A Third Wish For Forrever

[Radium]

Woot. I'll write some worthles crud. Anyway, I like medival stories.

<center>
Chapter One
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter1.gif
The End Of Forever
</center>
<i>You're probably wondering who I am and why I am writing this. Who I am is not important, but I am writing this because today I will die. As we camp within this makeshift fortress, we are within sight of an enemy so powerful, perhaps not even the king's greatest army could withstand one attack. We are, by far, not the greatest army, commanding about forty soldiers in all - me included. Under the untrained leadership of a knight and a priest, our army has neither the power or proper leadership for this battle.
However, knowing we have no chance of survival - or surrender - I have accepted this fate. It could be worse, we could be fighting the undead. It is said the only fate worse than death is being raised as a mindless undead soldier. The undead are said to be between life and death. But by all accounts, they are dead. Their bodies are simply magically animated, a shell used by some magical force. There is no state between life and death.
We are not fighting undead. We face a foe much greater. There is nothing we can do. Except fight. Even if we are all destroyed, we can at least die knowing we killed as many of them as possible.
But what if none die? Will we have all fallen in combat for nothing? Why would this happen?</i>

[4I Falcon]

I'd comment in greater length, but the string of expletives that would fall from my slack-jawed expression of amazement would get me killed.

[Radium]

I know. That's why I got this too.
<center>
Chapter Two
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter2.gif
Two Horsemen
Aka Radium suxorz at drawing horses
</center>

The cold wind blew through the seemingly uninhabitable swamps. It tangled around ancient decaying the bones of those who had not found their way though, brushed though the tall grass-like plants, before finally vanishing into nothingness. The Swamps of the Lost - appropriately named - were more like a jungle this time of year. While in a forest or jungle, one would see colorful flowers hanging from the plants and rocks like fireworks, the Swamps were simply endless green all around, contrasted by a splash of brown where the occasional tree had not yet been overcome by moss.
Against a boulder a primitive shelter had been constructed. It was a simple tent, made from tree branches and various wild animal hides. In front of the shelter, a humanoid feline was attempting to start a fire, more successfully than many could do with two sticks. Her entire body was shrouded in dark gray fur, and he had long hair of that same color. She wore a loose animal skin shirt and pants, hopefully from a normal animal - not someone she didn't like. Her eyes appeared to illuminate an ominous shade of purple, reflecting even the tiniest bit of light off their smooth surfaces.
The wood began to smoke slightly when she stopped moving. Her left ear moved slightly as her glistening eyes shot to her left. Though many would be unable to hear it, the noise of breaking twigs echoed through the air. Two swift flashes, like horses galloping, passed behind the trees before her. Breaking the calmness of believing to watch unnoticed, she felt something breathing down her back and let out a yelp of surprise.
Behind her, a knight in full armor was mounted on a small white horse. The light passing throug
h the tall trees bounced off his silver armor, practically making it seem the same color as his horse. He moved his armored hand to his face and flipped up his helmet's mask, the large yellow feather in back briefly shaking at almost the same rhythm as the tree branches. He, too, was feline, but more muscular - maybe a tiger of sorts.
"State your name and occupation, soldier!" He stated militaristically. His voice sounded noble, but so much so it appeared he was trying quite hard to sound that way.
"Forrever," she responded, " I work as a pathfinder, for these swamps," Though there was a pun associated with her name, she didn't feel like explaining it. Frequent travelers sometimes said "it would take Forrever to get through the swamps", and they definitely meant it.
The knight looked somewhat confused about her name, but continued talking regardless "Have you seen a man pass through here recently? Tall, of unidentified species, with a deep scar across one eye, likely accompanied by several undead? And did you assist him though in any way?"
Forrever turned back to the two sticks she was attempting to start a fire with. "I generally don't give out information on those who I'm paid to help," she began, "but I can't say I really like the undead. Charged him a bit extra." If the knight kept persisting, she didn't see any harm in telling him where this man went. After all, all she did was tell him the direction of the nearest village. Regardless, she didn't want to take sides in any battles, so she changed the subject. "Do you need help getting out of here?"
A hooded figure in a brown robe, also mounted on a horse, strode up beside the knight. At first, Forrever couldn't tell if it was male or female. As it began to speak, it's voice didn't help much, though it did seem a little more male than female. "Sir," he inquired, "perhaps we do need some assistance escaping-"
"Alkin", the knight said as he turned, "You aren't here to make decisions for me. You're here to heal me when I'm injured," the knight turned his head away stubbornly, "and that's all."
Forrever laughed slightly, but noticeably, at the thought. Either the knight or his superiors had been so confident he'd be injured, they sent a healer priest along with him.
In a flash the knight's head turned to Forrever. "Here me, Miss Longtime or whatever, I'm the great grandson of the famous Sir Josiah the First," he began, "father of the slightly more famous Sir Josiah the Second," Forrever looked behind him, at Alkin. Alkin's shoulders were slouched forward exaggeratingly as his tail, brown with a black ring, swished back in forth, almost like the pendulum of a clock. Perhaps that was what he wanted it to look like.
"So, you're Sir Josiah the Fourth?" Forrever interrupted.
"No, actually that's my brother," The knight looked in a random direction angrily, "You may call me Sir Gillion."
"Sir Gillion," Alkin began, "If there's nothing to be gained here, maybe we should start trying to find our way out. Who knows, maybe I'll get an opportunity to heal the Great Sir Gillion!"
Gillion turned a U-turn on his horse. "Whatever you say," he mumbled as he galloped off. Almost immediately, his head smashed into a low tree branch. "I don't need to be healed yet!" he called back to Alkin, straightening his helmet with his free hand.
"I guess I'd better be leaving," Alkin started, also turning around, "It's been nice meeting you, Forrever," He paused a second, trying to locate the direction Gillion had gone off in. He quickly found it, and said "Go on, Derby!" to his horse. The horse responded almost immediately by carrying him off into the distance.
"They'll be back," Forrever thought to herself. As she turned back to her fire, she noticed a small red flower growing on a rock. It was definitely the most noticeable thing in this all-green swamp. Small yellow streaks across the flower's red surface were distorted by the tiny round dew drops sliding off. Forrever plucked the flower off and let it fall into the opaque swamp. She liked the green color scheme.

[Fawriel]

Holy crud...

Meh, luckily I don't like reading long texts... I'd get respect before you reading this. Scary.

[4I Falcon]

O_O


O_O;


O_O;;


*dies*

[Radium]

I'm not sure I'll be accepting any joiners. I may just occasionally add a cameo or two (like Alkin's horse, Derby, will actually play a large part. He'll be carrying Alkin around for most of the story.)

[n0]

A derby cameo!

And a really sweet story.

`N0

[Fawriel]

Bah...

Now I took a glance into it. And tuh-dah, now I respect Rad.
WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO?

[Radium]

Please don't respect me. At all.

I'm also considering having Derby neigh whenever Alkin starts using bad language... but he's a priest, how often is that?

[n0]

A footsoldier standing by Derby getting shot at: "Oh, sh..."
Derby: "Neigh!"

[Radium]

Yay, good feedback.

What's going to be unique about this story is that there's going to be a very important turning point nowhere near the climax. You'll just have to see what that means when I get there. I also may occasionally (especially in times of great suspense) release the next chapter's chapter title. Like now, even though there's no suspense.
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter3.gif

Oh, and if you were wondering, the first chapter is a sort of flash-forward to something Forrever's writing in the future.

[Kaz]

Ughh... I know what you mean. It actually makes him look smarter x.x

[acid]

More!More!More!More!More!

Verra good story, me likes! When I first saw this, I thought, "Forrever? It's forever, silly," but now that I've seen chapter 2, I know what you're talking about.

Yay, Derby the censorhorse is back! ^^

*waits for the next chapter, willing Radium to include a cameo for him*

[Radium]

*waits for the next chapter, willing Radium to include a cameo for him*
I'm not going to be packing cameos like "then she saw a flock of geese named Acid, Kaz, and 4I." If I need someone, maybe you'll be there. I have most of this planned out in my head, I just need a chef, a (female) roc, and a druid.

[Radium]

<center>
Chapter Three
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter3.gif
Skkar
</center>

"I still don't need to be healed!" Gillion insisted. Alkin, riding beside him, seemed to think otherwise.
"Gillion," Alkin explained, "You can barely use your left hand!" Alkin was now traveling with his hood down, revealing a masked raccoon-like face. Long hair randomly twisted down to his shoulders, blowing slightly in the wind traveling through the desolate swamps. His eyes were such a light shade of gray that from a distance they appeared entirely white.
"Well excuse me," Gillion spoke sarcastically, rubbing a badly scarred hand, "I thought it was the nice kind of owl - you know - the type wizards have."
Alkin's mind wasn't changing. "You can't even hold the reins," he pointed out, concerned. Sure enough, Gillion's quivering hand had almost no control over the horse.
"So? The horse is smart enough, I don't need to control him," defended Gillion, right before being carried into another low tree branch. While Gillion was recovering, straightening his helmet again, Alkin quietly summoned a ball of while light in his right hand. Without warning, his other hand snapped out and twisted Gillion's arm painfully backwards. Alkin smashed the ball of light onto Gillion's injured hand as Gillion escaped and recoiled.
"What was that for?" he questioned, before noticing his hand was completely healed. He turned away. "Well, now you have to heal my elbow you broke."
Alkin laughed. "Only if you want me to break your shoulder."
Forrever quietly stood behind a large, moss covered tree. She had been following them, waiting for them to decide they needed help. Or for Alkin to decide, anyway. Gillion would never admit he was lost.
Alkin looked around. "I think we've passed that tree before," he said, pointing to a large tree standing next to him, "I carved my name into it."
Gillion rode closer and looked at the moss covered surface. The word "Alkin" had been engraved in with a sharp stone. "Well, I'm sure there's plenty of Alkins lost in these swamps," Gillion spoke, riding away.
It was quite fun watching them quarrel, but Forrever felt that she should help. She quietly scaled the tree she was hiding behind, and climbed out onto a limb to watch from above.
"Well, maybe we could use a little help," Gillion admitted, "what happened to that path finding girl?"
Forrever, now seated on the branch, bent her legs under it and swung backwards. Alkin, now face to face with an upside-down Forrever, jumped backwards off his horse in surprise. He got up immediately, wiping the mud from his robe. "How long have you been following us?" he questioned angrily.
"Since I determined you had no chance of getting out," she replied.
"Since the beginning, then," Gillion muttered, not realizing the joke was about him.
"So, where are you headed to?" Forrever asked. After the third time they went in a circle, she had given up finding it out herself.
"We're looking for that man we mentioned earlier," responded Alkin, "he goes by the name of Skkar, conveniently. Since you gave him directions, perhaps you could help us find where he went."
Forrever thought for a moment. She wouldn't usually tell where someone went, especially to their enemies. But she still disliked the undead. "He went north towards the nearby village about an hour ago," Forrever paused, guessing which way north was. "He should be coming right this way."
"Good," Gillion began, but he was interrupted by Forrever.
"Not good, he had two skeletons with him, the powerful looking kind."
"Liches, most likely," Alkin explained, "Undead spellcasters," he paused. "We wouldn't stand a chance."
Forrever looked around. "I know a hiding place around here, we could wait. They'd pass right over us."
"That sounds like it would work," agreed Alkin. Stubbornly, Gillion just nodded and turned away.

It was almost twilight by the time they heard something approaching. The three of them were hiding in a large cave under a cliff, large enough to also hold the horses. It was an ideal hiding place. From the south, it looked like a simple cliff, only visible when looking from the north. Since Skkar was headed north, they had nothing to worry about.
The sound of something approaching got louder, Forrever signaling for them to be quiet. Even the horses seemed to comply. The only noises that could be heard in the darkness of the cave were the approaching figures outside and the soft wind whistling through the entrance. The sound of running horses became distinguishable. Now even the wind seemed to become silent.
Looking up from the cave, they saw a great gray stallion leaping off the cliff. They could not make out the rider's face, but he wore a tattered black cape, partially curled around his fox-like tail. His hair was pitch black and tied in a ponytail, loose strands still flowing through the air. His right hand held a rusty silver cutlass with a skull-shaped emerald in the middle. Two more horses leapt from the cliff, only these were not normal horses. The white bones showed through decaying flesh on one, while the other had long since become a complete skeleton. Regardless, the steeds were perfect for their lich riders. The liches, clad in chain mail armored robes, laughed wildly as they soared through the air. Several bones fell off the skeletal horse as it landed, splashing into the swampy waters.
The one on the living horse, Skkar, was headed directly for a tree. He turned his head around, revealing a pair of the most fearsome green eyes. If Forrever's eyes were said to appear to illuminate, this man's eyes did illuminate. Forrever and Gillion backed up slightly, afraid of being seen. One on Skkar's eyes was half closed due to a deep, swollen red scar running from the center of his forehead to the bottom of his jaw. He nodded to one of the liches and it raised it's staff at the tree. In a flash of green flame, the tree stood no more. The gray stallion leapt over the dieing green flames as the undead horses passed right through them, lich riders laughing madly as their bodies burned. They couldn't feel it, and weren't worried. And then, as quickly as they came, they were gone.
Forrever, Alkin, and Gillion stood watching the burning tree stump for almost an hour, before Gillion got up. "Well," he announced, "now that that's over, why don't you come to the tavern with us, Miss Forrever?"
"You seem to have your priorities straight," Alkin commented quietly. Gillion turned towards him.
"We're traveling that way anyway. They don't allow undead in the tavern, so maybe we can get Skkar while he's alone."
"I guess I do have to help you get through the last eighty feet of the swamps," Forrever said. Gillion laughed, but Alkin knew she was serous.

[n0]

Nice. This is almost as good as CT's. Maybe even as good.

`N0

[Radium]

if no_life = true
{
chapters/day = 2;
}

<center>
Chapter Four
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter4.gif
If the Mind Believes Something Is Real
</center>

The murky waters retreated to the depths of the swamp as the surroundings changed to a colorful spring forest. This put them only about two miles from the village, one mile of which was forest. At any rate, it was night. And forests are always more dangerous at night. Especially when traveling with a knight who has a problem underestimating his height.
There was a soft "thud" noise, followed by the rustle of falling leaves and metallic creaking of straightening a helmet.
"I'm okay!" Gillion's dazed voice called out from the darkness.
Alkin sighed. With a flick of his wrist he summoned a small sphere of light. "Catch," he called, tossing it to Gillion. After several failed attempts, Gillion managed to gain control of the annoyingly slippery ball of light. Forrever, still traveling with them, couldn't help but laugh at the poor knight's trouble.
The call of a wolf echoed through the forest. Though they continued walking, the echo repeated for almost a minute, slowly dieing away. A low growling came from behind the bushes, as small shadowy figures poured out onto the path. Too many to easily count, each one's dark figure moving as swiftly and silently as a shark through water.
"A pack of wolves..." Gillion observed, pausing the group.
Alkin's eyes scanned the path. "More than a pack," he corrected, "maybe three score."
Gillion's hand reached for his sword as the wolves advanced. "Can't you just say 'sixty' like any normal person?" The wolves were forming a half-circle around Alkin and Gillion, ready to attack. The two of them dismounted their horses and Gillion lightly pushed Forrever back. "Let us handle this," he said, clearly imitating a noble voice again.
Ordinarily, Forrever would offer to help, but she wanted to see how Alkin and Gillion would handle this. Neither seemed too experienced in combat.
Gillion drew his sword and took a defensive stance, as Alkin put his hands around an imaginary sphere at his side, like a mage's spellcasting pose. They both stood still for quite some time, as the foaming mouths of the wolves moved closer. Gillion stared at Alkin for quite some time before finally saying "Well? Launch a fireball or something!"
Alkin looked back at him. "I'm a healer, not a sorcerer."
"I've seen you use magic to cook potatoes," recalled Gillion, "Just do that same thing."
"Wolves are slightly different from potatoes," Alkin said. None the less, he began conjuring a small red flame between his hands.
One of the wolves jumped. The four-legged creature's swift movement would have taken many by surprise, but evidently Gillion was not entirely absent-minded. He slashed his blade sideways, cutting a gash deep into the wolf's fur coat. The bloody carcass of the animal fell lifelessly to the ground. Another wolf leapt for Alkin. Twisting his arm downward, Alkin's small red flame spread into a wall of fire, and the burning animal fell to the ground, leaping around in agony. Alkin was still a priest, and therefore would only fight in defense.
The wolves kept coming, leaping at the pair from all angles. Gillion slashed wildly, cutting down as many as he could. Alkin's wall of fire had been morphed into a burning whip, which tangled it's deadly coils around the necks of the approaching creatures.
The two of them were being badly outnumbered. Both of them could see this. They were now fighting back to back, with wolves completely surrounding them. "Hand me the potion," Alkin requested. Gillion reached into his pocket with his free hand and retrieved a small vial. "Defend me," Alkin ordered, as he moved the flaming whip to one hand and began drinking the potion.
Forrever had seen that kind of potion before. A group of nomads who commonly traveled through the swamp knew that they couldn't find Forrever to help them every time, and a normal compass wouldn't work in the Swamps of the Lost. That was what made the swamps so difficult to cross; almost all the rock in the area was magnetic. When you think you're going north, you discover you're just walking towards a large rock. That was part of the reason she had built her shelter near a rock. Anyway, knowing a normal compass wouldn't work, one of the nomads trained in simple magic. It would take a powerful mage to create a magical compass, much more powerful than anyone who had only undergone simple magic training. However, the nomads always carried a pack of potions. When their magician drank one of these potions, his skill increased almost to that of an Archmage. That must have been what Alkin was doing!
Alkin finished drinking and threw the vial behind the wolves to distract them. While Gillion fought the ones too smart for that trick, Alkin put his hands apart and closed his eyes. Electric looking bolts of energy began creeping from near his chest and up his arms. The energy that had reached his hands began manifesting into spinning spheres of light. Gillion was swinging his sword like a madman at the attacking wolves, protecting Alkin. The spheres of light in Alkin's hands were glowing as brightly as the sun now. Forrever had to shield her eyes. In a rain of sparks, Alkin clapped his hands together, the energy flowing into a form in front of him. It slowly took shape, into a four armed creature, swords materializing in it's hands. And elaborate helm carved itself from the energy, and finally, the figure was complete. A Wolfslayer!
Wolfslayers, as they were called, were a type of ghost said to form from the spirit of someone mauled by a pack of wolves. They were believed to last until all the wolves in the area were dead. And with four long blades, the poltergeist was optimized for slaughtering the vicious animals. However, this was no usual Wolfslayer. It's entire body was transparent, glowing an unearthly silver color. It was an illusion, magically created. Hopefully, the old theory about illusions held true. "If the mind believes something is real,"
"Then it's blade is just as deadly," Forrever finished aloud. Alkin plunged his hands into the illusion and froze, his eyes now glowing the same shade as the illusionary Wolfslayer. The illusion, however, began to move under his control.
Several wolves launched themselves at the illusion. Quickly turning, it's two right blades diced the attackers in a single mighty slash. Evidently, that triggered an unusual silence, which overcame the entire forest. The wolves knew they couldn't defeat the illusion, and Alkin wouldn't attack them unless they attacked first. Slowly, the retreated back into the silent depths of the forest. As they blacked up, the shadows overcame them, making them invisible once more.
Gillion looked over at Alkin, frozen in place with glowing eyes. He prodded him in the shoulder, immediately dispelling the illusion and returning Alkin's consciousness. "Lucky I was here to save you all," Gillion bragged. Alkin had given up arguing with him. He did, after all, hand Alkin the potion. That was barely saving them all, though.
After that, it was unlikely anything in the woods would attack them. They just had a little over a mile to go before reaching the village. The village where Skkar would hopefully be.


Chapter 5 will hopefully be done tomorrow. A big one.
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter5.gif

Edit: Horrific gramatical error edit! Wrong plural of wolf.
Edit2: Misspelled horrific. =P

[Kaz]

weee.


int rate(Random, Good, Bad, Mood, Respect)
{
While(Radium=TheSux && Respect!=0)
{Respect--;}
int overall = ((random+mood)/2 + good - bad)/Respect;
return overall;
}



apstring chapter[20];
apstring rating;
int GoodMagni(rand()%10+1);
int Bad Magni(rand()%10+1);
int Mood(rand());
int Respect4Radium(5);

while(! TheEnd() &&! OldChapterChk())
{
rating = rate(rand(),GoodMagni,BadMagni,Mood,Respect4Radium );
Cout << Compliments[rating];
}

Been quite a while since I've programmed, only 39084329809423 syntax errors. In them was a divide by zero locked in there ;D

[Kaz]

Oh yeah, well written. I'd say it's better than CT, but she's got a reputational noose around my neck. Although most stories lack those twists and turns that make a book good now --.

[Radium]

Hehe. This will have a twist alright. I've already left a ton of hints to what it is. And there's only one division comand I see in your code. A divide by zero error would mean respect = 0, wouldn't it?

[Kaz]

Oh dear, I believe I made it too obvious ;D.

EDIT: It should in every forum except for WT... it's good writing for now and a twist is being sensed... but first impressions will stay for quite a bit ;p.

[acid]

if no_life = true
{
chapters/day = 2;
}


no, no, no. The if statement goes like this:

if life = 0

that way the computer isn't confused.

Oh yeah, and great chapter!

{
if chapter_quality = excellent
{
rating = 5
}
if chapter_quality = great
{
rating = 4
}
if chapter_quality = good
{
rating = 3
}
if chapter_quality = poor
{
rating = 2
}
if chapter_quality = abysmal
{
rating = 1
}
}

if I ran this program through any of these chapters, rating would equal 5.

[Radium]

How about just rating on 1-5 and using:
{
rating = chapter_quality
}

?

[acid]

How about just rating on 1-5 and using:
{
rating = chapter_quality
}

?

heh. That would certainly be less complicated.

[Kaz]

Hmm. Couldn't you declare something like this?

apstring rating[5];
rating[0]="abysmal";
rating[1]="poor";
rating[2]="good";
rating[3]="great";
rating[4]="excellent";

cout >> "That was an" >> rating[ReadChapAndOpionate()%5] >> "chapter." >> endl;

if(getch())
{
cout >> "Heheh... freeze!! WEEEE!!!" >> endl;
int moron(1);
while(moron!=0)
{moron=moron*1.298398493;
}



well actually, none of us actually know the order of the program... I just made up that code to say Radium = tehsux. I forgot how to store strings too besides APstring which is the loser way x.x.

[Radium]

Still looking for a chef and a druid. Need the chef soon...

Next chapter will good. Mostly dialogue, but I'll get to develop Skkar a bit.

[acid]

*volunteers for chef*

hey, an inventor and a chef aren't that different, so why not?

[Radium]

*volunteers for chef*
hey, an inventor and a chef aren't that different, so why not?
This gives me an idea. I think I'll use you, I just may change some colors and rearange your name a bit...

[Coppertop]

Good stuff, Rad
Hopefully this one will last longer than your previous one. :D

[Radium]

I started a previous story??
*searches WT for threads by Radium*

Well, if I did... it's forgotten now.

Edit: Finished search. Meany. You had me panicing there for a minute.

[Radium]

Word hated this one. When you're trying to write an accent, expect many annoying red underlines.

<center>
Chapter Five
http://www.foxmage.com/Chapter5.gif
Unlikely Hero
</center>

As the scarlet colored sun rose over the horizon like a shining jewl, the small village became visible in the distance. The whole place appeared to be little more than a tavern, inn, store, and several houses. Despite it's size, the village was a comfortable little place.
"Why do you want to come to the village, anyway?" Alkin questioned Forrever.
"There's a few things I need to pick up there that you can't find in the swamp," she replied. It was true, in fact, earlier that week she had written down a list of things she wanted to buy. She rummaged through her pocket, retrieving a small piece of paper with the word "matches" scribbled across it. She didn't need them, but rubbing sticks together to make fire could drive one insane.
The small town in front of them grew larger as they approached. It was all focused around a tavern in the center. The sound of music and talking echoed from the tavern's open windows, making the town seem busier than it really was. The two liches waited next to another building. If Forrever recalled correctly, undead were not allowed in the tavern.
Alkin and Gillion dismounted their horses and entered the building. It was larger inside than it appeared from the outside. Apart from the long table the bartender was seated behind, several round tables were scattered around the room, with a particularly large amount of people at one. Forrever, Gillion, and Alkin approached, straining their necks to see over the crowd.
An old female ferret in a long brown jacket was arranging several bottles on a table. She pulled a rock from one of her coat's many pockets and handed it to a muscular man.
"Crush this rock with your hands," she instructed in a heavy Scottish accent. The man squeezed the rock until his knuckles turned white, but it did not break. Seeing he there was no way he could break it, the old woman took the rock back from the man. She drank from one of the bottles on the table, then crushing the stone with one hand! The onlookers gasped in amazement as dust sized stone fragments fell from her hand. The strong man slapped several gold pieces down on the table and the woman handed him one of the potions. In a matter of seconds, the table was practically covered in gold, but the strength potions she pulled from her pockets never seemed to run out.
As Alkin tried to convince Gillion not to waste his money on one of the potions, the old woman removed a tiny blue flower from one of her pockets. Turning to a nearby mage who was holding a small purple flame in his hand, the old woman held the flower out and said "Burn it."
The mage laughed slightly at his easy task. Conjuring his small flame into a medium sized fireball, he sent a great blast of fire directly at the flower. Nothing could survive an attack like that, yet only a single sapphire colored petal fell from the flower. "This plant, my friends," the woman began, "is immune to any kind of magic. However, you wouldn't want to eat one of these," she chuckled, "not when you see what price I'm selling them at."
Again, money was handed to the woman faster than she could count it. Only this time, she actually ran out of flowers.
With all of her customers either satisfied or broke, the crowd began to dissolve. Even Alkin, Forrever, and Gillion began to leave. Forrever, however, moved slowly, watching the woman. As the old potion saleswoman heaved an enormous bag of gold onto the table to count, a cloaked figure sat at her table, his green eyes glowing in an evil manner.
He turned to the woman. "Do you have my potions?" he questioned urgently. She rolled her eyes and looked in his general direction.
"No, I don't, and twould be helpin' if ye necromancers weren't aburnin every tree in ye path," she said calmly. Her accent was much more obvious when she talked in longer sentences.
Cursing loudly and forgetting the potions, the cloaked figure changed the subject. "You're all in grave danger here, and need to leave."
The woman laughed again. "With the number o' strength potions I sold today, we need not be worrien' about anything."
The cloaked figure pulled his hood off. His sleek fox-like face and the scar across his eye proved Forrever's suspicions, but she remained quiet. "You don't understand," he angrily explained, "these aren't normal enemies. They can assume any form - any ability! They can read minds - yours and each others!" He slowed down, breathing heavily.
The woman remained calm. "What do you care if the whole village dies, don't ye just be wantin' more corpses to raise into undead?"
Skkar ran his hand through his long hair in frustration. "You don't understand! You still underestimate their power - there will be no corpses remaining!"
She raised her eyebrows in a "so what" manner. "Well then, I suggest ye best be leavin', now."
Waving his fist in anger, Skkar stood. "I won't let you - and these people - die!" And with that he stormed from the building, signaling for his liches to follow him away once outside.
Forrever seated herself at the old woman's table. "What was all that about?"
"Don't recognize ye," stated the woman, "don't ye' introduce yerselves 'nymore? I'm Aerisa."
"Forrever," Forrever responded with a single word, "what potions did that man ask to buy?" Forrever couldn't imagine their already powerful enemy being immune to magic, or even twice as strong.
Aerisa chuckled softly again, knowing Forrever expected Skkar to be buying some amazingly powerful concoction. "Potions of joy," she said finally, "a depressed lad, that un' is. Lost everyun' he ever cared about. Livin' with the undead doesn't help much, either."
Lost everyone he ever cared about. To her own surprise, Forrever began to feel bad for the evil man. Evidently, Aerisa could see this. "Don't be feelin' sorry for the lad, whatever good used to be in him, gone it is now. Some folks say he even raised his own wife as un' of 'is undead soldiers."
Forrever wasn't sure what to do. Perhaps what Aerisa said was true. Forrever called back to Gillion and Alkin, "Guys - I think I just saw Skkar leave!" In a flash, the three of them were running away out the door.
Once outside, Gillion turned around and leapt in horror. "The village, it's gone!"
Alkin turned. Indeed, the village was nowhere to be seen. He reached his hand out in that direction, and it too vanished. It reappeared as he pulled it back. He stuck his head forward, which vanished also, reappearing has he backed off. "It's like a bubble of invisibility," he spoke with amazement, "a mage must have placed it on the town! But... I've only seen Liches summon such things..."
Liches, Forrever thought as she moved halfway in and halfway out of the bubble. Then she understood. Skkar really was trying to protect this village from something. "I don't think Skkar is the worst of our worries," the visible half of her said slowly. Though Skkar surely was still evil, maybe - at least this once - he had good intentions.
Was he trying to protect them, or was this some kind of trap?



Wheeee, Skkar sounds like a fun character. Sadly, it'll be many chapters before we get to see how he acts once his depression medication wears off. And Aerisa... it took me forever to make up a name that doesn't turn up a ton of adult russian sites when entered on Google. Yes, I always check that first when making up names. We don't want anyone saying "Hey, I recognise that name."





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[4I Falcon]

And Aerisa... it took me forever to make up a name that doesn't turn up a ton of adult russian sites when entered on Google.

What makes you think anyone who frequents this board will remember a name from a Russian adult site?

Anyway, there's always the possibility that you could make a name completely out of consonants and say it's pronouncable (i.e. Kfrth). It rarely works, but it's an alternative.

Or, you could just jam your fingers into the keyboard, see what letters you get, and stick some other letters in between them to make them more pronouncable than Kfrth. That usually works better.

OMG I WONT TO JOIN STORIE PLZZZZZZZZ =)))))))))))))))))))))))


...I can't believe I just did that.

Radium, if any of my characters suit something you're looking for, feel free to use them. (There. Better?)

[Fawriel]

Wheeee, Skkar sounds like a fun character. Sadly, it'll be many chapters before we get to see how he acts once his depression medication wears off. And Aerisa... it took me forever to make up a name that doesn't turn up a ton of adult russian sites when entered on Google. Yes, I always check that first when making up names. We don't want anyone saying "Hey, I recognise that name."
You can make up interesting names by simply watching out for typos.

Really, it works!
And Rondam wouldn't sound bad for some monster, ne?
*looks for his list of typo-names*

[Radium]

Anyway, there's always the possibility that you could make a name completely out of consonants and say it's pronouncable (i.e. Kfrth). It rarely works, but it's an alternative. Kfrth can't be pronounced without vowles. Even if you try, you naturally say it Kifrith.
What makes you think anyone who frequents this board will remember a name from a Russian adult site? Lessee, his name starts with an X...
OMG I WONT TO JOIN STORIE PLZZZZZZZZ =)))))))))))))))))))))))...
No, but maybe Kifrith can. Kifrith is a better name for a cook than Acid. Who would eat food from someone named Acid? Acid, I'm kicking you out of the story because I dislike your name. Sry, 4I's typo had better qualifications. Maybe next time. Edit: Hey, not only that, but Kifrith has <i>no</i> Google results. *proceeds to register Kifrith.com*

[4I Falcon]

Kfrth can't be pronounced without vowles. Even if you try, you naturally say it Kifrith.

Well, I came up with something closer to K'firth, but whatever floats your boat.

Lessee, his name starts with an X...

Argh. Forgot about him.

No, but maybe Kifrith can. Kifrith is a better name for a cook than Acid. Who would eat food from someone named Acid? Acid, I'm kicking you out of the story because I dislike your name. Sry, 4I's typo had better qualifications. Maybe next time.

That almost seems mean. Acid had a different name, one that he used on SC a while ago, that he told me about over MSN... what was it...

Edit: Hey, not only that, but Kifrith has <i>no</i> Google results. *proceeds to register Kifrith.com*

Congratulations myself. I better get part of the 0wnership of that site.

[Radium]

That almost seems mean.
I'll shove him in the next one if he wants.

[4I Falcon]

Much better. *puts away the chainsaw*

[Radium]

Changed my mind. Kifrith get's to be the druid. Maybe I'll still use Acid as a chef.

[acid]

The name 4I Falcon was referring to is Snuffs. I can see why you were worried, though...

Gillion: I'll have an ale.
Acid: Coming right up!
*Gillion drinks the ale*
Gillion: (why does this taste so sour?)
(a minute later)
Gillion: AAARRRGGGHHH
Acid: strange. I wonder why that always happens?

[Coppertop]

:lol:

[Radium]

Hah. Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

... I might change Kifrith to Kifferith. Now that word's just plain fun to say (And still no google results!! Everyone hates the letter K! Yay!).

*gives page 2 to CT for no reason, I guess I just got used to doing it in the Conqistar thread*

[4I Falcon]

Change his name to Kifferith and I'll blast your face off. Twice.

[acid]

Change his name to Kifferith and I'll blast your face off. Twice.

You do that and I'll blast your head off with one of my nukes. Four times.

[4I Falcon]

If all of us don't shut up, Derby's going to come after us with the Post of Doom. Eighty-seven and a half times.

[Coppertop]

He has a point.
So ... *waits for Radium to continue <s>worthless crud</s> story*

[Coppertop]

I found Radium's previous story :p , "the chaotic story"
The last post in it is, "My story is immortal!" and then it died. :lol:

[Fawriel]

That's our Rad. :D

[Radium]

That was a <i>game</i>, not a story. I'll revive that someday...

I'd write some more of ATWFF right now, but I'm painting a fence. It's already halfway done, I'll be back in an hour or so.

[4I Falcon]

The last post in it is, "My story is immortal!" and then it died. :lol:

/me has been laughing for five minutes and counting...

[Coppertop]

*alarmed* Take a breath, man!

How big is that fence anyway? Shouldn't Rad be done it by now?

[Radium]

How big is that fence anyway? Shouldn't Rad be done it by now?
I am done. After I finished painiting the fence my computer decided it liked freezing, then the internet died. But most of that's fixed now.

[Blackraptor]

hahahahahaha rofl, reading this thread I laughed for 15 minutes straight =D111111111 lol Rad.

[Radium]

Blackay! You revived this >( >( >(. Now people are going to expect me to write more, and I probably will.

[Blackraptor]

Now people are going to expect me to write more, and I probably will.


=)
/awaits next chapter.

[Coppertop]

Yes.

Excuses, excuses, Rad ...

[acid]

*boink*

We want more!

[Radium]

I'll do it when I'm back next week.

[Coppertop]

Good. We'll be waiting :p