The Big Pointy One

Darkness surrounded Stick as he fell down the cavern. He had lost sight of William, but was sure he was somewhere near him. Regardless, he knew he had mere seconds to think of something before the hard earth claimed his life. Stick closed his eyes, reaching out emphatically for a branch, a root... even a pool of water. Nothing. However, the energy of Terra surrounded him, and he felt like he could mould it, as if it were clay. That's when it hit him. Falling wouldn't hurt so bad if the ground were softer. He searched out again for some water, and found another smaller underground lake far below him. Reaching out with his will alone, he commanded the water upwards. Meanwhile, he gathered a small amount of energy in his hands and blasted straight down in an attempt to superheat the floor, or at least break it appart a bit. From the light generated he could see that William was still falling about ten fight below him, and he had at one point lost his consciousness. All that was left now was hope. Stick closed his eyes again, offered a prayer to Nature and spread his arms as if to embrace to coming earth. After a scant minute Will and Stick slammed into the ground which was now some rather deep mud. For Stick, everything went black as he slipped away from consciousness.

Well, I'm not sure about *good* critique, but I can say it was really well-written... I'm trying to think of some sort of commentary, but nothing really comes to mind. Heh, anyways, nice to see you got this appy written ^.^

Wow, this is quite simply one of the best poems I've heard/read in a long time, period. Excellent work, my friend! BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!" Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

Popku grinned a grin that was akin to those of his friends'. Cards was definitely one thing he was good at, mind tricks or no. As a general rule, he stayed away from alcohols, so he just floated over to a seedy looking table. The patrons of said table laughed raucously at his appearance, but quickly silenced as the three-foot tall cute furry thing dropped a heavy bag of gold on the table. "Ante up!"

Stick was irked. He didn't have a clue what was going on. He didn't know who this 'Darken' character was, although he did realise he was an obvious enemy. Unforunately, he also realised that he probably wouldn't be able to offer much assistance to Will; not without hurting him at least. Regardless, he took up a defensive stance, readying a pair of throwing knives in his right hand. He just hoped Darken didn't bring along any friends.

Somewhere else in the courtyard, a large red-haired man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He had been taking careful note of the day's events, from the throne room to the courtyard. He was very interested. A staff that could give a man un-dreamable riches. It would be like being able to have a dragon's treasure, without having to go through the nasty unpleasantries of slaying a dragon. The Darkstorm grinned, wrapping himself up in his thin grey cloak, and disappearing just as suddenly as he appeared. ~ Popku floated to the ground and took a look around. People were starting to leave, and all those who were accepted to go on the quest were getting ready. There was a slight itching in the back of his mind, as if something were out of place, but he quickly dismissed it. He spun his trusty revolver around on his finger a few times and slid back within the hidden confines of his travel cloak. He hoped this was going to be a fun trip... OOC: Eh, I'd hate to see a story go down the chute... perhaps we can try getting it going, no?

Quite good ^.^ ...and Zool, try it in Haiku, there's another challenge in itself BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

~ Why is it every time I lay my heart on the line? Why is it every day I find another way To let myself down? To let myself drown- In you. It's true. I can't help myself My heart I can not shelf When you don't have much You act much Like me. Please see My eyes Stained from my cries As I die Late at night, An internal fight For you. It's true. I'm sorry, I just can't help but falling in love. ~ I'm working on this whole 'poetry' thing, trying to improve and what-not. In most cases though, I don't try to adhere to certain styles, although in this case I stayed with a AA BB, etc, rhyme scheme, except for that one triplet near the end, obviously. I think this may work better as a song rather than a straight-up poem. I don't know... well, if anyone comments, give me their opinion, it's *always* appreciated ^.^ BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

~Haiku Style~ Half-elf demigod, Crazy guy who bites people, Geld-loving lizard. Gyrfalcon, my friend You've given me confidence And helped me along Falcon, my comrade You always can make me smile And have lots of fun Wyvern, good buddy Thanks for the excellent tunes And sealing the deal My new friends are great Ever since the beginning And straight to the end ~Thanks a lot!~ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

I *really* regret forgetting everything I learned in Japanese 100... nuts. BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

Stick stirred from the large rock where he must have drifted into a light sleep as he heard Will's call for help. He looked around and noticed ten figures draped in black wielding spears. Without a second thought he leapt to his feet, grabbing the BPS from his side. Within a few long strides he was lunging at one of the spearmen. He was deflected by a two-handed cross and quickly found a speartip flying towards his throat. Without any delay he turned ninety degrees to the right and brought up a counter-clockwise spin that sent the second assailant's spear flying into the first one. Stick did a 180 in the opposite direction and jabbed straight forward, stabbing a third spearman in the side. He dropped his left shoulder as a spearblade sung right by his ear before the third man grunted in pain. The first figure went for another jab that Stick hopped over as he brought the backend of the BPS in a slashing manuever. He brought up his right leg as he continued to jump striaght up, kicking the third man in the bottom of the chin. He brought the bps back down on the first man's skull with a sickening crunch, turning in mid-air to deflect a jab from the second opponent with his left foot. As he landed he blindly stabbed behind him and then reversed his momentum, sending a mighty jab forewards. He could see the blood dripping from the ends of the BPS in the dim cave light as he faced off with the two still-standing spearmen, all taking a momentarily break from combat. Stick suddenly found himself between two enemies, who were beginning to circle him. They sent a few idle jabs, testing Stick's reaction, which was nothing. Without warning they lunged in, on going high, the other going low. Within the blink of an eye he dropped the BPS, rolled foreward and suddenly both spearmen found knives sticking out of their throats. Stick knelt on his right leg, arms outstretched and panting heavily. He looked up to take a toll on the battlescene...

ooc: Just wondering, is there anyway I could possibly move this over to the Assembly Room? At first I thought this might be the good spot to post it, but I realise now the Assembly Room would be more appropriate. I'd appreciate it a lot if it can be done, if not, thanks anyways ^.^ [Edit: *folds topic into a paper airplane, leans out the window, and whooooooosh! it glides to its new home. . .You get to unfold it though, BPO*] [Edit: Thanks ^.^ *Stick then procedes to unfold said topic as he picks up a pencil and a leaflet of paper. He bites the end a bit, tapping the writing instrument against his chin, hoping a fit of inspiration will soon overtake him...] Edited by: The Big Pointy One at: 6/16/02 3:46:29 am

Stick felt a strange yearning inside him as he made his way over to the edge of the underground lake. He shrugged it off as the re-kindling of and old wanderlust, or something similar. Regardless, his mind was all but empty as he stared off into the dimly lit water's surface. This time, physically shrugging, the tall warrior picked up a smooth stone and skipped it across the lake a few times. Nodding in satisfaction he picked up another one and skipped it across. He repeated this several times, a feeling growing inside that the rippling in the water seemed to represent this starting adventure...

hmm, this could be fun... The Big Poin-ty One ~or~ Big Poin-ty Stick The Big Poin-ty One ~or~ Big Poin-ty Stik Alright, not so fun... hmm... well, let's mix it up then! Theb- I-gpo-in-ty-o-ne Thehb- I-~drooling sounds~-in-teye-0(not O)-nee BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

Popku floats over to where a crowd seems to be gathering around someone landing on the nekkid Tzimfemme's shoulder, much to her dismay. He simply waves and waits for some sort of announcement to be made.

Well, thanks everyone for the compliments, it's appreciated, especially since it's a rare event that I actually throw out some poetry for once. As for whom it's adressed to, it could be a couple different people, but at the time I was mostly thinking about a certain girl whom I've much interest for at the moment- and whom I'm constantly fearing is toying around with me. Of course, those fears are usually qualmed, and usually lack reason. Heh. What can I say, I don't exactly have a good history relationship-wise. Oh well, that's life. BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

Excellent poetry, as always ^.^ Congrats on graduating- I don't know one person who doesn't enjoy getting out of high school, so I'm sure it's quite the joyous occassion And as for getting published, that's the best news of all, and add me to the list of people to buy your book right away ^.^ Keep it up! BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

I think in some social circles this may count as a poem. Correct me if I'm wrong. ~No title~ What am I, some sort of clay that you can just mould into whatever shape you please? Am I just some sort of ornament on your wall? For you to look at then dust off when you're bored? Who am I to you, just a little child not quite a friend someone you know? Who am I, just some tortured soul to abuse and spin around like a top for convenient pleasure? I don't really know but I'll do it some more if you just tell me why. BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

ooc: lol. BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

William rolled his eyes, knowing that wherever Stick went, trouble usually followed. "All right, fine, let's go." Stick grinned his famous grin and the party headed off towards the entrance to the tunnels within the Keep. Stick grabbed a torch off the wall and started walking ahead of everyone else, one hand on the earthen wall. The path began to twist and turn a bit, and the party began to get the feeling they were descending farther into the ground. After about half an hour there was a faint sound from up ahead. Stick motioned for the party to stop. He closed his eyes momentarily, seemingly in concentration. Thirty seconds later he opened them again and spoke up. "It's alright, we're approaching the first landmark, it won't be long now." Everyone nodded and continued on. Within another half an hour the sound had increased. First to dripping, accompanied by tiny rivlets of water running along the walls; to a more concentrated 'pouring' sound. The group rounded a final bend and there it was. A giant underground lake roughly the same size as the one above ground. Glowing moss and lichen dimly illuminated the area. Another lightsource came from the roof of the cavern where apparently the lake drained down into the room and casted a light blue hue over everything. Water poured down from this 'drain' creating an almost column of water that splashed into the center of the lake, creating a most wonderful feat of natural beauty. OOC: I hope that's good enough for ya, Falcon ^.^

Stick stood up from his spot of meditation, the entrance to the underground cave. He had obtained his desired state of concentration and found himself feeling a bit weak from hunger. He sprinted over to the treehouse and rummaged through the kitchen. The only one who was around was Sliver, who was sipping on a glass of water, looking out the window. "Everyone still gone?" The shorter warrior nodded. "Yep, haven't received word yet... I'm sure they're fine though. What's up?" "I wish I could tell you, but I'm not quite sure. All I know is that it's going to be big, and I'm not going to miss it." "What *can* you tell me?" "Hmm... well, William found a sword similar to yours, I think. Time will tell me for sure, but I'm *guessing* it may have similar properties." Sliver glanced back to his room, paused a second then nodded, "Well, then, let's pray he'll know how to use it." "Indeed." Stick grabbed a few foodstuffs and put them in a small burlap sack. He yanked an apple from a dish on the counter biting and holding on to it in his mouth. He walked into his room, grabbing a few extra pieces of clothing and a belt full of throwing knives. He paused for a moment and grabbed a length of rope and some climbing hooks. He shoved these into a medium-sized pack followed by the food. Satisfied he had enough he returned to the kitchen idly chomping on his apple. "So anyways, did you want to come along?" Sliver shook his head. "No thanks... I think I'll hold the fort. *Someone has to do it* " Stick nodded. "...if you need to, you know how to contact me." Stick nodded again as he fingered a silver ring topped with a small sapphire crescent moon on his right hand. "Alright, cool. Keep the place clean, eh?" Sliver chuckled "Heh, no worries there Sticky. Come back alive, alright?" Grinning, Stick finished his apple and tossed it in a wastebasket. "I'll put on my to-do list. See you later." Sliver gave Stick a two-fingered salute as the tall man climbed down from the balcony. Within a few minutes Stick met up with William, Gyrfalcon and Seth who had just entered a courtyard from a side door on the keep. William began to speak but Stick cut him off, "If you're going underground, I'm your best guide unless a dwarf shows up, and since the air still smells fresh..."

For the last month and a half Stick had been in a near-constant state of meditation. No one had heard much from him since William came back from the battle underground. Something was wrong, Stick could sense it. He could sense something on the horizon that he had to prepare for, like he was sure the others were preparing for as well. Regardless, he just hoped he'd be ready to lend an able hand.

Yeah! I cast another vote for cake! ~CAKE~ !CAKE! *CAKE* ^CAKE^ CAKE ~ahem~. BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

The elven pair ran over to where Aidan fell from the tree. The male elf picked the unconscious child up and hefted him onto his shoulders. The female was busy diverting the oncoming demons with a flurry of arrow fire. She managed to shoot down three of the abominations, and slow down a few more, but there was still many more coming. The female shouted to her companion: "We have to run, I don't think we can stop them all!" The male nodded silently and started chanting as he broke into a run, holding firmly to Aidan. The female slung her bow over her shoulder and picked a few tiny grey orbs from her waist pouch. The male finished his chant, ending in a loud elven word, Vaella. A pair of trees suddenly jolted with life and lashed out against a handful of the pursuing demons, which were quickly gaining. Unfortunately, there were still more coming. With a quick snap of her wrist, the female sent a trio of the grey orbs behind her which exploded on contact with the ground. As they did so, a thick trail of smoke poured out, giving the elves some moderate cover. The pair nodded at each other, and rolled to the left. A few scant seconds afterwards they heard rushing footsteps and a guttural tongue speaking in an unknown language. Satisfied that they were safe, the elves made headway for the mountains to the west. About half a day later they made it, finding the blessing of Luck- they were not attacked again. Their luck remained with them for the rest of their trip, and three days later they had arrived at Gervad. Aidan's aunt and uncle nodded as the elves explained what had happenned. Aidan's aunt, Perla, took the still unconscious Aidan to a guest room and set him on a plush bed. Meanwhile, Dutas, Aidan's uncle discussed the situation with the elves. "It is unfortunate that my brother has fallen to such a dark force. I will miss him greatly... and I am honored he'd choose me to look after his son." he wiped a tear from under his eye and continued on, shaking a bit, "Anyways, something must be done. I'm sure the Leiv'at forces can put up a good fight, but it sounds like they'll need reinforcements. I'll get Rorte from next door to send a carrier pigeon over to Celan castle in Allanoi... hopefully they'll be able to send over a regiment of soldiers, perhaps even a mage or two." The male elf nodded. "We will contact the high council of elves in Syv as soon as possible. After that we shall return, hopefully. If not, we'll send the best affordable help to keep an eye on the boy. I hope Stal was right about him." "What do you mean, 'right about him' ?" "Don't worry about it, it's not your concern right now. Your only concern is keeping Aidan safe, and alive." the female stood up from a chair in the corner of the room. "Regardless, we must leave if we are to arrive at Syv in time. We WILL be back, so don't fear. Until then, keep this." she dug into her waist pouch and produced a small, round emerald. "This should help protect you if the demons should happen to make it all the way here. It'll activate when it's needed." Dutas nodded and the elves left. Perla returned from the guest room and waved. The pair embraced momentarily and then went to check up on Aidan. Within a few moments the lad woke up, rubbing his forehead. He looked around, obviously unfamiliar with his surroundings. "Where... where am I?" BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!"

The moogle-mage known as Popku took his travelling pack off his small shoulders and set it down in the courtyard for a minute. He liked the sound of a staff that could bring someone riches- there was nothing wrong with being rich. He looked around to see many other eager faces, and wondered if perhaps he'd see his old friend Wyvern, whom he knew couldn't resist such a chance if he knew about it. OOC: Ok, so maybe that's a blatant invite, but I think it'd be good to see another story going, and the more people involved, the merrier ^.^