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ImEarly's Choose Your Own Adventure Is Back

POSTED BY: IMEARLY
UPDATED: Wednesday, December 28, 2005 03:06
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005 5:02 PM

IMEARLY



Okay, it's been a long while since I've made one of these and it seems that my third adventure has somehow dissapeared from the database...

here are those I could find.

First
http://www.fireflyfans.net/showblog.asp?b=1393

Second
http://www.fireflyfans.net/showblog.asp?b=1400

Fourth
http://www.fireflyfans.net/showblog.asp?b=1484

Fifth
http://www.fireflyfans.net/showblog.asp?b=1537

Which ever choice is picked the most, I will write.

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ImEarly was unsure of his decision, but knew that his best interest was well away from the authoritative Odeon. He looked about the newly placid field, and found no artifact to comfort him. Any direction seemed as good as another, save that of the route the wyvern riders took flight.
“Where is this council?” He asked Odeon.
Odeon pointed with one of his mammoth paws toward the north western horizon.
“Not far from here, closer then the city to those who know the correct way.”

ImEarly shifted in his… boots? Where had his tennis shoes gone? For the first time in hours he had a moment to look over himself. He wore a dark tunic and long thick pants. They felt like the thick blue jeans that his father had given him to wear at the plant. The kind that protects the skin from potential heavy metal or liquid oxygen leaks. Only these were wet with sweat, he hoped only sweat, and slid eerily across his skin.
Odeon was watching ImEarly’s confusion with a measure of satisfaction, not that he knew why he was befuddled, he was simply happy to see him squirm.

“What’s wrong with you boy? We’re all waiting for a decision.”
Still inspecting himself, ImEarly began to feel the eyes of the horsemen upon him.
“I’ll go and seek this advice. I’m not sure what it will help, but any direction would be appreciated.”
Dagon guided his horse closer. “I’ll go with him.” He said to Odeon.
“You will not!” barked Odeon
“Two of your men must accompany him to the council. I’m the only one who has been there.”
“You have little experience whelp, and you’ve been there only once.”

Dagon tried to contain the fury boiling within him. “Being there once is more then none, and as you have already said it’s closer then the city to those who know the correct way.”
Odeon raised his right hand to his mouth and let loose a quick and piercing whistle. From the throng of horsemen a single horse came forth. It was Odeon’s. He mounted it with agile precision and looked to his company behind him.
“Gilrod, ride with them?”

A rider came out of formation, Gilrod was unique among the other riders, his clothing was not tattered and he wore no armor, he did not wield a sword on his side as did the others, instead he had two long, thin hilts exposed just over his back, they crossed at his neck and appeared to grow from his head like horns. He also did not look like the others, his skin was slightly darker and to ImEarly he looked like someone whose parents were both Asian and Russian.
The poem by Coleridge came to mind; In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, A stately pleasure-dome decree…

His thoughts were interrupted as Odeon guided his horse around, and without a word he and the horsemen resumed their ride to Herothgard.
Gilrod guided his horse beside ImEarly. “Upon your beast sorcerer, we must ride swiftly.”
ImEarly mounted his horse without a word, and watched as Odeon and the horsemen continued their journey.
“What is the message?” He asked Dagon.
Dagon stared into ImEarly with sad eyes. His voice was caught in his throat, and he was unable to reply.
“The Gigan have returned.” Gilrod answered.
“What are the Gigan?”
“When he is ready, he will tell you. For now we must ride.”

Silently Dagon led the two men north. They rode swift, yet watchful of any surprises. As the hours passed, the clouds that had dominated the sky gave way to the most radiant and beautiful stars ImEarly had ever seen. He studied them carefully but could make no recognizable pattern from them. Where as the Big Dipper, Polaris, Orion or Cassiopeia? He was feeling lost again, alien. He thought of his home and of his plight, who was this Thais person he was seeking? How can someone of this world help him get to his own?
He turned to Dagon.
“Have you every heard of someone by the name of Thais?”
Dagon was lost in his own reverie, and was startled by ImEarly’s question.
“I have no idea. Who is he?”
“Just someone I’m looking for, I was told he could help me find my home.”
“And where is your home?” Gilrod asked.
“A place called Tampa.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“…Didn’t think you would.”

They rode on for another hour or so when the sun began to rise. A lush wood had materialized out of the night to the east, it was several miles away and the morning mist shrouded its mystery with a phantoms glow.

“We’re here.” Dagon said as he slowed his horse.

They halted, and allowed their horses to drink at a shallow pond. To ImEarly’s untrained eye there was nothing anywhere, the pond, grass and untilled plain was all he could see. Gilrod excused himself. It had been an entire night without stopping. ImEarly also excused himself and emptied his aching bladder. When he returned Gilroy and Dagon were tending to their horses.

“Where are we? I don’t see anything.” ImEarly asked.
Dagon turned to ImEarly. “The Watchers live beneath the earth my friend, we will meet with them soon enough.”

Gilrod stepped toward ImEarly. “Tell me Sorcerer, what happens to the Cruxborn when they die an irate death? Do they become Kobolds like the rest of us? Or do you come back as something else? Perhaps you become something more powerful, more sinister.”

“I know nothing of the Cruxborn, or of Kobolds Gilroy. Maybe you should try and relax a moment.”
“Not until I know your purpose.” Gilroy reached over his back and drew both of his swords. They were beautiful, each sword held two razor-like blades separated by a gap in the middle. He joined the two swords together at the hilt to form a massive razor sword… perhaps a razor staff would be more accurate.
Gilroy spun the weapon at its center. He looked like a miniature windmill.
Dagon had stepped back, his hand reaching for his sword, ImEarly stood dumbfounded.

“Do you think you could put your swords back in your scabbards Gilroy? We can talk about this.”
Gilroy smiled. “Your magic is useless within the Watchers domain Sorcerer, draw or die.”
ImEarly knew swordsmanship from theory and sparring, which essentially meant that he was no real swordsman. This man before him had seen some blood. He knew that if he drew his sword he would have to fight, but did he want to take a chance on not. What if words, just weren’t enough here?

ImEarly VS. Gilroy

ImEarly And Reason VS. Gilroy


To be continued January 4th





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Tuesday, December 27, 2005 5:21 PM

CALLMEATH


Glad it's back, IAmEarly! I was wondering what happened to it.

I say Reason. Story Iamearly is no swordsman.

"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005 5:23 PM

ISIS1


Naturally, I think you should fight.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005 3:06 AM

IMEARLY


Thanks, you're one of the few that has been with me every step of the adventure.




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