karkarinus

(ooc> I totally agree with Pov. This is a neverending story, which means that it must have a certain amount of cohesion (continuing the story), not introducing new and irrelevant characters and storylines every post, and blowing them away with uber-nukes the next. It's all a bit of fun, and I don't want to be a party-pooper (it's hard to impose rules for something so free-form), but in order for this to be fun (for everyone) and neverending, there has to be some decorum and respect for what the thread is intended to be. Gabbe_master would turn in his Whoopsala if he could see what it's becoming. Perhaps someone could start a Neverending Nukefest and all interested could post there. In the meantime, I strongly feel that this thread should get back to doing what it says on the tin, because at the moment it is in danger of being obliterated by the Giant Killer Spamdonkeys from Hell. :ohmy: ) ic> ...Meanwhile, back at the ranch, somewhere to the left of Betelgeuse, Potty Harrer scratched his Hairy Botty. His wife, Farrer Hotty, brought him a cup of Hot-Tea, and they sat down to ponder the solution to global contamination - in particular that caused by the recent spate of Uber_nukings, character assasinations (geddit?) and unexpected distorsions in the space-time continuum. Grasping his left handed screwdriver, he went to the toolbox for a long weight.......... ........................ ......................... ............................ ......... .......for time heals all wounds, but no joy. This time it was different. A new strategy was needed....

Coco Channel, or Channel Nº. 5 as it was commonly known. Interesting as it was, the programmes were mostly small, black and didn't cover very much in particular. But they were tres chic, and most people couldn't afford to watch them. The man...

(ooc> possible party-pooper: Steady on, chaps! This is a neverending story, not an rpg :) )

Kalmer nods slowly, somewhat bewildered at Kyto's powers of logic and deduction. "If Kyto thinks that is the correct answer, that is good enough for me. Any Further ideas, anyone?"

(ooc> afk these are like escrima sticks and therefore it wouldn't be that hard if you could find an animate skeleton to practise on. If I am wrong, and they resemble jo sticks, then Kalmer will have to rethink his strategy :huh: ) Kalmer springs to his feet and turns to face the skeleton in a defensive stance. As the skeleton's left stick jabs at his stomach, he brings his own right down onto the skeleton's elbow joint, while simultaneously guarding with his left against the skeleton's right.

"Hey baby qué pasó....." With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, Xardes the Necromancer switched off his 56-inch flatscreen Orb of the Overworld. He could not stand to hear that theme tune once more this week. And besides, he'd seen that episode 35 times even before it had even been made, and now the re-runs were just too much. Humming " 'cos the eyes of the 'mancer are upon you..." he sniggered evilly and set about......

Kalmer throws himself to the ground and, rolling backwards between the skeleton's legs, thrusts his staves upwards through the gaps between its ribs. Standing up swiftly behind it, he wrenches the staves in opposite directions, so as to split and shatter his opponent's ribcage... (ooc> hi guys, I'm back. Thanks for not killing Kalmer... yet :unsure: )

...huffed and puffed and blew his house in. The Wolfe-Brothers - Gene, Virginia and, um, Marcus - danced a merry shanty and....

(ooc> Kalmer's intention is thus: ) ic> Kalmer blocks the attack to his head with his left hand, at the same time jumping to avoid the attack to his ankles and bringing his right-hand stave down to shatter the left shoulder blade of the skeletal warrior. Kalmer has some experience of similar weapons, and they are ideal for breaking bones at key points of the body. Hopefully, the skeleton's lack of flesh will be to Kalmer's advantage in this kind of attack... ooc> on holiday for 2 weeks, and afk for at least the first. If Kalmer dies, please bury him in a K-shaped box in a secluded part of Ippikander beach ;) Otherwise, sensible use of him is allowed :)

Kalmer calmly glances towards the pair of light sticks, and with a nod indicates that these are his weapons of choice...

"I'll have a staff then, please." Says Kalmer politely.

ooc > How is the skeleton armoured or dressed? Also, what weapon does he have?

"If this is to be a battle of strength, Baba, I do not doubt you but perhaps I should step in? Áni seems loath to prove his worth, and I am at least versed in the art of combat. I will fight, unless Áni pipes up...."

Kalmer nods sagely, as it seems that Kyto's deductions are indeed sound.

ooc> Assuming whoever goes in can get back out again, let's do it. If Kyto and T'Skar want to be the ones, then fine. Hoist that grille!

....hung satin drapes, draped satin awnings, sat in white nighties or nights in white satin. He casually answered "none of the above" and they proceeded to enquire as to his experience with sheets, quilts, bedspreads and ......

Kalmer is somewhat aghast at the thought of deadly riddles - they have come too far for all to suddenly end now - but in all honesty he is actually quite excited at the prospect of some action. "Silence will be our only salvation from instant death, Kyto. But we shall be eternally imprisoned in the Ossarium. Our only chance to leave would be to break that silence, and suffer the implicit consequences if we err. That course of action is futile. I say we try our wits with the five riddles that just might give us a means of guaranteed egress. Five riddles are harder to answer than one, but at least our lives will not be directly at stake. If all else fails, we are back to square one and the lone Riddle of Doom. Or at least, this is how I understand the predicament." He turns to the group, expectant of their reactions....

Some of Christopher Tolkien's additions to my library seem to have been more "freeloading" than actual contributions to his father's legacy, but if this is in any way as epic as The Silmarillion, it will be well worth it. I don't know how much of it will be J.R.R.'s work and how much will be endless footnotes by Christopher, but I shall DEFINITELY be buying it. Tolkien reigns supreme as the God of Fantasy, and thus is my offering to the closest thing I have to a religion. (and the closest I can get to mentioning that r- word on this site ;) )

Shame on you! Tolkien is no king. He is GOD!

Kalmer knowingly pats the hilt of his concealed sword, smiling wrily. "As a great man once said, there's no time like the present. Our priorities are illumination and defense, but we should also take precautions so as not to be followed or detected once inside. I will lay a simple trap outside the gate, which T'Skar will imbue with a small amount of Mind Magic. If triggered, the interlopers will be none the wiser, but T'Skar will be instantly alerted to their presence." He turns to T'Skar. "I feel that stealth and precaution should go ahead, while strength and precaution bring up the rear. While you are better suited than I to indoor trap detection, my heightened senses may be put to better use at the forefront, while Áni remains vigilant at the rear. These are my thoughts, though I am open to change or disuasion."

You have to be in the mood for Lovecraft, as it can get quite heavy-going at times, but it is a definite must for any fans of horror, fantasy or the occult in general. I was recently given a 1933 hardback edition of "Tales of Mystery and Imagination" by Poe, which I shall move on to when I finish "The Dying Earth" by Jack Vance. Though really, it is sooooo good that I don't want it to finish!!! :D

"What relevance, praytell, have the statues in this affair?" Asks Kalmer inquisitively. "And do you mean to say that there have been, shall we say, unnatural occurrences here in the Temple? What can you tell us of this?"

At the inn, before leaving for the Temple: Kalmer and T'Skar enter the inn, and go to the others. Suddenly, Kalmer is aware of a cloaked man sitting in one of the chairs around the table, and suddenly it hits him. "Shaman! You old trickster! I thought you were...." The man rises and turns to face him, whereupon Kalmer laughs aloud and pats Baba-Bethram warmly on the back. "For the last hour I have had a strange presentiment that something was awry back here at the inn, and now I see that just 'wry' would have been more appropriate! But come, the revelries must wait; we have a task at hand. Later we shall catch up on your escapades!" At the Temple: "It is as though the circular holes on the floor above were the eyes, and this triangular door is the nose of the 'skull'." says Kalmer thoughtfully. "Perhaps this is the reasoning behind the name of the Temple. Maybe we could ask the attendants what the other smaller holes are for?"

ooc> regardless of what is decided: ic> "I think you should go back to the inn, Kyto, and tell the others what we are to do." Says Kalmer. "Besides, I have this uncanny feeling that I have left something in there, and wish to return to see if I can remember what it is." he shakes his head pensatively.

ooc> Titanania, aka DragonDudeAW (still can't believe Dark0ne reverted those usernames :huh: ,) i.e. Aldhelm has been inside the lodgings, and there are a couple of dodgy-looking characters outside, who are apparently after "the wizards" which means Aldhelm and Tiax. You are still there atm, along with Tiax, Áni and now Baba-Bethram (who has apparently forgotten his name upon becoming Baba the White :P) I don't think I've forgotten anybody.) Now Kyto has morphed into a cat, and is going with Kalmer and T'Skar to a safe place to talk. ic> "Hail, Kyto, you remember me, surely? And this is T'Skar - Lady Taskara for the time being! I noticed - as I am sure you did - those two spies outside the lodgings, and before taking action, T'Skar and I needed to know what you knew of them and their intentions. Then we must act accordingly. We three as masters of stealthy dispatch could surely leave them out of action in a second, but perhaps we should avoid agression. Relate what you know, friend!"