Author Topic: Nightmares  (Read 29658 times)

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Nightmares
« on: March 17, 2009, 08:01:17 am »
((OOC: Restarting this one from the beginning))

The year is neither known or important, mankind is in its ascendency, the great Wyrms that once ruled this part of the world are all but extinct. Warlike nomadic clans dominate the steppes, thier mounted horse archers are the warrior of choice. Villages and small towns live in fear of the warbands and pay tribute to thier great and greedy rulers in order that they are left alone. Food, gold, percious metals and gem, even people are the currency of choice here.

One such Warlord, Morgoi the Devious, was given a crystal orb said to have magical powers as one such tribute gift. With this orb, he was told, he could strike fear in the hearts of his enemies and spy on them unseen. And indeed he could, for the orb was a gateway into the worlds of dreams, with it he could travel through the dreams of his enemies and plant thoughs of his own.

But he was careless for within the world of dreams exists the Nightmare and it began to whisper to him, poisioning his mind, turning him into something more horific than had been seen before. The aim of the Nightmare was not simply to have a pawn in the waking world, but to break through to enter this world and consume it, plunging it into one endless nightmare. Whilst strong in arm Morgoi was weak in mind and slowly slipped under the Nightmares influence. It was not long before the line between the waking world and dreaming world began to blur, and things that should of stayed in dreams began to cross over.

It is more than a generation since Morgoi has fallen under the Nightmares influence and strage creatures that once only existed in dreams now roam the lands. Morgois warband are no longer the men they were and are now dark, shadowy figures of fear.

Whilst it is not known why the Nightmare has not broken through yet, it can only be a matter of time before it does.

But there is still the faintest chance of hope in the world. The bluring of the barriers between the worlds has caused a small few of the latest generation to be born somehow connected to the dream, thus enhancing thier abilities or giving them apparent magical powers.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Humans either live in small villages, towns (there are no cities) or in Nomadic clans, either as a warrior or a slave.

Technology is roughly medieval (so no guns).

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Usual bog standard rules apply (ie the ones "borrowed" from kitten):

No god mode,
no uber powerful, invincible characters,
etc.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Profile Skeletons:

Name:
Age:
Species (e.g. human, vampire, etc.):
Appearance:
Personality:
Powers/Enhanced Abilities: (if any, not required - see notes below)
Other:

Notes on Powers/Enhanced Abilities:

You can have a maximum of two.
Enhanced abilities are things such as increased strength, being able to move silently, etc. ie being able to do things we do now, but better.
Powers are things like being able to levitate, turn invisbile, etc.
Keep your power reasonable - e.g. no being able to incenerate an entire army with the flick of a wrist, setting fire to clothing or lighting a fire are fine.


Ok think thats everything.....

Chag4

  • Kinky
  • ***
  • Posts: 666
  • PM of awkwardness
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #1 on: March 17, 2009, 08:32:41 am »
Profiles


--------------------


Name: Opal Morgoi (but she hides her clan name)

Age: 16

Species: Human

Appearance:



Personality: She has a bad habbit of regarding herself quite highly. She is kind and compassionate.

Short (hurriedly scribbled down, lame) Bio:
Opal was born a Morgoi while things were still fairly normal with her clan, but as she grew up they were steadily consumed by nightmare. However she didn’t seem to change like the others did. While her family became less and less recognizable she became more distressed with how the clan acted.
The only companion she had in her later years was the little slave elf Pearl (whom she named), who also seemed to resist the change of the clan. Even more when she was around Opal. She did her best to protect Pearl from the cruelty of the Morgoi clan.
Opal finally left with Pearl when the slave was nearly murdered.

Powers/Enhanced Abilities: Able to make light (moonlike light). (the nightmares do not like the light, and it causes a kind of protection.)

Other: In deep fascination of the moon.


--------------------


Name: Pearl

Age: Around 12. Looks far younger.

Species: Elf, probably only partly.

Appearance:



Fuzzy brown hair, light brown dresslike rags, thin, small, bandages over her underarms, quite pale skin, iron collar with a lock around her neck, iron cuffs on her wrists and legs, with short chains hanging from them, tattoo under her eyes, elflike ears.

Personality: Silent, afraid, constantly seems to be afraid to be beaten. Also kind, gentle, helpful, and seems happy as long as she is with someone she looks up to.

Short (hurriedly scribbled down, lame) Bio:
Pearl had been a slave of the Morgoi since before she could remember. She had done her best to keep out of trouble. Since she and Opal met, Pearl had served the kind mistress and been her friend.

Powers/Enhanced Abilities: Able to find strength in herself to keep going when normal people would have already collapsed (including resisting nightmare longer then most). Can also go on for quite long without food or drink.

Other: Seems mute but might not be. Is obviously a runaway slave. She can sing completely cleanly, and was therefore a very attractive slave to sing to her masters.
« Last Edit: July 04, 2009, 03:26:05 pm by Chag4 »
Awkward hugs are my speciality.

charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #2 on: March 17, 2009, 08:27:23 pm »


Name: Motor-head
Age: 28
Species: human (mutant)
Appearance: Large, crouched over with 12 fingers and toes together with a patchwork of earth colours for skin. Wears furs and decorations of animal bones, teeth and feathers.
Personality: direct and brave but with a sence of honour.
Powers/Enhanced Abilities:
    Running: Motorhead can run for days on end, even while sleeping.
    Pain resistance: Motorhead can resist a considerable amount of pain.
Other:
    Clan: D'isni
    Bloodline: M'Woki
    Primary weapon: knife
    Skills: survival and hunting.
    Quote:"I am Motor-head, Journeyman Bear Warrior from the clan D'isni, First of the clans amongst the Bloodline of the M'Woki"
« Last Edit: March 19, 2009, 01:44:09 pm by charles »
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

Admiral Apocolypto

  • Guest
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #3 on: March 17, 2009, 11:34:57 pm »
Name: Delphiki
Age: 11
Species: Human (mute by choice)
Appearance: Rather small, unimposing
Personality: Somewhat of a loner, looks down on most other humans, but would never show it.  Knows more about his clan than they do about themselves.
Powers/Enhanced Abilities:
    Extremely powerful telepath, can communicate through thought and is working on the ability to manipulate thoughts (could possibly be used to enter the world of dreams)
    Constantly evolving telekinesis, can be used as an improvised projectile weapon
Other:
    If IQs exist in the world, his would be in the tens of thousands.
    Possibly immortal, but certainly not unkillable.
    Weapon: If he ever needs more, he uses whatever is around, but he carries some very strong string in his pocket, just in case.

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #4 on: March 18, 2009, 02:18:13 am »
Name: Jenii
Age: Unknown
Species: Would seem to be Human but there's something a little off about her that doesnt seem to fit.
Appearance: Tall, olive skin, long white hair . She has green eyes that seem to burn with their own inner fire, most people would consider her beautiful. Besides a deer fur jacket which seems to not quite fit, the rest of her clothing is very out of place the brown furs and leathers of the plains people She wears a sleeveless black top split to the navel, black trousers and black boots.
Personality: Jenii is strange, she appears to have little grasp on sanity most of the time, but occasionally she'll have brief periods where you would doubt she was ever insane.
Powers/Enhanced Abilities: (if any, not required - see notes below)
Increased Strength: Jenii is somewhat stronger than the average human, even though she doesnt look it. She is not super strong but can lift things it would take two people to.
The second one is a secret... for now.
Other:

Keaoden Silverstride

  • Cage Dancer
  • **
  • Posts: 377
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #5 on: March 19, 2009, 12:35:37 pm »
I'm keeping Richard...

Name: Richard
Age: 18
Species: Is an undead

Appearance: Wears an entirely black robe to cover his now gray skin, his hands are now claw like for what reason he doesnt know, and his eyes have turned yellow, standing about six feet tall he is of a thin build, with wild yellow eyes. If cut or dismembered at it often happens he bleeds only a think black ichor, and always has the vague smell of graveyard soil, blood, and rotten meat about him.

Personality: Jackass, as being undead he really doesn't care about most things, finds enjoyment in messing with people, kill with gusto, whether it be some bad guys or that orphan in the ally way. Makes jokes at people dying and has the worst sense of sarcasm in the known world. Wandering from town to town, area to area he does have one thing he does care about. His death note, where he keep a record of all his kills and where they were, and some short descriptions.

Powers/Enhanced Abilities: is undead , 'nuff said, can regenerate lost parts and energy by eating meat, lots of meat, not brains. Has greatly enhanced strength and speed.

Bio: Richard was completely normal up to his 16th birthday, then under mysterious circumstances he fell ill and then died. Always being quiet and aloof he was never very outgoing. Content to read and write which was quite a rare thing in his town, he was looked upon as one of the more odd kinds of people. Not long before his sixteenth birthday he contracted some sort of horrible sickness, every day he got weaker and weaker as whatever it was ate away at him. The pain was paralyzing, for weeks he suffered this, until the day it killed him the very day of he turned sixteen. A week after burying him in their cemetery Richard was born again. It took him several hours to dig his way out from the coffin and dirt. Bursting from the ground in front of an unlucky grounds keeper with a laid back, "How's it going".

The grounds keeper preceded to beat Richard with a shovel screaming "Back to the depths ye foul monster!" Richard although being a kind and quiet man in life would have never blamed the poor man, but dying does things to your mind, and coming back does even more, and then being beaten by an old man with a shovel doesn't help matters in the least. Richard tried to explain who he was between shovel blows, but the old man wouldn't listen. So Richard of all things reached out to grab the shovel but instead grabbed the mans neck, and finding that his hands were no longer normal hands but gray skinned claws killed him by accident, but instead of feeling remorse he smiled, it was actually fun seeing how easy it was, and the blood, the blood on his hands smelled good, sweet almost, only saying in a fake voice "Whopps" he kicked the body behind one of the larger headstones.

It didn't get any better when his mother came see his grave which Richard was still trying to figure out. "Hm, well that makes sense now, I'm dead, or undead I guess" he said looking down at his hands. At the fearful scream of his mother he whipped around to see her horrified face. "Mom, Im back!" Holding out his arms expecting a hug he watches as she drops the flowers she had brought and ran, leaving him confused. Not much later a huge mob of townsfolk descended down upon him. Richard greeted them with great joy "Hey guys look, I'm back, and whats with the torches and pitchforks, who we lynching?"

Richard's mother came out of the crowd yelling at him, "You died, your dead, the dead dont...shouldn't come back!" Richard only looked at his hands, down to his legs and all over himself, he had changed, still wearing the same ceremonial black death robe, but now he smelled of death, rotting meat and now, blood of the grounds keeper. Several off the men in the mob let out a yell of, "Kill it, kill the abomination!" Richard almost surprised at how easily he kill the men looked around with an almost insane smile. An old man was one thing, but these were guys that were strong, powerful, field workers, and some of them really knew how to fight. Yet they all fell at his feet. Their blood only visible on his hands. Looking around and feeling how much fun he was having he didn't stop, killing every single one of them. The only ones that survived were the ones that fled the town which included his mother, and girlfriend of 3 years.

After he had finished killing all of the towns folk he was feeling kinda hungry, and looking at all the dead bodies and blood, "Hmm I wonder?" He started by licking the blood from his hands, which tasted just as good as it smelled. "Tastes like cider, hm, what do people taste like." Ripping an arm free from one of the men commenting, "I think ill take a wing." He bit into it, ripping some flesh free and gulping it down, "Tastes like....hm..I dunno what it tastes like, but its pretty good." He even thought it odd that what he was doing didn't bother him, "Well I guess dying changes a person, what do we have here?" Looking at some of the burn marks and stab wounds he was impressed at, as he ate, they healed with remarkable speed. All of that happened a few months ago, now Richard wanders from town to town doing pretty much anything he wants, usually he only eats small orphans or drunks in alleyways.

Other: can regenerate any part of his body from eating, as long as his head stays mostly intact he can still survive, and from being undead he no longer needs to sleep or breath, and never gets exhausted.

Lucid Nightmare

  • Guest
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #6 on: March 20, 2009, 12:51:52 am »
Recycle


Character Profile:

Name: Mórrígan Hel

Age: 13

Species: Female, Human

Description: A small girl, wearing nothing more than tattered rags that cover most of her body. Beneath her clothing, her body is thin and frail, suffering from malnutrition. Her black, wispy, tattered hair hangs out from underneath the hood that covers her face. Her eyes are white and cloudy, making distinction between the iris, pupil and the rest of the eye near impossible. If one were to look closely, they would notice the faintest glow of an unnatural light emanating from her eyes. She hugs a beaten, rusty, iron pipe close to her body at all times, as if it were her most important item in the world.

Personality: A quiet, withdrawn girl with a slightly feral nature about her. Does not trust others easily. Converses mainly with her spirits.

Powers/Enhanced Abilities: The spirits of the dead. They manifest in wispy smoke-like appendages and tentacles capable of grasping and influencing the world around them. Also capable of consuming the soul-essence of others in a rather elaborate process.

Short Bio: For the most part, Mórrígan lived her life the same as any normal girl would. She grew up in a small farming village, had a loving mother and farther. She would help her parents with light work around the fields during the day, then at night, they would all return home. She had a pet duck that she enjoyed snuggling up next to the fire with. The harvest festival was her favourite time of the year. She would often cause mischief with the other girls.

Life was good, that was, until her tenth birthday. Her family had decided to take a break from working in the fields, in order to celebrate. Her mother had left to go into town in order to buy the goods she needed for her cake. It was a good several hours walk there and back.

Mórrígan tugged on the pants leg of her father. Looking up, she smiled and asked what he was doing. He smiled back. His hand came from nowhere, the back of it striking her across the face. Mórrígan was sent sprawling across the ground. Dizzy from the blow, she managed to prop herself up with one arm. She was too confused to even cry at the pain.

Slowly, she looked up at her father, who now stood above her. Tears began to form in her eyes. He was no longer smiling. He reached for her. Squealing in terror, Mórrígan skittered out of reach. Her farther lunged at her again, this time catching her by the arm. He hauled her up, until she was level with him. With his free hand, he took a fistful of her dress. Giving a powerful wrench, he pulled them straight off her young body. Discarding them, he looked at his prize.

Mórrígan could feel her fathers leering eyes scanning every part of her exposed flesh. Shivers of terror rippled up and down her spine. She whimpered. Her farther tentatively extended his hand towards his daughter. Her soft, blonde hair hung over her face as she looked towards the ground. A sudden chill filled the air, but in his excitement, he failed to notice.

Without warning, his arm wrenched back. Bones snapped as they reached their limit. Her farther let out a cry and dropped his naked daughter. He clutched his broken arm as it hung limply at his side. He took a step back in horror. The still form of his daughter was laying crumpled on the ground where she fell. Her once blonde hair was now a sickening, charred black colour. She twitched then slowly got onto her hands and knees. She looked up towards her farther with milky white eyes filled with hate.

Wispy grey tendrils gracefully snaked their way up out of the ground. Lashing out, they wrapped round her fathers legs, constricting. He tried to retreat, but it only resulted in him ending up on the ground. Her farther screamed for mercy as more tendrils wrapped around the rest of his body, holding him tight so as to prevent escape.

Mórrígan stood there, looking down at the struggling form that was her father. Voices filled her head. They called to her, beckoned, urged her onwards.
"Mohhhrrrgaaan." they called in eerie strains over and over again. The calls overlapping in their whispered frenzy.
"K-kill himm."
Her grip tightened around something in her hand.
"D-do iiiit. Qwwickly." they whispered seductively
She raised her arm above her head.
"KILL!" they cried out in whispered rage.
Mórrígan brought the object down on her fathers screaming head. Warm droplets of blood plastered her body. The spirits moaned in rapturous delight.
Mórrígan giggled.

Her mother returned to the sight of her daughter beating the long dead body of her husband with a piece of iron piping. Her body covered in flecks of blood. Wailing in horror, Mórrígan's mother rushed over, pushing her daughter aside. She took the remains of her husbands head and cradled them in her lap.
"My love" she cried over and over.
Mórrígan stood there, stunned. The pipe still in hand. Her mother looked up, hate filling her eyes.
"You are not my daughter, what have you done with my daughter?!" she screamed.
"But mother..." Mórrígan tried to reply
"You are not my daughter! My daughter would not have done this!"

Tears welling up in Mórrígan's eyes, she fled to her room. Hastily pulling on some new clothes, she climbed out the window and ran. At the spirits urging, she ran east. They powered her, gave her the energy she need to live as she ran. For a full week they sustained her. She didn't sleep, she didn't eat. It was unnecessary, they gave her all she needed. On the morning of the seventh day, the spirits announced their arrival at their destination: The Deep

For the next three years, Mórrígan lived in this region, scavenging for food from nearby farms and the landscape. Occasionally venturing into one of the many towns that filled this region. Over time, the spirits became her friends, her companions. They told her things, how to survive, when to hide and most importantly, to never let go of that pipe....

Other: Mórrígan can't actually consciously control her powers, in fact, she barely even acknowledges them as powers.

charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #7 on: March 20, 2009, 01:27:36 am »
GAME ON!

*A large man strides into the open space, but unlike ordinary men you immediately notice that his skin is coloured a patchwork of earthen colours while less noticibale, his hands and feet each support an extra digit. Bony lumps and bumps appear randomly under his skin across his forhead and other parts of his body.  He wears animal furs around his waist and appears to have some kind of a sack made from the same skins tied over his back.  A necklace of teeth from various animals can be seen, as can a number of other bones and feathers sewn into his furs, adorning his wrists and tied into parts of his hair.  Two round scars can be seen through the patchwork of coloured skin, on either side of his mouth, as tho it had once been pierced through by something.  Beyond the sack, and clothes his only other posession appears to be a long, thick knife held fast at the waist and showing the marks of a tool that has been lovingly kept sharp and clean.

He looks around at those gathered and speaks with a voice of gravel*

"I am Motor-head, Journeyman Bear Warrior from the clan D'isni, First of the clans amongst the Bloodline of the M'Woki.

Our clan wordsmith, Mission-Impossible, has been gifted to hear the voices of the sky voices, and they have spoken to him, instructing him to send me on a journey to assist those here in a quest they may not yet know.  For I am told that some of you have been gifted by the almighty Talisman to bear his power, and that our blessed Sky-mother, Mo'Town, has drawn your path and turned the wheel to guide you there."

*Motor-head raises his fist to his shoulder with his pinky and thumb extended, and pumps it forward slightly but firmly, in what you take to be some kind of salute*
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #8 on: March 20, 2009, 01:28:29 am »
Spring, the last vestiges of winter desperately cling on but it is a loosing battle. The snows still hold the mountains, but on the steppe they have long since melted away.

Somewhere out on the steppe sits a camp, one of the many clans that roam the steppe call this one home. Large cylindrical tents, each made from skins and furs with a roof that gently sloped up to what appeared to be a large spear head, sprawl over a large area and between then slips a white haired young woman.

Jenii paused for a moment, she could sense her pray up ahead among the trees, so close that her stomach growled in anticipation.

"Shhhhh." Jenii chastised it quietly.

She hadn't eaten a proper meal in days and she was not about to let this one get away from her. It was just up ahead, just behind that tent...

"Hey, You there!" A mans voice yelled out from behind her.

Annoyed Jenii spun around to see a man running toward her fumbling an arrow from a quiver at his hip.

"Hey!" he yelled again.

"Hello," Jenii called cheerily back at him, bouncing on her toes and waving her arm like crazy.

The man stopped, seemingly taken a back for a moment, before recovering himself and aiming his bow at Jenii.

"Who are you?" he asked, "And what are you doing here?"

Jenii stalked up to him slowly but stopped in front of his bow, leaning forward she examined the arrow head that was aimed at her before pulling her finger in her mouth and them placing it on the tip of the arrow. She looked the man in the eye and smiled.

Suddenly something pushed her backwards away from the man with the drawn bow, Jenii stumbled but kept her balance, glancing around she suddenly realsed there were now six or seven bows pointed at her, not to mentioned a number of people who wer beginning to gather, come to see what he commotion was about. Another man stepped into the open space between her and the archers, a long scar running up the side of his face it seemed to give him a mean look. No, he had a mean look the scar just made it meaner.

"What are you doing her girl?" The man ask harshly, "we dont like strangers in our camp."

"Jenii," Jenii said with a smile holding out her hand. "There not stranger now, no no no. Not stranger, I'm Jenii and you, your, who are you?"

She wobbled unsteadly on her feet for a moment, and swung her arms out wildly as if trying to get her balance. Once she was sure she had her balance she put the heel of one hand to her head.

"No." she said in a low voice, talking to herself, "no, go away, no no no no." Suddenly she looked up at the scared man. "Help me...."

Before the man could reply Jenii collapsed to the ground.



charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #9 on: March 20, 2009, 02:06:26 am »
*Motor-head pushed through the crowd who had left after a commotion which immediately followed his speech, to the source of the voice he'd heard and the body he'd seen disappear from view as it collapsed.*

"It can be no coincidence that her arrival to you matches my own!  The sky voices have lead her here!  She walks in the shadow of the almighty Talisman and he has beckoned her to me that I may assist her in fulfilling her destiny!"

*Motor-head knealt down beside the body, raised his head and arms to the sky then lowered them and brushed the back of his hand against the girl's forhead*
« Last Edit: March 20, 2009, 03:05:14 am by charles »
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #10 on: March 20, 2009, 02:52:43 am »
The scar-faced man sneered at the girl and spat on the ground near her feet.

"Fine, if you want her she's yours. But you make sure she follows the rules of this clan like anyone else. You're responsible for her, she causes trouble you're both out." He scowled at the pair of them before walking off.

It was a few moments before Jenii regained consciousness.

"Owwww." She moaned rubbing the top of her head, her eyes narrowed as she focused on the strange looking man standing over her, "Did you hit me? Did he hit me? Owww"

Stifling a yawn she glanced about then held out her hand to the stranger, "Jenii" she told him with a grin.

charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #11 on: March 20, 2009, 03:04:55 am »
*Motor-head clasped the offered hand in his own and, lifting it's owner to her feet, shook it with Vigor*

"I am Motor-head, Journeyman Bear Warrior from the clan D'isni, First of the clans amongst the Bloodline of the M'Woki."

*He continued his speech as before and finished with*

"My Clan's Wordsmith informed me there would be a number of individuals, which means we will no doubt be joined by others soon who share your path"
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #12 on: March 20, 2009, 03:46:20 am »
Jenii watched her hand being shook, then looked at this Motor-head.

"That's not a name," she said frowning, "unless it is. Names are names like... like...  Jenii and Motor-head and and.. do you know any more? Yes? No? No.. doesnt matter names are name are..."

Jenii shook her head and looked around at the camp thoughtfully, before bringing her attention back to the strange man.

"Quest you said?" She stood up straight, pulled her shoulders back and stuck her chest out like she was about to set off on some epic journey, "Yes.. " she grinned, "I'm on a quest, off on a quest, big quest, important quest... Do you know what it is?"

charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #13 on: March 20, 2009, 06:01:06 pm »
"I have been granted a name of power, from the Old Time by our Clan's elders.

As for our quest, the Wordsmith, Mission-Impossible, told me that Mo'Town would reveal the path layed out for us, all in good time.  Your destiny is writen, as it my own, and the spirit of Talisman shall guide you through it."

*he suddenly noted her slightly gaunt appearance then reached into the skin sack at his back and pulled out some dried fruits and salty, twisted meats.*

"Here, eat these and regain your strength.  I shall trade some furs and gain us more while we await the others to reveal themselves."
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

Admiral Apocolypto

  • Guest
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #14 on: March 22, 2009, 12:28:20 am »
Delphiki was rarely bothered as he walked around.  He was small enough to be dismissed as a threat, but he didn't give off the air of desperation that would one expect from a leech.  This was due to people sharing with him willingly, or so they thought.  Therefore, he could come and go as he pleased, and wandered often, going from camp to camp and seldom staying long.  He had no family and no friends, nor was he particularly bothered by this.  He enjoyed being alone with thoughts...usually his, but occasionally he'd wander into a group of people and observe what they said, and what they didn't say.

Delphiki heard surface thoughts almost like most people heard someone talk, it took no more effort.  He was to everyone else as the hearing are to the deaf.  This is not to say he could not distinguish between the two, or that he didn't listen to both at once.  He never tried to tune out the thoughts of others, as he found the spoken word to be extremely unreliable.

As he passed through the various groups of people and took in the thoughts and voices, one thought stood out, a single word, in a rather deep male's voice.

"Jenii"

The tone of the thought was ponderous in nature, and this intrigued Delphiki.  He quickly found the source, and decided to dive a bit beneath the surface level.  The thinker was one Motor-Head, and looking through, Delphiki observed concern for this Jenii, who was clearly the female he was walking away from.  He decided then to find out what was so intriguing about the utterance of the name.  He focused on Jenii, and to his mild surprise, he heard nothing.  She seemed to be eating the food that Motor-Head had provided her, and thinking of nothing.  He dove a bit deeper, but found little useful, which troubled him.

"Either she truly doesn't remember her life prior today...or she knows I'm in there," he thought.  Figuring he had nothing to lose if the latter was the case, he decided to leave after leaving the following message there, a message he assumed she would not recognize as being anything but the product of her own mind.

"That boy deserves my thanks.  I should share my meal with him."

Delphiki was not greedy, he planned on accepting no more than would sustain him for a few days (which, given his size, was a small amount).  He then stood where he was, appearing to watch the sunset, but really listening, to make sure that thought rose to the surface like it always did.

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #15 on: March 23, 2009, 01:17:55 am »
Jenii looked at the offered food suspiciously. Taking it she poked it with a finger cautiously as though it may rear up and bite her, when it didn't she smelt it before popping some of the fruit in her mouth.

"Other?" she asked with a mouth full of food, "There are other? more? How many who are they? Do they know the quest?"

She swallowed before letting out a long yawn. Fatigue was beginning to take it toll, she had been awake for.. for, well for a long time.

"Here," she said thrusting a hand mainly full of meat at Motor-head, "You should eat to, eat eat eat. It's nice. Doesn't bite." She waited for a moment, "Oh, and they say I should say thanks. So thanks, thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks."

She yawned again and wobbled unsteadily on her feet.

Lucid Nightmare

  • Guest
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #16 on: March 23, 2009, 03:55:34 am »
Run! The man willed himself as he sprinted down the darkened alley. His feet pounding against the snow dusted cobblestone, he rounded a corner, avoiding the rubbish strewn about haphazardly. The sound of his heart beating in his ears drowned out the wheeze of his heavy breathing in the thin mountain air.
From behind, a small girl giggled in her high pitch voice.

With renewed vigour, the man surged ahead. He glanced over his shoulder as he ran, trying to locate the source of the sound. Just like the times before, the owner of the voice was nowhere to be seen.
A sickening realisation caused his thoughts to scatter. The alley he had followed was coming to an abrupt end. Slamming against the wall, he used his momentum to propel himself upwards. Frantically his fingers probed the stone wall, trying to find gaps that would allow him to climb. He could gain no purchase on its cold, impassive surface. Landing, he stumbled back a few steps. His back pressing into a nearby window covered with heavy, wrought iron bars. Spinning, he grasped the black steel with his sweaty palms

Despite his best efforts at removing them, the bars would not budge. He slammed a hand against them and let out a small yelp of frustration. His breathing was becoming erratic as he came to grips with the hopelessness of his situation. He flinched as something wet landed on his face, before looking skywards to the dark, angry storm clouds gathered above. Fat, sporadic flakes of snow were beginning to fall earthwards from the heavens. As if announced by the snow, a song came drifting though the air, reverberating off the great stone walls that surrounded him. A child's nursery rhyme no less. Quiet at first, it progressively gained in volume as the singer closed the distance between them.

His knees buckled when the culprit came into view. She was small, just less than half his size. The tattered remains of her clothes fluttered as she moved. In one hand she held a rusty pipe which she let scrape along the ground behind her. From beneath her hood, long strands of dark, black hair hung, looking more like they had been burned that colour than anything. Although her face was shadowed by the hood, one thing stood out. Her eyes. Those impassive, unfeeling eyes. Twin orbs of bleached white that shone like the moon. Although they lacked any pupils, there was no mistaking where she was looking.
"Please" he whispered in a shaky voice, "I don't want to die."
Despite his plea, she continued her relentless advance towards him, singing softly the whole time.

Pressing up against the wall, true fear began to take hold. Small tears of fright began to form in his eyes. He let out a small whimper when she stopped a few feet in front of him. Her song had ended. So too had his chance to escape. He looked on, paralysed with horror as cold, wispy, mist-like apparitions began to form. Like snakes, they curled around her, dancing back and forth. Mouth-like orifices ringed with hundreds of needle sharp teeth were located at random intervals along the smoky appendages. They silently gnashed the air.

Without warning, a wrenching pain erupted from inside him, as if something inside were being pulled out. He collapsed to his knees, unable to support his weight through the pain. It was only then that he saw it. Another mist like apparition was beginning to form, only this time, around him. It beat in time with his heart with warm, mysterious light. As more began to form, the pain increased. It felt like whatever was being removed from him was being replaced with hot coals. The girl gestured with her arms, beckoning towards him. The apparition that had formed around him obeyed. Slowly, but steadily, it stretched towards her. As it did, the appendages around her lashed out. Vicious teeth sunk into what he could only assume was his spirit, the very essence of his being. As they tore out and devoured wispy chunks, he could feel the needle-like pain clutching around his heart. As more mouths tore at his soul, so too did the needle-like pain around his heart multiply. He screamed out in uncontrollable pain.

For what felt like an eternity, they feasted on his soul. When he though it could hurt no more, the pain increased tenfold. Without warning, the tentacles retreated, his soul snapping back to him like an elastic band. A great sense of relief washed over him as the pain subsided, yet nothing could fill the empty void that he could feel within. A wave of nausea coursed through him. He doubled over, spilling the contents of his stomach onto the ground. Seeing the girl's feet in front of him, he looked up. Just in time to see the rusty pipe on a collision course with his head.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain. It never came. He slowly open his eyes again. The world was sideways. Funny, he thought. I don't remember lying down on the ground. He felt something warm run down the side of his face. It was nice, he was feeling a bit cold. As he closed his eyes again, he felt strangely tired. It was quiet. So peacefully quiet. He enjoyed the silence. Far off, he thought he could hear the sound of a small girl giggling...

charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #17 on: March 23, 2009, 07:43:38 am »
*Meanwhile, further down the mountain where the snow was all but gone with the approaching summer, Motor-head ate with Jenii.  He had felt that he should stay and wait for others or a sign to leave, but with his few furs sold, he had nothing left to buy food with and unless they could rely on the charity of the village (which he doubted), they would need to leave it's vicinity before it ran out in what he estimated to be 3 days, so he could collect wild fruits and hunt game to eat and trade with.  Maybe that was the sign he needed, but that was a task for the morning.

He could not tell Jenii who else they might be waiting for and he may indeed have been told but he knew it was a mirracle that he'd remembered as much of his wordsmith's prophecy as he had considering the faulty memory inherent in all his clan except their wordsmiths.  Her behaviour did strike him as unusual, right down to offering him the very food he had shared with her, but now she was evidently tired, no, exhausted from her ordeals, lack of food and the new meal that her body now needed to digest.*


"You need sleep Jenii. It has been a long day and journey for both of us. We shall rest by the fire for warmth.  My home is in the plains to the south, so I am unfortunately ill prepared for the cold of the white death in these parts, even as the East and West doors of the sun locate further north and Mo'Town's warming fire heart travel's the sky ever closer to us and sends it back to the rivers."

*A young boy hovered by and watched, but despite normally being alert and attentive to such things, his mind never seemed to let him dwell on the boy's presence for any great period of time. He sung a soft lullaby to Jenii, and partly to himself, as she settled down.  A song heard so many times that it was ingrained in his lips, beyond the need for active memory.*

"The bushland is quiet, and all are sleeping
The bunyip's gone away, so there's nothing to fear
The stars shine down, on the valleys and mountain tops
Sleep little one sleep, for the dreamtime is here...
..."
« Last Edit: March 23, 2009, 07:46:02 am by charles »
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

Oddball

  • Moderator
  • Nymphomaniac!!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17152
  • Me the 13th Duke of Wymbourne are they quite mad!
    • MSN Messenger - oddballsco@hotmail.co.uk
    • Yahoo Instant Messenger - oddball24sco
    • View Profile
    • Myspace Profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #18 on: March 23, 2009, 07:56:56 am »
Name: Duncan of the Clan Chatton
Age: Mid to late 30’s
Species: Human Highlander Warrior
Appearance: fur shin length boots, traditional kilt with material draped over left shoulder can be used to sleep in and as a blanket, shoulder length ginger hair with sooty black streaks and a scar made by a Broadsword running diagonal across his chest going right to left.
Personality: quiet, almost solemn but quick to anger and a fiery temper good at tactics with average IQ.
Powers/Enhanced Abilities: Highland Charge, able to quick march over long distances, rough terrain and still able to fight a battle without any difficulties.
 Weapons: Dirk or the Sgian Dubh (Black Knife), a spear, a shield and a Claymore sword
Bio: One of three known surviving warriors from the massacre of his village of Holy Loch in Glen Caledon. His family dead or scattered across the lands his quest is to bring them back together.


The Glen was silent now and a cold wind blew down from the snow covered peaks dispersing the black smoke that hung around like a heavy blanket.....the tortured cries of the die-ing and serverly wounded had stopped a few hours ago. His village, or rather what was left of the village, of Holy Loch was just piles of rubble and burnt wooden beams.  He had cremated his wife and brothers, and the other mutulated bodies of his Clankin, in the tradional way of sending them off into the middle of the Loch on a wooden raft and launching a burning arrow.  Now the other two warriors gathered round since Duncan now was the "Elder" they took a blood vow to hunt down the Black Watch and to ru-unite the Taken Ones.  They all went seperate ways Nai went towards the West while Hector went East for Duncan he headed South  since he knew the Black Watch came from there and the populated areas....
« Last Edit: March 24, 2009, 05:22:58 pm by Oddball »
What good is dreaming it if you don't actually do it?.

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #19 on: March 23, 2009, 08:05:12 am »
Jenii shook her head violently as a scared expression crossed her face.

"No. No no no no no. No sleep, mustn't sleep, can't sleep. Got to stay awake, awake awake awake."

Placing her hand in her mouth Jenii bit down on it hard, hard enough to draw blood.

"There awake now. Dont need sleep, no, no sleep for Jenii. Sleep bad. It waits for Jenii in her sleep. But does it know where Jenii is? does it know who Jenii is? If I sleep will it pounce?" With the last word she leapt toward Motor-head. "Pounce and strike, pounce and strike. It. But what is it, it it it. No sleep, no sleep no sleep."

Jenii wobbled for a moment, then dropped to the ground as her legs decided they could no longer be bothered with holding her up. With a sigh Jenii laid down on her side, and curled up in a ball, resting her head on her hands.

"Jenii rests, but no sleep. Don't let Jenii sleep, no sleep. Promise, promise promise promise?"

Oddball

  • Moderator
  • Nymphomaniac!!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17152
  • Me the 13th Duke of Wymbourne are they quite mad!
    • MSN Messenger - oddballsco@hotmail.co.uk
    • Yahoo Instant Messenger - oddball24sco
    • View Profile
    • Myspace Profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #20 on: March 23, 2009, 08:27:54 am »
Duncan had covered many miles how far he had come he did not know, his sense of time and distance had for once failed him, his burning want for vengence had kept him going.  His hate like a Hell Fire burning constantly behind his narrow eyes gave him a look like he was staring off into infinity.   
      It was the sound of voices and smell of smoke that made him stop, instantly he dropped to his knees and pulled the length of his kilt off his shoulders and over his head ,making him near invisable in the darkness, then stalked his way forward with his Dirk drawn from its sheath.  He did not look directly at the fire since it would ruin his night vision but he could make out two shaddows on the other side of it talking and a name of Jenii came to his ears....
What good is dreaming it if you don't actually do it?.

charles

  • Moderator
  • Harem Master
  • *****
  • Posts: 3603
  • LAWNMOWER MASACRE
    • MSN Messenger - charles_wilkinson@hotmail.com
    • View Profile
    • google profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #21 on: March 23, 2009, 08:30:38 am »
*Motor-head didn't quite know what to make of Jenii's fear but he was alarmed.  Sleep had not been a problem in his own lands for centuries but Jenii's words brought back the memory that lately, some of his tribe had experienced problems that he had yet to encounter himself.  Was this why the wordsmith, Mission-Impossible, had sent him north? He had yet to enter a true sleep state in the north lands, having run in the half sleeping state that the majority of his people are capable of, for much of his journey to this village.  Yet even his own people slept a deep slumber when they could truly rest and there was no need to run.  Without thinking it further through he promised not to let her sleep, but now as he watched her 'rest', determining the distinction between that state and sleep troubled him.

Eventually he settled for flicking her ear once in a while, which appeared to annoy the girl into swatting for an evasive fly by her head, but seemed to do the trick... still, as he sat there with the quietening darkness creaping over, the warm fire at his side and the relief of finally not running for a night, he felt his own exhaustion start to take him as the memory of his reason for flicking this strange girl's ear begun to fade and his worry of sleep faded with it.  As the mopoke's song filled the night sky, his eyes begun to glaze and finally close over, his head begun to sink forward and as his finger missed a flick of Jenii's ear, the mopoke's song entered it's cadence...

The boy watching them had only been noted in the back depths of his mind and the thought of him didn't seem to surface higher, but the slight sounds of the man approaching the other side of the village fire which he and Jenii now rested close by, fast approaching sleep, was not noticed at all over the crackling fire and the final cords of the mopoke's lullaby*


NOTE: above, edited after noticing Oddball's post.
« Last Edit: March 23, 2009, 08:37:22 am by charles »
CLAN OF THE CATS IS MAKING A COMEBACK! JUNE 8th.  BE THERE!

Oddball

  • Moderator
  • Nymphomaniac!!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17152
  • Me the 13th Duke of Wymbourne are they quite mad!
    • MSN Messenger - oddballsco@hotmail.co.uk
    • Yahoo Instant Messenger - oddball24sco
    • View Profile
    • Myspace Profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #22 on: March 23, 2009, 09:37:40 am »
Duncan used every scrap of cover to get nearer to the village.  His senses sharp due to the unkown but then some thing unheard cut through them. The final chords of the music sort of took control and he felt suddenly very, very tired.  Duncan fell into a deep slumber against a building with the voice of the old village Seer in his head saying "The sea shall grant each man new hope, a sleep brings dreams of home" it was then the nightmare struck him....
What good is dreaming it if you don't actually do it?.

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #23 on: March 23, 2009, 12:41:02 pm »
"Go 'way" Jenii mumbled sleepily at the thing that kept biting her ear and somehow it did. But without its attention sleep took it's moment and consumed Jenii.

Daylight, such as it was, illuminated the vast plain Jenii stood in the middle of, a strong wind pulled and tugged at her, first one way, then the other. As it tugged she thought she heard it whispering.

Stepping forward she began to walk, she had no idea where she was heading, or why, but it seemed the right direction. Something urged her to go faster and she began to run, but it wasnt fast enough, something pulled her on, seemingly encouraging her to go faster.

But I can't Jenii thought frustratingly, something tickled her memory she couldnt catch hold of it, yet suddenly she found herself moving faster, much faster. Trees, rocks, everything flew past her as she moved on. Without thinking about it Jenii crossed a wide river flanked by trees, rare in the steppes. Beginning to enjoy the speed of her movement the urge to be somewhere faded to the back of her mind. This all seemed familiar somehow, but it was like her reflection in the water, if she reached out to grab them they would shatter, wobble and reform out of reach.

She came around a tree, wove across the river and circled a second tree, then suddenly stopped. There was a distinct feeling there was something else there, watching her. She looked about nervously now, but saw nothing. Telling herself she was being silly she came around the tree, ready to cross the river again and then she saw it.

Just for the briefest moment on the other bank something glistened, curiosity and cautiousness fought inside her briefly and curiouness won. Moving slowly now Jenii crossed the river, ducking behind trees when she got to the other bank as she approached where she had seen the flash of light. There was nothing there, and no sign that anything had been. In the courner of her eye the light flashed, it was outside the trees now, away from the river. Jenii moved closer and it vanished. Unsure what to do she waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of it again. After a full minute it appeared in the distance, a small spark of light just hovering there, she got the impression it was waiting, but waiting for what? Jenii surged forward, as fast as she could hoping to catch it before it vanished again. The light bobbed up and down for a moment, then shot off to the north, Jenii followed it. She chased the spark across the flat landscape, several times it vanished only to reappear again further on and Jenii found she was enjoying the chase, it had been a while since she had had this much fun, any thoughs that the spark could be leading her into danger never crossed her mind.

She chased the spark until it reached a scattering of large stones that reached out of the ground at odd angles. Although the elements had done thier hardest to disguise the fact, the stones had clearly not been cut and placed there by the natural workings of the world. When the spark reached the nearest stone it flared up briefly and then vanished. Jenii slowed down as she had done every time on her mad chase that the spark had vanished and drifeted slowly towards the stones. As she approached she could see that in the center of the stones the land dipped into some kind of bowl, although if it was natural or not she could not tell. Something told Jenii that she should be cautious here, may be even that she should go no further but curiousity still had a hold on her and she moved forward slowly.

There was movement in the bowl, although she could of sworn there had been no-one there when she approached she could now clearly see in the middle of the bowl was a large stone block, smoothed flat like some kind of table, on it lay a body partially covered by some kind of sheet or robe of something, all she could see from her position was a pare of bare feet sticking out from under it, the persons upper body was hidden by the second occupant of the bowl. With its back to her Jenii could only tell it was man, he had long brown hair with a few streaks of gray beginning to appear, broad shoulders and thick, strong arms, the rest of his body shape was hidden behind dark colour robes and in his hand he held a long knife, its blade made from some kind of crystal. He seemed to be doing something to the figure on the slab with it, although she could not work out what. As the man worked Jenii hovered nervously on the edge of the bowl, although the man should not be aware of her presence.

Moving down the figure, his back still to Jenii the man continued his work, he was no longer blocking the figures head and she got a good look at its face. The person on the slab was female, her long white hair spread out in a fan behind her head as she lay there facing straight up, her mouth open in a silent scream although the rest of her face seemed peaceful, calm. It was an all to familiar face and Jenii could not stop herself from letting out a small gasp, it was her.

The man turned, his eyes seeming to pierce Jenii as her mind hovered there. He had a long face with narrow eyes and nose and a white and red flecked beard covered his chin.

"You!" he snapped with a hint of fear running through his voice, "You should not be here yet. It is not time."

He spun back to the stone table, which was suddenly empty, his knife held high and stabbed it down. The blade struck the stone table, sparked briefly, then shattered. With a gesture of his hand he gathered the shards together and held them suspended in mid air, sharp points aimed for Jenii like an army of needles.

"Be gone!" he snapped and hurled the shards at her.

With a loud scream Jenii woke up, her hair and eyes had turned completely black...

Admiral Apocolypto

  • Guest
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #24 on: March 23, 2009, 06:07:56 pm »
Noticing that Motor-head was kind enough to simply offer food, Delphiki decided he would simply ask for some, if only to give his vocal chords exercise.  He would need to talk someday, and he wouldn't want them wearing out from complete disuse before then.  However, as he was heading in the giant's direction, a single word caught him by surprise.  However, the mere mention of a wordsmith didn't bother him until he heard the name.

"Well that's just unlikely," he thought.  "But I suppose he doesn't know that his wordsmith friend is dead.  And he'd hardly suspect me even if he did."

He remembered back a few weeks when he was passing through, and by chance discovered that this Mission-Impossible was a wordsmith.  Always seeking knowledge, he dove straight in.  However, he was careless, and was quickly detected.  When he started picking up surface thoughts of alarm, he had to make a hasty exit before he could gain the vast knowledge he went in for.  Risking exposure was out of the question, though, so without any external hints on his face, he gave a direct message to the brain.  A rather simple message, but one he had never tested, and while nobody would ever guess it, he was always curious to see if it would work.

"All systems shut down."

There was no screams, no panic, just a complete and distinct silence coming from the mind of the former wordsmith.

He didn't think he'd hear that kind of silence again until he ran into Jenii...

Oddball

  • Moderator
  • Nymphomaniac!!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17152
  • Me the 13th Duke of Wymbourne are they quite mad!
    • MSN Messenger - oddballsco@hotmail.co.uk
    • Yahoo Instant Messenger - oddball24sco
    • View Profile
    • Myspace Profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #25 on: March 23, 2009, 06:44:48 pm »
*Duncan was home….but yet this did not feel like the Glen he was familiar with, it seemed darker and colder some how even though it was summer.  The scenery was different, voices sounded different more importantly HE was different.  Duncan turned around and saw two familiar faces…..they were Nai and Hector, toy fighting as usual only this time younger versions of the ones he had left some time before to go their separate ways.  Suddenly a great paw of a hand gripped Duncan’s shoulder and a voice boomed.
“Well lil’ brother are ye ready tae go aff on the Great Hike?”
It could not be….could it? Last time Duncan had heard that voice he was only a Yearling, not quite a man and just leaving childhood, it could only have been Wade, Duncan’s best friend and fighting partner through out the teachings of the Seer and the Warrior Elders.  Duncan heard himself speak,
“Aye that I am big brother lets go tae it!”
“I have not thought about this for years” Duncan mumbled to himself “why am I reliving this now?”
The Great Hike was their rights of passage to become one of the Warrior sect, a test of survival up in the Great White North where the snows never melt. The four gathered up their gear and trudged off up the Glen.
   
The four had been friends since early childhood but Wade and Duncan had formed a tight bond and did everything together, Wade quickly developed height, strength and great skills with sword and dirk, leaving the other three far behind.
“But Wade is…….DEAD! Yes he died on this ver…….”
That thought died on his lips before he could finish it, time had jumped further on to when they where going over the Buchille Ben Jearag, the high point of the pass of the Red Hill,  normally this was easy going but the snow had lingered here longer than usual forming a cornice high above the Yearlings. Duncan looked up when he heard the noise, in slow motion he saw the cornice break off and gather speed towards the four friends, suddenly they where buried underneath the avalanche of snow and rocks.  Duncan felt himself suffocate and choke as he swallowed snow, eventually what seemed like for ever he had stopped rolling and tumbling, after figuring out which way up he was Duncan proceeded to dig his way out of what could have been his snowy tomb.  At long last he saw daylight and two of his companions where standing there looking down at the broken body of what remained of Wade………..*


Duncan woke up screaming, eyes wide in a cold sweat it felt like his chest was crushed and his limbs where badly bruised and cut up again…….
What good is dreaming it if you don't actually do it?.

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #26 on: March 24, 2009, 05:46:15 am »
Jenii shook Motor-head roughly.

"You let me sleep!" She said accusingly."You promised! Promise promise prom... owwwww"

Reaching into her coat she searched for the thing that had jabbed her in the side, it didnt take her to long to find. A large shard of crystal, just like a piece the knife the man in her dream had thrown at her. She turned it over in her hands looking at it in puzzlement but before she had long to think about it a mans scream broke the air. Shoving the piece of crystal into her belt she gave Motor-head another shove and then went searching for the source of the scream.

Rounding a courner Jenii saw a man in what appeared to be a skirt sat on the ground. With a slight giggle at his attire she crouched down beside him.

"You ok? You scream. Scream scream scream." She asked him before screaming loudly, "like that?"

Oddball

  • Moderator
  • Nymphomaniac!!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17152
  • Me the 13th Duke of Wymbourne are they quite mad!
    • MSN Messenger - oddballsco@hotmail.co.uk
    • Yahoo Instant Messenger - oddball24sco
    • View Profile
    • Myspace Profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #27 on: March 24, 2009, 09:30:48 am »
“Huh?.....Wha? Who are you and your companion?  Where is this place?”
Duncan eyed the lass with suspicion but decided she was harmless and placed his Dirk back into its sheath in his right boot.  Shakily he stood up
.”I had a bed dream, a very bad dream lassie, aine that has not haunted me furrrr many a lang yearrrrr.”
Slowly he reached round for his leather gourd.
“Would ye like some Mead?” he offered her………..
What good is dreaming it if you don't actually do it?.

NightWraith

  • Forbidden Fruit
  • ****
  • Posts: 1877
    • View Profile
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #28 on: March 24, 2009, 12:00:34 pm »
"Jenii", Jenii said sticking out her hand. "He's Motor-head and you..." she cut off mouth open in surprise ignoring the mans offer of mead.

Jenii stared at the sky for a moment, then began to let out a low whine as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"Someone's killing the stars," she said, sounding scared as she watched them vanish one by one as though disappearing behind a cloud moving in from the south.

There was the faintest of whispers somewhere behind and to the left of Jenii and her head whipped around, looking for the source. Another faint whisper came somewhere from the right, as Jenii turned to look at it she swore she caught a glance of something moving. Her whine increased in volume and pitch and began to take on a panicked tone and she began to bounce on her toes. In the distance the light from a camp fire seemed to fade although the flame was burning as fierce as before. In the distance a number of screams could be heard, panicked and scared. Mixed in were others of a malevolent nature.
« Last Edit: March 24, 2009, 02:27:35 pm by NightWraith »

Oddball

  • Moderator
  • Nymphomaniac!!
  • *****
  • Posts: 17152
  • Me the 13th Duke of Wymbourne are they quite mad!
    • MSN Messenger - oddballsco@hotmail.co.uk
    • Yahoo Instant Messenger - oddball24sco
    • View Profile
    • Myspace Profile
    • Email
Re: Nightmares
« Reply #29 on: March 24, 2009, 03:32:08 pm »
Ah so this was Jenii, and what did she call her friend Motor...Head? and now some thing was spooking her.  By mere instinct Duncan reached behind him for his Claymore, but did not draw it, and took up a relaxed defensive stance, the gourd of mead forgotten about for now.  Whatever Jenii was hearing/seeing there was no sign apparent to Duncan except for this strange wind that was getting stronger and louder.  Duncan felt very much out of his element down here on the Steppes. What ever was out there, as much as he could tell; only Jenii could really  sense what was going on around them.  Jenii had mentioned some thing about the stars, so Duncan looked up and the stars did seem duller down in this part of the world with not many showing, not the bright stars and the large constellations he was used to in Glen Caledon and its clear skies. After a quick scan Duncan asked;
“What’s wrrrang?  What’s oot therrre?” 
« Last Edit: March 24, 2009, 05:15:55 pm by Oddball »
What good is dreaming it if you don't actually do it?.