sixe
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Post by sixe on Oct 8, 2014 0:48:31 GMT -5
The man with pink eyes now turned his gaze towards Sren. His voice seemed friendly, but the eyes haunted him still. "Eh? You...you...are ta..talking to me? Yea....yeah, this is a floater. It's how we in Furon travel from town to town, but...where exactly did I land? You peo...ple don't look like anyone I've ever seen or heard of. Where is this place?" Staring into the fading afternoon sky, Sren sighed. "It's probably already too late for me to fix this before dinner, but I won't be able to face my friends until I fix it. It took our whole village 4 years to make it, and I wrecked everyone's work in a matter of minutes." Without another word, Sren bent onto his knees and crawled into a crevice of the ruined craft. As he grunted in effort, piece after piece of the floater's shiny surface was ejected through the opening. A minute later, the same hole produced pieces of piping, girders, shards of broken glass, silver plates and wires. After a few minutes of frenetic work, the release of junk finally ceased. "This...is...a total disaster! Every...single...charge jar is dead!" Sweeping the glass shards from his shirt, Sren paused to catch his breath. "It'll take hours just to clean all this up! And then I have to fix this damned thing! Argh...I'll probably be stuck here forever! Father Sky, is this my punishment for disobedience?"
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toal
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Post by toal on Oct 16, 2014 3:34:59 GMT -5
Dabbie looked at Sren, crawling through the craft and throwing out bits of junk, some of it looked familiar to Dabbie. I guess all junk looks the same. He thought to himself.
"Well first things first, where you are? You're about an hour or two away from Payon, there's an inn there with a restaurant. With some zeny you can eat up and rest there, some food and rest can work wonders" Dabbie felt pity for Sren, but he played with something he shouldn't have and broke it while doing so.
"Well I suppose after some rest, we could clean this mess up and try to get into contact with some blacksmiths and mechanics of the Schwartzvald Republic. As I said, the place is the most technically advanced nation of the three I know of, so if there's anyone around here who might have any idea what to do, it could be them" he tried to give the most reassuring smile he had "We'll try to do what we can to fix this up, we all make screw ups"
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Post by lunachild on Jan 12, 2015 10:29:26 GMT -5
Muffled breathing and the breaking of foliage came through the shrouded area of vegetation that Luna found herself in. A quarrel over some fallen loot? An adventurer scouting the area for danger? She was not sure. Only moments ago she had been testing out the power of her new bow in the fields of Payon when she stepped into the warp portal of a hooded, dark priest. An accident, or the masked workings of an unknown purveyor of fate? As her usual post-teleportation headache subsided and the colour began to return to her cheeks, she cautiously checked her backpack for supplies before approaching a potential violent encounter.
"Who's out there?" she said in a trembling voice of assertion. "Where am I?" Luna stepped out onto a path that had formed between some banks of trees and a shallow river, and stood with her hand on her arrow quiver as a stranger dashed out from behind a tree and drew his blade instantly. Luna's natural archer reflexes gave her a perceptively accurate interpretation of the situation, however her low level of experience made her uneasy at the potential for conflict. The free flowing yet concealing robes of a Guillotine Cross made themselves visible beneath horned armour protruding from the exterior of her opponent. With a fumbled draw and release of her bow, a freshly crafted Arrow of Shadow was projected at the shadow warrior, but it was swiftly cut down and the man advanced on her with confidence. "Please don't hurt me, please!" Luna shouted as she dropped and began to crawl backwards, violently reaching into her pack for her Eden Group Mark. There was a gust of wind at this moment that gave Luna an array of colourful visions and sounds. Her eyes closed as she absorbed the resonance of energy which came from the man before her. A sixth sense she was blessed with in her childhood which allowed her to see things unseen, and touch things unbeknownst to the reality most were accustomed to. Her eyes opened to a potentially fatal situation, but she spoke his name. "Puga.. stop. Our paths have met for divine purpose." He listened, wary of manipulation but still with an open heart, maybe because her innocence reminded him of something long ago.. As she rose to her feet and dusted herself off, she spoke once more. "Take me with you to the Hiding Place. We are but 10 minutes away."
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Post by puga on Jan 14, 2015 6:12:25 GMT -5
He had heard that sound before. The sands of Sograt Desert are quiet, and it is not a place where you would find people, but there was no mistake. Those were the remnants of a teleporting spell. Puga, holding his rusty Katar -an old Jur, damaged because of the time he spent wandering without a goal- went ahead as menacing as he could.
And he had to stop. In front of him was a little Archer, who looked absolutely terrified for a moment. In the blink of an eye, she got hold of herself and spoke as if the Guillotine Cross had never been a threat. Even more shocking, she knew his name and about the hideout. Could she be a messenger from the guild?
He didn't have time to get the answers, and he didn't really care. All he wanted to do was to get his supplies, if there was anything left.
"Ok. Let's get going", he muttered before running through the forest again.
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