Author Topic: Ragnarok (Read 7657 times)

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #25 on:** August 16, 2003, 09:43:11 PM »

As the two of them walked, Calisto became aware of some signs that previous people had been here before, most likely Gaulish or Slavic scouts. It would be a good place to hide. She cocked her head as she heard something. "Master Valeth," she said quietly. "I hear a horse. Someone is about."

Svyel · « **Reply #26 on:** August 17, 2003, 07:23:19 AM »

OOC: Does anybody mind if I join as a will-o-the-wisp? Only temporarily though.

CaptainPenguin · « **Reply #27 on:** August 17, 2003, 10:51:22 PM »

OOC: Only temporarily? What does that mean? You're going to play for a while and then stop?

Valeth halted, sniffing the air and scanning the area. "It smells of....Ogres or Gauls....Teutons?...But no...," he said, running his hand through his silvery-white hair. "Too clean for them...Romans!"

strom · « **Reply #28 on:** August 18, 2003, 12:48:13 AM »

OOC: does this mean that you are eventually killing the character, or handing it over to us for play? What ever the case, bring it on.

As the sun barely began to rise in the east, Octavian was already awake and preparing his mount for the day's ride.

He fed and watered the horse; tightened it's saddle, and put on the reins. After the horse was cared for, he pulled out some dried beef, mounted the steed and continued on his way; thankful no Gauls happened upon him that night.

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #29 on:** August 18, 2003, 10:09:21 PM »

"If it is Romans, it is doubtful that they will speak your language. All the Romans I have met have struck me as an arrogant lot." She resumed walking. She had no desire to meet Romans. Technically, they no longer had any claim to her. But only if there were enough Northmen to care. "It may be that we're about to have a bit of trouble."

Svyel · « **Reply #30 on:** August 19, 2003, 06:58:47 AM »

OOC Umm... I will play for a while unless you want me to stay.

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #31 on:** August 19, 2003, 07:23:10 PM »

OOC: Okie dokie! Play as long as you like!

Svyel · « **Reply #32 on:** August 23, 2003, 11:21:34 AM »

Floating around the destroyed city, Shill notices a few on coming people. It began to churn and move and cause the gas it is made of to produce small amounts of lightning. Lighting a false path it hopes to lure the unsuspecting travellers into peril.

OOC: Hope its okay to be a will-o-the-whisp.

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #33 on:** August 23, 2003, 07:03:07 PM »

Calisto paused for a moment. It seemed that there was someone deep in the forest with a lantern. "Master Valeth, who do you suppose that is?"

CaptainPenguin · « **Reply #34 on:** August 24, 2003, 04:14:12 PM »

Valeth looked towards the "lantern light". "Perhaps it is a survivor of Wraslec. We should investigate. They may be able to tell us the way to Warsaw."

Svyel · « **Reply #35 on:** August 25, 2003, 04:39:20 AM »

Shill grinned inwardly. If it had a mouth it would be smiling. Shill noticed that travellers thought it was a lantern. Just perfect.

It started bobbing up and down while moving side to side to simulate a person walking... Just above a deep, thick marsh.

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #36 on:** August 26, 2003, 10:26:58 AM »

Calisto started to follow the lanternlight. But there was something strange. It was getting close to daylight, so a person really shouldn't need a lantern. Reminding herself that she was still unfamiliar with the customs of the Slavs, she paid it no mind. She kept after the light.

Svyel · « **Reply #37 on:** August 27, 2003, 01:32:16 AM »

Shill expanded itself and covered a the small patch of marsh. The "fog" was too thick to see through. The litle light still bobbed up and down. Left and right.
The sun was just about to rise. Shill wished that the travellers would hurry up and sink into the mud. When the sun rose its false lantern would be for naught.

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #38 on:** September 02, 2003, 09:31:25 PM »

For most of her childhood, Calisto's brothers had told her about the mysterious ways the gods worked. She'd stopped believing in gods long since, but sometimes, she still couldn't explain things. Ever since ending up in the north lands, she'd only had poor excuses for shoes. Thick rags bundled around her feet; they kept her feet semi-warm, and kept the snow out. Suddenly, she became aware that something very cold and very wet was seeping through them. When she looked down, she saw that she was ankle deep in water. Looking carefully in the growing light, she saw that she was on the edge of a vast marsh. If she had gone much farther, the odds were that she would have been drowned. Marshes were treacherous places, and she still couldn't swim very well. She backed out carefully. Eyes narrowed, she looked at the still-bobbing lantern light.

Svyel · « **Reply #39 on:** September 03, 2003, 03:07:24 AM »

Shill stopped bobbing. It saw that the travellers had stopped and realised his trap. Disappointed it gathered up the rest of its body and floated to the travellers. It's curiosity was compelling it to learn more about the creatures that had realised it's trap. It wanted to learn why they were so careful.

CaptainPenguin · « **Reply #40 on:** September 03, 2003, 04:41:00 PM »

Valeth paused alongside Calisto. The bobbing of the light had stopped, and it now was coming steadily closer.
"Beware, child. It is a craven fae spirit, one which I now see may have lured us to our doom..."

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #41 on:** September 03, 2003, 05:34:27 PM »

Calisto was unimpressed, though she remained cautious. She had heard of these spirits, but as she understood it, once you saw through the deception, they were powerless.

Svyel · « **Reply #42 on:** September 04, 2003, 02:15:26 AM »

Shill floated right up to the two travellers. It made itself smaller and floated low to the ground showing that it meant no harm. It had seen dogs before and that was how they signaled defeat. Shill stopped at the tavellers feet and glimmered almost politly.

Ria Hawk · « **Reply #43 on:** September 13, 2003, 05:06:25 PM »

Calisto raised an eyebrow. The spirit didn't seem to mean any harm; in fact, it reminded her of a puppy that had been scolded. She glanced at Valeth, then back at the spirit. "Well, then." The pressing cold distracted her. The rags bundled up around her feet were soaked, and were quite uncomfortable. Luckily it wasn't as cold as it sometimes got; she had seen people whose feet had frozen off. She swore in Greek.