Mobius

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Domelvia burrows her face into her purple pillow and shuts her eyes tightly.

The night was fun and rowdy, everyone seemed to have had a great time. Domelvia shared a few laughs, and finally she felt more at ease with the group around her. Domelvia grimaces, remembering what happened when a man offered her some ale, "It's too bitter." was what she replied with. What sort of stupid excuse is that?! Domelvia makes a mental note to punch herself in the morning.

"He...ehehehehe... smfth... hah."

Why does that COD HAM woman keep giggling in her sleep! Is there something THAT funny in her fudging DREAMS?! Domelvia growls, it had been keeping her up all night!

Domelvia flips over in her sleeping position and faces the starry sky. Domelvia sighs, the stars were awfully clear out here, and amazingly beautiful.

Thump.

"Shi-!"

Domelvia's ear twitches,she grumbles.

ANOTHER person who's still awake, he better not be thinking on sneaking some ale into his mouth! I've had enough with drunk giggling women, I don't need drunken men stumbling over people...

Domelvia sits up and stretches, before rubbing her groggy eyes.

"Hup-Hup...Hup!", Domelvia jumps onto her feet and groans, her feet were awfully sore, she didn't know how she would be able to continue walking tomorrow. She hoped that the group will not recover by then, or she'ld have to CRAWL to wherever they were heading.

She glares into the darkness, the moon was only one fifth full, and the only other source of light was a dying fireplace.

"Whooooevverrr yooou aaare! We don't have any more aaaaallllee! You should go back to sleep, you drunk!"

Domelvia frowns, remembering to not be rude and adds, "Sir." at the end of her sentence. Domelvia stands in the darkness for five seconds, where it seemed like the person she was yelling at had stopped moving completely. Domelvia realizes it might be a woman too, and quickly adds, "Or Ma'am!"

Domelvia's ear twitches, listening into night and hopes for a response.

I feel like I'm hugging this RP thread.

If you want to be the one who interacts with Nikola, you can go ahead and void my post completely and make your own!

I only made this, cause I honestly have nothing else to really do.

Edit: And by hugging, I meant hoarding.

Edit2: And by hoarding, I meant hogging. Which... I think means the same, but that's what I originally meant to type!

[xmrsmoothx 317]

Nikola freezes in place as he hears Domelvia's voice. He glares at the tree beside himself, hoping that he does a good impression.

Suddenly, as if by magic, the coals of the fire finally flicker out. Nikola makes a silent cheer, and dives into the bushes, hoping that the moonlight will conceal him as little more than an animal - perhaps a raccoon.

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Domelvia blinks, the fire goes out, and the sound of rustling is heard.

"Uguuuu... Goodnight to you toooo!"

Domelvia grumbles and collapses back on her blanket.

"Heheheh...heh...snoooore."

Domelvia sighs, and shuts her eyes tightly. Wishing once again, that her hearing wasn't as good as it is.

[everblue2er101 906]

OOC

Susie, I love every one of your posts.

Kernith doesn't imbibe in the ale. He never has been one for the drink that is so prevalent all across Asulon. Instead, he continues to sip from his flask filled with melon juice. As the night grows long and the people steadily drunker, he mimics their actions. To most watching, and certainly those drunk, he too has had too much to drink. To anyone else, it could be noted that the young man was as sober as he ever had been, and still wary. Kernith wanted to be cautious, to keep aware of what was going on. We were bloody near killed today, all of us, he thinks. This journey will not be an easy one. And no treasure is worth my life...

He thinks back to the battle. He had shot one Orc, sending him crashing to the ground, when he was suddenly knocked to the ground by someone fleeing the scene. That had very nearly proved his undoing. One of the Orcs saw his fellow fall and bellowed with rage. In less time than he ever thought possible Kernith watched the Orc smash his way through the melee, aiming for him. Lying on the ground, Kernith had no way to fire his bow. He reached for his sword, desperately trying to grab it from the casing, but it took too long. The Orc reached him and raised his club to bring on the face of the scribe. An eye for an eye, he remembered thinking. It would be quite the irony. But his senses returned to him, and with a sudden burst of energy he was able to roll to his left. The club smashed into the ground, sending bits of gravel and dirt flying all around. Kernith felt his insides lurch as he tried to keep moving, get away from the massive Orc. The Orc didn't seem at all fazed at having his target disappear, and with more speed Kernith thought impossible he had again raised the club and prepared to strike. Kernith scuttled backwards, his hands once more digging into the gravel of the path, trying to gain himself some distance. The Orc bellowed again, and was about to bring the club down-

But then, out of nowhere, an axe slammed into the side of the Orc. The swing of the club was jolted from the target, and swung past Kernith, inches from his face. It was the chance he needed. He scrambled to his feet. He could see now the one who was defending him - a short, squat, hairy Dwarf, bearing a large golden axe. The Dwarf barely reached the waist of the Orc, and his attack had struck the side of the greenskin. Now, he had yanked his battleaxe from the Orc, and prepared to strike again. As blood began to fall from the wound, staining the ground, the Orc prepared to swing the club into the face of the Dwarf. Kernith was still trying to put distance between himself and the two combatants, staggering down the road. The Dwarf ducked, the club whizzing over his head. He struck again, at the legs of the Orc this time. The connection made a satisfying crunch, and the Orc let out a bellow of pain. Kernith, a fair distance away, tried to regain his grasp of reality. Orc, injured. Dwarf, his lifesaver. He, standing around doing nothing, slightly beat up and out of breath, but still able bodied. It was that last thought that made him draw his bow and string an arrow. In the time it took him to do so, the Dwarf had tried to strike the Orc once more. But this time...

The greenskin seemed to anticipate the attack. The Dwarf aimed for the stomach of the Orc, a vulnerable position. He had his axe about to connect, ready to deliver what could have been a fatal blow, when the Orc struck. The club smashed into the chest of the Dwarf, making his eyes bug out and breath vanish. With a raise of his arm, the Orc sent the Dwarf flying through the air. Kernith watched in shock as the Dwarf slammed into a tree trunk, then fell. It seemed to be all in slow motion as he dropped down the trunk, landing hard on a rock beneath the tree. Kernith first felt shock, then anger, then fear.

The Orc had once more turned to him.

Kernith didn't think twice. With the falling body of the Dwarf imprinted in his mind, he fired. The arrow soared through the air, straight on its way. It hit the Orc in the chest, causing him to roar and start to run. Kernith fired again. The second arrow struck him in the knee, making him slow down slightly, but he was still gaining distance far too quickly. Soon he would again be able to strike, with the club, now bloody, and Kernith would fall, and more blood would spill...

Kernith threw his bow to the ground. As the Orc came fifteen feet away... ten feet... five... Kernith leaped. The Orc, several hundred pounds of muscle and bone and fat, couldn't make the same nimble move. He kept moving forward, propelled by his own momentum, and didn't stop until he ran smack into the tree branch. It was a thick branch that connected with a thick skull, and the thwacking sound was exactly what Kernith wanted to hear. As the Orc staggered and dropped his club, Kernith reached down in a smooth motion and scooped it up. The Orc was dazed but not down for the count yet, and Kernith swung. The club was far heavier than he had thought it would be, but he had strength left. He connected to the back of the Orcs head, and with that the greenskin fell. Kernith could see him still breathing, still conscious. He wasn't sure why he had done this. Never before had the young man hesitated to kill his enemies, to embrace the swift death he delivered to bandits or risen dead. But this time, just once, he decided to spare a life...

Kernith was bloodied. His hands were once again flecked with red where the gravel had hit him. He had a long scratch along his cheek from when he had rolled on the road. As he tried to collect himself, he realized how heavy his breathing had become. He closed his eyes, and focused. Oxygen flooded his lungs, making him feel invigorated. Reopening his eyes, he could see the battle was swiftly ending. The Orcs lay where they had fallen, all of them. He didn't know how many had survived, or what had happened to his fellow travelers. He picked up the items he had dropped in the battle. Then he made his way...

The Dwarf was dead. Kernith didn't have to check. Blood had poured from his chest, his nose, a gash on his left hand. His beard was soaked red, and his simple clothing too. Kernith recognized him as one of the several Dwarves who had joined the journey at the Inn. They had been the most excited about the prospect of treasure, riches and gold. They hadn't, in his mind, grasped the incredible dangers that lay before them. But it seemed now that the Dwarf knew what he would be up against. Exactly what. And he had paid dearly for it.

Kernith thinks of this as she sits by the fire. The stump he occupies is cold and hard, but he takes little notice. So much had happened already, and so much potential lay before them all. He didn't know what they would still encounter, but he was now fully aware of the dangers...

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Just a heads up, before you arrive at the main camp, let me know. I'm having trouble with being able to post, so I'll need time to react to your arrival.))

[Ever 2648]

I plan to use at least one more scenario before allowing the group to make it to the temple. I would have wrote it up today but I was a bit busy uhh... arguing. I'll push you guys into it once I have it complete.

[everblue2er101 906]

For the record, it was a good argument. And I think you're right. S'okay, there are others involved who haven't posted lately. Gives them a chance to catch up.

[EmeraldStag 165]

Felt that I should give a little insight on her, seeing as she is still mystrious and no one oocly know what she is like XD if that even makes sense, here it is, parts of her past in memories keep in mind, she was 13 when she was sold and she was 20 when she was freed, she is now 21.

Midori, having Ale fill her dreams, was dreaming about her life before everything went wrong. In her dreams, she vividly remember the things she did when she was younger. She still had a dad that cared about her, her best friend was alive, and she had been safe in her home town.

After a few hours her dreams change to the horrors she had to face not too long ago. Her father going bankrupt. Moving into alleys, always moving from one to another. Her friend taking pity on her,she hated people pitying her. Her father selling her off to a slaver. Her being moved to many different places, doing tasks until after many years, her being saved by her friend, part of some order of fighters and then watching him die, saving her.

She bolts up from her sleep, sweat heavy on her brow, arms and legs. She looks over the group still sleeping, She looks up at the sky, still it was dark, she then lays back down, and pulls out a gemstone. An Emerald, pure and clean cut. The one she had to sell for money. She remembers that her friend had given it to her for luck. As memories of him fill her mind, she silently cries as she looks at the Emerald. She hopes no one can hear her, she has been trying to look strong in-front of these people, but after today, she knows she won't be able to do it for much longer.

[Αμφίονας 41]

"As you will" he replyed. "Peculier behavior" was the only thing he thought off as he walked away from the man.

Amfionas sat down a rock while the party was starting. He did not pay much attention as his thoughts where moving from the group to the battle. "It was not one of the most successfull battles but in retrospect the only "flaw" was the groups armless people panic which caused prolems with some fighters on the back. He shouldst hath gone by the side of the road mayhap through the woods to avoid that. The orcs whither strange, whither did th- "

He felt something strangely familiar in his hand. Turning his head slightly he saw his bottle opened. "Alack.." he mumbled. He had already drunk half of it.

He really needed to stop drinking especcially when he was in a group full of strangers. Anything could happen and he as a drunken fool could be useless.

Well just a few more sips want hurt.

Suddenly a man almost falls in front of him laughing in a rather ridiculous way. He stares the man for a few seconds and has a better look on the entire groop. With a few exceptions everyone was celebrating this small victory.

This erased any thoughts of drinking. It was like he was still on duty.

After some time when he understood that focusing and thinking was impossible he decided to go to sleep.

The last thing he remembered was waking up in the night. "Why did I woke up?" He thought.

He turns he had and looks at all of the sleeping people one at a time, then the fire which has burned out ,then the woods and then back at the people.

"Something is fishy.. But what?" He was not sure.

"Dost not think about it everyone is sleeping peacefully.. What could go-"

He stares at the pile of wood and ash which used to be their fire.

He raises himself and walks over there mumbling "Fawking airheads." without noticing the huntress her tears and the emerald as he passes by. He starts to relight the fire.

"No one even one had bothered to take a swift to guard the camp. Anyone could hath simply walk over and slice their throats silently in the night. What if thither were more orcs?"

He shakes his head and sighs. It was only a few hours before morning.

[Watyll 1104]

Morning. The sun rises over the forest and hills. Scag wakes up and looks cheerfully about him at the still sleeping people. It is about six in the morning. Scag grins and brings out a whistle from his sailing days. He breathes deeply inward and blows as loudly as he can. The shrill sound awakens everyone in the camp.

"Come on sleeping beauties, up and at'em!"

He yells. There is some grumbling, which Scag silences with a cheerful kick.

"Come on, we'll never get to the treasure at this rate!"

[nppeck 601]

Ariana awakes to Scag's loud shouting and wistle. She yawns and tries to go back to sleep. Upon finding herself unable to return to blissful sumber, Ariana torpidly gets out of her sleeping mat. "The treasure will still be there whether we get there by noon or by midnight. Why the huge rush?"

[Watyll 1104]

Scag looks solemnly at the woman

"That letter was meant for someone else, do you honestly think we're the only ones hunting for this treasure?"

[nppeck 601]

"Probably not no, but we won't get anywhere if we're not well rested will we?"

[Watyll 1104]

Scag chuckles

"Early to bed and early to rise, and all that my lady. That's the way it works on a ship, and that's how it should work everywhere, now come on, we're wasting daylight!"

[EmeraldStag 165]

Waking up from Scag's insufferable yelling, she looks around her at the waking people. She thinks silently to herself: Did any of them see her crying last night? I had been so distraught that I wouldn't have noticed if any of them had gotten up and saw me in my moment of weakness.

Shakeing out her long red hair, she gets up and stretches. "You really think that we are wasting day light in the Early morning?" She says as she looks at the position of the sun.