Post by Mouse on Oct 28, 2006 11:32:56 GMT -7
#DESGUI4# A Halloweentime Tail, The Deadbolt! Part One of Two, Lock On.
By BarnCatDrgn
A well cast Mage's Wrath sheer blasted a crumbling layer off the hapless rockbeast that still flailed angrily with stubby arms at the out of reach target. GOTHICAT laughed, paused to let power build up with a deepening hiss and let loose another wide hot beam of blue magic. This was what it was all about, after some three years of hearing warriors talking about wrathing this and wrathed at that it was all now so clear.
With a spell like this a mortal or lich was a walking energy cannon! Sure it was a mana guzzler, but applied well and aimed right it was a killer deal. a few more blasts and the humble modest amount of mana this cat could afford was tapped out and now it was on to brute physical foce with the divine mace, a weapon so intricate and revered it seemed almost a sacrilege to use it as a lowbrow rock hammer, butthe reverence was never a strong point of the being we read of in this story.
P, Chaos: "Barn, uh Gothic, something? You busy?"
Reply, GOTHICAT: "WHAT?! Uh I was but no I can get available. What's up? Am I in trouble?"
"Lol, no, but I need you to come here, I have something for you, keep it hush hush, can you do that?"
"Awesome, I'm on my way, where you at?"
"Meet me in uh let's see, ok Training? Sound good?"
"Sounds just fine dude. Running back now."
Now this was an odd occurence! 'CAT checked mentally to see who all was online, and yet there was no Chaos seen! Not surprising when he remembers he's received summons from Grimm before as well without the late Wizard of Light even being visibly present. He strode into town as fast as he could, and stopped short. There was a single light on in the Training Hall, and a lone one shadowy form paced the room then sat.
GOTHICAT:>Entered
Chaos:>Seems he's been busy violating the silent sanctity of my rooms some more. 8S
Chaos:> *groans inwardly at all the absurd writing*
Chaos:>Entered
'CAT quickly sat down and casually lit a cigar, eying cautiously this Chaos, it could be a trick, it'd been done before, once even by himself.
Checking, Chaos{KoS}, Lvl 30 Infernal Platemail of the Damned, Death Scythe. Adding him as a friend to his notes verified that this was indeed the very Chaos. His armors reflected the fires in which it was forged, the Death Scythe an oversize projection of black steel danger leaned against the wall near him shimmering as if it was laughing inwardly at all that dared to live.
Chaos waved an armored gauntlet generously toward a seat across from him at the table he sat and 'CAT cursing inwardly how easily he obeyed AnYoNe, but curiously eager to be in the presence of Shade's Ruler of Darkness did sit. "Well hey ya hi ya and a hearty how ya do Mr. Chaos?" Chaos paused to lend the scene an awkward silence no doubt to reassert his control over the situation.
"I asked you in here to see if you wanted to help me try something out," Chaos paused for a rumbling breath that was like a volcanic purr that GOTHIC' wished he could emulate "you can see it as both a high form of praise, or a low form of punishment." A slight pause here tensing "So I am in trouble then, we can negotiate here." Chaos laughed out loud, causing the paintings on the walls of diagrams of elder dragon hunting maneuvers to rattle as if by a strong wind. "No, as far as I know you are not, unless you feel you should be then you'd better tell me why, I'm not going to waste air lecturing one such as you who are on the Shade Forum so much what exactly C.F.S. still entails."
GOTHICAT smiled, cool! What minor mischiefs he'd been accused of and what he'd actually been up to were still two seperate things, and when in Bal'Tor do as the people who wish to remain intact there also do. He'd let a few folks, by good acts or dark stalkings, know what he thought of them and that the power though he never claimed to have it or seek it could be his at any time he so pleased. This got some grudging respect, withdrawal, and comradery. All things he was more comfortable just being himself within when possible.
"Hello? You still awake? Don't log out on me, cat." Snapped out of reminiscence and at attention. "Uh, yeah, go on, so what's this you wanted ta discuss?" Chaos leaned forward, firey red eyes alight like twin blood moons on his nightsky colored features. "I have a rare item for you to accept. I've watched your progress and frankly ... I'm perplexed. You do alot of flipping back and forth between mortal and undead and I'm wondering what the problem is? Is the path I offer that hard to keep to? It is the path to power, but it is only for the most steadfast. Now I'm not sure you really serve me so much as you serve yourself, but as we're both self serving, keep that under your hat, you serve me by default. Wouldn't you agree?"
So he wanted to do wordplays, the subtle intricacies of the language, triple and quadruple talk, this warranted an equally witty comeback! "Yuh-huh." Chaos laughed, tickled, he'd fired off his most widespread verbal trapnet at this cat and it had returned it with a total absence of comprehension, at least at first, but reading deeper he saw the cat really wanted to seem as if he knew more than he was letting on. This one might just be of some use yet, but still keeping an eye on his moves was a precaution.
Chaos brought forth his Death Scythe, causing the cat to jump in his seat, and patiently undid one of the restraining bolts on the blademount, then placed it on the table between them. kLiNk! |////> "You see this? Cat? This is a Deadbolt. Made out of most unbreakable form of metal in the land, forged by the darkest might in the midst of the darkest night, immovable and unshakable. I'm giving this to you as a symbol of a decision I wish you to make once and for all time."
It burned the paws with a sizzle and a pained shake. "Careful there it's still cooling." Chaos smirked "Should not have gotten grabby there, let it cool, it's not going anywhere, yet." GOTHICAT, starting to get bored of his name, asked directly "So what do I do with this thing, and won't your so-called what passes for followers these days be after my limbones for it?" ... "No, and if you're wise you won't be blabbering to anyone about this either or I will take it back without warning for any reason I deign to offer and still let them kill you, though it would do them no good."
The Deadbolt cooled to a lazy darkred glow and had even stopped trying to burn a hole through the table, still in it's place on the Death Scythe another bolt has replaced the one taken out as if it had not left. Some slight of hand there from Chaos, or something even more powerful than any Shader could comprehend. "Basically Cat, TID Number #######, I know you top to toe from skills to kills, and I'm tired of your indecision. My army is not a summer job. You might not ever be truly fully loyal to me, but you do lack determination and commitment to your own betterment. This I offer you and just once. You equip this Deadbolt and you serve me so long as I see fit to keep you, not at your own discretion, mine. You equip it and keep to the path to power I offer you all, or within days weeks who knows, this Deadbolt will rapidly rust to nothing in your timewasting paws. Nothing in your backpack, nothing in your bank, nothing."
"Chaos, there aren't really enough item slots to add something like this on. Unless that double item equip fashion phenomena awhile back..?.."
"It's not equipped in the armor or weapon sense, or even inscribed before your ever creative mind can trouble me asking. You are to drive this through your sternum at the moment of death and resurrection. Don't worry about not being able to, it will quide itself in as soon as you make it contact with yourself. See, you seem to treat undeath like your own personal barn, leaving the doors open for casual in and out passage at your whim, and it just can't be like that. Not anymore. You are giving up what could be a very beneficial gift in the long run! Lich-hood, and who knows maybe more!"
The GOTH blah, 'Cat picked up the Deadbolt, sniffing it, then yelping as some sort of black lightning leapt from it to his nose with a tiny electric pop. "Ok, so I have time to decide? So ok. I'll bank it for now, promise not to PO or AH it, I'll keep it safe. In a few days you'll see my answer. Either what I damn well hope will be a new breed of chaotic animal or a pawful of rust flakes I'll Drop All and let some other poor schmoe try picking up."
Chaos stood up, put his helmet on and grabbed hold his Death Scythe, stretched out. "That's all I ask, BarnCat, a decision. Though I must say, that you are even at all judiciously weighing your options does you fair credit, you do not leap at that which baits you, you circle it, stalk it, and prowl your way patiently and deliberately to conclusion. Most have found a hasty and careless pursuit of their prey has knocked them back down the food chain, and brutally too I add."
"Yuh-huh."
"Lmao, too funny. Anyway, I must depart from here, it's been a strange pleasure talking with you face to face as it were. May we meet in more agreeable times and much cooler climes."
Chaos:>Left
You are alone in this room.
"Duh, I knew that! Wow, neat, a new item. Better bank it so I don't lose it, just in case."
GOTHICAT:>Left
GOTHICAT:>Entered
GOTHICAT:>Left
GOTHICAT:>Entered
GOTHICAT:>Left
GOTHICAT:>Entered
GOTHICAT:>Uh ahem "Oh of Course I'll join your prestigious clan of , as the new leader! (hyuk hyuk) You had but to plead for me to!"
GOTHICAT:>Left
Now with that covered over and covered up, the chaotic animal many know as hey you or dumbåßß shut down activities for awhile to start in writing more stories, like he said he wasn't going to, and replying to his previous entries with a daring Chaos may care
Submit!
Meanwhile, back in
Training:>1
An invisible Zanden sat in silent witness with a smile that one could only guess as to it's source, just as the decision tumbling around in the BarnCat's mind was still an unknown, even unto himself.
Con to betinued!
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By BarnCatDrgn
A well cast Mage's Wrath sheer blasted a crumbling layer off the hapless rockbeast that still flailed angrily with stubby arms at the out of reach target. GOTHICAT laughed, paused to let power build up with a deepening hiss and let loose another wide hot beam of blue magic. This was what it was all about, after some three years of hearing warriors talking about wrathing this and wrathed at that it was all now so clear.
With a spell like this a mortal or lich was a walking energy cannon! Sure it was a mana guzzler, but applied well and aimed right it was a killer deal. a few more blasts and the humble modest amount of mana this cat could afford was tapped out and now it was on to brute physical foce with the divine mace, a weapon so intricate and revered it seemed almost a sacrilege to use it as a lowbrow rock hammer, butthe reverence was never a strong point of the being we read of in this story.
P, Chaos: "Barn, uh Gothic, something? You busy?"
Reply, GOTHICAT: "WHAT?! Uh I was but no I can get available. What's up? Am I in trouble?"
"Lol, no, but I need you to come here, I have something for you, keep it hush hush, can you do that?"
"Awesome, I'm on my way, where you at?"
"Meet me in uh let's see, ok Training? Sound good?"
"Sounds just fine dude. Running back now."
Now this was an odd occurence! 'CAT checked mentally to see who all was online, and yet there was no Chaos seen! Not surprising when he remembers he's received summons from Grimm before as well without the late Wizard of Light even being visibly present. He strode into town as fast as he could, and stopped short. There was a single light on in the Training Hall, and a lone one shadowy form paced the room then sat.
GOTHICAT:>Entered
Chaos:>Seems he's been busy violating the silent sanctity of my rooms some more. 8S
Chaos:> *groans inwardly at all the absurd writing*
Chaos:>Entered
'CAT quickly sat down and casually lit a cigar, eying cautiously this Chaos, it could be a trick, it'd been done before, once even by himself.
Checking, Chaos{KoS}, Lvl 30 Infernal Platemail of the Damned, Death Scythe. Adding him as a friend to his notes verified that this was indeed the very Chaos. His armors reflected the fires in which it was forged, the Death Scythe an oversize projection of black steel danger leaned against the wall near him shimmering as if it was laughing inwardly at all that dared to live.
Chaos waved an armored gauntlet generously toward a seat across from him at the table he sat and 'CAT cursing inwardly how easily he obeyed AnYoNe, but curiously eager to be in the presence of Shade's Ruler of Darkness did sit. "Well hey ya hi ya and a hearty how ya do Mr. Chaos?" Chaos paused to lend the scene an awkward silence no doubt to reassert his control over the situation.
"I asked you in here to see if you wanted to help me try something out," Chaos paused for a rumbling breath that was like a volcanic purr that GOTHIC' wished he could emulate "you can see it as both a high form of praise, or a low form of punishment." A slight pause here tensing "So I am in trouble then, we can negotiate here." Chaos laughed out loud, causing the paintings on the walls of diagrams of elder dragon hunting maneuvers to rattle as if by a strong wind. "No, as far as I know you are not, unless you feel you should be then you'd better tell me why, I'm not going to waste air lecturing one such as you who are on the Shade Forum so much what exactly C.F.S. still entails."
GOTHICAT smiled, cool! What minor mischiefs he'd been accused of and what he'd actually been up to were still two seperate things, and when in Bal'Tor do as the people who wish to remain intact there also do. He'd let a few folks, by good acts or dark stalkings, know what he thought of them and that the power though he never claimed to have it or seek it could be his at any time he so pleased. This got some grudging respect, withdrawal, and comradery. All things he was more comfortable just being himself within when possible.
"Hello? You still awake? Don't log out on me, cat." Snapped out of reminiscence and at attention. "Uh, yeah, go on, so what's this you wanted ta discuss?" Chaos leaned forward, firey red eyes alight like twin blood moons on his nightsky colored features. "I have a rare item for you to accept. I've watched your progress and frankly ... I'm perplexed. You do alot of flipping back and forth between mortal and undead and I'm wondering what the problem is? Is the path I offer that hard to keep to? It is the path to power, but it is only for the most steadfast. Now I'm not sure you really serve me so much as you serve yourself, but as we're both self serving, keep that under your hat, you serve me by default. Wouldn't you agree?"
So he wanted to do wordplays, the subtle intricacies of the language, triple and quadruple talk, this warranted an equally witty comeback! "Yuh-huh." Chaos laughed, tickled, he'd fired off his most widespread verbal trapnet at this cat and it had returned it with a total absence of comprehension, at least at first, but reading deeper he saw the cat really wanted to seem as if he knew more than he was letting on. This one might just be of some use yet, but still keeping an eye on his moves was a precaution.
Chaos brought forth his Death Scythe, causing the cat to jump in his seat, and patiently undid one of the restraining bolts on the blademount, then placed it on the table between them. kLiNk! |////> "You see this? Cat? This is a Deadbolt. Made out of most unbreakable form of metal in the land, forged by the darkest might in the midst of the darkest night, immovable and unshakable. I'm giving this to you as a symbol of a decision I wish you to make once and for all time."
It burned the paws with a sizzle and a pained shake. "Careful there it's still cooling." Chaos smirked "Should not have gotten grabby there, let it cool, it's not going anywhere, yet." GOTHICAT, starting to get bored of his name, asked directly "So what do I do with this thing, and won't your so-called what passes for followers these days be after my limbones for it?" ... "No, and if you're wise you won't be blabbering to anyone about this either or I will take it back without warning for any reason I deign to offer and still let them kill you, though it would do them no good."
The Deadbolt cooled to a lazy darkred glow and had even stopped trying to burn a hole through the table, still in it's place on the Death Scythe another bolt has replaced the one taken out as if it had not left. Some slight of hand there from Chaos, or something even more powerful than any Shader could comprehend. "Basically Cat, TID Number #######, I know you top to toe from skills to kills, and I'm tired of your indecision. My army is not a summer job. You might not ever be truly fully loyal to me, but you do lack determination and commitment to your own betterment. This I offer you and just once. You equip this Deadbolt and you serve me so long as I see fit to keep you, not at your own discretion, mine. You equip it and keep to the path to power I offer you all, or within days weeks who knows, this Deadbolt will rapidly rust to nothing in your timewasting paws. Nothing in your backpack, nothing in your bank, nothing."
"Chaos, there aren't really enough item slots to add something like this on. Unless that double item equip fashion phenomena awhile back..?.."
"It's not equipped in the armor or weapon sense, or even inscribed before your ever creative mind can trouble me asking. You are to drive this through your sternum at the moment of death and resurrection. Don't worry about not being able to, it will quide itself in as soon as you make it contact with yourself. See, you seem to treat undeath like your own personal barn, leaving the doors open for casual in and out passage at your whim, and it just can't be like that. Not anymore. You are giving up what could be a very beneficial gift in the long run! Lich-hood, and who knows maybe more!"
The GOTH blah, 'Cat picked up the Deadbolt, sniffing it, then yelping as some sort of black lightning leapt from it to his nose with a tiny electric pop. "Ok, so I have time to decide? So ok. I'll bank it for now, promise not to PO or AH it, I'll keep it safe. In a few days you'll see my answer. Either what I damn well hope will be a new breed of chaotic animal or a pawful of rust flakes I'll Drop All and let some other poor schmoe try picking up."
Chaos stood up, put his helmet on and grabbed hold his Death Scythe, stretched out. "That's all I ask, BarnCat, a decision. Though I must say, that you are even at all judiciously weighing your options does you fair credit, you do not leap at that which baits you, you circle it, stalk it, and prowl your way patiently and deliberately to conclusion. Most have found a hasty and careless pursuit of their prey has knocked them back down the food chain, and brutally too I add."
"Yuh-huh."
"Lmao, too funny. Anyway, I must depart from here, it's been a strange pleasure talking with you face to face as it were. May we meet in more agreeable times and much cooler climes."
Chaos:>Left
You are alone in this room.
"Duh, I knew that! Wow, neat, a new item. Better bank it so I don't lose it, just in case."
GOTHICAT:>Left
GOTHICAT:>Entered
GOTHICAT:>Left
GOTHICAT:>Entered
GOTHICAT:>Left
GOTHICAT:>Entered
GOTHICAT:>Uh ahem "Oh of Course I'll join your prestigious clan of , as the new leader! (hyuk hyuk) You had but to plead for me to!"
GOTHICAT:>Left
Now with that covered over and covered up, the chaotic animal many know as hey you or dumbåßß shut down activities for awhile to start in writing more stories, like he said he wasn't going to, and replying to his previous entries with a daring Chaos may care
Submit!
Meanwhile, back in
Training:>1
An invisible Zanden sat in silent witness with a smile that one could only guess as to it's source, just as the decision tumbling around in the BarnCat's mind was still an unknown, even unto himself.
Con to betinued!
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