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Anaviel

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In Topic: Storytime with Dekaras and Delcia (On Topic)

18 November 2002 - 11:49 PM

I love this..you really managed to take Snow White..er.. Red Eyes.. and twist it :)

Probably because her fingers were frozen stiff, the fool woman managed to prick herself with the needle, and bled all over the snow, something she apparently considered pretty. Very disturbing, if you ask me. I don't think blood is very pretty, and I see it on a more or less daily basis so I ought to know. Sticky, yes. Pretty, no. The queen then proceeded to show off her twisted mind by wishing for a child red as blood, white as snow and black as ebony.


She sounds like a very disturbed person.


Some god with a nasty sense of humor must have heard this, for some time later the queen gave birth to a Drow child. Black skin, white hair, red eyes, just as specified. And since neither the king nor the queen were drow, but a certain Drizzt had happened to pass through nine months earlier, the unfortunate queen died shortly afterwards in a terminal case of head loss.


LOL


She was everything a queen should be: proud, haughty, and fond of whipping servants. She had the firmest hand with her underlings of any in the land. Her lady’s maid never spilt her tea on her eiderdown of a morning. This royal lady owned a magic looking-glass. I have asked little Nalia to make one like it for me, but so far she has not been able to. Mages! You ask them to do one little thing for you, and they refuse.


She sounds like Delcia's type of queen.


However, the years passed, and by the time the girl, named Red Eyes for her most distinguishing feature was seven, she was flogging servants and executing rebellious peasants with the best of them. She had her own little miniature Cat-o'-Nine-Tails, and was very fond of using it, and she was also fond of performing necromantic experiments on small mammals.


In the underdark, she'd definately fit right it.

This made the Queen extremely jealous, since her one talent was her own inherent nastiness, and she had no intention of being anything but the best. A sympathetic ambition actually, except for the talent in question. The Queen did her worst, but year by year Red Eyes excelled, topping her efforts at every turn. Finally, the Queen had had enough and decided to rid herself of the girl.


LOL poor queen :wink:


Now, had the Queen been as clever as she was mean, she would of course have consulted a skilled professional, and Red Eyes would have been worm food within the week. But no, instead she decided that one of the royal huntsmen should try his hand at assassination, apparently unfamiliar with the differences between the two professions.


That would be her first mistake. Hiring a huntsman to do an assassin's job definately isn't a good idea...not unless you actually want the target to get away.

So, the queen gave her order, telling the huntsman to bring back Red Eyes’ lungs and liver as proof of the deed. Again, a bad mistake. Had she asked for the head, things would have gone very differently. The amateurish would-be assassin naturally botched the deed. He did bring Red Eyes into the forest, and he did get as far as drawing his knife, but clumsily and slowly enough that the girl had the time to notice. Even worse, he decided to be dramatic and said in a loud voice: “Tremble, tremble little Drow, I am gonna kill you now.”


LOL she can't even get someone assassinated, no wonder she's not the meanest in the land.

Of course, any real assassin would know better than to start reading out stupid rhymes to your target rather than swiftly getting them when they aren't looking. Obeying her Drow heritage, the girl kicked him in his privates, then ran off into the woods, shrieking curses.


LOL go Red Eyes!

The Queen ordered her cook to broil the lungs and liver and serve them in a lightly herbed dressing on a silver platter. She then ate them, and ate the cook too. Well, one can’t have one’s help burning the food, can one?


Xzar: Liver and lungs do tast wonderful fried with a litte fricassed oil, if I do say so my self.

Now, maybe I'm overly cautious, but I don't think it's a very good idea to break into somebody's house, eat their dinner, and then fall asleep in their bed. Most people tend to get upset about that sort of thing.


Definately not a good idea.

It so happened that the owners of this house were seven dwarves, who owned an illegal mine not far off. I say illegal since it was technically on the King's land, and they had set up a very nice smuggling operation, selling the precious gems off outside the borders. Of course, they weren't very keen on letting the King find out, and far less the Queen who had been a champion dwarf tosser in her youth. And so they were extremely agitated when they returned home in the evening to see light burning in the window.


Illegal mine trade? LOL

"Somebody's been drinkin' from me mug," said the seventh. "Look, there be bloody lip prints along the edge...and they've GONE AN' DRUNK ALL ME ALE! LET'S KILL! Look, there be a trail o' blood leadin' upstairs! Lads, axes out! We're goin' huntin' for that pesky pointy-eared burglar, and then we gut 'im! HAR! Good clean fun!"


LOL drinking all the dwarves ale..Red Eye must not be too bright.

I can’t help wondering exactly why there were seven dwarfs all living in one small cottage. (sniff) You know what they say about dwarfs. Very unwholesome, I think. Anyway, these dwarves of suspect morality raced up stairs to confront their burglar and found Red Eyes, fast asleep on the bed.


LOL it would be stuffy to say the least.

“What shall we do now?” They cried. “That is a Drow!”


No, what gave them that idea ? :wink:


“Great is your meanness of all I see,
But greatest it isn’t, by some degree,
You know that this mirror cannot lie,
And you still aren’t as mean as little Red Eye.”


Ha! poor queen.

Having thought long and hard about how to go about her task, the Queen actually did a semi-reasonable thing and disguised herself. True, the 'disguise' constituted of a straw wig, a fake nose and a false moustache, but at least it was an attempt in the right direction. A worn old dress finished the disguise, and the Queen set off for the dwarves' cottage, feeling very murderous. That was another mistake, in case you didn't guess. Being emotional about these things never helps.


LOL not exactly the best disquise.

At this point, the Queen had a golden opportunity. Corset-laces are strong and sturdy, and make for an excellent garotte. Had the Queen known that, and known how to use one, Red Eyes would have been dead within minutes. But no such luck. Happy Amateur, remember? Instead, the Queen apparently decided to use the corset-laces as...corset-laces. She laced Red Eyes up, making an effort to pull as tightly as possible. Red Eyes choked and fainted, but that was it.


The queen really is an idiot. Here she has the perfect opportunity to kill Red Eye and she walks away. Geesh. Anyone that stupid does not deserve the title meanest in the land. :wink:

Wearing a corset at the age of seven or so is rather suspicious, I feel, and Red Eyes got exactly what she deserved. Corsets are only appropriate for girls older than ten, surely! So, Red Eyes was lying there, slowly suffocating to death, when the seven dwarfs returned.


LOL I guess drow start young.


“Don’t be thinkin’ you can kill yerself just to escape us!” They told her, and then ordered her to go and empty the privy pit with a spoon, something I shall have to try next time my servants are disobedient. Try out ordering them to do it, I mean. Not do it myself- that would be highly improper.


Delcia would try that, wouldn't she? ;)

The Queen didn’t give up, though, and, being a talented witch, she decided upon a plan. Hmm. I never realised magic was an art practiced by the highborn. Maybe I ought to try it myself. I am sure I would excel at it. Using her magical skills, she made a poisoned comb, and then changed herself into another old pedlar woman. Quite demeaning, really, but she must have been desperate to catch Red Eyes by now, I presume.


Have to give the queen some credit, at least she's persistant.

“You nadir of evilness!” She crowed. “Now you are done for!”


And here she is trying to get the title of meanest in the land.

She left with a spring in her step that was almost unseemly for royalty.


Yet she still neglect to actually kill her.

"DON'T MENTION THAT TRAITOROUS BASTARD IN FRONT OF ME!" Red Eyes screamed at the top of her voice. "AND I AM NO COWARD! GIVE IT HERE BEFORE I FLAY YOU!" Then she smiled evilly. "But only half of it. You eat the rest, before I take so much as a bite."


And Red Eye falls for it again..you'd think she'd learn by now.

It was here that another flaw in the Queen's plan became sadly apparent. You cannot count on your victim to follow your script, you need a contingency plan or several.


Yeah, the least the Queen could've done is to make both sides poison.

The Queen started sweating nervously, but she soon rallied. "Look behind yer, a three-headed monkey!" she shouted. As Red Eyes turned to look, the Queen cast a quick illusion spell, making the red appear as white and the other way around. Red Eyes looked suspicious as she turned back without having seen any monkey...Edwin! Stop twitching. There isn't really a monkey here, you know that perfectly well.


Nice save by the Queen.


“That may be just what you think,
But your plans really do stink.
You, oh my queen and witch,
Art truly a conniving bi…”


LOL

“HAR HAR! We worked ‘er to death!” They cried, and started to dance with glee. They carefully searched her corpse for anything valuable, and then started a party that would last three days. At the end of the three days, Red Eyes looked unchanged. The horrible little dwarfs scratched their crusty, flea-ridden beards and wondered why she hadn’t started rotting.


Um...maybe because she's still alive due to a certain incompetant queen who forgot to finish the job...again! ;)

What can I say, really? One would never get a noble behaving in such a disgraceful way. Well, except perhaps the Queen. Um. So they buried Red Eyes in a glass coffin, and the birds came from miles around to try and eat her. First an owl came, and hit the glass with a loud thud and a squawk. A hungry raven came next, and pecked at the glass, giving itself a headache. Finally a dove came. A dove, I hear you say? Nasty birds. They swarm in horrible dirty flocks in cities, very common creatures. They’re just beggars with wings, you know. The dove pecked at Red Eye’s eyeballs and then disappeared in a flurry of feathers and a disappointed cooing.


No one ever said birds were smart.

The prince strolled up to the glass case and read the golden inscription which said: 'Red Eyes the Drow. Sapphires are blue, rubies are red, she'll never again get out o' bed! HAR!' Not very good poetry, but it wasn't that that impressed the prince first and foremost.


LOL Well it was written by dwarves, what do you expect Shakespeare or somthing? ;)

"Thass'right!" said another dwarf called Stinky, scratching his noxious armpit. "We wanna see her rot!"


I'm guessing dwarf this really needs some deodarent.

If you ask me, it's very questionable to get that excited about a dead woman. Sounds like something Xzar would do.


Xzar: The dead are quite fascinating. Great for making little skull ash trays and so much more..

The prince was instantly struck by how much Red Eyes reminded him of his mother, and fell deeply in love with the illegitimate child, who was still only seven, may I add.


Only seven? This prince sounds like a sick...sick man

I love this..you really must do more of these twisted classics

In Topic: Child of Murder 16 - Peripheral Visions

19 November 2002 - 10:11 PM

Well, I'm back from the land of the not-entirely-here, after a funtastic oral surgery (in which the anasthesia didn't take! Yay! :D ) and some other nonsense.


Ouch! that sounds painful.

...I like the new board. It feels *odd*, but it's coooooool...


Heh, I'm still getting used to it.

Each drop of water sends ripples through the surface of the bath. Drip. Ripples. Drip. Yet more. The falling water fascinates me, as the foam of soap bubbles fascinate me. I am fascinated by the red gashes in my flesh, yet unhealed, the gentle, flickering glow of candlelight, and the soft give of the carpet when I stand and pull up, my feet sinking into an inch of lush carpeting, grey and green intermingled into an… interesting shade I do not believe I have seen before and preferably will not see often again.


I love the descriptions in this. And I imagine he would need a bath after being in leather face's dungeon.

There are cuts across my chest, mending together into pale scar tissue. I have no damned idea where they came from. I barely hesitate at these sorts of things any longer.


Probably a good thing he doesn't remember *shudder*

We have traveled some ways south, into Athkatla, capital of Amn. We now walk lands I had previously only read about, and had never planned on visiting, but we had not traveled as far as we could have; south past Beregost and Nashkel, then over the Cloud Peaks. That Yoshimo was correct as to our location was no surprise. The date was, however, a bit of one. The first of Mirtul.


I always thought it was a strange coincidence that BG2 tarted on the same date as BG1.

I roll my eyes, and brush my hair. There are reasons, actually. I would not allow a virtual stranger to share a room with me at my own expense, and would hardly expect him to do any differently as a rule, or to make an exception for me, even had I wished to be excepted. Furthermore, his very unfamiliarity is reason enough; I would not trust my back to that man. I nearly tell her these things, but she would inevitably have a damned response, and I am not in the mood.


As much as I like Yoshi, I can't blame Darvith for not wanting to room with him.


I glare at her, and she stiffens and draws back under my stare. “I do not want to hear of her. We will not discuss it, Jaheira. We will discover where the wizards took Irenicus, and we will find him. Then, I will carve my debt out of his hide.”


That's all he really cares about at this point, isn't it...


“Shut up,” her eyes blaze with hidden fire. “I seek revenge yes, but there is no restitution that can give me back Khalid. You can save Imoen. That should be your true concern.”


Jahiera is still clueless about what happend to Khalid.

But I do not know if I can save her, and this is more than vengeance or justice, it is satisfaction. A drop of blood for every time she screamed. A wound for every scar on my body. A cry from his dead lips for every minute inside that hell.


I love this paragraph...

Jaheira purses her lips, silently watching my reflection in the mirror across from us. “If the service I experienced is any indication, you should receive your garments soon.” She looks at me again, then turns to the door. “We must visit the shops and sell anything we have found of more value than use. They may be all that we have available for bribery.”


Bribery - the univesal language :twisted:

“One day, those fancy shmancy tastes of yours are gonna starve you to death. You’re gonna say, ‘I’d rather die than eat that,’ and someone’s gonna take you up on it!”


Her voice, echoing in my mind.



I love how he talks to Imoen in his mind...it really adds to the story.

200,000 gold left to gather dust in vaults throughout Baldur’s Gate.


Heh, reminds me of how much money you can actually accumulate in BG1.

I throw the brush at the space where her image flickered, once. For a moment, I see her again, struggling against the waves of magic that consume her. The brush passes through that lithe body, and she dissipates again. The wall mirror shatters as the brush collides with its surface, and I watch as my own visage splinters into a hundred fragments.


Broken mirror...isn't that seven years bad luck? :D I like this...really gives me the sense that Darvith has lost it somewhat which is not surprising after being in Leather Face's dungeon.


Imoen is still with me, watching.


Good ending. I love this chapter...hope to see the next one soon. B)

In Topic: Why Me? (On-topic?)

20 November 2002 - 01:31 AM

Ranger: *Sniggers* Hell, that’s an understatement. She leads the most boring life ever. When she isn’t at college, she spends her time studying, playing computer games or writing. She never goes out anywhere. How boring is that?


Katora: Sounds like my scribe, only she's still in High School and doesn't study too much..

Silver: I’ve just been attacked by those monsters that call themselves my siblings. I was sitting there reading a book and minding my own business, when they jumped on me, dragged me off the sofa, sat on me and started tickling me. I hit my knee and shoulder on the floor and they bloody hurt now.


Heh, I have two of those kinda monster's myself. Fortunately one's in Disney World with our aunt, so I get a little bit of a break.

Ranger: I want to know when you are planning to write more of my damn story. I used to be your favourite character, but since Kane came on the scene all you’ve been doing is writing about him and Emma. It isn’t fair.”



LOL don't you just love when characters try to pull the guilt trip on you...Now that I've started my 'The Long Road' again the characters from my original novel are starting to say things like this.

Ranger: *Sighs loudly* Well it was worth a try at any rate. I just hope that I don’t have to wait too bloody long. Later people.


Katora: at least your scribe isn't as slow as mine.

Aerie: Kane keeps being very unkind to me and…and he won’t stop. He k-k-keeps complaining that I whine too much and he s-says that I am c-completely u-useless in combat t-too.


LOL gee, wonder why he says that :twisted: ?

*He breaks off as there is a sudden flash and Kivan and Edwin appear in the middle of the room. Kivan glares at Kane and the warrior glares back. Sol-leks whines and jumps up at the elf. Kivan laughs and begins to pet him. Edwin looks around him, slightly confused. *


Edwin: That was obviously the wrong spell…


LOL Edwin has an unfortunate habit of getting spells wrong, doesn't he? A certain incident with the nether scrolls comes to mind :D

Kivan: Well…*leans over to whisper in Silver’s ear* Rumour has it that since Emma asked to be paired with Kane, which I am very upset about because I thought that she really liked me, that you are considering pairing me with Imoen.


Hehehe..characters have a mind of their own :)

Emma: Look on the bright side, Kane. Maybe Eddie will cast the wrong spell again and kill himself before Silver gets round to writing a story about him and us.


Knowing Edwin that is certainly a possibility :D


Kane: Me neither. Benny, Edwin may be a good friend of mine and everything, but I really thought that you had better taste. Nalia I could just about take, she is kind of nice, even if she does go on about helping people a little more than I’m happy with. But Jaheira? Silver, in case you hadn’t quite figured it out, she would be more interesting in killing me than bedding me.


LOL yeah I imagine she would be..

Lucy: You never do anything interesting in here anyway. Will you read my English homework? *Throws the book to her older sister and suddenly catches sight of Kane*


Heh, my little sister never lets me help her with her homework..

Lucy: You mean that he’s good in bed?


LOL perceptive for a little kid.

Kane: *mutters under his breath* or maybe he will kill her and do everyone a favour.


Yeah but then who'd write the stories?

Silver: Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this?


Y'know, I've asked myself the same question..I guess it's just the curse of writing :) hehehe this is funny, I like it.. B)

In Topic: Just My Luck... (not a story)

20 November 2002 - 04:38 AM

Just my luck. Two car accidents in three days.


I was riding today in a rental car (my car is a wreck since Sunday), when the truck ahead of me sent a large chunk of ice off its roof smashing my windshield into a fine spiderweb. We haven't had snow for weeks already. It was just my luck to follow a trunk that must have been waiting somewhere just for the occasion, and follow it at just the right distance. :D



That is bad luck...but at least you weren't hurt, right?

Speaking of car accidents, I was in one about two weeks ago when my friend was driving me to school (for the first and only time) and rare ended the truck in front of us. I wasn't hurt but, I swear if I wasn't wearing my seat belt, I would've gone right through windshield.

In Topic: The Long Road, Part 5 - Cloak of Bitterness

20 November 2002 - 09:22 PM


Her blade was shattered, broken on the assassin armor. The shards were still in her backpack. She wasn’t sure why she kept then. Useless, and she would have to waste money on a new one that would just break in a few days. Would she save the shards of that one too? She took another sip. Back home, or what was home, Gorion never let her touch a drop of alcohol, though Winthrop would occasionally sneak her and Imoen a glass of wine. Where was Imoen? Exploring Beregost perhaps. Or maybe she was in the inn somewhere. Xzar was upstairs probably pouring over his spell book. Montaron was in the inn too, but had made himself scarce. The inn was quiet, relatively anyway. It smelled of fine wine and freshly baked bread.


It's incredible that montaron can be inside an inn without killing anyone.


Yesh it's amazing, isn't it?


“Calm down. We adventurers solve a lot more problems than we cause,” said Jaheira, her voice as clam as ever as she helped Khalid up. How was it that she had such confidence?


many years of practice.


Exactly


To Katora’s surprise, it was Khalid who spoke next. “If…if you knew like think you d-did, then ask yourself if he wouldn’t have g-gone anyway.” Perhaps beneath his nervous exterior was a strength he rarely showed.


if he could quit stammering, he could become quite impressive.


Khalid always struck me as the type who only appeared weak on the outsid.


“That was what you wanted, Marl. Fun's fun, but yer blaming these folk fer what couldn't be helped. That boy was a firebrand if ever there was...”said Dunkin.


That dunkin fella has problems making up his mind.


Well..he was just kidding around before.



“What my associate means is that…” So he had Xzar defending him too. Had the whole world turned against her?


it's going to become a lot worse.


Yesh it is :wink:.

Good story


Thanks, glad you liked it :wink:

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