IC: Improv Thread

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OOC: Let's take turns posting. No set rules, everything is flexible (which makes this thing so great). How about, if someone's turn has come up and s/he hasn't posted for 7 days, someone else continue the story at random. I'll start it off. Who goes next, you decide.
By the way, I've decided that my royal blue text color would be too distracting so I won't use it IC.

IF you want to join, go to the OOC thread. If you are already in (mn of jade, Gifted), jump right in.

IC:

"Another one? What's up, boyfriend got you down?"
Claria downed the next bowl of ale in front of her and glared at the barkeeper. He lacked tact to a sickening degree. Your mother could die and he'd yell a question at you from across the room.
"Shut up."
The barkeeper smirked but knew better than to say anything. He'd had his experiences with this young lady.
'Maybe I had enough.'
Claria stared at the full bowl sitting next to the one she had just finished, and thought,
'Nah.'

Two hours later, she walked (she refused to allow her alcohol-riddled legs to shake) up to her room and lay on her bed. She quickly changed into her nightclothes and threw her things into the closet.
'I really need to start cleaning this place up.'
She reached out and gently tapped an invisible rune affixed above her bedpost. It started to glow a harsh red. This was one of her little magical gimicks to stop intruders. Anyone who dared come in would be given a jolt of electricity. A short, sharp shock never did anyone harm, did it?
'Maybe tomorrow.'


Claria woke up with a start. She immediately felt the beginnings of her post-booze headache begin to assault her and she hurriedly whispered a word of power.
Asaou Iothai...
The small field of magic wrapped itself around her head and nullified the headache. She yawned and collapsed into the bathtub, which was already filled with hot water. Ah, magic. What would she do without it?
She stepped out and risked a quick glimpse at the mirror. She snatched up her comb, thought for a moment, and threw it back into
her bag. Why bother? She dried her hair, and just tossed it behind her.
'And my friends call me vain. Give me a break.'
She looked out the window and noticed only then that it was still 4 a.m. She sighed.
'This is the third time it's happened. When did I acquire this weird habit of getting up at the crack of dawn? Someone must be messing with my sleep cycle.'
She put on her clothes, took her stuff, and stepped out the door.


A blast of wind signalled an incoming blow. She twisted away and whispered another word of power that deflected the blade that was aimed straight at her neck.
She had no idea why anyone would want her dead, but analysis could come later. The main thing was to survive.
Phasai!!
A wave of blinding light streaked around her, and she quickly rendered herself invisible as she grabbed a thick branch above her. On her perch, she inspected her attackers.
They were heavyset men, clothed in leather armor studded with metal, and they were armed with battle axes. The insignia on their backs clearly indicated who they were.
'Shit! The templars of the god of Doom? Why would they want me!?'
They would recover within the next few seconds or so from the temporary blindness, and with their holy magic they would find her wherever she ran. She would have to kill them all without a trace, or risk being dragged off the the Temple of their god. It was a gloomy prospect.

'Where's an unexpected source of help when you need it?'

OOC: Ok, someone save her! :D Note, sciforums might log you out when you are typing long posts, so save your work.
 
OOC: Any particular point of view(i.e. first person, third, etc.)?

Kaldaran had stepped around the corner after the flash of light. He saw the men, and felt the aura of the wizard in the tree a dozen yards ahead. Blasted schools ruined another good mage! It was happening all to often. He gestured with his staff, and green lightning burst from the tip to strike the men down. They landed on the ground twitching.

"Any particluar reason you didn't fry them instead of blinding them?" He called up to the young woman, pale skin obvious in the predawn light.
 
Venator opened his eyes and the spasms stopped. He groaned, the muscles of his body burned and ached rather painfully. His comrades had all fallen in a green flash. His eyes flicked back and forth in the darkness, his mind blank with knowledge. What had happened?

His memory receded...he had been cutting firewood on the edge of the northern forest, it was cold, his breath was visible and steamed out of his nostrils. It was cloudy and the sky had spackled the air with a snowflake or two every once in awhile, but nothing serious occured. He gathered the wood he had chopped and plodded back through the hardened snow that had fallen the week before, his ankles clawed at by the ice beneath his thin garments.

He reached his humble, quiet house, at the top of a hill, from where he could see a great deal of the barren land, the distant Azureas Mountains serrating the horizon, the flat expanse of snow betraying no intruders. The trees of the forest groaned behind him, and he glanced back into their darkness, to see nothing of interest. He turned back to his home.

It burst into shards of flame, one of them smashed his forehead and all went black, blacker than the depths of the great forest.

Now his fingers clutched his father's battleaxe. What am I doing?

The muscles in his arms tensed and he hurled the heavy weapon at the invisible woman, who he could somehow feel...almost as if part of her skin were pressed against his own in the direction that she lay. His ears throbbed at a scream that cracked the glass windows of the small castle they stood outside of. Venator managed to sigh, for he lacked any control of his body, and could only watch as the battleaxe, now drenched in blood, returned to his outstretched fingers, ready for the foe that had brought down his comrades.

OOC: POV makes no difference to me. Hope no one's posted in the time it took to write this. There's an option you can turn on here under the user options menu, turn on browse forums with cookies or something like that. Say yes to any options that sound like that and you should be fine.
 
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Fizz ran up from his concealed spot, using his skills as a master thief to conceal himself. He saw the battle axe fly back to the wielders hands, and saw the invisible woman slowly return to being visible. She had been hit gravely by a battle axe, and would surely die in a minute... unless... He jumped swiftly up the tree from branch to branch. He took out his dagger, with the Blue Topaz on the hilt, and pressed the Gem onto the womans forehead. He unlocked the power within the gem... he gave it the command to heal... There was blue light coming from the gem... Soft at first, until it grew brighter and brighter and it seemed as though it was a sun in itself... The light faded, revealing the womans wounds had been healed. He looked atThe man walking away, with his bloodstained axe. Noting that he probably couldnt rush him and take him alone, he opened one the pouches at his belt. He removed a few small magic pellets of some kind, and put one on the branch beside this mage... Her name... Claria? He extended his hand toward her and let flow a memory of the item he gave her. How to use it, and what it is. She started to come to, and Fizz didnt need to be spotted by someone... yet. He took out another pellet, Threw it to the ground, and vanished i the cloud of smoke that resulted... He teleported himself in the direction of the other, the person who had struck down these templars...
OOC: How are we gonna do dialogue? :D
 
OOC: How about this? I'll list some items that we somehow have to ncorporate into the story. Everybody pick one! (of course, in the spirit of flexibility, no one HAS to do this, only a suggestion)

A Castle
a talking squirrel
an enchanted pair of boots
a curse that reduces your social skills (how it does that, you decide)
a bowl of noodles
a jug of cheap rum
a talking tree

IC:
Claria immediately felt the soreness from the wound and spoke a potent little spell that healed nonmagical wounds effectively. Also, as a sort of cosmetic effect, she cast some quasi-illusions to cover it up.

She noticed Kaldaran and mentally scowled.
'Damn. I hate being in debt.'
She looked over at the man who had just toasted her assailants and smiled civilly.
"Well, no reason, except for the fact that I was still half asleep and I've been taken by surprise. I also happen to be an advocate of the value of life."
She hopped down from the tree and extended a hand.
"Hello, my name is Claria..."

At that moment, a squirrel jumped in front of her. Normally, this would not have surprised her. But this one had grey fur with bits of it that was dyed yellow, and it was wearing a belt with various weapons and implements dangling from it. It was also wearing a ferocious frown.
"You impudent human! How dare you defile my tree with your sickly human presence! Do you know who I am?"
Claria stared at the small form in front of her, which was hunched up in a manner that suggested authority, and decided to ignore it. She shook Kaldaran's hand.
"...and I'm a mage and a rogue of some sorts. I live around here. You?"

She noticed that one of her assailants were up and about to recover. He was the one who had thrown the axe at her, and she didn't like the look on his face. She tensed the muscles in her body as she awaited Kaldaran's introduction.

IC: Hm, takes a while to get a feel for a new character. I've made this one up on the spot, but after 4-5 posts I should get a really good feel for her.

Hope you folks get the idea here. And how do we do dialogue? Like I did? It's a start.
 
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OOC: Sorry about that, must have mistaken the scenery. I'll make the required edits, thought she was still inside. All I can ask is that you [zero] somehow include Venator in your last post, so I can write more of what happens with him.
 
OOC: Wait, leave it as it is. It's ok to me. Um, I'll add parts about Venator as soon as Kaldaran replies...since I've introduced myself to him...ok?
 
OOC: Alright I'm not gonna wait for Kaldaran.

IC:

"My name is Kaldaran. I'm a mage, as you see."

Claria and Kaldaran briefly smiled at each other. Claria turned her head.

'That one seems different from the others. For one thing, he's a lot tougher.'

Venator had recovered, and before he could make a move, Claria glided over to him. Close enough to talk, but not too close. Her hands were blazing with bright blue light, and she exuded a faint aura of magic. She glared at him.

"What's the point in throwing that axe at me?"

Meanwhile, the talking squirrel had disappeared for the moment.
 
You know, I think I've lost interest in this thread...zero and others, feel free to carry on Venator's story. Sorry...
 
OOC:
Originally posted by Pollux V
You know, I think I've lost interest in this thread...zero and others, feel free to carry on Venator's story. Sorry...
Click to expand...

You know, I don't get why the hell you joined in the first place, then.
 
OOC: Alright fine. How about if we eliminate him from the story?

IC: Venator retrieved his axe. Meanwhile, Claria moved like lightning, dashing past him and drawing her sword at the same time.

...Suthu Tamai!!

A beam of blue light penetrated Venator's axe hand, ricocheted off his axeblade, and disappeared hissing into his face. He screamed and dropped his axe. Claria's sword appeared out of nowhere, drawing a neat red line on Venator's neck. The line quickly bulged and burst into a torrent of blood. She stepped back lightly and tossed a bolt of lightning.

It cut neatly through Venator's chest and he fell to the ground twitching. After a while the blood stopped flowing and Venator stopped breathing. Claria stepped up to him and spoke the final words in a cold voice.

Tamai!!

His body caught fire, but there was no response from him. Claria knit her brows in concentration and the fire blazed. His body was consumed and reduced to ashes within a few minutes.

"Why did you murder him? So wantonly?"

The squirrel was back. All trace of authority was gone, and there was only a look of horrified puzzlement. Claria threw a sidelong glance at him.

"So? He assaulted me first. He tried to kill me. I was merely defending myself."

IC: Kaldaran? Fizz? Time to post guys...Venator is out of the story now.
 
Poof!

With a puff of smoke Fizz appeared. He kept his hand on the hilt of his dagger, in case he may need to use it. He glanced over at Claria, and relaxed some. "I see that my healing abilities have not left me, you seem to have recovered rather well." He gave a sweeping bow to her and the other... Kaldaran... "My name is Fizznotta Adamus, how do you fare?"
 
OOC: you guys got confused. First Pollux puts Vanetor in a country setting, next thing he's in a town assaulting a mage! Get a grip. By the way, the days off have screwed up my schedule. I should be posting every weekday and some Saturdays from now on.

IC: Kaldaran looks critically at Claria. "And you say you value life." He grunts. Reaching down, he picks up the axe. "Someone did a nice job on th enchantment. You!" He points at the squirrel, and then at Fizz. "What are you and what do you want? Not now, lets get somewhere else." Taking down his sack, he opens it, and pulles out a huge intricately woven carpet. Unrolled, it's about five feet by eitght feet. He ushers everyone on and they fly to his tower.
 
IC:

Claria replied without a hint of laughter.
"I only respect life when it belongs to a plant or animal. Humans need some depopulation."
The squirrel suddenly appeared near her shoulder and began to shake his fist. His feeble attempt to assert his authority failed, mostly because of his scrawny stature.
"I am the Lord High Mage-King, Tiaz, of the Empire of the Squirrels!"
Claria rolled her eyes and extended an arm.
"And I am the Mistress High Witch Queen of Poobaah. Come on my shoulder for a ride if you want."

The squirrel blinked his beady eyes for a moment, and Claria was unable to tell the animal expressions. After a while he hopped onto her shoulder and looked at her expectantly. Claria smiled as she felt the wind in her hair, and adjusted her seat on the carpet.

"Fine."

OOC: Hmm...someone carry the story on to a big stage...
 
the tower...

The carpet they were riding on flew onwards, to the mages castle in the distance... Fizz wondered... Why would we need to fly all the way to a remote castle to have a talk? Nevertheless, it seemed normal enough in this world. The carpet glided to a stop at the top a tower. The tower was round, part of the castle Kaldaran spoke of. It alone was 50 metres in diameter, full of aged equipment and wreckage to hide behind. Fizz, Claria, and Kaldaran were then were greeted by a group of archers. "I hope these are your men, and they are friendly to us Kaldaran, i've been in too many traps in my time." Fizz stood wary as the soldiers marched to meet them...
OOC: Nice big platform, plenty of wreckage to hide behind, and hatches to the castle below up here:)
 
With a gesture, and a smile from Kaldaran, the illusionary castle and the archers dissappeared, revealing a structure that more resembled a light house. The tower was almost twenty stories tall, forty meters in diameter most of the way up, widening the last several stories to a roof 80 meters in diameter. the "house" part is three stories, with a steeply sloped roof forming a fourth. As they landed on top, Fizz noted that the only obstrutions were a small observatory, and three ornate towers, fifteen feet tall, topped with 80 centimeter wide black diamonds. This was all pushed off to the sides, with great claw marks, cut deep into the granite, showing why.

"Teel'Krath is gone right now, and Jenson should be polishing the lab floor. To answer your question, Fizz, I have wards defending the tower, and the local sherriff knows it's in his best interests to assist me in discouraging attacks by my enemies."

They descend down a stair, noting that the tower seems too flimsy to support its weight. Down a hall, and around a corner, they reach a conference room. Sitting on the big table is a large serving bowl full of noodles, several smaller bowls, and utinsils, which they immediately make use of. at the far end is a jug of cheap rum, and a pair of boots. A shimmering force field blocks off that end of the room. Tiaz feels a strange, uncontrolable desire to dash over and climb into one of the boots.

"What's with that?" Claria asks.

"That," Kaldaran says, "is why Jenson is polishing the lab floor. He got drunk and enchanted the boots. Since he can't remember what the enchantment is, No one goes near the things. And Jenson will spend the next year polishing the floor." Having finished his noodles, he pushes his bowl away and leans back. " I've seen those schools that teach magic. Poppycock! This," he waves at the boots,"is one reason the apprentice system is better. If he'd done that in a school, no doubt someone would be dancing across the ocean or something worse. Getting back on topic, I'd like to know why the doomsayers want you, or something yo uhave, or whatever."
 
OOC: Doomsayers??

IC:
Claria scowled at Kaldaran.
"Do you realize how tough it is to find a female master? I find all male masters repulsive. The last one I applied to for apprenticeship tried to fondle my breasts. I was out of there fast. Damn good thing I used to be a thief and have faster reflexes."

She paced the floor for a moment, gathering her thoughts. The squirrel blinked his beady eyes and watched her. Claria spoke.

"Doomsayers? Is that what they're called? Anyway, I think it's because of this."
She lifted the bottom part of her shirt just enough to reveal the edges of a strange glyph. It was very complex, and glowed a faint red. It radiated no magic, but one could tell it was definitely magical.

"I don't know when it appeared. All I know is, that it appeared this morning. And I only noticed it when we were on the carpet. I think I can feel some divine power in it, and it ... seems to be waiting."
 
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Fizz wandered over near the boots behind the forcefield. "Im going to try to identify the enchantments on these... you never know when they may come in handy!" Fizz outstreched his hands and tried to identify them...
OOC: Any force throwing him back, anyone?:D
 
OOC: the force field prevents Fizz from coming within ten feet of the boots. It doesn't throw him back, it's just like a wall. What the enchantment is is someone else's problem.
 
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