Road to the Grail

Blessed-one · Sep 1, 2002

Nyanie looked at Arannte thoughtfully. They rode on in silence for awhile, when Nyanie spoke, "I don't have any inborn magic in me, but i spent quite some time learning it. It was none of my business really, but it was interesting and.. useful back then."
Arannte's lips thinned.
"You must understand that everything can be turned into good, it depends on how you do it," her eyes strayed back to some charred wood around them, "I could've clamped my mouth shut and let us all die fighting the dragon, there was no need to use my knowledge."

"What you did was advise, but i acted with magic." Arannte said.
"Then keep your secret, my new friend, and don't blame yourself for doing goods when we were all in peril. It was good that God sent you along with us, else we'd all have died today."
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ok, i'm bringing in a bad character.
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Name: Elrea Elium
Age: 30
Gender: female
Religion: none
Weapons: A long thin knife curved like the shape of a moon
Personality: Cold and hard.
History: Elrea was Rylan's childhood friend. When she was twelve, she and Rylan's family (abandoning their farm) moved to the small village somewhere in England. One thing she didn't know was the inborn ability of magical power in her, so when the enemy came one day unnoticed on her sixteen birthday, she was unprepared and scared. It was the darkest hour in Rylan's memory, but at the end, Elrea was taken, and no one was spared, only few had escaped.

Kookaburra · Sep 1, 2002

Good Post! But I've got WB, the bane of my existance. I'll post later.

CJF · Sep 1, 2002

I'm driping Viorica, and bringing in a new character. He may seem a little familliar to....all of you, but I can't help it! Being that this IS a Medeival add-on, I can't help but do this!

NAME: Robin of Locksley
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Light brown hair to lower neck, slightly tan skin, deep grey eyes
PHYS. APP.: Loose white shirt with a thin black line down the outside of each sleeve, black pants, black boots to just below the knees, quiver full of arrows hanging on his back, keeps his bow hanging over his shoulder(unless he's in hiding, then he keeps his arrows and his bow hidden in a hollow walking stick.)
WEAPONS: Bow and arrow, sword when needed
PERSONALITY: He cares for the poor, and the outlawed.
WORLD STATUS: Christian
HISTORY: Robin was born to Cathleen and Robert Locksley. His parent's were very rich. His mother died when he was twelve. He was devostated at his mother's death, his father too. Robin was angered that his father learned to love another woman. Robin got a boat to Jerusalem, and was held prisoner for nearly 10 years. He finally escaped, and when he got back home to England, he found his father dead.
Robin buisied himself in helping the poor and the outlawed, and eventually became an outlaw himself. Robin has been an outlaw for two years, and has helped the people he lives with in getting food and money. That is why he has earned the name...Robin Hood.

I HAD TO!!!!!! Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I have an idea, but now I have to go eat, so I'll post it when I get home!

CJF · Sep 1, 2002

I don't think my idea will work right now, since the group is going into a village, I'll wait untill they're in the forest again.

Okay, I know have WB. I just saw like, the best Robin Hood movie ever, so that's why I had to bring in Robin Hood as a character in this. I couldn't pass up the oppertunity.

will_wait4Him · Sep 1, 2002

Hey Darrions, that's alright. I want all of you to use your imagenations.
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Even lead the group as they headed for the village of Loxer. He had long craved a large meal like he use to have at the castle. Since the castle was taken over, he had had to eat small animals. Even looked back to see how everybody was doing and noticed they were all lagging behind.
"Common everybody. We can have a long well diserved rest when we get there. Now lets pick up the pace, we'll be there by nightfall if we gallop." said Even.

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Paris
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Arhegan walked in circles within his throne room when an image of Grishnack appeared on his magical mirror.
"What is it?" asked Arhegan rubbing his forehead.
"M-my lord, my army is on their way towards the Christian's." said Grishnack.
"Yes, I've senced it. Do you question the extent of my power?" asked Arhegan who's eyes were glowing bright red.
"N-no, sir!" replied Grishnack having a sudden piercing headache.
"My power reaches to all. I can see things way beyond this earth. In fact, I can see through you!" said Arhegan extending a telapathical hand into Grishnack's head.
Grishnack yelled in pain as his memory scrambled within his head! All of a sudden, Arhegan released his grip.
"Get out of my site before I do anything worse." said Arhegan walking away from the mirror.
Grishnack's face immediatly disappeared!

Kookaburra · Sep 1, 2002

hehe, good post. Let's not have them in the village too long, I like it better on the open downs. Can we make them go to Ireland or Scotland?

will_wait4Him · Sep 1, 2002

Well, it's gonna take them awhile to get to the Easter shore and go to Germany, but I might have something planned. So, what I'm saying is.........maybe.....

will_wait4Him · Sep 1, 2002

Oops, ment Eastern.

Kookaburra · Sep 1, 2002

But I love Scottish and Irish accents! You have to let us go there!
*sobs*
Anyway, where is the Grail supposed to be? And how would it help defeat evil? Besides the fact Jesus drank from it at the last supper and his blood *supposedly* dripped in there from his perch on the Cross by Joseph of Arimathea, how is that going to aid us?

Blessed-one · Sep 2, 2002

be patient, else we won't be able to stuff the story with details!
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At last, a place for a little rest. The group fell down onto the stone ground just on the outskirt of the silent village, and everyone started tending to wounds and horses. It was very difficult, very difficult, but they decided to risk a small fire, and water taken from a nearby stream was quickly boiled, and Nyanie took out some of her healing remedies.

will_wait4Him · Sep 2, 2002

Originally posted by Kookaburra
But I love Scottish and Irish accents! You have to let us go there!
*sobs*
Anyway, where is the Grail supposed to be? And how would it help defeat evil? Besides the fact Jesus drank from it at the last supper and his blood *supposedly* dripped in there from his perch on the Cross by Joseph of Arimathea, how is that going to aid us?

Ok, you didn't read my post right. I said I might have something planned, so that means we might go to Ireland or Scotland. Our characters are on the course to the Easter shore, but that course may change, if you get my drift.

Kookaburra · Sep 2, 2002

You love your Easter holis, don't you?
ok....cool.....

will_wait4Him · Sep 2, 2002

DOH!!!! I meant Eastern!!! Do you understand what I'm tryin' to say now?

Kookaburra · Sep 2, 2002

hehe...of course. I just like teasing you. you're so gullible....
hehe....
Yes, I know what you were inferring, but I am still curious. Maybe I'll bring in a hot-headed Irish character. Or scottish. I've got two sets of cousins who are missionaries in scotland, and both have just had babies.

will_wait4Him · Sep 2, 2002

Dang!!! Can't believe I fell for it!!! I usually don't.....

Kookaburra · Sep 2, 2002

hehe. It's probably because you can't see my facial expression. It's such a dead giveaway!

will_wait4Him · Sep 2, 2002

Yah......

CJF · Sep 2, 2002

Hey Josh! I asked my mom about the PM, and she said no. My dad would probly say the same thing too. I told her that no one could get my e-mail adress, but she still said no.

Anywayz, back to the story:

As the moon poked it's pearly face over the tip of the mountains, a figure could be seen running swiftly through the forest. Suddenly, it stopped and dissepeard into the shadows. Two bright brown eyes peered through a thick bush and widened. The person had obviously spotted something, or someone.
Indeed, they had. The eyes looked down at a small group, that appeared wounded, and tired. Strangers. They thought, and ran off back into the forest.

Rebecca walked slowly behind Arannte, looking into the forest on their right. In a few day's we'll be traveling in that forest. She thought. Rebecca squinted as she scanned the forest. She stopped, and her eyes widened. What was that? she thought to herself. She saw that nothing was there, so she kept walking, but she suddenly got the feeling she was being watched.

CJF · Sep 2, 2002

I actually got a pic into an avatar!

Kookaburra · Sep 2, 2002

I think it's after a certain amount of posts.
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Arannte led her horses on foot over a large log that bridged the tumbling creek to their left. Nightmare took to the rocky and narrow faster and more sure than she'd taken the open plains. It was here, among this snarl and tangle of remote wilderness, where Arannte had first spotted the magnificent, ebony mare. And it was here, a year later, when she had managed to tame the demonic mare into a mostly genteel, loving steed.
The path took a sharp turn to the left, around a sandstone outcropping.
Rebecca was walking beside and a little ahead of her, leading Mystic.
Once, Arannte had seen her head jerk around, and she followed her gaze to the trees on their right.
Seeing nothing, she turned away, but later thought she caught glimpses of movement in between the slim, straight trees. Don't start imagining things. she told herself, and then she remounted, her cloak draping over Nightmare's back as she pulled the hood once more over her eyes.
She kept her hand close to her strung bow, an arrow was close to hand.
Her eyes glinted as they saw Thadruil, the remains of an ancient look-out tower on the outskirts of the village, still in the distance.
"Stop here. We'll split up into groups and meet there. If there is trouble, sound your horns." Even said.
Rebecca and Arannte checked their horns. Rebecca's was made of ivory, decorated richly, and Arannte's of ebony, engraved and accentuated with silver.
They exchanged glances and split off, keeping an eye on the other groups as they, too, departed from the main group.

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searching for The Hidden Country

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