Subj: [ffml] [HD] Plucked in the night Date: 6/3/01 2:02:02 PM Central Daylight Time From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship) Reply-to: ffml@yahoogroups.com To: ffml@yahoogroups.com (ffml), hilliondynasty@egroups.com (Hillion Dynasty) (Sorry Pyxie, but we REALLY need to get the plot moving.) The sight of the new harem building was peaceful in the night. Around a campfire, many rested. Pyxie lied, troubled, squirming in the night in the throes of her own self created hell, clutching the bag which held the crystal that she had so dearly defended. "Great." thought the figure. "Guess I'll have to lop her head off or something. Fucking stealth work." The figure in question was a large, eight feet tall figure that wore a magnificent green cloak. One could tell it was a forest green cloak because of the moonlight, which gave the added advantage that it concealed the rest of his body. Pyxie's squirming caused her to roll over, exposing the bag. He figure sighed. "Oh well. I guess I'll let her live this time." He grabbed the crystal and stuck it into his pocket. He then turned and walked away. -- The eternal lord of darkness... Subj: [ffml] [HD] Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here. Date: 6/3/01 4:55:37 PM Central Daylight Time From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship) Reply-to: ffml@yahoogroups.com To: ffml@yahoogroups.com (ffml), hilliondynasty@egroups.com (Hillion Dynasty) It had been many, many days since the fall off the harem. Even Arcanis had lost track. But now, now they were at Kholingen, resting at the inn. Tommorrow, a ship they had managed to charter would carry them to Sornos. Soon, this blasted journey would be done. Something deeply troubled Gooshaki, however. From what he understood about this Aracalen figure, he was a sort of god. Beyond that, he didn't quite figure out what was happening, although he assumed this whole assault on Hillion would not be a good thing. His thoughts troubled him through sleep. He dreamed of a horrible creature, crushing Lia into dust while he watched in horror. He dreamed of a great shadow oversweeping the earth, and a form declaring himself ruler of the universe before wiping all life on the earth off like a dirty dustmat. Then, he saw a figure. It resembled his father. "Today, a hero shall come to you." Then he woke up. Lia was looking over him. "You were having a nightmare." Gooshaki looked around. Arcanis was levatating in a sort of medatation like trance, Gray was curled up in the sun rays with Cait Sith curled up on top of him. "Sorry if I disturbed you, Lia." "That's quite alright. Did you..." She stopped herself short. "Did I see anything?" Gooshaki chuckled. "I saw my father. HE said... he said today we will meet a hero. What nonsense." A yell was heard outside. Gray and Cait Sith bolted up. Arcanis lowered to the floor. "What could that commotion be?" asked Lia as she opened the window. Several two guards were running into the local cemetary. A large, cloaked figure was seen digging up several graves. Lia bit her lip as she clenched her teeth. Her people were very sensitive about their dead, and just as sensitive about the death of others. Graverobbing was a crime worse than murder. She looked to her comrades. "Well, don't just stand there! Let's get that bastard!" She lept out the window and glided down to the floor. She heard her comrades behind her as she ran to the cemetary. Guards were looking frantically for the crook but she ran right to him. Silently, she prepared an Icebolt. The figure turned around. It was holding the dead body of... someone much like a husband carries his wife up the steps. Seeing her, it chuckled. "Hey baby." She let the bolt loose. The figure dropped the corpse and dodged out of the way. "Jesus fucking christ lady! Get a grip!" "Silence, graverobber!" she snarled. "Woah! I'm not robbing the graves, I'm simply... borrowing the bodies for... specific purposes! Yeah, that's it." "Just who are you?" asked Arcanis, having caught up with Lia. "Frig, you people are way to sensitive. It's not like these people haven't been been fucked in almost a century or anything." "Who are you!?!" roared Lia. The figure chuckled as he pulled down his hood. It revealed the head of a Lizard Man, missing an eye. He had somewhat blackish skin, with a small horn portruding from his nose. "The name is Blackthorne Quetzalcoatl, and just who might you people be? Especially the violent, sexy young lady with the kinky wings and all?" Everyone just stared at him. He shruged. "Well, if you're all caught speechless by my dashing good looks, I'll be on my way. I have a long journey tommorrow." "Not so fast." started Lia. "You have interrupted the rest of the deceased. You must pay the consequences." "That reminds me." said Blackthorne. He grabbed the corpse he was carring and slung it over his shoulder. "Goodnight." "Hold still or I'll freeze you into a statue!" yelled Lia. "Hey, lady, if you want to join me for the night, that's great, but if not, I really must get back to my room before the head of this thing falls off." The corpse's head suddenly fell off. "Dammit." He then began to walk to the hotel room. Lia flung an icebolt at him. A sudden shield surrounded Blackthorne and the bolt fell to the ground. Arcanis jumped forward. "He must have a crystal! After him!" However, Blackthorne was gone. Gooshaki sniffed the air. "He's going to the inn." They rushed after him. Once inside the inn, they saw the innkeeper had retired. Thus why no one had noticed the arm that was left on the floor. They ran up the stairs, saw a half open door and bolted in. Inside was a ghastly sight. What was left of the body was dressed in some silk lingere. From the bathroom emerged Blackthorne in a bathrobe. On his neck hung a crystal that Arc had seen about a month before... the crystal of balance. "Geeze. You have no sense of privacy, do you?" "Why do you have the Crystal of Balance?" "Because I found it?" "That crystal is the property of the Anything Goes School of Sexual Arts!" "Really? When I found it, it was in a bag for a bunch of people sleeping in a clearing." "You killed her!" yelled Arcanis. "I didn't kill anyone, unfortunately." Arcanis threw a psionic bolt at Blackthorne. THe bolt hit his barrier. He sighed. "Okay esper, if you want to fight, let's get it on, bitch." Blackthorne reached for his sword sheath, where he produced a gigantic claymore, almost as large as him. Etched on the side of the blade were the words "40 pound horsecock." He swung it around a few times to get his point across that this blade could kill. "Come on shorty." he chuckled. Arcanis pulled out his staff. With his staff, he launched a fireball at Blackthorne. THe fireball hit the shield and the shield fluctuated, but the fireball disipated. Blackthorne began to stroll forward. Arcanis threw a lightning bolt. The bolt didn't make it's way though, but the shielf appeared thinner. Arcanis sighed and threw another fireball. It blasted through the shield, burning away Blackthorne's bathrobe. Blackthorne chuckled in spite of his singed flesh. "Geeze, it's obvious what you really want, now isn't it?" From behind Blackthorne expanded a pair of bat like wings that spanned across the room. The skin on them was so thin one could see the candles behind them. Blackthorne swung a wing at Arcanis before he could react. Arcanis fell over. Blackthorne was on him in an instant. Arcanis felt himself grasped by his chest. Them, he felt himself swung and then felt himself soaring. Then he felt the wall and the floor. Blackthorne retracted his wings. "Now then, if you've gotten over my personal means of passing time, maybe you could tell me who you are?" No one said anything. "Fine. Get the hell out of my room." Slowly, everyone shuffled out. * * * * * * * The strangeness of the night before still harassed their senses as they boarded the vessel, the Rose, that they had chartered. The captain welcomed everyone aboard. "Oh yes, by the way. There is one other passanger for Sornos, and he'll be joining you on this trip." "Fine by me." grumbled Arc, still feeling some aches from his rather rough encounter with the wall the night before. The ship departed. Soon, Kholingen and their known world disapeared over the horizon. They had not seen this other passenger all day. As they were sitting on the deck, the door to a cabin opened up. "Well I'll be damned." They all took around. Arcanis swore. It was Blackthorne. "Dude," he began "This is pretty fucked up right here." -- The eternal lord of darkness... 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