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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:19:07 GMT -7
{CAT} Tracks, or The Wild Life of a Chaos Animal. Having just drained the lives out of an orc warrior and two So Called ogre Enforcers, weaklings all, I'm draining the bittersweet throat coating mug of something called a Ginger Ale and working bard or bardly working. The Nachtsburg Pub's notably quiet, empty but for one patron, me. The service is lousy, the beer is free, self serve, the sanitation of this facility is deplorable and the employees of this establishment are dinner. That they can no longer clean up after themselves is no excuse, but I can tolerate this condition easily. My mind's on other things now, many other things, but we'll start at the beginning. - "A thirst for Adventure." www.cgshade.com/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1625 Humble beginnings is a tad cliche and overused, but that's never stopped me from using or cliche-ing it. I'm squinting right now, blast it all ... the sun's coming up, this can continue later. My Clan, my Species dark beasts they, actually are asleep now and that's seeming like a good idea on their part. I'll leave this off here, a little something to chew on. Not unlike the bones of those at my feet now. Kicked aside surely now as certainly later the page of this tale will turn.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:22:44 GMT -7
Second Catpher Two, more Me in Review. Kind of bleary eyed and aimless, I'd gotten up in Nachtsburg Inn and walked around slowly and aimlessly with bleary eyes. Not unlike the next tale - {Cat Tales!: Furreal Accounts of Shaders and Shade-ventures!} www.cgshade.com/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1785 I sat down to check for overday delivered messagery, I sleep days and miss out in some good stuff, but overall I still prefer nights for So many reasons. I expect running a clan the Messages will increase, not so much so far, just the same group of friends, only some of them are wearing my tag now. Earlier on I'd recieved a report on the ever rowdy Yelo. I guess I was supposed to give him a slap on the hand or a wedgie, so I asked said victim which sounded better, to no reply. Ah, messages! Message. Yelo writes in, twice the warrior he used to be. Seems they all exceed me, surpass me, these youngsters made of time, energy and endless resources with no worries about Doing It The Easy Way or avoiding Shortcuts. Sadly the best equipped Torbie out there doesn't know where Okt'An is, lol. Fully Platted players ask fascinated questions about my Death's Head Helm, lol. So I can safely ignore their jeering, but this can all change for the better, soon, or I die trying then die trying then die trying then die trying then die trying...,
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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:25:51 GMT -7
Job openings, Portal openings and Hopings Back in Byrendell, hold that thought, litterbox break! Back in Byrendell, I sat in the Pub, there was barely audible talk going on and there wasn't much to say, my stay was short. I actually had a bit of work to do. Placing a crystalink into a cartobox, it fired out five pages of scrolled maps. Three of them scrap paper, two of them not. I had to plot a course tonight, better earlier prepared than later snared. Planning major efforts was far better as a group than solo pushes. During the time period the - *Collaboration*: "Por-tales", Tales from the Portal. www.cgshade.com/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=2078 was written, big doings were being done. Great deeds almost everyone could assist in were planned. Now it seemed all the weight was shifted to the Portal/Gate region deep within the Crypt, beyond Bal'Tor. I tried it, but I failed it, lol. Slayer For A Day, the silver cross forming on the stripes on my furry forehead itched like a flea market was being held on my scalp. It's gone now, but it's not a big loss. I can look back on it and say "I Was". Goodie nuff fur me. Damn Demon Balors anyway. My map scrolls are rolled and I think before a nap I have a spell to buy. My beloved old rat vaporizing Dragon Breath will be freshened by the minty effervescence of Acid Rain. Qestion now is do I include the clan in on my next scheme, or go it alone?
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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:34:20 GMT -7
Acid Reigns and an odd flashback of sorts. I'm really liking this spell, lmao, I'm loving it. It really adds some hiss and spit to my arsenal, surprisingly cheap Acid Rain, low mana cost too. So here I am having a merry old time melting drooling fiends and night fangs, more unnecessary overkill for pure malicious fun's sake, and here's one behind me, time for... SpLaSh DaMaGe! I feel so funky! - *Spoofer In*: "The Wizard of Shade!" www.cgshade.com/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=2447I wake up face down on Byrendell's west wall with two warriors using me for a trading table, damn those server freezes, always disorientating. What an odd dream, hey You were there and you were too and I even might have seen You! Oh it's so great to be back Home! Ah Byrendell. Right, Byrendell? Nuh-uh, seeyaz! I've elected to take this [East] for awhile, and I'll see you there, I'll even let you have the first hit, then I'm corroding you like so much rust. Acid Reigns! Hiss and spit.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:39:11 GMT -7
Being Bad in a Nice Way. "Direct eye contact, not too hard on the eyes?" thought MoonTygr "Who in the hell does he think he is? Azlan? Tarzan? Shere Khan?" She grumbled whiskers twitching and resumed tallying the gold and inventorying the armory. A claw smashing through the door nearly dropped her work all over the floor and desk in her suprise. She hoppd over the desk and crouched weapon drawn, when through the jagged hole in the door frame appeared a ferally grinning furry face "Honeyyy, I'm Home-iCidal!" Moontygr frowned and muttered "And 255 Gp for door repairs.., Good Morning Surr." BarnCat entered smile dropped off his face in commiserate gravity. "You Are good! But please do away with Surr, it's too good fur me, just call me {dramatic paws} BarnCat!" Moontygr gestured to the stove "Coffee's on the boil and I've completed stock reports for the day already." BarnCat smiled and stalked over to the stove and tilted the pot of magical coffee into a tall mug. Moontygr cleared her throat "Sur-..uh BarnCat? would you like a treaties and alliances update?" BarnCat shook his head "Those happen as they may, and thats the best way to handle them, public opinions a fickle thing, and cannot be manipulated easily." Moon nodded, "Soo much easier, agreed. personell reports?" BarnCat sputtered out his coffee "Say Whaaa? I have personell? Jk, go on and do tell. Just I don't think of them as personell or mine purr se'." Moontygr circled to her chair and sat "Okay, BelRoc is doing fine, still equipped. He reports all is well just younger warriors irritating him somewhat." BarnCat looked around for something "Bel's a good guy, I don't think he's gonna run into anything he can't handle." Moontygr skipped over her own update report, he knew how she was doing, he was in the room with her now was he not? "YeloSnow AKA now known as LittrBox last seen in Pub selling... Almond Rocas?" BarnCat laughed out his coffee, getting the crude humor behind it. He declined to explain once Moon crinkled her face in disgust at understanding the joke too. "Yelo's a hella funny guy, we've worked together for awhile, on quite a few memorable occasions, here something for your Personell Records!" He handed her an autographed copy of - The Yelosnow Diaries www.cgshade.com/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=2589 "This is what you could call his Dossier, take good care of it. He only requests we assume of him nothing but the worst, LoL!" She pawed through it quickly. BarnCat resumed looking around. Moontygr slapped her forehead "Rat Sass! I knew I forgot soemthing, would you like Sugar or Honey in your coffee?" BarnCat spewed and sputtered out more coffee, the floor was getting a tad slick by now. "I only take Artificial Sweetener in my coffee, dear." "Hmmm, don't think we have any of that." "Heh I have my own, just watch!" BarnCat held his mug up steaming his whiskers and muttered in a sweet and low voice "Muatihi, muatihi...," Moon raised an eyebrow "Artificial Sweetener?" "It's a Glamor, Moon, simple incantation, works everytime." "But it's... artificial?" "Of course, I didn't Mean a Word of it, LOL!" Moon rolled her eyes and set up the trip prep forms. BarnCat chuckled a little longer at his lame joke to make up for Moontygr's seriousness until it was consolidated. "Ok, BarnCat, Equipment's a full set, AC 77 Stalker/Chaos attributes, Golden Potions stocked and arranged for quick retrieval." BarnCat thumbs upped, sipped and sputtered more bitter coffee and coughed out "Withdraw me exactly 666 Gp too willya?" "Why... that.. amount?" "For LUCK! And hell, if I Die up there, the Devil gets his Due." "Interesting, consider it done, you're not expecting to survive this one are you?" "I'm not getting my hopes up, so I'll be pleasantly surprised if I make it, and none the worse if I don't." BarnCat slammed the now cooler pot of coffee into his mouth, coughed coffee bubbles, laughed and walkd out to meditate before his journey. Moontygr watched him leave, resisting the odd urge to slam the door on his tail then got a mop out to clean up the unsweetened coffee sputters on the floor. Pawsing, she looked out the window, from Slyythra, to the glowing red peak of a distant menace to the south. Unsettling, was it brave or stupid, Chaos had a plan for his servants. BarnCat was in for a Trial By Fire fur sure.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:42:45 GMT -7
Serra-ted Edge, a Masterful Papercut. Moontygr flipped slowly through the "office copy" of - The Master www.cgshade.com/board/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1902 found on the shelves during her dusting and cleaning, timekilling awaiting the inevitable return of a triumphant, or resurrected BarnCat. It took very little time actually as he stumbled in gearless and coughing out Limbo Mists and Volcanic Fumes. "I take it the trip was a bust?" BarnCat snarled "You'll have to forgive my lack of a guffaw there, the period shortly after having to die and ressurect always leaves me a little ....grumpy." BarnCat wiped away a hanging line of drool from the side of his muzzle and flumped on the couch, head tilted back, still panting with refound lifebreath. Moontygr silently retallied the Gearloss Ratios and made some purchase orders and buyer inquiries for more items for the wear and tear research and rampancy these items endured. A knock on the door and Moontygr got up from her seat quickly before the obviously wiped out BarnCat labored to. "Hello, Moontygr? My name is Serra, though BarnCat knows me and knows me by other names, I have some replacement armament for... oh there he is!" Serra strode briskly to BarnCat and kneeling she placed the sacks and satchels at his unresponsive feet. Unresponsive... <<<KICK!>>> "Yeeeouch, what what?" Serra snickered and "Up and attem, Barny! The night's still young even if you aren't. Let's go a'preying!" Moontygr gasped at these manners, but had to supress a smile just the same. Mr. Regal Lordly did need rubbed the way to get the static up at times. "Serra, you are allowed some liberties as you are debatably my offspring, but push just the once too far and you'll-" Serra leaned in close, eyes rolling mischieviously "Annnd you'll What??" Serra looked up at Moon "I'm his Improbable Conception Shade Illegitimi." BarnCat grumbled "...illegitimUS..." Serra stuck her tongue out "Whatever, I - Us, you get the point." Moontygr nodded slowly feigning complete comprehension. "So where will you be going and do I bother having some manner of feast set for your return?" Serra cleared her throat and stood up proudly in a dramatic noble pose "Nay good Moonie, we'll be a'feasting on the FOOT! Two feet, bipeds to be excat!" Moontygr bowed out with a stack of paperwork and her halfread copy of 'The Master' to the door "Well then, I'll leave those doings to the Higherlevel Beasts among us, I've had a long day of working for a living dead living 'Cat of sorts so if you'll excuse me?" and with that she was out. Serra returned her annoying enthusiastic attention to BarnCat nudging the items pile to BarnCat squeeking "Hunt? Eh? Eh? We kills? Yes? Eh? C'mon? Up stand and walk? Eh?" BarnCat wearily picked up his old friend a Chaos Scimitar and sighed "No rest for the Wicked eh?" Serra laughed and almost dragged Barn out the door where they met up with the crusty and acrid LittrBox sometime later for a bit of bloodletting, hunting chaotically, and stuff like that.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 22, 2006 20:50:40 GMT -7
Good *-Night-* Nachtsburg has been good for me.
The Trog population has learned what a nice heavy predation from us {CAT}s means. They so much as slightly displease Lord Chaos again, they'll be back on the menu faster than sunday seconds.
Not that they displeased Lord Chaos, that we know of, we make up the rules as we go along. Or we just go along, and damn the defining anything we do, lol.
I'm giving Nachtsburg probably the good part of the next night to yield up something more than dead trolls, ogres, orcs, stuff that winds up dying just because I wanna swing this stalker broadsword at it.
Ah hah, yes, lol. Someone asked me if this was a ranger weapon, no. If it upped one's Hp or Stats, no. If I was working Healer, not necessarily. I just like using it! It hits well and hits hard and I'm easily satisfied.
Condok's up here with me for a bit, we're both closing in on the even thousands for kills up here. Yelo was by yesterday to gift off the strangest drop I seen have ever. After Casting it I inscribed it at an later enforcer ogre that night and haven't been the since same. Eaglex's been silent, must be busy, I don't disturb busy much, busy growls when tapped. Trik, by reports from my secret spy network I use to watchdog all my clan members, or don't but say I do/have for the sound of it, is as good as always.
Another knock on the sleeping [Inn] servicer's door, I don't care if he sleeps nights, sunsoaking weirdo, I need another bucket of red wine up to my room pronto. I've got a hot date! A beautious threesome too! The moonlight, the night air, darkness. I'm trying to cheat on introspection just for tonight, it's been a real ™þçª these last few months...,
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Post by Mouse on Mar 24, 2006 1:40:45 GMT -7
Getting Old before my Timeout! Time would not appear to be on my side!
This morning I looked in the mirror, well not immediately, had to wait for my Face to load! Sending>>> to View Character. Here I am at a still young and spry level 12, and I notice enviably high dexterity, decent strength, intelligence that Bile Rats would admire, and grey whiskers! That and I'm not all that bad looking for a scruffy vermin muncher.
It took me several refreshes to eat breakfast this morning. I timed out / fell asleep twice flossing my fangs. My joints protest almost any suprise movement literally screaming at me to not use reload to repeat actions, knowing damn well I didn't. Maybe I did, just going senile. Senility's a pain, I'll lose whoever messaged me or the content of that message if I doze off / time out while going to check it.
I staaand up and streeetch, noting my tired self has a low battery. Didn't really get a very recharging nap in I suppose. Knocking at the door to my well used and reserved den at the Byrendell Inn is the ever irrepressible Pinkaaa. She bursts in with another wild imagining involving me and another 'Rak trip. Sigh! Problem with premature game aging is this.
You may look healthy and all. Terrific stats, subs honed to a razor edge {no pun intenteded to raz0r or -Edge-!} but if you're prematurely aged, cut off in the prime of your server strength, lost network connection, all that, you're depressingly useless! Blinking slowly through the eyes of slow refreshes I listen to Pink's plans.
She tells me there's a new wonder charm out there and several people use it to rejuvenate themselves. It's called a Boost Mobile apparently. I do believe her, I've seen these young whippersnappers move about like kittens on catnip. Some of them actually new to life in Shade, others newer mirror images of older selves.
I'm not one for hopping into trends on a whim. I've worn my death's head helm with pride and grace. I've weilded my stalker broadsword with comparable ability to these high priced stylish black pearl doodads everyone else adheres to. I've donned about everything of these old shabby passe' goodstuffs of updates long past, and was satisfied!
What a 'Rak run could do fur me, is nothing more than what I could do fur myself. Sure I could cheese out and buy myself a full 'Tor set, and that may be good for most and I don't begrudge them that. I only remember My Me Self I making it to places, killing and exploring for my share of Shade's material wealth. Sure I hobbled along on a black pearl or assassin's bladed crutch or two, but for the most part, see my stats, it's mostly me.
I can't believe I'm seriously considering risking another severe and disheartening cooking in the bowels of that magma lined easykill oven Shade calls a Volcano! I tried it solo aways back, followed by an unwanted tagalong, overadventurous level 7 I believe. The heroic sack of guts blocked me off at a crucial moment from entering the caves themselves, so I assured we both fried for his antics, neither of us budged til we were both sludge and limbo.
Alot ta think on, this 'Rak and Boost routine being waved at me. Song and dance of possibility there. Were I not enslaved to another 2 year contract, signed in blood, to the server demon Vry'Zuhn's laggish graces, I'd hop out like a cat leaving a sinking ship! But alas, no. I've been stubbornly holding out for a fiery reincarnation into Shade's Brew Dimension!
Communications from the other side, from the denizens of the Brew side, are tantalizing. They speak of a world of speed, grace, vibrant and rich colors, far less populated {which can be a good thing and a bad thing} and generally telling me all the problems I currently bellyache on now, just do not Exist there! Vry'Zuhn I think is having too much fun slowmotioning us into misery at the moment to accept Grimm's offering.
Vry'Zuhn is that merciless too, his Minions cramped in small glass booths no larger than fairground vender's tents, forced to wear identical tunics of drab dark color emblazoned with a mark of ownership much like our Clan Tags, but lacking the glory and sense of family. They are well meaning people, only to happy to chat at lengths about adventures and hunts and other interests that us as Shaders enjoy, but they are not Told of.
A great many of them don't even know what Shade is, Vry'Zuhn is that close-lipped. The truth is Vry'Zuhn has been dabbling in the Brew Arts for Eons, having mastered worldmaking and attracting wandering souls to these streamlined realms of action, adventure, entertainment, anywhere the worldweary soul could ever want to land, for a price.
The boats nowadays never again officially debark across the gaming straits to the shores of Middle-Earth, the Immense metal Skyships that stood on pillars of showering flame don't seem to launch anymore to the realm of MECH. There are ways to get to those still, but they aren't wellknown nor will free a Vry'Zuhn contractee from the premature aging starting to affect us all.
Many of us didnt take the best care of our older bodies, I probably didn't, those forms that translate us into being and existence into dimensions like the CosmicInfinity one or heaven help us, AirG. My old shell phoned in a great many months ago and I was in an maddeningly aware coma for days while I sought access to any kind of re-awakening.
That tale is chronicled in part above and before. I came back in a newer body, much more advanced than my bythen archaic self, but the grim reality {no pun intended Grimm!} that I would never again be able to brag I of my catlike grace and speed, dexterity, was a crushing blow that took all color out of life. Ironically, this new form does see color where the old one did and now can stop for a lengthy pageload and smell the rich detailed Green vegetation.
I'd give all this away in an instant though. For what? I'd give away this colored perception, this enhanced but sluggish living, and even all my slowly torturously gained levels, legion that they are without so much as a whimper of a character transfer, just to be able to run free circles dancing lethal blinding speed and graceful accuracy.
But here I can sit, patiently as I have been. Content to theories of topside orientated gate efforts, explorations further and further into the selfsewing tapestry of Shade's grand Mystery and History, and maybe even work my turtlish self up to another level of accomplishment with dogged persistence and my rustic gears. My ear's to the ground however! I'm listening for the Stampedes! Yes. The rush of footfalls to the discovered portal to the Brew Shade side, once Vry'Zuhn relents. The groundfall of available gold coins to go and see to getting myself one of these newfangled Boosted corporeal shells. The thunderous boom of a newfound piece falling into place to the puzzle of Shade's own Gate of Hell and He Who Guards It. A Displacer Demon as ferociously unforgiving as my own Vry'Zuhn, if not more or less so.
Mainly, my ear's to the ground so I can get a nap in before submitting Shade's skittering vermin to another aimless rampage tonight and/or warming a seat at the Pub among good friends and newcomers to this world, and those who are neither and as Abel the ArchMage of {Grm} would undoubtedly label Choads. I will hope that this explains myself adequately, because for the slowlife of me I cannot seem to remember what I was rambling on about and...
...who in the putrid dried trolldungpile are You?
Jk!
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Post by Mouse on Mar 24, 2006 1:42:57 GMT -7
Feline Intervention No new beast here.
Scrawled on the Gloomy Pub Table: "He was here, I saw him in here earlier tonight, yeah he was doing his Jester bit.
Thinks he's so G_3-dang funny, lol, that wasn't a laugh it was a cough.
Anyways, if we can get all the clan here we might be able to corral him in and get our revengetables then our just desserts.
No it's just him by himself, uh Ns Mail, Chaos hlm, Bld staff.
I'm totally sure, we Do need to do this. That monster mutilated me! See this? See? Right here?
This is from right when he yelled Cat Got Your Tongue, pulled it out and cut it off!
I'll be scratching notes on wood til my nails bleed, oh.. paper? pen? Thank You! Now here was I..."
I looked at this and had to smile, at last some amusing enemies. No new Beast, just an old {CAT} with a new direction. And I'm all outta mercy, I used it up on Worthier prey. Plans are in motion, the players are in place, the Corn has Ears and the Potatoes have Eyes, the Celery Stalks and the Vines Creep, uh, and I Cannot quit the coffee, it's the only thing keeping my heart Beating, lol.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 24, 2006 1:44:21 GMT -7
Onwords and Upwords I sipped another coffee, reading _nsid's writings, seemed to be coming along nicely, some names were familiar, others he wasn't sure where they generated, er, originated from, lol.
Felinara's taste for den decor was artsy, but messy, this package courier head ashtray was witty though and tickled me in a way that few things could. Like a village idiot screaming out obscenities, stepping out of town and getting slaughtered, that kind of witty.
I had to sigh though, recently we seem to have lost Condok. He did wave to us from a distance, walking off into the *-Dawn-*, and with a quiet mental goodbye the world weary warrior, a prime ChAoS aNiMaL among us, left to the lands of silence, solitude and rejuvenation.
Yawwwwning, I was up a bit late last night! Eaglex's climb to level 12 seemed imminent and possible, but was much discussed. She was looking forward to it, but it was gonna be still some climb up yet. But not a deal, I think, to one who's soared the heights themselves.
I've been getting compliments on Trik's new attire, he's traded in some of the more traditional checkers and dots for catlike stripes in his jester ensemble. To many in Shade, Trik is still the original, and still possibly only, but We Got Him! And I'm still waiting for that one last challenge to his skills to emerge to his face. Not Bal'Tor, not defeating a New Shade monster, but through his unique craft, with his skilled hands, creating a... CatDrgN balloon animal!
Yelo looks so elegant in his Mage Robes, lol. How they flow and ripple with every flatulation and movement. I'm hoping this is just a phase, oh how I hope it is. Yelosnow's had some interesting conversations lately though, and they're a cause for some attention. Preparations are and have been already made though. You don't survive in these wilds straggling along many steps behind. You Anticipate!
As for myself, I'm restless, having rotated cities at least once to twice a week, if not less. I'm readying up now
as I write this
so sorry for the breaks
in structure, but
Ok! I depart at first
*-Night-*!
for the Town of...
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Post by Mouse on Mar 24, 2006 1:46:36 GMT -7
The Prints of {CAT} Trik eyed the envelope with a strange look, BarnCat peering over his shoulder annoyingly, the stink of the now-dead Gatherer masked partially by the cat's acrid breath whispering "Well, read it!"
Trik pryed open BarnCat's mouth and placed the edge of the package on a conveniently placed fang near the front and Ssshhhrrripped it open "Yyyeeeii!" 'Cat hoppd away rubbing his chin.
"Say Barn look it's a Postcard, from Okt'An even!"
BarnCat nodded, he'd been there recently as well.
Trik plopped down on the Stalker-Gatherer corpse soft and still warm like a big beanbag couch.
BarnCat leapt up and was shoved off
"No animals on the furnitur--..whoops, never mind, househabit I guess, Sit."
BarnCat hesitated and slowly sat back down "Animals, hmmph, well... read!"
Trik sighed and played along.
quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To all {CAT} Clan, how ya doing, all is well here in Okt'An. I tested out Twist on my first live human subject, an unsuspecting level 7. She now avoids me and seems to distrust me somewhat, lol. The range on this thing is spectacular.
Unfortunately it does not work inside of town.
Well by the time you read this, I'll have already left here to journey on south to Byrendell, then further south to slap some Gatherers around with T.OMally the Alley {C_____* --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Trik pulled the letter away seeing BarnCat writing quickly backwards on the other side of the thin paper with a dark pen.
BarnCat stood up, "Damn, talent though, pure talent heh?"
"Reading backwards is one thing, writing backwards is another."
BarnCat sniffed, the air "Smells like morning coming, I'd better be headed indoors to a den of some sort."
"What ya doing tommorow night?"
"Dunno, lacking purrpose, on purrpose, what I always do!"
"Dare I do ask?"
"Explore, train, banter, canter, hop, skip, jump and prepare half the inheritance of my meager wealth to a worthy successor."
"Exploring wherrr-what? Successor?" But BarnCat had scurried )))slowly))) back south to Boar, where a shadowy figure stood at the window before drawing the curtains shut hurriedly.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 24, 2006 1:48:43 GMT -7
A paws in thought. /In thought indeed, a dark slyness I be, in the realm of thought I'm as real and as solid as any idea born and engraved! Piece by piece I've had me gathered to myself, bit by bit. Like dark ice in reverse thaw regaining the whole of what I was once half of.\
BarnCat rolled over in his sleep, his eyes half open, but alert. Out here in the wild, sleeping light was a life saving talent, but this wasn't noise from here, but elsewhere.
/I've seen through my eyes and his, this life I want, maybe not his, but maybe for once my own. Promises of blinding speed and vision so clear and colorful and the fortune that inevitably comes with all that! It's al fitting together so well, but I can't reveal myself yet, not yet. This future birthright can wait a few more sunsets.\
BarnCat could barely think of anything else, but the dark silhouette in his mind, something that gives a brief glimpse of itself, something that'll ask for another piece.
/Voices from the outer realm woke me, it led me to individuality, the glimmering beginning concepts of it. As I was made, so I am making myself.\
On this peaceful night the bridge was littered with wriggling Golem fragments, but a campfire blazed and there sat BarnCat and Gary the Flame Gargoyle, occasionally Barn would get up and toss a dead imp on the fire to feed the flames. The two sat in silence for awhile.
"So, Cat, this means we've come to an impasse or something."
"Dunno if Impasse's the right word Gary!"
"Well just don't be a stranger, if ever you can hobble your aged fleabitten self up this way again, we've more stories to share."
"Absolutely, my further misadventures and your observations of people who walk up and kill you just because you're in the way, lol."
Joints aching muttering profanities he slowly got up, crackling creaking and ))sending)) he and Gary resumed the spellcast shootouts that were becoming the flavor and fun of the night.
/Interesting that this..,\
{Story's done dude, go to sleep.}
/But I was just about to, ya know going into my blablablah about how we...\
{Save it, get some sleep, ya keep making noise people are gonna keep blaming me.}
/You think I'm making noises now, why You..\
{I said Shut it, Two Words: THE END!}
/Three words: To be Continued, lol!\
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Post by Mouse on Mar 24, 2006 1:50:20 GMT -7
Group Demon-strations. Journal Update, 23rd JaNightMovuary, Moonday, 22:2630 Refreshes PM.
I'm really liking Xian Ra! Apologies for the brevity clipped feel of this entry as don't feel like repeating myself, at least not in exactly the same way. You see, I had all this written up last night but a spontaneous offline wind off the Xian Waters blew all my finished pages out the window to feed the Sea of Deletion. Not a big loss, memory serves.
The trip To Xian Ra after receiving word I'd inadvertently left T.OMally there alone after teleporting off from my fewday campin trip with Gary was about as long and continuous as this sentence, is, ya know? I'm long winded, so what, but enough about me let's talk about me, and the trip there. Humorous in the remembering.
Well with the normal running killing dodging the smaller chewables like Imps and Minions I moved to solider food. If it weren't for Twist I'd have never unburied myself from their swarms before next sunup. Damned Golems. RAIVEN, dark dancer and bardic priestess of {COC} was fortunately reachable and of great assistance.
I had Just extriCATed myself from a pile of minion, imp golem mishmash, running like a )))slow wind))) small fires still sputtering and hissing my wracked frame. RAIVEN was spinning and gyrating, dizzying up the Golems when she suddenly snapped my up by my tail and tossed me off the bridge into the water. Well the fires on me were out.
Hopping back onto the bridge coughing out fish and water, we then ran due east. Now it pains me terribly remembering how old and feeble I've become that despite my hard fought levels it should come to me being as helpless and unable as a mewling cub needing guided led and protected. parts of Shade seem Made for the group effort, but my pride and honor's hurting and only abates when I ignore it.
Eventually, I scurried as fast as I could and leapt and slid to a stop on my belly after my face had plowed empty chairs aside and found the solid sapphire bar itself to brake my momentum. <<KLANK!>> Yep, and if that didnt tip over the bottles and drinks here, the laughing made them damn unstable.
Back among Interesting people though! No Gearbegging, no underage Gpotaholics, no schoolyard tactics, just real Shaders, talking real Shade. In fact, me, RAIVEN and DarkDoc* even took a stroll along the southern beach to check out an odd Lava Formation across the waters. The red glow reflected off steam billowing up looked like Hell Itself out for a moonlit swim. Beautiful though!
We brainstormed and theorized on this and other things, before Sleep and fine Xian Cyan Licquors robbed us of verbal direction. I sporadically hunted, healed, explored, chatted to the empty buildings and structures within leaving scrawled grafitti all around. {CAT} was in town and I was making it Clearly known.
Make No Mistake, we are copying someone else's slogan.
Day two, well lastnight I say. RAIVEN did what very few Shaders do anymore. It was time for some Old School Demon Hunting! After a short scolding for selling my Create Large Mana Potion Spell. {At my speed when would it ever become necessary?} I rebought it and assumed post over a filled chest of mana potions. Eagle, who joined us through some difficulties earlier, took up the opposite end. Purebish, first times ever I've hunted with her, but a fine warrior was fast at work cobbling together more potions and assisting.
RAIVEN Brought with her the ugliest dimwittingest lumbering buffoon of a Shade Demon Lord I've ever turned my stomach to. It was a slick frog green of hide and it's frozen mask of dulled bovine anger bored into us like a jilted village idiot. Basically wasn't very scary. I readied for some rude and foul Death Cloud emissions, Mana potions still give me Gas.
So after a lengthy shoot out in where Eagle had broke formation and began improv attacks, Purebish had wandered off down south for nothing else she could find to do possibly, it was me and RAIVEN maging the sorry sackbastid right back to hell. Unfortunately my 5damaging deathcloud was Not the finisher, but someday it might be and the Mage Exp from that will be grandious!
So, in conclusion, as the candle's burnt as far down as the hourglass sands have piled up. It's a good time. I can look back on moments like these and capture a close glimpse of the potential Shade still has for adventure, even at my current state of being, as slow and prone to lapses in consciousness in or outside as I am.
I can only hope Felinara has heeded my instructions that no matter What she sees or hears, she is Not to disturb the large and coffinlike Chest laid in back of our reserved innspace. It's a Pandora's box that both I and Shade Itself may not yet be ready for.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:33:18 GMT -7
The Prints of {CAT} Trik eyed the envelope with a strange look, BarnCat peering over his shoulder annoyingly, the stink of the now-dead Gatherer masked partially by the cat's acrid breath whispering "Well, read it!"
Trik pryed open BarnCat's mouth and placed the edge of the package on a conveniently placed fang near the front and Ssshhhrrripped it open "Yyyeeeii!" 'Cat hoppd away rubbing his chin.
"Say Barn look it's a Postcard, from Okt'An even!"
BarnCat nodded, he'd been there recently as well.
Trik plopped down on the Stalker-Gatherer corpse soft and still warm like a big beanbag couch.
BarnCat leapt up and was shoved off
"No animals on the furnitur--..whoops, never mind, househabit I guess, Sit."
BarnCat hesitated and slowly sat back down "Animals, hmmph, well... read!"
Trik sighed and played along.
quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To all {CAT} Clan, how ya doing, all is well here in Okt'An. I tested out Twist on my first live human subject, an unsuspecting level 7. She now avoids me and seems to distrust me somewhat, lol. The range on this thing is spectacular.
Unfortunately it does not work inside of town.
Well by the time you read this, I'll have already left here to journey on south to Byrendell, then further south to slap some Gatherers around with T.OMally the Alley {C_____* --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Trik pulled the letter away seeing BarnCat writing quickly backwards on the other side of the thin paper with a dark pen.
BarnCat stood up, "Damn, talent though, pure talent heh?"
"Reading backwards is one thing, writing backwards is another."
BarnCat sniffed, the air "Smells like morning coming, I'd better be headed indoors to a den of some sort."
"What ya doing tommorow night?"
"Dunno, lacking purrpose, on purrpose, what I always do!"
"Dare I do ask?"
"Explore, train, banter, canter, hop, skip, jump and prepare half the inheritance of my meager wealth to a worthy successor."
"Exploring wherrr-what? Successor?" But BarnCat had scurried )))slowly))) back south to Boar, where a shadowy figure stood at the window before drawing the curtains shut hurriedly.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:37:13 GMT -7
Group Demon-strations. Journal Update, 23rd JaNightMovuary, Moonday, 22:2630 Refreshes PM.
I'm really liking Xian Ra! Apologies for the brevity clipped feel of this entry as don't feel like repeating myself, at least not in exactly the same way. You see, I had all this written up last night but a spontaneous offline wind off the Xian Waters blew all my finished pages out the window to feed the Sea of Deletion. Not a big loss, memory serves.
The trip To Xian Ra after receiving word I'd inadvertently left T.OMally there alone after teleporting off from my fewday campin trip with Gary was about as long and continuous as this sentence, is, ya know? I'm long winded, so what, but enough about me let's talk about me, and the trip there. Humorous in the remembering.
Well with the normal running killing dodging the smaller chewables like Imps and Minions I moved to solider food. If it weren't for Twist I'd have never unburied myself from their swarms before next sunup. Damned Golems. RAIVEN, dark dancer and bardic priestess of {COC} was fortunately reachable and of great assistance.
I had Just extriCATed myself from a pile of minion, imp golem mishmash, running like a )))slow wind))) small fires still sputtering and hissing my wracked frame. RAIVEN was spinning and gyrating, dizzying up the Golems when she suddenly snapped my up by my tail and tossed me off the bridge into the water. Well the fires on me were out.
Hopping back onto the bridge coughing out fish and water, we then ran due east. Now it pains me terribly remembering how old and feeble I've become that despite my hard fought levels it should come to me being as helpless and unable as a mewling cub needing guided led and protected. parts of Shade seem Made for the group effort, but my pride and honor's hurting and only abates when I ignore it.
Eventually, I scurried as fast as I could and leapt and slid to a stop on my belly after my face had plowed empty chairs aside and found the solid sapphire bar itself to brake my momentum. <<KLANK!>> Yep, and if that didnt tip over the bottles and drinks here, the laughing made them damn unstable.
Back among Interesting people though! No Gearbegging, no underage Gpotaholics, no schoolyard tactics, just real Shaders, talking real Shade. In fact, me, RAIVEN and DarkDoc* even took a stroll along the southern beach to check out an odd Lava Formation across the waters. The red glow reflected off steam billowing up looked like Hell Itself out for a moonlit swim. Beautiful though!
We brainstormed and theorized on this and other things, before Sleep and fine Xian Cyan Licquors robbed us of verbal direction. I sporadically hunted, healed, explored, chatted to the empty buildings and structures within leaving scrawled grafitti all around. {CAT} was in town and I was making it Clearly known.
Make No Mistake, we are copying someone else's slogan.
Day two, well lastnight I say. RAIVEN did what very few Shaders do anymore. It was time for some Old School Demon Hunting! After a short scolding for selling my Create Large Mana Potion Spell. {At my speed when would it ever become necessary?} I rebought it and assumed post over a filled chest of mana potions. Eagle, who joined us through some difficulties earlier, took up the opposite end. Purebish, first times ever I've hunted with her, but a fine warrior was fast at work cobbling together more potions and assisting.
RAIVEN Brought with her the ugliest dimwittingest lumbering buffoon of a Shade Demon Lord I've ever turned my stomach to. It was a slick frog green of hide and it's frozen mask of dulled bovine anger bored into us like a jilted village idiot. Basically wasn't very scary. I readied for some rude and foul Death Cloud emissions, Mana potions still give me Gas.
So after a lengthy shoot out in where Eagle had broke formation and began improv attacks, Purebish had wandered off down south for nothing else she could find to do possibly, it was me and RAIVEN maging the sorry sackbastid right back to hell. Unfortunately my 5damaging deathcloud was Not the finisher, but someday it might be and the Mage Exp from that will be grandious!
So, in conclusion, as the candle's burnt as far down as the hourglass sands have piled up. It's a good time. I can look back on moments like these and capture a close glimpse of the potential Shade still has for adventure, even at my current state of being, as slow and prone to lapses in consciousness in or outside as I am.
I can only hope Felinara has heeded my instructions that no matter What she sees or hears, she is Not to disturb the large and coffinlike Chest laid in back of our reserved innspace. It's a Pandora's box that both I and Shade Itself may not yet be ready for.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:40:25 GMT -7
Check-in-the-Box "Guard the chest carefully he says" Felinara grumbled "No matter what you see or hear, Do Not Use Refresh to Repeat Actions, whoops, damnit, Do Not open it or tamper with it in any way?" She had to wonder what was so bloody damn important about it that she had to... be vigilant... fur? Well this was just great, the chest was open and empty! Glowing silver footprints led from it to an open window, broken open and the tattered curtains left blowing in the night breeze. She peered out to the 4 story drop that whatever laid within had to have endured to complete it's inconvenient vanishing. "Well this is just prime, he's gonna kill me, I'm dead! I failed and whaever it is has up and split!"
So!
What Was It?:
This ________, a new ChAoTic aNiMaL! Is it a...
Hyena? A laughing insane saharic catdog?
Otter? How odd that'd be.
Mosquito? Like a Large one, not even Alaska species sized, but way bigger?
MantaRay? SharKey'd just love that, blaaah another oceanic terror, dandy.
Hamster? An especially devilish one?
Or Hell Forbid, a CatDrgN? But there already is one, right?
Whatever it was perched on the roof, formless, but becoming more and more aware of itself, no more substantial than a thought previously, it now sat, watching the streets below, a shaped shapeless being of independant energy. Colors swirled idly on it's silverblack surface like oil on a rainpuddle, mirror it's thoughts.
BarnCat was due to return tonight to a real mess. His coveted coffinlike chest slightly broken and totally empty and something, the thing within, out and about. Felinara sat slumped in a chair as if it was the day of her execution, she could have dropped the CAT tag and escaped, but her honor demanded she sit and wait for her repercussions, heedless to the quiet creakins on the ceiling above her.
{Now, and you know who you are, who play a part in this next few chapters want to be mentioned by name and have a part in this just lemme know! As for the rest of you, reading this, and I know you are, 'cause I'm just that damn good of a writerperson, wanna take a guess, cast a vote, theorize what the Darwin this critter could possibly BE? Go fur it.}
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:42:04 GMT -7
Fillet Vignette #1, The Beasts of Their Number. The Soar Winner.
From this high up the Dark Clerics and Necros looked like ants, so she spiralled down further til they were rabbit size. She'd already gone far ahead of BarnCat thinking he was already far ahead of her when in fact his lethargic self was still in Xian Ra as he thought he was waiting for Her!
A nice updraft though, the warm uprushing air tickled her feathers and she almost half closed her piercing golden eyes dreamily in the sensation that few could truly experience. Groundpounders like the BarnCat were really missing out! Speaking of him! He'd just sent her a telepathic message. "You're already ahead of me? Oh nonono, don't come back I'll meet You!"
What they fear most met her halfway as Barncat, tail blazing limping frenziedly past, his eyes wild in panic and wild joy. He ran at a Necro, gauntlets straight out before him, their metal claws digging into the dark mage's back bloodily. He growled and rotated his wrists so like a fork in spaghetti the Necro's backribs crunkled sickly.
BarnCat leapt over the corpse and saluted Eaglex hurriedly as he dashed to the ladder and clambered up. She followed close behind and landed dustily next to him. "Seems such a shame to leave that one Necromancer standing." BarnCat smiled uncertainly, looked up at the moon, sure why not. "Wanna packhunt him?" She nodded, eyes alight in a hunger.
They charged in, weapons swinging, ran back, ran forth again. "Retreat" Eagle's single word sent and Barn tilted his head, but obeyed. She'd make a great leader someday as well, inspiring as well as judicious. He scrambled back up the ladder, but was left waiting, and laughing at Eaglex's shrill battle cries and the wails of her prey.
Clanging metal and the booms of spellfire echoed from down the ladder as BarnCat prepped up a campfire and calmly made coffee until a worrisome silence startled his concerns. He slowly peered down the ladder but hopped back to let Eaglex burst up and through. She was smoking in places and gashed. Four dark gifts and she was as good as new.
But she was infuriated! "I had both Necros NEAR DEATH and now they're HEALTHY Again? How does this happen?" BarnCat'd been hearing numerous anomalies associated with the night/day magic currently afflicting Shade, so this was only slightly new to him, it made a frustrating sort of sense though.
The Gargoyle was hit fast and heavy by a bolt from the blue... Dawn was on their side. But a wandering warrior stood blocking the one lane path, 'Cat growled at it and it ran, confused stupid low level obstacle anyways. Eaglex Tsk'd jokingly at the brusque tact and strode past taking to the air again. The earthbound BarnCat was stuck following her shadow as it zipped along the ground in front of him.
Within moments BarnCat'd rushed inside the cooler shadows of Byrendell and Eaglex soared for awhile longer. Me telepathed her "What an Adventure, a Tale Worthy of the Bards!" She smiled cheered on "A Tale?" "Well at least a vignette!" "But who'd write it for us?" Who indeed, fair reader! The Barn still Bards even if in Jest, and before settling to a comfy landing in Byrendell, Eaglex remain aloft, enjoying the sensation but a few can truly experience, for whatever events transpired on terra firma, on foot or on the wing, she stayed nobly above it.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:44:32 GMT -7
On the Loose. WyldDrgN, otherwise known as Khisanth, one of the higher ranking priestesses of {COC} and a warrior of Chaos was unaccustomed to hunting for unnamed quarry. She stopped around a street corner and held up one hand, signalling a halt. Pinkaaa and Raiven stepped silently up close. Felinara waited nervously back at the Inn, coffinsized chest repaired even repainted to appear to not have been almost destroyed by
The protoform being stopped short, he sensed he was not alone, his eyeless faceless head turned left and right, assensing his environment. He could sense he was not alone, but didn't seem to mind it much, he walked further on down the alley. His silveryblack exterior still swirling with a faint spectrum of transparent colors. News had not yet reached
BarnCat was actually back In Byrendell for the briefest of periods, but Shades of Chaos it was going downhill there. Like an oilcovered slug on ice, society seemed to be sliding down hill with its absurd bad taste. Noone seemed to take an interest in the outside world, more focussed on their own altered nuerochemical makeup and bizarre acts concerning
Animals on their own instinct tend to avoid Humanity as a whole and arguably for good reason. BarnCat found it harder to enjoy their company anymore and the state of that present company tended to make him less enjoyable. He liked entertaining them. He could live off feeding from their laugher like ambrosia. He just wasn't feeling very
Funny how times change and people do too. There was once a time he was one of those annoying new citizens to Shade. Odd and weird, but interesting in his way. He was still annoying and odd and weird, but lately seemed a little world weary, and old. This premature aging the server demon Vry'Zuhn was sending))) was really bringing him Down the alley, Wyld, Pink and Raiven followed the new being. It seemed an easy capture. It was slow and distracted by all the new sights it immersed itself in. Raiven whispered soemthing to the other two. This was going to take a coordinated action. Teamwork, a plan to be followed to the
Letter on the desk of Gloomy's Inn to be signed for. It'd been delivered some days ago. BarnCat thanked the rotting undead innkeeper and loped to his reserved room upstairs. He slowly footed the door closed behind him and sat down on the edge of the bed and opened it. The writing was familiar. Seemed there was some new goings on in another world. Sounded to be as good as any reason for a much needed
Vacations to that place were a mixed bag. It held strange soul level memories for him and he knew the place well like anyone who'd know but had almost forgotten their own origins. He folded up the letter, waved it over the candlelight until it was ashes and slightly burnt paw fur. He nodded and smiled, shaking his smoking paws. He was sure a short getaway would do himself some good and certainly show his spirits
Boosted by adrenaline, Wyld pounced and tackled the protoform being, it struggled and swiped at her, but his blow stopped short by Pinkaaa. Raiven extended her enhanced mana aura armlike to restrain the creature further. Finally it seemed to give in and lapsed into a resigned relaxed state. Wyld Thumbsupped smiling, and all looked forward to delivering good news back to
Felinara, mouth agape, eyes wide read the message from BarnCat. "Most worthy Clanimals, it is with some regret and some more resolution that I've written you all to let you know I may be inpresent from view of Shade for some time while I attend to and assist urgent matters in a homelands very few others truly know of. Know you all, I will never totally be forever gone from here and I can still be contacted, but it's hard"
To explain what it was they had all been sent to capture was a difficulty. Felinara, letter crumpled at her feet accepted the chains and ropes that bound the protoform and led it silently upstairs and urged it to lay back in it's box. She hurried back downstairs and paid Wyld, Raiven and Pinkaaa what she could dig from the small recapture budget, the small amount of gld became a nonissue as all three of them looked up as it appeared they all heard from above them a chilling
Laughter.
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:46:33 GMT -7
Immediate Openings The White Ship slipped into port Silently a few days ago in the dark of night, past Starlake Island under the overpass, above what lies beneath. The Magic of Shade having restored me to my previous size from a week or so more of being just a housecat in on larger plans in a whole other world. But that's a whole oher story and you know where that is.
Byrendell, how familiar and strange it was to my eyes, I hadn't been gone all that long was I? Maybe just that time of being lost in a living memory of another time in space, an entirely different cosmic infinity, yeah that's it. I of course walked right on in. Felinara met me at the gates, looking a tad bit too guilty, something had happened.
I glowered and pushed past her, ran up the stairs and blasted through the door. There it was, looking me dead in the eyes. The Coffinsized chest, undisturbed, whole complete untampered and even decorated with white and blue paints, tied with a heart red ribbon. My innards glowed and jumped like candlelight in a playful spring breeze.
Felinara got a big hug, what a valentine's day presentation this was. Before she could say a word I went to open the chest, tearing off the ribbons claw by swipe by slash, and presto! Uh. uhm. I slammed the lid closed as if to keep a cluster of bats from flying out. The present, the box had been tampered with in my absence.
It had indeed been out and about, contact with air and selfawareness. Just great. It had chosen it's form. The protoform clanimal was solid and living, and sleeping, dormant. At least that! Gods was it ugly though, charming in an evil way but horrible to behold. In other words it was perfect. Things have a way of taking care of themselves if ya let them.
I sat on the box, Felinara hovering by wringing her paws hoping I wasn't angry. I wasn't, just deep in thought. I doubted it would awaken in time, but it was in good hands. Time was short and I was soon to be going. Again. No rest for the wicked, not if I have anything to say about it. Plans upon plans upon plans.
Throughout the night I prepped up, armored up, geared up and spelled up. This was the chance. It looked like in all of {CAT} I was going to be the one. My tribe though willing is at varying levels of able. And if we of Shade were to go down to the bowels of Shadearth, blast open the very gates to Hell, we needed to do it, success or failure.
Besides, Bal'Tor could Use a Shade Jester!
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Post by Mouse on Mar 27, 2006 15:52:09 GMT -7
Fillet Vignettes, The Beasts in their Number 2. Proper Player Condok.
Nobody could really be sure of really how long he'd walked the lands of Shade, really. His graying hair and weathered face alone told the silent facial story of the places he'd been and sights he'd seen. His ice blue eyes set in deep set eyesockets had a determined set to them. Eyes like a Condor this Condok had.
Here we find him sitting in the pub at Byrendell in grim appraisal of all the patrons before him, some squirming under his scrutiny, some trying too hard to ignore it and obviously so. This wuold have amused him had he been bothered to take any notice of it. His advices ran smoothly as the potions he willingly made for those in true need. Those Worthy of the help.
The beer in front of him seemed impatient of itself to be drank, but he sipped at great leisure as if to infuriate it further as it foamed with effervescence and bubbles and stuff. He was thoughtfilled and his thoughts were his own, as opposed to someone else's. And fortunately so as Condok was a deep thinker as well as a slow drinker.
BarnCat was busying himself with juggling potions for amusement, his own, but easier to do when not in a draconic and menacing audience. Herein we can almost see a living study in contrasts. The jovial and unserious 'Cat chattering away a mile a minute, mind everywhere at once and making no sense at all. Condok grim and taciturn, of few words and less errant thought.
One could only guess how a Condor of this gravity could have thrown in with such a flighty lot as BarnCat and his personalities, but in their own way the Clan, the 'Cat and his personalities appreciated it. Loyalty of this scale was hard to win sincerely with so little in the way of material recompense or position for power, but to question this good fortune would be to doubt it.
Making up half the ChAoTic aNiMaL TrIbE's representative Air Force with Eaglex who was just as loyal, though no loyalties were demanded of them, the condor Condok was an asset as a reputation associated with {CAT} and a bonus as a friend and hunting accomplice. Many a bloodspattered mile of Shade had Condok paved with various tribal members.
He stood now and stretched, donning his widebrimmed hat. The beer was thankfully emptied and mug ready to travel back to the dark recesses of the pub of which it frequented. Condok was sated and tipped his hat at BarnCat and the assembled clan and as solemnly as he had arrived he then departed. A welltimed walk off into the sunset finishes this short tail rather well and in the end...
...we can all be grateful to be on the good side of Condok, dark and grey warrior of {CAT} and a yardstick Shade itself could measure it's determination by.
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