The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbinger of Darkness

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This is Thread 52 of the adventures of the Sereni-Tree!

For “The Guide to the Clubhouse / Treehouse / Sereni-Tree Threads”, telling our story and providing links to all such threads:
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=11877


Early in this next link is the very long post containing “TheRealMe’s Guide to the Sereni-Tree, V6”. This post is a description of the ship and crew, the latter of which is out of date.
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=20521


The latest, updated crew list is early in this thread:
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=22611


Following is a summary of our previous thread, located at:
http://fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=23106

The Sereni-Tree has come to the planet Zanzibar, which was colonized long ago by SCA enthusiasts, fantasy role-players, and new age mystics in an attempt to live with only a Renaissance Faire level of technology – with magic! (Huzzah for the Zanzibarbarians!). They breeded some giant, firebreathing space chickens to use as mounts instead of horses. For some reason, the Sereni-Tree crew had been curious about these creatures and wanted to get one.

It seems that a small group of evil, bickering, Immortal magicians, each wearing a different color, has taken over the planet. They use magic to warp and change life and souls. Their latest project is something really, really, REALLY bad. These Immortals are opposed by the heroic Knights of the Octagon, who have a secret hidden magically warded castle carved out of a mountain. The full details on this history can be had on this thread, posted around September 12, 2006. Here one of the Knights of the Octagon, old Sir Devan, reveals these secrets to Wisp, including the Prophesy of the Dark Harbinger, which may include mention of our Sereni-Tree folk.

There is some subversive Alliance activity on this planet, and these agents are seen as techno-heretics. The Octagon looks upon them as tenuous allies since they also oppose the reign of the Immortals.

Meanwhile, the Sereni-Tree is in orbit under the temporary command of SimonWho. SimonWho has been asked by all the Brides to help them resurrect the late Bride1, who had been reaverized and slain long ago in a previous thread. Also, SimonWho’s Blue Box appeared in the Sereni-Tree common room and PsychicRiver stepped out, apparently having completed his visit to his own elsewhen.

So, what has happened on Zanzibar? Let’s see, Our Heroes climbed aboard the shuttle Admiral Nelson, departed the Sereni-Tree, and secretly landed on this planet. This crew included Cozen (with chaps and sniper rifle), Jadehand, Jake7 (who has the power to confuse chickens), LightMeDark (who has the power to speak to all animals), Mai (with a new tracking device in a necklace), Seryn, ScorpionRegent, his robot Snarky (playing appropriate music), TheRealMe, Wisp, XanderLHarris/Ash, and a bunch of robotic space chickens crafted by TheRealMe for use as mounts. Meanwhile, Seryn has made us period costumes though some (like Jake7’s) require slight modification due to modesty issues.

ScorpionRegent ended up in the dungeons of the local Baroness for crimes that he apparently committed the last time he was here, mostly thefts and crimes of the heart. Seryn also found her way to the castle, and bargained for his release. The Baroness wants them to fetch some item for her that she claims was stolen by another noble. SR thinks it might be some magical device of great power. A mercenary loyal to the Baroness is the half-human, half-chicken called “13” apparently created by an Immortal’s experiments. The robot Snarky’s whereabouts are unknown at this time, but it was last seen in the company of SR before his capture.

Wisp chased a monk armed with a machine gun and then encountered one of the Immortals, Alatariel the Lurker. Just before she was about to turn him into something unpleasant, he was rescued by Sir Devan of the Octagonal Order and taken to the Order’s hidden fortress. Devan relates a prophesy of something really bad coming, but also of a

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In the Throne Room of the Empress:

Alatariel strode into the great throne room, radiating false confidence. She was dressed in her finest gown of black velvet, a modest amount of silver jewelry dangling from her ears and from around her neck, her hair meticulously groomed by a host of her slave demons. She attempted to still the quivering in the depths of her soul. After all, what had she to fear? What harm could one Immortal truly deal to another?

She gulped, and put a pleasant smile upon her face. Arinda was a mentalist of the highest order. She had no need to harm one’s body. She could toy with one’s mind as she pleased, until it was something else entirely, even until nothing but the body remained!

The ceiling of the throne room seemed impossibly high. Illumination came from everywhere, and nowhere, to light her path. Great columns lined the way, interspersed with larger-than-life statues, all of one person, all of Arinda in her royal finery.

Upon a raised dias at the far end of the chamber was a massive throne made of gold, silver, and ivory, and littered with precious stones. In the throne a familiar figure sat regally, her arms resting comfortably at her side, her back straight, her head held level and motionless. She was dressed in a long, flowing lavender gown and cape of deepest violet, lined with ermine. A golden crown set with diamonds and amethysts rested upon her head, her long, dark hair carefully arranged to flow out from it and down over her shoulders like a cascade of a waterfall, framing her severe face. Her own eyes were closed, but all around her head floated the small silvery orbs that gave vision to her now. It was Arinda the Empress, Arinda of the Silver Eyes, Arinda the Violet.

When she reached the base of the dias, Alatariel bowed deeply, kneeled, and gazed upward. “Your Majesty, as I was summoned, I am here! Alatariel the Black is your faithful servant!”

“Damn!” Arinda muttered.

Alatariel began to tremble. “M-Majesty?”

Several of the silver eyes orbiting about Arinda’s head turned and focused upon Alatariel. But the Empress was clearly viewing some sight from a different location.

“That half-wit Kei! He called me a man again! And in front of newcomers! There will be all manner of confusion, now! I ask you, do I look like a man to you?”

A bead of sweat worked its way down the side of Alatariel’s face as her mind raced. The Empress had great power in Truthseeing. “Surely, Your Majesty, feminine beauty of your kind has rarely been seen in this world! I assure you, were you to enter a crowded room, I am certain that you would cause every head to turn!”

There! That was all true! Of course, Alatariel neglected to specify which DIRECTION the heads would turn.

“Yes, yes, you are so right, Ally. Still, that Kei!”

Seeing an opportunity to discredit her rival, Alatariel carefully ventured, “Kei? That young Knight of the Octagon? Wasn’t his capture part of the mission of Ouroborous and his snakes? Has Ouroborous… failed?”

“Yes,” Arinda snapped. “Just as part of YOUR mission was the capture of that techno-heretic! We can’t have these… these… ideas… spread among the commoners!”

“Yes, Majesty, of course. Unfortunately…”

“Unfortunately, you failed! Just as you have failed in other matters!”

Alatariel gulped again. “It is true, Your Majesty, that one of my hand-crafted chimeras escaped from the special lab…”

All of the silvery orbs snapped into focus upon Alatariel. Arinda’s face, eyes still closed, slowly turned toward her. “One escaped? What does it know? Is it dangerous?”

Alatariel silently cursed Ouroborous. He had not betrayed this embarrassing secret! He merely tricked her into revealing the secret herself! And to the Empress, no less! “Indeed, so, Majesty, but I deem it of little consequence. A semi-sentient at best. Please, put it out of your mind. If this is not the reason that I was summoned, then if it please Your Majesty, perhaps...”

“The Special Project. It is late.”

Alatari

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Wisp walked down the rows of debris viewing the corpses above him and the technology by his side. He wasnt paying much attention to the ships and such only the dead men swaying in the ceiling. The ropes and stains on the floor told him that theyd been fastened there as living traitors although now their skeletons only spoke of the punishment not their crime.

"can you take them down??" Wisp asked with a samaratins tear in his eye.

"I wish i could but the law dictates that they must hang for a century. I am sorry. I can have them moved to another room though."

"Thankyou I would be greatful" Wisp turned away from Sir Devan and returned his gaze to the men. The knight exited the room then returned a second later accompanied by two hobgoblin like creatures that clambered up the walls and dragged the bodies to a far corner of the room. Behind them came a ragtag bunch of people. A wizard, a blacksmith, an alchemist of some sorts and three very large burly chaps with strangley monsterish features.

"These are your team. If you require any more men dont hesitate to ask" Sir Devan bowed slightly and existed the room.

Wisp looked around the room now for the first time. There were several pieces of alliance hover tanks and troop transports some in better shapes than others. There were too alliance dropships but they were badly damaged and their engines were definatley unsalvagable. In the corner was a Behemoth tank in relativley good shape that would make a good starting point.

Wisp had three plans for the technology.
The first was an invetigation into the scientfic properties of magic and ways to defend against it.
The Second was a collection of small tanks ond the behemoth to combat the immortals.
The third was for Wisp alone, He had come up with the idea as soon as he had seen the A.I.E in the corner. An Armoured Infantry Exoskelton.


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Seryn pauses, right in the middle of their, ahem, activities, as a faint tingle pushes all the other thought out of her head.

"Um, SR? You know when you get that faint... no, make that strong, sense of forboding? Like the poop is about to hit it big time?"

"mmmrf?"

"I really think that it would be a great time to run around with a great big sign saying something like 'Whatever you are about to do DON'T DO IT!!!!!!!'"

*SR gives her a stern look, really really not caring two hoots either way*

"Oh never mind then... but I reserve the right to act like a big smug know-it-all when whoever is about to do something very stupid eventually does it"

*earns herself another (slightly strained) look from SR, and drops the subject, but is already practising the 'I told you so' dance.*






SR found himself in a terrible emotional dilemma, his entire being is focussed on Seryn and seeing to her "pleasure" and then she began to speak and suddenly he had to focus on her words. He didn't want to hear it, but it was his committed duty to listen. Her message was interesting, she had a point, though it seemed to be all intuition and speculation. He was about to do the dumb guy thing and dismiss her idea completely out of hand and yet he began to feel tingling sensation up his spine that screamed 'DANGER!!!!!!!!!' In on smooth action he spun Seryn around like a top and laid her flat upon the bed behind him, fell forward into a tumble, snatching up his cutlass and springing to his feet in front of the room's only door with his sword drawn.
The door burst open with great force and in strode a figure dressed all in armor to the sound of Aaron Copland's Fanfare for the Common Man.

"Snarky your timing leaves something to be desired, but you sure know how to make a entrance."



OOC: Seryn, I am hurt that you would think me unreceptive.

Sorry, I posted this last night on the previous thread. I must have been tired.

Scorpion Regent

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ooc - It's not that i think you unreceptive deary (no less than i would be in the same situation!) its just it wasn't that important, I simply needed to warn Simonwho and all about the 'I told you so'chorus that I will be unable to stop myself from singing when the S*** hitteth the fan.

Ah well.

IC -

*pulls her dress back into place, but leaves her hair delightfully mussed.*

"Snarky! Who fixed you? Last time i saw you you were kinda laying on one side and twitching."

Snarky turns to reply, but she can't hear anything over the extremely loud music.

*Ducks under SR's arm*

"Does he always need a soundtrack?"




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OoC: Trogdor the Burninator is the Project!? We're doomed....

IC:

Indeed, 13 had come into the world during troubled times.

It was bad enough that he'd lost his brethren to that black-robed woman, even worse that he'd been employed by a rather ruthless Baroness. Although neither of those could compare to being dismissed by one.

"You're firing me? After all of my dedication and reasonable fees?"

The Baroness sighed with unsheathed contempt, affixing her gaze on 13's beady, bewildered eyes.

"13, you simply don't have the edge, the qualities that we look for in our staff. You're unnecessarily polite, you're too kind to our prisoners, you have a very taxing diet..."

Cow.

"But I've served you long and well!"

She arched her eye. "Three months is long now?"

"It is when you're a professional soldier!" 13 blustered.

"And there is that. Your resume is hardly impressive. You call yourself a soldier, yet you have fought in no wars, never served anyone other than myself, and did nothing to stop that peculiar minstrel that arrived a short while ago. There is also the unsettling fact that I cannot find any proof of your existence prior to four months ago.

"Not to mention the smell."

Bitch.

13's fingers tightened on the grip of his longsword, knuckles whitening.

"Now go. You are, as of now, effectively dismissed."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

13 clawed nervously at the roaddust, scraping his talons against the dirt. He had never been fired before, and he wasn't quite sure where to find another job. He could always try to find that black-robed person, who would lead him to his brothers and sisters....

A strange smell interrupted the cross-breeds thoughts. A scent of darkness, hunger, and dead things well into rot...and, strangely, Dr. Pepper.

13 turned in the direction of the odd smell, and nearly screamed.

Four great beasts lurked before him, massive canines with bodies of shadow itself. The breath of the hounds stank of corpses and Dr. Pepper. They had no defined shape, instead twisting and warping, black flames curling from them. The air grew cold as the approached 13, and an orb of night seemed to generate around the creatures, blotting out the sun.

13 unsheathed his iron longsword and readied his shield, flicking the blade back and forth in what he hoped was a menacing pattern. A dry, rattling sound, like wind rushing through bones, echoed through the summoned night, and it was only several moments later 13 realized the monsters were laughing at him.

Two leapt at him, mouths opening impossibly wide, (likely due to their indefinite physical shape) gnashing at the birdman. 13 dropped to the ground, evading the monsters leaping attacks, simultaneously thrusting his sword into one of the thing's underbellies, having no effect.

As 13 leapt to his feet, he saw that he had been encircled by the four demonic hounds, each one rearing back to leap, jaws yawning open.

A gleaming, silver arrow pierced into the darkness, trailing daylight from its feathers, stabbing through a hound's head. The creature let out an unearthly howl, then dissipated in a burst of black and gray smoke.

Three more arrows lunged forward, each one hitting its mark. The shadow hounds were destroyed in a whirlwind of screams, and their darkness was lifted.

A black-haired, leather-armored knight came into view, gleaming shortbow slung across his back, leather quiver at his hip, and plucked each silver shaft from the earth. An octagon was sewn into the quiver.

"Name's Wil," he said. "Sir Wil, as it were. And you're 13."

"Actually, I'm only about sev-" 13's face brightened. "Oh, you mean my name."

"Yes," the archer said readily, as if talking to a child. "I think you oughta come with me."

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ooc - that Baroness is such a cow, remind me to bitchslap her at some point.



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Sir Kei’s eye widen with glee. “Ooooo chicken pot pie…. You really must come back for the evening meal! The chicken pot pie is exceptional!”

“Oh, I know not why Her Majesty dislikes me so.” Sir Kei answers with a shrug.

”Her Majesty? I thought you said His majesty earlier.” Jadehand asks puzzled.

“Were you to but lay eyes upon her countenance, you too would be pressed to tell the difference. She has never been accused of being a fair maiden.” Sir Kei says.

“I would suspect her dislike of me stems from my besting her Champion in a joust. To be fair to him, he did have a handicap.” Sir Kei shakes his head sadly. “It is hard to joust with ones opponents’ lance protruding from ones midsection. That was my good lance too.”


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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

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Alatariel the Lurker returned to her special lab after a grueling interview with the Empress. She kept herself busy analyzing her thoughts, looking for opinions or ideas that were obviously too correct, memories that were abnormally crystal-clear and vivid.

Those would have been the ones most recently implanted.

A half-chicken chimera brought the dark sorceress back to awareness as it bowed deeply and greeted Alatariel at the secret entrance. It clung tightly to the umbrella that was its badge of status. “Mistress! There is a problem!”

“Hello, Number Two,” Alatariel sighed. “What now?”

“It would be easiest to show you, Mistress, but there is another rebel.”

“ANOTHER ONE? Take me to it!”

The pair walked down a maze of twisty windy passages, all alike, until they arrived at a certain door. Number Two opened it. Beyond was a prison, containing a dozen cells with bars of strong iron.

Number Two was uneasy. “He just quit working on his assigned task. He said that he resigns, but he won’t tell us why.”

Alatariel considered the imprisoned half-chicken for a short time. “Very well, Number Six, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I am not a number! I am a free man!”

The sorceress scoffed. “You are clearly not a man. At best, you are half a man and half a chicken. As to your freedom… Heh.” She ran her fingers up and down one of the stout iron bars. “Well, I think not!”

The imprisoned half-chicken crossed his arms and stared back defiantly.

Alatariel mused a bit, mild concern showing in her face. “Hmmm… This is all rather inconvenient. I thought I could trust the even-numbered ones. I can only guess that I miscalculated somewhere on your formula. Perhaps there was the potential for some kind of creeping madness that I missed. Oh well, I suppose that I just have to scrap the lot of you and begin again.” Alatariel turned to leave the prison. “Perhaps I’ll cross humans with turkeys next. Or perhaps penguins! Yes, then they would be excellent swimmers…”

Number Two gulped as it watched Alatariel leave, then it slowly looked back at the prisoner.

Number Six smiled, and slowly drew his finger across his throat. “It is about time for a new Number Two, don’t you think?”

Number Two shivered, hugged its umbrella, and departed the prison.

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Snuggled where she is, with SR muse, Seryn clips Snarky round the head.

The music finally stops, and she does a very good impression of someone one who's fingers aren't nearly broken now.

"Ok, now that we are up, i'm sorry to say this, but i think we need to find the others and see whats happening. They all went to the pub to get drunk, so gods only know whats happening now.

*kisses SR* we can carry on with this later?"

she grins and starts to pull on her coat (a very pretty fur lined thing she finds in the cupboard)(ooc- ain't making up wardrobes fun?) And starts to comb and pin up her hair.

"Now if you remember what clothes are, you might want to put some on, its chilly out there"

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Originally posted by seryn:

"Now if you remember what clothes are, you might want to put some on, its chilly out there"

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"But what if I need to do some deep thinking? Besides the Baroness is expecting us to stick around. Very well, you take Snarky to town and find our friends you'll probably be safer with them anyways. The last thing either of us wants is for her to keep you and your potential progeny as hostages to enforce her will upon me. I'll stay here and find out about the McGuffin she wants to retreived. If she gets all paranoind and sends out soldiers to find you make for a enclave of free amazons, they will shelter you and I will send word of my situation through their network. The Knights of the Octagonal Order are honorable, but they have their own agenda so if you wind up with them you could become a pawn in their game of life. You had best take this."
SR pulls Seryn to him and gives her a powerful kiss of romantic intensity +3 with the combined force multiplier of the fact that he he is still sans clothes. Snarky chooses this moment to play some ditty from the movie Princess Bride.

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*places back of hand against forhead*

"wow, that intense mix of gamer geek-speak and movie soundtracks really took my breath away.


Ok, you stay here if you really must, and i think you're being a tad over dramatic. No one is going to kidnapp me, no one should know about spawn, so i'll be fine. You one the other hand have Baroness Bitchy to contend with, so Snarky stays with you, to cover your ass.

Though i think he'd prefer it if you got some pants to do that, spare him the job.

I'm going to head down to the village, follow the smell of beer to their location and remain irritatingly cryptic about your whereabouts, then i'll be back.

*pulls hood up, kisses him breathless, just to show him how its done, and heads for the door*

'sides, I think he's running low on good music now, i don't want him around when he starts playing the Grease sountrack. I love you, i'll see you soon.

But fer heaven sakes put some frickin pants on!"

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Hmm.

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ATCGATCTAGCTAGCTAGTTCGATGCATCGTAGCTAGCTAGCACATGCTAGCTAGCTAG
GCTAGCTAGTACGATGCTAGCTGATCGATGCTAGCTAGTCGGCGCGGCTATATCGATCA
GCTAGCTAGTCAGTCGATGCTAGFGTCGTAGCATCATG

Wait... go back a few...

Now there's a rogue.

*snip*

GTCGTAGCATCATGCAGTAGCTAGCTAGCTAGCTAGCATGCATTAGCGCGATATCGATG
ATGCATGCATCGTACGACGTAGCTGACTGATCGATGCTAGCTATATTACGGCACGCGAT

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OOC: ROFL!!!!

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I miss the simpler days. Hammocks, wine, womenfolk staring up kilts, men dressed as women. Sigh.

*Cowers in a corner, sipping on Oban, utterly fearful of SW's blue box.*

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A woman walked along the rooftops of the town, lightly hopping from one to the other as if she weighed less than a feather. She was very tall and very thin, almost a caricature of a normal human being. Everything about her was white: the simple gown which clung to her body, her short spiky hair, her skin, even her fingernails and toenails. The only color anywhere on her was in her eyes, which were red and glowing. As she moved, the air chilled about her and fog formed. She expelled frost from her mouth with each breath. Spots of ice were left in the footprints of her bare feet. Krysta the Whisperer, Krysta the Ice Queen, Krysta the White, had arrived. She was quietly trailing and observing the movements of Sir Wil and 13.

Suddenly, she stopped, turned, and gazed to her left.

There was another tall, thin figure among the rooftops. A man dressed all in green floated up to her side. He held snakes in his hands, and cradled a staff in the crook of his elbow. It was Ouroborous the Green. “Greetings, lovely Krysta, my dear! And welcome!”

Krysta raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side. Her mouth moved almost imperceptibly.

He shook his head. “No, Sir Kei is occupied. My snakes have seen to it that our plans here will not be disturbed. I take it that you had no problem luring Sir Wil to the chicken-man? Heh! I knew that odd little creature would be useful back when I first helped it escape from Alatariel’s lab!”

Krysta’s mouth moved again, and she shrugged.

“Excellent, my dear. And I must congratulate you on those Shadow Hound replicas. Even Karg the Bloody would not be able to tell them from his very own!”

Krysta’s features grew harsh, and her mouth moved again.

“Traitors?” He grinned. “No, my dear, we are not traitors! Why, we are soon to be Heroes of the Empire! We will follow Sir Wil to find the secret lair of the Octagonal Order, destroy it utterly, and, shockingly, find one of Alatariel’s vile chicken-man spawn in their clutches! Alatariel will be the one exposed to the Empress as a traitor, or at least a fool, thanks to our careful plan. With an additional witness as truthful, honest, and pliable as Magnus the Gold, what have we to fear?”

Krysta crossed her arms and frowned. She pursed her lips, then they moved again.

“Yes, I know that Alatariel is your sister. What of it? She is in our way. My dear, it is a little late for you to get… heh… cold feet.” He laughed some more at his little joke.

Krysta’s red eyes narrowed. Her mouth moved again, more rapidly than before. She even gestured.

“Goodness! Such language!” Ouroboros chucked again. “Come, we mustn’t lose them! Are you ready to signal Magnus?”

The pair of Immortals continued to follow their prey, never noticing that they were themselves being followed by a small, floating, silvery eye.

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Originally posted by cozen:
I miss the simpler days. Hammocks, wine, womenfolk staring up kilts, men dressed as women. Sigh.

*Cowers in a corner, sipping on Oban, utterly fearful of SW's blue box.*

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Sheesh, Cozen! If you feel that way, then why didn't we see more of you during the multiple threads of the Second Gala Pageant?

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Originally posted by seryn:
ooc - I simply needed to warn Simonwho and all about the 'I told you so'chorus that I will be unable to stop myself from singing when the S*** hitteth the fan.

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OOC - Actually, Seryn, since there was nothing much going on up on the Sereni-Tree, I decided to give SimonWho and the rest of them something to do. Besides, the list of Brides has long been incomplete. Bride1 was the first of the Brides to have any sort of personality or individuality. She was patterned after The Bride in "Kill Bill", which was out on DVD around the time the Brides first appeared.

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I'm resurrecting someone from the dead as busy work? Blimey.

GTACGTAGCTAGCTAGCTAGCTAGTCAGTGCTAGCTAGKWLEKRNWERQWERNQWER!"£$!"£$!&

Okay, this is a really bad patch.

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ooc - you're missing my meaning, It's very good plot line, I'm not sure i'm liking the sound of Bride 1, but i'm sure she's lovely, and it means that Simonwho gets to type all these fantatsic genetics jokes, and it going to be bloomin interesting (which is more than i can say about my ideas for plot lines, seeing as they died a death when you all went to the pub) All in all, it's great!

But that doean't mean i won't be standing there taking great delight in saying 'I told you so!' when it all goes horribly and entertainingly wrong.

Ok?

ic -

Seryn makes her way into the centre of the village, trying to do as she said she would and follow the smell of beer, but all she can smell is frost, despite the fact that the morning chill has burned off into a clear warm sunny day.

Oh, theres goes the Spidey sense again.

she starts to hurry, still looking for a likely taverny-looking building.

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Wisp found his work laborious and slow going. His team of Helpers were generous and eager to please but they required constant supervision. Wisp could only use them on basic tasks while he was intermitently doing something complicated. He had the wizard practising magic in a measuring orb hed invented to test the constructive+/destructive effects on the laws of physics and that was going well. But his tanks werent.

The physical appearance of them was done but the circuitry inside needed work. Also he had planned to run the smaller tanks by remote from the Behemoth but hadnt even started on that system.

Wisp was running back and forth directing, experimenting, and generally multi-tasking like a madman. It didnt take long for exhaustion to set in as he tripped over a loose cable he hadnt seen and was knocked unconsious on the floor. The group crowded round and eventually came up with a plan.

When Wisp awoke he felt very strange and a little separated. He wasnt quite where hewas. He spoke just as two other people spoke the same words in perfect stereo.

The wizard stepped into the fray beckoning for them to remain calm

"Wisp you have been magically cloned for 24 hours this will feel very strange at first but you must move past it"

In unison the three voices said: "TOTALLY AWESOME DUDE!!"


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OOC: Well, to be honest, I never particularly wanted Needleseye to eat Bride1 in the first place, though I admit that it was a surprising plot twist! So I see SimonWho as providing a public service. Otherwise, we must begin our list of Brides with Bride2!

But I see your point, Seryn, and we WILL have to explain to Bride1 how we lost her special magical katana. But all in all, there are MUCH more dangerous beings that we could bring back to life.

The FemaleReaver, for instance.

Or CallMeChucky, the Baby3000.

Hmmmm....

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ooc - no! no no no no no! you are not bringing that horrid thing back! It freaks me out. Its worse than the dancing baby in Ally McBeal.

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OOC: Hmmmm... and if I recall correctly, I handed off the broken pieces of the Baby3000 for the Yeti Hewitt to guard while I turned to deal with some other pressing crisis. That was the time of great peril, you remember. I intended to recover the pieces from Hewitt to destroy permanently, but just now it slips my mind if I ever got around to it. Seems like more peril might have surfaced, suddenly. Hewitt might still be playing with the Baby3000 bits after all this time.

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OOC: Well, humorous peril can be just as much fun as "real" peril...

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*Serenity, with Sera in tow, walked into the infirmary, a tea tray in hand.*

Hello Dr. Whom! Just thought you could use a bit of a break. You've been working very hard on resurrecting Bride1.

How's that going?

And look! Freshly baked scones!

Well, enjoy! I'm off to find that husband of mine, I think he's hiding in the Security Office.

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OOC:

Hi,

I've been messaged about some details of the Zanzibar situation. In short, I am afraid that I have no particular Master Plan, other than eventually releasing the Dark Harbinger, probably toward the end of this thread. Anybody can feel free to add their plot lines or characters. Oh, and I do not see the Octagonal Order's secret keep being destroyed so soon by Ouroborous and Krysta.

Let's see, there are exactly eight Immortals, listed on the previous thread. I have characterized some of them, but I do not mind at all if someone would like to take on any of the rest.

Immortals unused so far are:

Karg the Bloody (or the Red), who I pictured as a hulking male knight completely covered with armor and whose spells enhance his personal combat abilities or help him control massed armies. The biker chief Humongus of "Road Warrior" would not be a bad model for him.

Adelle the Burner (or the Orange), a regal woman slight of build but who wields terrifying fire spells with no mercy.

Zorander the Storm Caller (the Blue) who has powers of air, wind, and storm. He has a particular grudge against Sir Devan of the Octagonal Order, who attempted to kill him once.

Magnus the Maker (or the Gold), a pudgy fellow who spends all his time making fabulous magical items used by the others, and who is rather truthful and more trusting than he should be (according to Ourobouros).

Each of the Immortals has his or her own agenda, and they act together only when it suits their current plans. Backstabbing and sniping are common. Of course, they cannot be killed in any conventional way.

Also, there are, at most, eight Knights of the Octagon. You see, when they all get together they meet around this big eight-sided table. It is possible that they are not at full strength, due to recent battles. They are supposed to be powerful warriors and powerful magicians.

The Knights revealed so far are: Sir Devan, an older Obi-wan Kenobi style mentor; Sir Kei, who seems to be a brawny young man who slays monsters with ease, but who is unburdened by great intellect; and Sir Wil, who seems to be of slighter build and an expert archer. Other Knights could be introduced. Note that women Knights of the Order could certainly exist.

EDIT: As time passes, I will probably develop at least the rest of the Immortals if nobody else does. They will probably all be around for the big final conflict, whatever that may be.

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Adelle stood on her balcony looking out over the valley. Adrianas Fortified Palace Dominated the landscape in the distance as a constant reminder of her tyrany. Adelle's robe drifted in the breeze with the layers of crimson, red, orange and yellow blurring together giving her the impression of a flaming dress. The effect was enhanced by Her deep red hair against her pale skin.

She despised the infighting of her kindred. Constantly Bickering over pointless material things like land and treasure. To an Immortal eternity was too vast to be concerned with physical matters all that mattered was passion and emotion. The bodies of the people below her withered and died but their spirit will live forever in their deeds.

She turned away from the edge and stepped inside. Her palace was a dormant volcano unlike the obsidian monstrosity's and crystal domains of her counterparts. Her doorway was a waterfall of magma which parted as she approached. The interior was a bare stone area overlooking and surrounding the magma chamber. The lid of the volcano was capped but the interior bubbled like a sun, The heat would have far surpassed a mortal beings tollerance.

A phoenix followed her inside and perched against the wall on her right. Throughout the dome many others could be seen flying iddly around.

"Hello" Her Voice was husky and empowered "What news do you bring me" The Bird flapped its wings up creating an image of sparks and fire depicting the Tree folk in the tavern, Wisp adventure with the monk and Seryns hunt for SR. It also showed Ouroborous and Krysta plotting together.


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Finally awaking Mai makes her way downstairs for breakfast.

Hi everyone! What's going... EWWWWWWWWW!

*Scurries back upstairs upon seeing the snake entrails scattered through the dining area

I don't think this bodes well for the rest of the mission here. I knew I should have stayed on the ship.

*gets a really clever idea

Begins clicking the heels of her combat boots together. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."

*POOF!

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*arrives at the pub just in time to see Mai disappear.*

"It can't be that bad surely?"

*looks down at the spilled food, snake entrails and at the guys*

"Oh, it is that bad... Ok, girls, if there are any left *peers into the smoky gloom* I passed a great market on the way here, lets say we try some shopping - the perilesss sort - while they get cleaned up in here"



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As the sparks showed Seryn entering the Inn Adelle swung her hand threw the image scattering it across the room. The Bird obviously shocked by this flew away over the volcanos edge.

"The FOOLS!!!!" She shouted into the chasm. "They are more involved with their petty games than an actual problem"

She thrust her arm towards the lava beneath her and uttered a spell of an ancient dead language. From the fiery depths a column of magma arose carrying a staff at its peak. The staff was made of A crimson metal with a dull shine. At the tip it split into four and encircled a ball of flame burning under no fuel. The Tower reached her height and she took the staff angryly her eyes reflecting the inferno before her.

Thrusting the staff over the abyss and chanting more in her dead tounge the fire beneath her began to gurgle and spout. Flares rose to the roof of the cage raining there firey payload back into the magma chamber. Eventually three distinct shapes rose out of the red pool. They were three islands each bareing a small dragon complete with rider made of pure fire. The creatures awoke and began to roar about the chamber.

Adelle cracked her staff against the rock silencing the beasts. "There are plans afoot that must be quelled. The strangers must be occupied so the others cannot use them for their wicked ways. HOWEVER do not kill them. They may be of use"

The three dragons took off through the opening flying over her head into the valley below.


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*Serenity heads up to the Security Office to find Soul sleep...working very hard.*

Hello love! *she says, kissing him.*

I need you to watch Sera for a bit. I need to do some fertilizing in my garden.

Here's her diaper bag, some toys, her blanket..oh, and Toki *she says, as the little pink bunny hops off her shoulder and curls up next to the infant.* She just ate so she should be okay for a couple of hours.

Have fun with daddy, my little dove! *She kisses them both on the forehead, gives Toki a little chin-scratch, and heads to her garden.*

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"So, who're the Immortals again?"

Wil sighed for the seventh time during the half-hour walk. This chicken-manboy was impossible.

"There's eight or so, and they're very bad, and they want us dead."

"Who's us?"

"The Knights of the Octagon!" Wil nearly screamed. He'd mentioned the name at least six times previously.

13's eyes brightened. "You mean like Chuck Liddell and Randy Coutoure and Hoyce Gracy?"

"Yes. That's exactly who I mean."

13 smiled brightly, growing anxious with the knowledge that he would meet the great Hoyce Gracy.

Wil stopped, saying rather loudly "Well, here we are. The very well hidden and secret fortress of the Octa-"

His words were interrupted by an enormous bearpaw swatting him from the ground like some easily swatted thing. Similes didn't seem to be so important at the time.

13's jaw dropped as he craned his neck to see the bear's face, which was happily drooling. 13 noticed that the drool was crawling with tiny grubs.

13 drew his sword, although he felt it would be rather useless, dashing forward, and plunged the blade into the beast's leg.

It didn't seem terribly bothered, and only payed attention when two of Wil's arrows were suddenly sprouting from it's eyes. Apparently the archer had recovered. The beast collapsed, giving rise to dust and maggoty blood.

"Yes, I realize I summoned a diseased bear, dear Krysta. I only thought that it would aid in our strategy."

That voice sounded familiar to 13 somehow. A voice of his past, which was virtually his present, and not too far behind his future.

Silence, then, "It would've caused them to be frightened of...disease...and...plague...? Yes, that's it exactly. They would run in fear of catching it." An orange robed man descended, supported by several freakishly huge herons. And one sickly looking parrot.

"They are, after all, only human." He hesitated. "Well, for the most part."

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Ouroborous the Green smiled as he began another spell. Snakes slithered up and down his arms as he did so.

Krysta the White looked this way and that. Could this REALLY be the secret door to the hidden castle of the Octagonal Order? Or had she just walked into a trap?

Below them, Sir Wil and the chicken-man called 13 stared up at them. A flicker of a smile came across Sir Wil's face...

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"Oh, it is that bad... Ok, girls, if there are any left *peers into the smoky gloom* I passed a great market on the way here, lets say we try some shopping - the perilesss sort - while they get cleaned up in here"

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SR arrives several hours later, at the pub, to discover that Seryn is infact not there.

"Hmm, she must be shopping, well I best be looking for her then, but not with this powerful thirst impairing my efficiency."

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Having browsed around the pretty little knick knacks, coo-ed over the nice fabrics and raised an eyeborw at the slightly cheesy reproduction armour and weaponry, actively avoides the guy dressed in green velvet holding a bow and appraised all the corset sellers, she eventually finds what she;s looking for.

Bowing low to get through the door she finds herself in a small dingy smelly little room, and smiles broadly at the person, non-gender specific from what she can see, sitting behind a grimy counter. Chewing on something.


Less than a hour later, she's back at the inn, having given SR just enough time to sit down and look like he's been there for hours getting slowly sozzled.

Ordering herself some lunch and a glass of milk, she sit down and gives him a brief hug.

"Ok, I found what i was looking for, i now have marvellous things to help ease backpain and retaining and stop stretchmarks and soothe poor little overworked feet. Its been a productive day!

But do you still have that really bad sense of forboding?"

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As if on cue, a villager bursts into the inn, panic written on his face. "Dragon riders! Dragon riders are attacking the village!"

While Seryn and ScorpionRegent react to this news, in the back room Sir Kei sighs. "You'll have to excuse me for a moment," he tells his new friends TheRealMe, Jadehand, Jake7, and the rest.

As he gets up to go, TheRealMe turns to Jake7. "Huh. I wonder if these things count as chickens? Could you confuse them?"

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Well, if they're chickens, yes. If they're part chicken, well, it's hard to say, but I'll give it a shot.

I do have my remote with me, so everyone who wants to, stay close to me so the force field will encapsulate us all. At least we can be protected while I check to see if my confusion powers work. No sense in getting in harm's way when we don't have to!

**With that, Jake7 and the gang go outside to see what's going on. Once outside, she checks to see who's around her (OOC: I'm not naming names in case one of you doesn't feel like being in the field).**

Get in close guys!

**As the group settles in, she activates the protective force field and they all stare down the street**

Uh, TRM? What do you make of that?

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As if on cue, a villager bursts into the inn, panic written on his face. "Dragon riders! Dragon riders are attacking the village!"

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At this time Snarky chooses to start playing the opening bars of Mars Bringer of War by Gustav Holst. SR gently cuffs him on the back of the helmet and Snarky goes reluctantly silent.

"Well let's go see what they want to drink shall we?" says SR as he stands on slightly wobbly feet. As he advances toward the door his stride becomes more sure with every step.

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The three Wisps had worked all night and had finished all of the tanks. The A.I.E was finished and gunned out the Behemoth was a rolling fortress and the smaller tanks were all wired up and ready for battle. They were all crowded round a selction of screens and blackboards discussing big words and building wierd devices. The Magical team were sat around talking and A Wisp would occasionally ask the Mage to do something magical while the others held equipment.

The group were slightly afraid of the devices as the technology was mind boggling and had always been evil. They werent at all phased by the fact that there were three of them though.

Sir Devan entered the room and was surprised at their progress over the past day. Inside he felt strange to be putting so much faith and hope into something he didnt understand. When they saw hime the three Wisps beckoned him over to theyre screens.

"You have been busy"

"We know and weve just made a big breakthrough" The Wisp in the middle said in a pace quick with excitment "We know the answer"

"To what??" Devan replied

"Magic"

Devans face was struck with a kind of horror as a strange man with a mysterious apperance could have answered a fundamental constant.

"Ok heres the thing. On this planet there is a type of wave/particle which IS magic. Its formed by the decay of a very rare isotope that is abundant in your sun."

The next Wisp took over "This Wave/particle isnt enough for people to use magic which is why I cant and other people cant"

"Its all in the genes!!" The third Wisp added quickly. With a huge grin.

"Guidan [the wizard] here and you and anyone who can use magic has an extra chromosome. This produces proteins, enzymes, chemicals, even neural structures that are affected by these magic and react accordingly. For example When Guidan creates fire he secretes 2 chemicals from his hands which react exothermically. When he levitates an object a structure in his brain harnesses the magically waves and use them to alter the physics around the object."

"Weve identified certain charicteristics in these mutations. Power, Control and Specificity. Power is the strength of the harnessing of the waves. You will have more power than Guidan and The immortals have more/= power to you. Control is very important. Some people have the correct genes for magic but they arent expressed. And some are expressed wildly. Ergo some lower level mages with treatment could become high level ones. And equally some high level ones could be reduced by chemical agents. Finally specificity is the proteins you have. For example we Guidan doesnt have the protein for somethings that the immortals do and neither have you so perhaps with a retroviral sample of their DNA we could make you have theyre powers"

Sir Devan didnt understand the words tehy used but understood the principle in their emotion that they had weapons or ideas of them. This Was what he needed to defeat the immortals.

"We have one last thing" They unveiled a long cylinder device covered in wires pipes and switches. "This device collects and re-emits magic waves over a broadband of frequencies and wavelengths. This will block the effects of all the natural magic from your sun. Your natural waves are inbuilt into the physiology of everyone on this planet. This device will kill them."

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The dragon riders flew down to the valley and began to circle and swoop into the cottages and such. There were three main towns each with a collection of villages. Each dragon took an individual town and began to terrorise it. The summoning of these beasts took a lot of power and they couldnt exist outside of the lava for long, so they tried to cause maximum damage in minimum time. The Inn of the Sereni-tree-ers was in an outlying village of the central town and a dragon took extra care to burn it down when Sir kei steps outside.

OOC- do you know how long it took me to invent a scientific explanation for magic???


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Seryn decides to remain in the inn.

Thats right, she stays put. and out of danger.

She feels she's grown as a person. Instead she watches from the dooor way, then starts marshalling the inn staff into turning the inns sturdy stone cellars into a safe spot and HQ, just incase it all goes hideously wrong. Somehow.




(ooc - but doesn't finding a scientific explaination for it kind of ruin everything? Isn;'t the great thing about magic the fact that its seemingly magical?)


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Sir Kei pushes his chair back and stand up, raises his arms parallel to the floor and looks up to the roof.

Ruby’s eyes widen in dismay. “NO Kei!! Not...” She trails off as little bits of metal enter the building, making little holes, and start spinning around Sir Kei. Shortly he is obscured by the tempest. The wind eventually dies downs and Sir Kei stands dressed in his armour.

“...inside.” Ruby finishes in a small voice, surveying the damage around her.

“You know magic??” TRM asks incredulously.

“Tis but a small trick, and the only one I know. Tis handy when there is no phone booth to be found. I once again find myself apologizing for interrupting your meal. Now if you’ll please duck your head.”

A whistling sound fills the air and TRM obligingly ducks as a huge broadsword, in its scabbard, crashes through a much repaired window. Sir Kei catches it effortlessly.

“Many thanks, kind sir. Now if you’ll excuse me...” Sir Kei walks out the front door of the inn.

A large fireball catches him square in the chest throwing him backwards splintering the front door of the inn in his momentum. Sir Kei skids backward across the floor scattering tables in his wake until he comes to rest against the back wall. He sits slumped, smoke rising from his armour.

“Sir Kei?” Seryn asks.

“You know...” All are surprised when he speaks, or more that he is able to. “There are but a few things in this world worth cherishing.”

“The warm embrace of a woman,” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively at Ruby, who groans loudly and rolls her eyes “Sharing good food and drink with fine folk,” He bows grandly to his new found friends “And clean armour.”

Sir Kei storms out the front door again. The broadsword sings as it clears his scabbard. “First my good lance and now my good armour?!? Prepare to pay fell dragon!!”


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"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

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*appears back on the ship (finally!) I mean really for magical shoes the travel time is just ridiculous.

Wonder what everyone's up to?

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Well, if they're chickens, yes. If they're part chicken, well, it's hard to say, but I'll give it a shot.

I do have my remote with me, so everyone who wants to, stay close to me so the force field will encapsulate us all. At least we can be protected while I check to see if my confusion powers work. No sense in getting in harm's way when we don't have to!

**With that, Jake7 and the gang go outside to see what's going on. Once outside, she checks to see who's around her (OOC: I'm not naming names in case one of you doesn't feel like being in the field).**

Get in close guys!

**As the group settles in, she activates the protective force field and they all stare down the street**

Uh, TRM? What do you make of that?

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Standing next to Jake7, TheRealMe whistles. "Lava dragons? Never heard of them. And lava riders? Weird. Look, one is coming in for a run at us. Okay, CONFUSE!"

It so happens that TheRealMe has no idea how Jake7's chicken confusing power works, if it is an aura around her or if she must activate it somehow...

The lava dragon slams directly into Jake7's force field, slumping down to the ground and shaking its head. Then it hops up and takes to the air again.

TheRealMe turns to his companion. "Jake7, did you confuse it, or did it slam into your force field because it is just stupid?"

From the inn, Sir Kei looks to have recovered his footing and is approaching again.


OOC: Whew! I'm glad that Mai has turned up on the ship again. I was thinking that we needed to start Mai-Quest 3!


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OOC: I never said what ship I showed up on. I just wanted to play with the magical shoes. You would have thought I'd learned my lesson from the magical wish granting planks.
Also, much with the brain fry-age at the moment so I haven't decided weather I've made it home safely or not.

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*is mightily impressed that Sir Kai managed to get up on his feet again in full armour*

"Oh!" she remebers something she bought for SR, waits fro the dragons to regroup then runs out and ties a small bag of stinky herbs around his neck "It probably won't work, but it doesn't hurt to have them anyway. " she retreats back to the inn and continues preparing the cellers.

"Ruby, i'm terribly sorry to ask this, but could we possibly smash something up, soak it threough with water and secure it on top of the trap door? it might stop them burning through quickly...."

Ruby just about manages to not, and Seryn pours her a strong gin while the barmaids start gleefully smashing some furniture to bits.

"We can pay you back for it i promise"

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TheRealMe turns to his companion.
"Jake7, did you confuse it, or did it slam into your force field because it is just stupid?"

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**Jake7, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes at the spectacle of the dragon slamming into the force field, turns to TRM**

It's just that stupid! Though, it *is* hard to see this shield. These dragons must be color blind and can't see the light transparent blue of the shield.

**A lightbulb goes on over jake7's head**

Hey! I wonder if the color has to be transparent, of if just this color will make us hard to see?

What do you guys think? Is it worth a shot? If not, we still have my protective shield to use in the meantime, but I don't want to run the batteries down again like that one time!

**Meanwhile, the dragon has taken another whack to the head from trying to get past the force field and is standing up, but quite wobbly on its feet.**

Well, time to see if this thing is part chicken or not...

**jake7 takes a deep breath and begins clucking like a chicken. The wobbly dragon stares at the group and tries getting through the force field again. This time, he knocks himself out cold.**

Well, not sure if I confused it or what. But, hey, it's out cold so we should do something with him before he awakens!

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Home at last!

*walks through the ship and notices everyone busy at work on the... wm whatever that is there busy at work on. looks scary.

Guess I'll go in search of something to eat. All that sleeping made me famished.

*On the wrist com: Hey Serenity! I'm home. I need baby time! Need a sitter?

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MAI! Hey! Good to have you back! What's going on planetside?

I'm sure Soul would not mind being relieved of babysitting duties. He's still squeamish about changing diapers.

Did you happen to get any shoe shopping in while you were down there?

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*JadeHand looks about at the scene.*

"What exactly does one do with an unconscience Lava Dragon? Are we capturing Lava Dragons now, or do we put it out of the towns misery? And Where's the rider?"

*An impact against the field behind them answers his last question. He turns to see the rider launching attacks against the group in the street. He looks down at the Cutlass on his hip, then across the distance between him and the rider as the rider continues to bounce attacks off of the field from the distance.*

"This will never do."

*JadeHand reaches into his bag and pulls out a pad and begins to scribble.*









"But you sleep like a ghost with me
It's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad
Roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness
My opium den
Come to my madness
Make sense of it again."
Goodbye to all that. III-The Opium Den (Brave)-Marillion
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what scant preparations can be made completed, Seryn returns to watch the goings on through the new armour shaped holes in the walls.

Its not going well...

Running for her things she grabs her longbow from her bag and tries to fire the arrows through the chinks, but soon finds her tummy is really getting in the way.

Searching the room, she spots a crossbow on the wall.

It takes two feet and all her body weight to load a bolt. But the result when she eventually manages to fire it is spectacular.

"phew baby...!"


The dragon made a bizarre squawking noise, quite like an amplified pig upon seeing the interestingly shaped instruments.
instantly it started trying to remove the bolt, eventually landing to try and chew it off, like a dog with bad itch, and dropped its rider who stumbled around for a few moments, before dropping to the dirt with a second bolt through his neck.

"Good shot!" one of the barmaids yelled from her perch atop a barstood. "right through the throat!"

"really? ok, have to remember it pulls a little high..."

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Shoe shopping, do you even have to ask? Of course! That's how I got back, found these lovely little "dorothy" shoes on a clearance rack! They work pretty well. Also, got you and Sera some matching Mommy and baby comfy slipper shoes. Yeah, I know she can't walk yet, but they were too cute to pass up.

Planetside not too much going on. Something about some strange people that would like to see us all dead and these huge dragons that nearly leveled the pub. Nothing too exciting... oh and there were snakes, lots and lots of snakes!

I will go and collect Sera from Soul. Maybe the two of you can have a nice romantic day to yourselves?

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Oh, so nothing out of the ordinary happening planetside.

Oooh! Matching slippers! You're the best!

Sera's starting to be able to grab onto things, so watch your hair!

A bit of alone time would be nice.....

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Right, I've gotten a complete sequence ready. Now I just need to start the main replication process and let it gestate for a while.

*cackles diabolically*

What was that?

What?

We talked about the cackling.

That was just a giggle of delight.

Watch it.

I'm going to go see how my namesake is doing with the trolls.

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe turns to his companion.
"Jake7, did you confuse it, or did it slam into your force field because it is just stupid?"

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:
:
It's just that stupid! Though, it *is* hard to see this shield. These dragons must be color blind and can't see the light transparent blue of the shield.

**A lightbulb goes on over jake7's head**

Hey! I wonder if the color has to be transparent, of if just this color will make us hard to see?
:
:
Well, time to see if this thing is part chicken or not...

**jake7 takes a deep breath and begins clucking like a chicken. The wobbly dragon stares at the group and tries getting through the force field again. This time, he knocks himself out cold.**

Well, not sure if I confused it or what. But, hey, it's out cold so we should do something with him before he awakens!

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Jadehand wrote:
*JadeHand looks about at the scene.*

"What exactly does one do with an unconscience Lava Dragon? Are we capturing Lava Dragons now, or do we put it out of the towns misery? And Where's the rider?"

*An impact against the field behind them answers his last question. He turns to see the rider launching attacks against the group in the street. He looks down at the Cutlass on his hip, then across the distance between him and the rider as the rider continues to bounce attacks off of the field from the distance.*

"This will never do."

*JadeHand reaches into his bag and pulls out a pad and begins to scribble.*

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TheRealMe considers the situation. He touches a hidden control on his wristband and his medieval garb turns from traditional kelly-green to a deep blue. He tunes it slightly to match the color of Jake7's force field, then draws his cloak's hood over his head.

"Okay, Jake7, let me out!"

Jake7 presses buttons on her gadget and a hole appears in the force field on the other side from the attacking lava-man. TheRealMe jumps out and Jake7 re-establishes the full force field.

As TheRealMe charges the lava-man, he draws a sword and flicks a switch on its hilt. A high-pitched whine begins.

"Always wanted to try out this new vibro-blade. It should cut through solid steel!"

As he approaches, the confused lava-man looks this way and that, but cannot spot him. The blue clothing seems to render the wearer invisible to them.

TheRealMe meets his foe and swings his vibro-blade. "Okay, lava man! Let's see just what you're made of!"

Sparks fly, the whine stops, and TheRealMe draws back the remains of his blade, which is now partially melted slag.

"Oh, right! You're made of LAVA!"


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*watches the bolt through the neck of the rider she shot burn up to nothing, and then as the rider stands and starts moving towards his dragon*

"oh poot!"


"what we need is a magician"

"what you think card tricks will stop them?"

"no, but the big show off always have dry ice with them - i'm wondering if dry ice wouldn't slow them a little"

"Whats you're name?"

"Stephanie"

"Stephanie, you are my new best friend!" Seryn pulls out her comm link to the Tree and puts it on ship wide alert.

"Helloooo Tree folk, we need help. we're being hassled by people made of Lava, yup, thats right ,Lava.

So i was wondering, if Simonwho, or anyone else, wouldn't mind just sending us as much dry ice or industrial strenght coolant, or anything else really, really cold, just to hose 'em down with.

Would that be possible?

and quickly?"

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*walks into the Security room to find Soul with Sera fast asleep in his arms.

I hate to interrupt such a sweet moment, but I have a date with the most adorable baby on this boat. And you have a date with your wife! Best get going. You don't want to keep her waiting.

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As our intrepid hero's are being menaced by lava creatures SR as a epiphany. He turns to Seryn, "Isn't magma made of a high concentration of iron?"
"yes, so that would mean..."
"yes, I'm guessing that a good EMP will short circuit whatever those creatures use for a nervous system. As I recall I had a bunch of EMP warheads rigged up to use for the ballistae catapaults." SR turns to Snarky. "Snarky all these people are in desparate need of your help. Would you please run as fast as you can to the ship and bring back the EMP warheads I made for the catapualts."

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Originally posted by mai:
*walks into the Security room to find Soul with Sera fast asleep in his arms.

I hate to interrupt such a sweet moment, but I have a date with the most adorable baby on this boat. And you have a date with your wife! Best get going. You don't want to keep her waiting.

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"Time? Alone? Wow. I can't remember what that's like. Thanks, Mai!"

Soul walks as quickly as he can to the room he shares with Serenity and slips through the door. He smiles as he sees his bride standing there dressed only in a very transparent piece of lingerie. He crosses the room and they kiss longingly. Finally they break apart.

“How about a dip in the hot tub?” Soul asks, very glad that he had gotten the private Jacuzzi installed in their room the week before.

Serenity smiles back. “That would be nice.”

Soul almost dances into the bathroom and starts the water, adding bath salts and bubbles, lighting candles and turning on some soft jazz. Finally, feeling that everything is perfect, he steps back into the bedroom.

“Oh, Sereni--”

He stops. His bride, looking as sexy as ever, is lying on the bed…asleep.

“Huh.”


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*JadeHand finishes scribbling a name on his nametag and places it on his chest. "Malekith Ichandren". His clothing and body begins to shift until a man in robes, with slightly pointy ears stands in his place. He glances up at the Lava rider and steps forward waving his hands in a strange fashion as he begins chanting. Just as TheRealMe steps aside, Mel's hands stretch forward releasing a Cone of Cold. The Rider begins to freeze in place, stiffening into a statue. Steam pouring off of him fills the air. Mel steps over to a hitching post on the street and pulls the large beam from it's posts.*

"Um... what are you doing with that?" He's asked.

"Another spell. Item. It makes things easier to carry by turning them into small pieces of cloth."

*Mel casts the spell and the large beam shrinks into a small piece of cloth which he picks up. He reaches around to his back and pulls an arrow from his quiver.*

"Why do you need a large beam?"

"I don't. See, there's a drawback to this spell. Any impact causes the item to revert to it's normal form."
*He says as he wraps the cloth around the shaft of the arrow. He stands and fires the arrow at the statuted form of the lava rider. On impact the beam expands inside the frozen form causing it to burst apart. Chunks of frozen lava scatter into the street.*

That might not keep him down long. Those pieces melt, he might reform. What do we do about the unconscious lizard?




"But you sleep like a ghost with me
It's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad
Roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness
My opium den
Come to my madness
Make sense of it again."
Goodbye to all that. III-The Opium Den (Brave)-Marillion
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*Hugs Jake7. For warmth! Cuz it tends to get chilly 'neath those force fields, yep.*



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Where {the heck!} are we? Ebo! Ebo!

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**Jake7 jumps, startled at Cozen's sudden appearance. She glares at him menacingly**

Now, Cozen, don't be getting any ideas! Now is NOT the time for another one of your kidnappings...

**noticing that there was no immediate danger, she releases the force field and looks with interest at the unconscious dragon, then at Jadehand**

Hey, Jadehand, how about doing the same thing with our lizard friend here? I know *I'd* feel a might better if this lava dragon doesn't have the ability to come to...

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."

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Pssst! Jake7! Just so you know, there were THREE lava-dragons with lava-riders. We only took care of one set, I think!

Oh, hi, Cozen!


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So we're not keeping the lava lizards? Good enough for me.

*JadeHand (as Mel)again waves his hands about and speaks a strange incantation before a Cone of Cold is released upon the unconscious Lava Dragon. It's burning red body sizzles and steams and hardens.*

"Sorry, no more "item"'s in memory, gonna have to break that one by hand. Anyone got an axe? And what happened to the others? I'll need to rest and rememorize before I can do that again."

"But you sleep like a ghost with me
It's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad
Roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness
My opium den
Come to my madness
Make sense of it again."
Goodbye to all that. III-The Opium Den (Brave)-Marillion
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A beam of light arcs down from the sky and focuses on the ground in front of Seryn and the other.

5 large metal cylinders appear in a twinkling of lights in the centre of the beam and atop of them is a card:

Dear All, please find attached five fire extinguishers from the deus ex machine company. They're excellent for tackling clockwork robots, lava beasts and, well, fires. Best of luck, Simon. P.S. Nobody get horribly burned, I hate taking care of burn victms. It's icky.

The light vanishes, leaving the extinguishers ready to be taken.

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Seryn and the barmaids look with glowy eye's upon the shiny new toys Simon just beamed down.
It occurs to Seryn that the ye olde barmaids should be a little more surprised at thing just appearing like that.

"Ok, one each, i think there'll be a spare. TRM just turned blue, so I think that means its comoflage or something, so blue cloaks over heads, try to keep movements slow and controlled. Move far away from the building and keep watching the sky!"

They all nod, not looking at all nervous, and they move out.

Out side, the bubble is still up, passing close, SR spots her and grins, he tells her his theory and she grins back.
"get on to Simonwho - if your right, these should hopefully slow them down, but an EMP blast could stop them dead - its worth a shot"

She blows him a kiss just before the first dragon attcks again and watches as Jadehand - disguised as someone she doesn't know - manages to deal with it's rider.


For the moment the skies are clear, and she watches the dragon nervously. Jake7 Lowers the forcefield and at TRM's whispered warning, they wait nervously for the other two dragons to come back.

(ooc - ok, does that work? I just got confused as to what was happening when! sorry!)



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Originally posted by seryn:
Jadehand - disguised as someone she doesn't know

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OOC: only 5 people I know would recognize the name (and none of them come here), as it was one of the characters a friend played in a game. It just fit for the "mideval world" and the peramiters of "fictional character" I set for the tags. It's really unimportant. sorry for the distraction.

"But you sleep like a ghost with me
It's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad
Roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness
My opium den
Come to my madness
Make sense of it again."
Goodbye to all that. III-The Opium Den (Brave)-Marillion
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Pssst! Jake7! Just so you know, there were THREE lava-dragons with lava-riders. We only took care of one set, I think!

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**Jake7 looks around, concerned.**

But, I don't see any...

**Suddently, another lava dragon and rider swoop into view. She calls the gang that wants to be in the shield closer to her once again and activates the shield**

Gorram lava dragons!

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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."

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*Serenity wakes up suddenly.*

wha?

*She finds herself alone, on her bed, wearing..well, not much really. And she remembers what she was supposed to be doing.*

Oh, !

*And she gets up, throws a robe on, and goes searching for her husband.*

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ooc - thats alright - i thought i was failing to earn my nerd credentials again, ah well.


As the another dragon attacks without any word from anyone, the barmaids aim the extinguishes at its belly as it flies overhead.

the range isn't quite long enough, but they manages to alarm the dragon enough for it to abandon the riders carefully planned attack and intead hurl itself at the bright silver cannisters.

"ooooh... that wasn't a good idea maybe..."

Seryn looks over at Jadehands magician form and called through the shield "you have a longer range.. can you get rid of the rider?"

*hopeful smile*

"SR? any closer to getting that EMP down here?"

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"SR? any closer to getting that EMP down here?"

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Snarky comes blistering back to the tavern closely pursued by a dragon.

"Holy chrome!" SR curses under his breath, "Snarky just hand off the Warheads to me and lead the dragon out through that fallow field over there." He yells.

Snarky drops the box of Emp warheads at SR's feet and runs on towards said field. SR grabs one out of the box, arms it and places it in the pouch of his sling. He spins up his right arm and launches the warhead at the dragon. The missile flies through the air and strikes the dragon on the left hind quarter. The is a very sudden unnoise and the flying magma beast disintegrates and a shower of dspersed cinders falls to the ground starting many small fires.

SR stands aghast for a moment and then he realises he has been holding his breath for the better part of a minute. He exhales and his shoulders slump. "That was damn lucky."

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As the dragon circles for its next attack, Sir Kei steps up next to Seryn, "T'was a valiant effort fair maiden. You and your friends must be great warriors in your land."

He takes his eyes off the dragon long enough to size up the canisters. “What manner of weapon is that?”

Seryn gaps at Sir Kei’s calm demeanor. “They are fire extinguishers. You use them to put out fires.”

“How does it accomplish that feat, as it does not contain water?” Sir Kei asks puzzled.

“You see, they hold compressed CO2 gases that rob the fire of oxy….” Seryn pauses when she notices Sir Kei was getting none of what she said. “It’s very cold.”

“Might I borrow one?”

Seryn just nods, handing Sir Kei her extinguisher and quickly showing him how use it.

“My thanks.” Sir Kei says bowing grandly before running out into the centre of the street.

He hooks the extinguisher on his belt and starts yelling and waving his arms to get the dragons attention. The dragon screeches in rage and dives at Sir Kei.

Seryn and Jake7 look on in alarm. “Sir Kei! Use the extinguisher!!”

Either he doesn’t hear them or chooses to ignore them as he just stands still, neither raising his shield no his sword.

Elsewhere, Arinda cackled with glee. “A fitting end to that great oaf Kei. I must remember to commend Adelle for her efforts. Alatariel could learn a thing or two from Adelle.

As the dragon closes on Sir Kei it opens it mouth to belch forth flames when Sir Kei does the unexpected. He dives straight for the gapping dragon’s maw.

The dragon draws back its head in surprise, Kei’s legs protruding from its mouth, when it drops heavily to the ground. Its legs had turned to stone as the lava cooled. The effect spreads quickly throughout its body. The dragon is able to take another shuddering step before the lava is gone entirely and al that remains is essentially a dragon statue with Sir Kei’s unmoving legs still protruding from its mouth.

The rider jumps off in panic and is surrounded by the rest of the extinguisher wielding group led by Seryn.


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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

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With her dragons defeated Adelle trully understood the situation at hand. These people used weapons not of mortal nor immortal, They were not of this world. Where they were from was a great question indeed, but that did not bother her. She started off down a path into the mountain leading into an underground tunnel dug by a river of lava. The path snaked beneath the ground for many miles before a set of obsidian steps rose from the side. Adelle walked up these leading into the dungeons of Adrians Castle.

The route wasnt guarded because no mortal would have made it through the fire tunnel. Halfway up the stairs Adelle turned off into a small alcove and walked down a path roughly the dimensions of a person. It wasnt lit and She was forced to create a torch of fire from her staff to lead the way down. The path was very steep and twisted and turned often with side branches and dead ends designed to confuse and abandon any soul who wandered in without knowing the path. Eventually she reached a Door of engraved diamond flush against the rock. Embossed in a dead tounge words were written in a black material within the diamond door.

When the travellers curse our hallowed ground,
As the immortal begin to fracture and split,
The Harbinger can then be awakened,
To purge our rightful land

Adelle read the words in her head that the First had told her so long ago and knew the time was right. She turned back for Adriannas chamber up the labrynth slope.

We must stand together and cleanse the land once and for all.


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There is a cracking noise as the dragon’s heads crumbles to pieces and Sir Kei drops to the ground.

He lies still for a moment and then struggles to his feet grumbling "Dragons is sooo stupid..."

Shaking his head and brushing off some of the rubble, he walks up to Seryn and hands her the blackened canister. "My thanks to you m'lady. Now I must beg your leave. I am in need of rest."

Turning Sir Kei takes a step and falls on his face. A great rumbling snore issues from his helmet.

Again, elsewhere;
Arinda screeches in frustration and grabs the offending eye out of the air, squishing it in her boney hand. "How does he keep doing it?!?" She screams at the ceiling. “Sir Wil, Sir Devan, and the others, I can understand, but that...that... IDIOT?? How and why Sir Devan let Kei into the order is beyond my ken. And these newcomers...”

Composing herself, she thinks for a moment. “Adelle!! Alatariel!! Ouroborous!! To me!!”


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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

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OOC: Are we expected to save the entire world here, because that's really not my cup of ouzo. I'll be nice and play along regardless, but just want it known it wasn't my idea.

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Hey man... I'm just following the script.

Lets see... ummm... see page 9

*flip..flip..* Ah here it is... nope, that's not it. Footnote to page 23.

This may take a while...

blah blah blah...he said... she said... a little kissing, some violence... insert snappy one-liner... a little more violence... a chase scene in a hall of doors... "I would've succeeded too if it weren't for those pesky kids and their dog"...

Is this even the right script?? Hello? Ok cut. Where's the director? Get my agent on the phone!

*Storms off the set*



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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

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ooc - I don't think so no... I was aiming for saving the pub.

they're awful flammable.

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Seryn stands, hands on hips, looking down at the singed and snoring form of Sir Kei...


"...Frickin' showoff."

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*JadeHand looks around at the desturction and breathes a sigh of relief*

"Anyone hurt? Looks like the pub is safe for now."

*Quietly ponders the situation to himself wondering what should be done next.
Well, the pub is safe, we can go back to drinking. 'Course the people who sent those things might just send more, so then we'd have to fight again. We could hunt the people that sent them and make sure they don't send anymore, then we could drink in peace. We could join the Knights and help defeat the immortals... then again, "Piss off an immortal, you get an enemy for a reaaally long time." We could join the immortals and take out the Knights... sure the immortals aren't very nice, but maybe they'd reward us with some giant fire-breathing chickens... which I think is why we came here..... 'Course we might get those if we help the knights too.....*

"Well, If everyone is okay I think we might need to regroup.... after we finish breakfast. Can't go takin' ov.... Ummm... savin' the world on an empty stomach."


*

"But you sleep like a ghost with me
It's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad
Roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness
My opium den
Come to my madness
Make sense of it again."
Goodbye to all that. III-The Opium Den (Brave)-Marillion
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OOC: Saving the pub I can handle. But as a pirate think it best we sieze the pub and extort from it all it will give and then move on to find more pubs to ransack loot and plunder. ARRR!




Oh look rum! slurp! snore...

Scorpion Regent

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*Links arms with SR*

"well, the pub is safe... for now, but i can't help thinking that they might thaw out pretty soon.

if you're certain that thing with the electricty would work, might not hurt to get a generator sent down.

As for the extorting. Maybe another pub, i think we'll be nice to this one *leans in* between you and me, theres somethin not quite right about those barmaids...

oh! breakfast!"

sits down to eat.

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The next several seconds were very difficult for 13 to follow. It seemed to be a mass of flying arrows, biting frost, and even bity-er animals. He could really only jump around, swing his sword, and look active.

Then, it was over.

The orange man had been spirited away by more of his pet herons, while the woman...

13 slid his gaze to a trapped Sir Wil, legs rooted to the ground with ice. The woman was standing in front of him, hands freezing the air with mystic energy.

13 hurled the sword like a javelin through the air, wincing as it passed through the woman's gut.

Her mouth yawned open wordlessly, while Wil, who'd freed himself from the icy constraints, nocked an arrow.

"Alright, Immortal," he said. "Tell us where the other one went! And talk fast, for my grip is slipping."

The woman slitted her eyes, and breathed out silence. Wil stared dumbly.

"Can you speak up?"

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ON THE SERENI-TREE:

Trey sits in a chair in the med-lab, watching a large, bubbling vat. The door opens, and Deuce and Bobbie Sue walk in. Trey smiles and massages her temples. “You are a little late,” she tells the newcomers.

Bobbie Sue runs up and peers into the vat. “Ooooh! Is she done yet? I can’t wait for Bride1 to be… Ewww! Yuck!”

“Not done yet,” Trey tells her, “as you can see.”

Deuce walks up and hands Trey a katana in a scabbard. “This is for Ace. When she finally wakes up, she’ll want a blade.”

Trey examines the sheathed weapon. “Nice one. Where did you get it?”

“Oh, from that stash of twenty that Cozen got us back on Earth-That-Still-Is, when we were fighting Reavers and the like. My pair came from that batch, and Serenity’s did, too.”

“Oh, let me see!” Bobbie Sue snatches the katana from Trey’s hands and slowly draws it from its scabbard.

Deuce’s eyes narrow and she steps back. “Hey! That’s not a toy!”

Bobbie Sue pouts at her. “Well, duh! Hey, I know how to handle weapons. Jayne-clone2 showed me.”

Trey stands. “I need to take a break. Can you two watch her for a bit?”

Deuce frowns. “I’m late for weight training.”

Bobbie Sue’s face brightens, and she looks up from the katana. “I can do it! I can watch her.”

Deuce and Trey look at each other, and then back at Bobbie Sue. “Are you sure?” Trey asks.

“Of COURSE! I mean, what’s going to happen? I’m not going to fish her out of there too early, that’s for sure!”

Wearing a somewhat dubious expression, Trey nods slowly. Deuce and Trey depart the med lab.

Bobbie Sue starts wandering around the med lab, swinging the katana about her head and making ‘samurai noises’.

By accident, the tip of the swinging blade knocks a beaker labeled “Chemical X” off of a shelf and into the vat containing the re-forming Bride1. The black liquid in the beaker merges with the concoction in the vat, and it begins to bubble, then boil far more fiercely than before. A dark, choking cloud arises from the vat, then dissipates. The violently churning liquid slowly reduces to its former level of bubbling.

“Uh oh!” Bobbie Sue slowly sheaths the katana, carefully places it on the chair Trey was using, and strolls out of the med lab, whistling innocently.


Deuce, Bride2
Trey, Bride3
Bobbie Sue, Bride6

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*Serenity heads to the common room, still searching for her husband. She finds him sitting on a couch, flicking through the channels on the TV.*

Hey you. *She says sheepishly, as she comes and sits down by Soul.*

You fell asleep! *He says, just a bit accusatory.*

I know! I'm so sorry! I must have been more tired than I realized.

But...I'm awake now.

*She scoots closer to Soul, who turns off the TV, tossing the remote over his shoulder. He kisses her and pulls her closer. Soon, she is ensconsed in his lap, his hands tangled in her hair.*

Perhaps we might move this somewhere more....private. *She whispers in his ear.*

Good idea! *He says, starting to get up.*

*Just then, security alarms blare out throught the ship, lights flashing.*

*Serenity is nearly dropped to the floor as Soul stands up quickly.*

Sorry, love, gotta run! *He kisses her quickly on the cheek and then sprints toward the security office.*

Oh, !!

*Serenity straightens her robe and heads to the kitchen to find some ice cream.*







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ooc - yup, definitley a situation that calls for ice cream!

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The next several seconds were very difficult for 13 to follow. It seemed to be a mass of flying arrows, biting frost, and even bity-er animals. He could really only jump around, swing his sword, and look active.

Then, it was over.

The orange man had been spirited away by more of his pet herons, while the woman...

13 slid his gaze to a trapped Sir Wil, legs rooted to the ground with ice. The woman was standing in front of him, hands freezing the air with mystic energy.

13 hurled the sword like a javelin through the air, wincing as it passed through the woman's gut.

Her mouth yawned open wordlessly, while Wil, who'd freed himself from the icy constraints, nocked an arrow.

"Alright, Immortal," he said. "Tell us where the other one went! And talk fast, for my grip is slipping."

The woman slitted her eyes, and breathed out silence. Wil stared dumbly.

"Can you speak up?"

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Krysta the White calmly pulled 13’s sword out from where it had impaled her belly. She held it in her hand, regarding it for a moment. Then she casually dropped it at her feet as she smiled. Her blood, as it issued from the wound, instantly froze solid.

She took a deep breath, and seemed to shout. As they strained their ears, Sir Wil and 13 could barely hear her say, “Ouroborous is a coward, without the stomach for a real fight. But I shall not allow him to steal this glory from me! I shall bring you to the Empress, Sir Wil. But perhaps you should thank me for that. She always had an inexplicable fondness for you. Perhaps she will allow you to live as her slave.” She turned to 13, and took another great breath. “And you, abomination, perhaps we will discover that you taste like chicken, after all.” Krysta smiled and raised her hand. Crystals froze and floated down from around her outstretched fingers. Not crystals of water, but of the air itself.

Sir Wil shook his head slightly. “I think not!” Suddenly, he spun about and fired the arrow at a seemingly random target. It struck a ball lying in the alley, almost hidden by some rubble. “Infuse Ward!” The globe began to glow with an inner light, and floated upward.

From all around her, Krysta could hear other voices.

“Infuse Ward,” said Sir Elaine.

“Infuse Ward,” said Sir Morgana.

“Infuse Ward,” said Sir Devan. “Activate Wards Major!”

Krysta launched herself upward in hopes of evading the trap, but it was too late. The four glowing globes had arranged themselves around the Immortal in a perfect square. Their power linked, and she was thrown down roughly to the cobblestones of the alley below.

But the strain was great. Sir Morgana’s eyes were tightly shut as she concentrated. Sir Elaine went down to one knee, dropping her great two-handed sword at her side and panting heavily. Sir Wil bowed his head as if straining under a great weight.

Sir Devan was weary, but he took in another breath. “Seal Wards Major!” Blood began to trickle from his nose, and he absently wiped it away.

The four glowing globes began to orbit Krysta, then spiraled inward until she was tightly held, completely constrained.

Devan walked over to the exhausted Sir Elaine and helped her to her feet. “That went well,” he said.

“Very well,” Morgana agreed as she smiled.

“Better than when we caught Zorander,” Wil observed.

“Yes,” Devan nodded. “None of us died this time. Well, perhaps we should inform that newcomer that we have an Immortal that he can experiment on.”

Morgana’s mood changed and she stalked over to Wil, pointing at 13. “Sir Wil, what is the meaning of this? Why are you associating with this vat-spawn of the Immortals?”

Despite her small size, Sir Elaine hefted her greatsword with ease. “Here, allow me to take care of it!” She spun the large weapon around her head with fabulous skill.

“No!” said Wil.

“No?” the other three chorused.

Meanwhile, Ouroborous the Green (not orange!) stared down at the scene from the rooftops and muttered to himself. “Well, well,

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Wisp followed Sir Devan outside as he had requested dressed in his new A.I.E complete with anti-magical armour and weapons. The cage was green camoflage that stood around 8 feet high. Wisps arms and legs entered the respective structures and a mixture of hydraulic assistance and neural motor support controlled the movement. In reality it didnt require much effort at all to move around except for the difference inherent with being larger. The hands consisted of three fingers and thumb arranged in a circular fashion with a single joint to allow things to be picked up.

There were 2 antimagic weapons on each arm and standard cannon on the shoulder for attack. He had tested the magical shielding with Guidians powers and it passed with flying colours. He now hoped to use the immortals genetic code against them.

"Bring her inside. Im ready for her"


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A hooded figure walks slowly into the square, a sword handle visible over one shoulder.

The figure pauses to examine the signs of the recent battle, sifting some of the ashes through his hand before straightening and continuing on. He approaches the group about to enter the pub/inn stopping at Sir Kei’s snoring form.

“Kei, you great lumbering ox, I knew you’d be involved. Get up.” The figure kicks Sir Kei in the side, but it elicits no response.

“KEI!!” the figure kicks him again, this time there is a response… an interruption of his snoring only.

Ruby emerges from the inn lugging a large pail of water. The others stop to watch.

Taking the pail from Ruby with a nod of thanks, the figure throws the water at Sir Kei.

“Wha…?” Sir Kei sputters, rolling over and removing his helmet. “Sir Luc!! What say you?”

“While you were…” Sir Luc waves his hand encompassing the battle damage in the square “…frolicking around here and having a nap, Sir Devan put the call out. We are to convene at the Keep.”

“Now??” Sir Kei looks longingly at the Inn “But I have yet to finish my break fast.”

“If you were left to your own devices Kei, break fast would be an all day event. Let’s go.” The figure says impatiently.

“I won’t be but a moment.” Sir Kei says as he struggles to his feet. Sir Luc watches but doesn’t offer to help.

“Sir Luc, these are my new friends. Friends, this is Sir Luc, another of my order.”

“Isn’t he a little … young to be a knight?” ScorpionRegent asks, taking in Sir Luc’s slight form. At 5 foot 5 inches, roughly, he indeed looked like a child next to Sir Kei.

Sir Luc throws back his hood letting her auburn locks fall free. “That’s Sir Lucretia. And as you know full well…” She glares at ScorpionReagent, “…I am not a boy. I’d like to say well met again Scorpion Reagent, or whatever name you’ve adopted this time, but our last meeting, or shall I say your abrupt departure, dictates otherwise. Let’s go Kei. It’s not seemly to keep Sir Devan waiting.”

Sir Kei kisses the back of Jake7, Ruby and Seryn's hands, oblivious to the scowl from Scorpionreagent. “Until we meet again fair maidens.” He turns, places his fingers to his mouth and whistles a shrill high pitched whistle.

Kei then stands nonchalantly like he’s waiting for a bus, adjusting various pieces of his armour.

A large chicken hawk drops out of the sky landing before Sir Kei.

“I hate that bird.” Sir Luc grumbles from behind Sir Kei.

“I know not why, I think he likes you.” The bird shifts its gaze to Sir Luc.

“Yeah, as in for lunch…” She says.

Sir Kei chuckles then grabs Sir Luc, throwing her up onto the birds back before following. He gives a jaunty wave as the big bird launches into the sky.


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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

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TheRealMe calls out at the departing Sirs Kei and Luc: "Ummm! Excuse me? Order? Uh, where might you be going? Can we help?"



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Seryn eyes SR with a raised, half annoyed, half amused eyebrow. But she can't keep from laughing.

"Yes, what say you my love? Do we follow your friend or do we return to the castle to complete the task th baroness gave you?"

"I vote we head for the keep!"

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Hello there.

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Seryn eyes SR with a raised, half annoyed, half amused eyebrow. But she can't keep from laughing.

"Yes, what say you my love? Do we follow your friend or do we return to the castle to complete the task th baroness gave you?"

"I vote we head for the keep!"

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"Yes, to the Keep. The Baroness told me all I need to know about her magic McGuffin while you were walking back to town. Well we're free agents, we can do more than one thing at a time, besides we might get a chance to do the Zanzibar version of networking. Everything here is inter-related. It's very likey that the crazy eights will get us closer to the Baroness' bauble. As far as my 'friend' is concerned I don't remember her, I know I'm supposed to, she's my type."

Seryn gives SR 'the look'.

"Was my type."

Seryn continues to gives SR 'the look'.

"Snarky some music please."

Scorpion Regent

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Hey! welcome back Cap! To what do we owe the honor?

Scorpion Regent

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* TheRealMe offers a snappy salute, then bows deeply. *

EBONEZER!!!!

WELCOME!!!!

I must inform you that I took the liberty of promoting you to Commodore and myself to Captain of the Sereni-Tree. I did this because SoulofSerenity and CallMeSerenity needed a Captain to be able to marry them, as the birth of their first child was then in progress, and they wished to be married before she entered the world.

However, you shall always be... "The captainiest captain of this here boat! Tree. Whatever."

So, Ebo, what's up?

How is Ice Cream Guy?



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By the way, Ebo, those folks who are still around from the time you were most active are:

Cozen, Jake7, Mai, PsychicRiver, SimonWho, SoulOfSerenity (who was part of the Guy's clubhouse), TheRealMe, and six of the seven Brides (though plans are currently underway to clone the late Bride1).

EDIT: Ooops, I fogot the robot Sparky!


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What? I feel a shudder in the fabric of reality, as though a great danger is approaching.

Oh, hi Ebo!

I wonder how my cloning process is going.

*feels another shudder*

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Hello there.

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* TheRealMe offers a snappy salute, then bows deeply. *

EBONEZER!!!!

WELCOME!!!!

I must inform you that I took the liberty of promoting you to Commodore and myself to Captain of the Sereni-Tree. I did this because SoulofSerenity and CallMeSerenity needed a Captain to be able to marry them, as the birth of their first child was then in progress, and they wished to be married before she entered the world.

However, you shall always be... "The captainiest captain of this here boat! Tree. Whatever."

So, Ebo, what's up?

How is Ice Cream Guy?



TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree

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Oooh. He's bowing now. At ease, TRM, at ease.

I offer my sincerest congradulations to the newlyweds - and my deepest apologies for not being here. I have a habit of wandering off, i know. I saw a shiny thing. Sorry.

Ice Cream Guy is fantastic! But as of late we are dealing with the adventure of the sudden and unexpected return of Ebo's crazy ex boyfreind. He was living in reno, out of harms way, and now he is back, and i'm afraid he's going to stir up some trouble. Also, I don't want to give him his drum set back.

How are things on the boat?

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Oh, just great!

*Serenity shoves large spoonfulls of "Death By Chocolate" ice cream into her mouth.*

Just peachy!


(Great to see you again Ebo!!!!!!!!!!)

Serenity,
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Bride8

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**Upon seeing Cap'n Ebo, Jake7 runs up and quickly snaps to attention and salutes**

Cap'n! Good to see you! Glad to have you back with us!

Congratulations on the promotion -- I think you'd look smashing in an Admiral's coat and hat!

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TheRealMe provides Ebo an Admiral's outfit straight out of the "Horatio Hornblower" movies... or "Master and Commander" if you liked that better!


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