12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(WOOO FINALY! its been my goal to get someone to say "Shorten" my posts! Woooooooo so happy, Also i know i suck, But its because i was going for length not sense, Now i can post happy)
(Basically, She went to a inn, her mount warned her of soldiers, She proceeded to annoy the soldiers into attacking, Then nonfatally owned them, And left. Plus a extra sword and is in the woods with a fire and a small cot asleep!) |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(One 5 year old taco! Enjoy!)
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I had found the shipyards, everything from dinghys to mighty zepplins were constructed here. I was particulary skilled with mechanical engines, like the one in my mechanical horse. It had been wrecked by an inexperienced human pilot, so much that the owner of the repair shop had givin it to me for free. The pom who owned the shop had said no one could fix it. I had fixed it and givin it an anphibius function in just 3 months. The horse was currently in the stabble at the inn I was staying at. Soon, I had found a shop that speacialized in repair and construction of mechanical engines. "Do you have an opening for an honnest worker in this shop?", I asked the owner. "Sure, I just fired one employee for laziness, I need a real hard-worker. What's your name, son?" he replied. |
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(Yay! I THINK IT MOVED!!! *poke* *poke*)
The ferry ride was relatively short. I eyed the humans around me suspicously, my new invention in my pocket. One human snatched my bag, but I shot him in the leg with my musket, which seemed to frighten the others off. When we finally watched Asmodeus, I began walking towards my destination. |
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(I meant reached. I have no idea why I said watched.) |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(Weird way to end your post but whatever keke)
She wakes up a while later and sends her mount off , Stomping out the dieing fire rolling up the mat and putting it in her pack, And heading back to the road to hitch a ride anywhere |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(Him not you, Also isnt shooting someone for taking your bag...Kinda stupid? Wasting ammo and mucking up the insides of the gun? ) |
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When I reach my destination, a small elven town, I look around until I see my good friend Rylo. "Thank you for holding her for me." I say to Rylo as he returns my mount to me. "Anytime good friend. Please come in, we arenearly done with dinner." he says. I walk inside the stone hut, moss growing freely on the outside, and take a seat on a tree stump. "I almost forgot how beautiful Asmodeus was." I tell Rylo. Suddenly, screams fill the town. I look outside and see them.....
(OOOOOHHH, MYSTERIOUS!) |
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(Meh, I don't care. I make my own ammo, and there is crucial information in that bag. I MUST GUARD IT WITHMY LIFE!) |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(Waitwat? Biggest elven town and theres screams? Cool. Must be something big.) |
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(Read the first sentence again 12) |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(Oh, Lol...) |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
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Eventually someone pulls over, Mostly pretty girls dont have to hitchhike long before someone offers a ride! She works out a deal, ten gold to take her to Admodeus, Anywhere is fine, And then promptly hops on and spaces out |
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(I wait for 12 to arrive before I reveal what is attacking) |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
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She zones back in as she feels the presense of magic, Its all over in the elven lands, She sits up and hops off thanking the guy for the ride and handing him a bag of gold ,Probably 40 or so more gold pieces than absolutely nescarry but its good to be in the elven lands again, Shes outside of a small town and heads that way, Actually freaking whistling. |
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Warren sat, alone, in his workshop, toying with his work. |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(Finally! Hes alive! To make me sure that im not going in the wrong way with my posts and ruining sometihng!) |
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"....Ogres..." I mutter. The big brown and green beasts have grown a resistance against the elves magic, so they were defenseless. I load my musket, hop on my mount, and charge toward a group of 3-4 of 'em.
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(Wait, I thought 12 were a pom, so why did a guy think she was pretty while she was mostly covered in clothes and rags and such?)
That was a week ago. Now I had a steady flow of money from my job, and an apartment in the city. Though the furnishings were meager, it was also the site of all my tinkering. Half-finished trinkets and parts littered the workbench, and some of the floor around it. Though today I was in a hurry to get to work and did not stop to tinker for a bit, a whole team of mechanical horses had been smashed in a ditch when theer driver had fallen asleep. We would need everyone on hand at the shop today.
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(Your fine. Completley. In fact that other guy, yoda was an idiot. I've played with him before :/)
I finished my work. A small mettalic spider, to finish my collection. It scuttled into the bronzework box, with the cricket, the snail, and the catapillar. |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
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(How many total? Orges arent smart enough to have more than like 9... I belvie anyway)
She heads in and stops, Somethings wrong, Theres screaming...And gunfire? Since when do elves have guns.... She pulls out her pistols and sneaks up, Noticing orges attacking, She curses under her breath and takes aim, Hitting one in the back of the head with two shots, then aiming at another, Hoping that two will be enough to knock them out atleast, They have notoriously thick skulls...She fires two more and pulls out her swords, Running and then jumping on a orge, She stabs it with both swords, then climbs up to stab it in the head |
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12rjk18Join Date: 2008-04-30
Post Count: 3608 |
(Shes a pom, That looks 90% human, and since shes a traveller she doesnt always wear the Hood...Ive been over this) |
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(Yeah. Generally a 'pretty' pom isalways covered up. But thats to pom kind. Even with the hood down, humans will find beauty, or any other speices, for that matter.)
I smild as I walked from my shop, hoping, hoping to find someone who would accept me fro a person. |
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