in fact a hybrid between a gold and a bronze dragon, a not-so-common race of dragon. This time giving more of a roar than a screech Deleo gave his mighty wings a slow flap, taking to the air. Without even giving time for a verbal confrontation Deleo took straight up, hoping that the white wouldn't notice him. As soon as he gained a decent height advantage, he tucked his wings in and dived at the intruding dragon. Claws forward and flames tickling the back of his teeth, Deleo was ready for a battle. Unfortunately, so was his opponent. Ready for the clumsy dive, apparently, the white easily flew to the side slightly enough to dodge the bulk of Deleo's form. Claws were raked on both sides, sending gold-bronze and white scales floating to the ground. Deleo looped around, making a pass from below while the white flapped strongly, turning himself around, and sending a blast of bitterly cold air before it actually saw where Deleo was heading from. This time, the young metallic dragon was a bit more prepared and sent a mouthfull of fire toward his adversary. The two breaths cancelled each other out, leaving a steamy cloud in its wake. Deleo followed his first fireball with a second that pelted the white beneath its foreleg; this was followed up with a grapple that sent both dragons hurtling towards the ground. Both combatants clawed and bit, leaving bloody rips in each other, but eventually, the white proved to be the better fighter as it broke free, leaving Deleo with a split second to pull himself upwards before slamming into the ground. Of course, this didn't happenned, and Deleo felt the bitter force of gravity. Satisfied with the results of the whole experience, the white took off back in the way which he came, leaving Deleo bruised and bloody at the floor of the forest. The sun was coming up now, and the young dragon grunted in pain as he wove a simple spell to hasten the healing process. He morphed into a wolf, but retained the golden-bronze colour in his fur. He really didn't want to explain this to Kokuryuu. It was a shame that he lived, almost.

OOC: Could this be the evolution of Nimball? Er, I hope not. IC: The wind rustled Stick's long jacket as he read the parchment that he had previously tore down from a wall in the middle of the marketplace. 'Wanted: Solid evidence of the whereabouts of Brute's Liver. Said Liver was last seen near the residence of Brute. Any information leading to the discovery of the missing organ will be rewarded.' Well, so the hunt was on. Pulling a thirty-foot long cord from his pocket, Stick fashioned a rather shoddy lassoo and assumed a stalking position. Despite stares from commoners all around, Stick started making what he assumed were liver sounds as he began the search for Brute's liver. Liver.

Usagi yanked a wrist-thick vine that was resting in a well-concealed corner of the outer balcony. Giving it a quick tug, he leapt off the balcony, swung out, then back in straight through an unusually leafy area of trunk. This hidden area was actually Usagi's room, and none but the rest of The Seven knew about it. Dropping his armour to the floor, Usagi quickly changed into some fresh garments. These consisted of loose grey leggings and an equally loose and grey undershirt. Overtop of his shirt he put on his form-fitting armour, this he covered with a black vest. He reattached his katanas to a slim red swordbelt that already had a few kunais hanging from the back. Usagi wrapped this around his waist, then flapped the vest so it was the outermost article of clothing again. He checked the inner pockets of the vest to ensure that his multitude of shurikens were in place. Satisfied, Usagi made his way over to a medium-sized cupboard and prepared a few dry rations which he placed in a small pouch that he hung from his shoulder. After taking a look around the room Usagi sat down on his futon (which was currently laid haphazardly in the middle of the room, his thin blanket bunched up messily in one corner) and unsheathed one of his katanas. Resting it on his knees he examined the craftmanship. It was an exquisite thing. A blade crafted by an artisan who's skills were unmatched to this day. A blade that was over a millenium old. Still, not a scratched marred its surface, not a drop of blood stained the beautiful shine of this masterpiece, not a single piece of blade had ever chipped or dulled. There was nothing magical about this sword, it was just really well made. Usagi flashed back to how he had claimed this prize in the first place. He shook his head quickly. Now was not the time for such memories. Regardless, he didn't feel like he deserved such a wonderful piece of art in the first place, but here he was. Sliding it carefully into the sheath that ensured the blade stayed sharp, Usagi went to examine his second katana. Equal in quality and beauty (to a swordsman, at least) yet not nearly as old, Usagi couldn't help but sigh. This was a memento of his hometown. Things were much simpler back then. A single tear drop splashed onto the intricate symbol that was his town's name. Usagi had traveled far in his life, and although he had made plenty of friends and had many great times, he couldn't help but yearn for his former life. His remembering was cut short however, by a sound perceptible only by his ears. "..." He responded. "..." To most people, it'd seem as if the half rabbit and the rabbit were standing there, silent. But of course, that's because most people can't speak rabbit. (OOC: I'll do everyone the favour and translate this one ) "So, you're going off on your own, are you?" "You can tell." "Yeah." "I don't know if I'm going to come back on this one." "Have you ever? Do we ever? No. That's what it's about. Do you think you can handle yourself out there?" "I honestly don't know... I hope so." "Is someone else's life on the line?" "Probably." "Then you better." The rabbit mage known as Mr.Bunny hopped his way over to the window, nodded and left on a small flying carrot, but not before leaving his son with one last tidbit. "..." "Thanks dad. You too." Usagi stared into his katana for a minute, wiped his face, then swung from the vine now hanging from his window to the ground. As soon as Usagi was earthbound the vine sprung back up to its resting place. Usagi closed his eyes and made his way to the gate, letting the wind be his guide. The party inquired about why he didn't have some sort of horse. He simply replied that his own two legs were good enough. They didn't even bother asking why he had packed so lightly. OOC: Just a side note, as previously pointed out, Usagi is still over-confident and arrogant on the outside. What everyone doesn't know is how unsure he really is on the inside. Just thought I'd make that note, to avoid confusion in case someone takes liberty

Myself, I have the foolish belief that all our paths are set, but at that same time our paths are our own to choose. I realise that may sound stupid to some, but it makes sense to me. (Also, I have this theory I call 'The Rule of Opposites' ...it's not exactly fate, but basically it goes if you truly believe something is going to happen a certain way, chances are, the opposite is true... but it only seems to work for me, and usually not in my favor... it's more or less an amusing form of irony and coincidence. Nonetheless, I recommend observing things, and see if this holds true... it'd be interesting to see the results.) ~Shrugs~

Usagi made a long, silent yawn. He scratched behind his ear in contemplation. "Fine by me, I suppose. There's a guest room at the end of the hall, and that man is still asleep on the couch in the common room to the right of the door there. If you want some rest, head to the end of the hall and turn left, there should be an empty guest room there. Just be careful not to wake anyone." That being said, Usagi yawned again, lied back down in his chair and promptly fell back asleep.

Eh, don't forget about us Canadian boys! Eh! Eat twice as much turkey for me, and probably some for Tamaranis. Eh! Eh!

OOC: I'm sorry, I must be speaking gibberish. THIS IS THE CURRENT SITUATION ~ahem~ Right now, Legman, Mesl and the boy are descending upon the valley, along with the majority of Legman's army. They, as noted in the previous posts, have taken the path *over* the mountain, not through it. Dierden and Tayne, as well as the rest of the army went through the caves. They have now just made it through. Alright? Make sense? Good. *Stick bows humbly and backs out, hoping the confusion is now over* (Seriously, I hope I'm not sounding rude or anything here... but this all seemed rather simple to me... I suppose that's the whole 'author advantage thing' ~sigh~)

Usagi and Rondo quickly realised their weapons were useless against the new mist-based enemy. They found themselves back to back, a circle of foes closing in on them like certain doom. Rondo shouted out, anger and resentment heavy on his voice. "How do we kill these things priest? They are getting closer to drinking my blood, and that's a wine that's best to age for a few more years, if you don't mind me saying so!" Whatever the mist like creatures formed into, they clawed forwards, semitransparent fingers making jagged slices through the air. Dierden swallowed a curse and made his way to the samurai and his master. The priest's mace was glowing a hot white while it was swinging through the air, driving the ravenous mist creatures back momentarily. "I'm not sure yet, but I'll do my best to see they keep from tearing you apart. I'm sorry." Rondo didn't bother holding back his cursing. "You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW!! I thought you said you've been here before. How can you-" Rondo was cut short as a misty claw slammed into a barrier of white light just a hand away from the aged warrior's face. "I don't know how long that'll hold up, but at least for now you two will be safe. If you don't mind, I'm going to see how everyone else is holding up. If the barrier breaks..." Dierden placed his palms on Rondo and Usagi's weapons, all of which started glowing that white light. "This should do. I hope." "Oh bloody hell." That was all Rondo could manage as Dierden passed through the barrier and went to see if Gyrfalcon or Oblinich needed any help.

OOC: Well, actually, right now, Legman and his 'associates' (i.e. the characters introduced with Legman in previous posts) were supposed to be on the main path that more or less goes *over* the mountains, not through them... with him is supposed to be the mage and the boy as well... I hate to sound like a control freak or anything like that... Anyways, if you don't feel like changing your posts (everyone) that's perfectly fine... but I'd suggest reading previous posts a little bit more, please! ^.^ (I hope I'm not coming off as rude here...) On a side note, I just want to not posting as of late, I'm kinda trying to set my self into the whole 'real job' thing, so I've been just a little bit fried this past little bit. Fear not, I shall soon recover, and be posting like there's no tomorrow. Or ink shortage... or something like that. Yeah.

Or how about if you post until you have more weenies than you have buns... or is that the other way around? *Stick shrugs and starts up the barbecue anyways* (This making non-sensical post # something or other now... )

Wow, what can I say... I'm pretty much speechless... the only thing that comes to mind is that I know *exactly* what you're saying/experiencing with this. *Raises a glass, in a salute between friends, if nothing else* BigPointyStick ----------------- Newly appointed Page, and proud of it! The Trenchcoat Monk Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "Stand ho, varlet! Thou shalt not take mine bunny!"

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