GNET: A Forum RPG from Beyond the Grave - Page 2

Miss Cogs · 07-02-2008, 12:10 AM

Miss Cogs was walking over the hillside when she noticed a commotion down yonder her way.

"Hmm?" She said as she looked towards the beady little black figures scrambling about before for her.

"What may this be?" She mumbled to herself.

Miss Cogs squinted her eyes to make out the many characters that lay before. She could hardly make them out for she was wearing her glasses that day. At that moment, she has wished that she had bothered to put contacts and cursed herself while running towards the commotion - she was very curious indeed.

At that moment, after a few yards, she realized that it was her friends in trouble - under attack by trolls - and she knew she must helped.

"Oh bother..." as she thought to herself for she was weary of her battle last night with the infamous Jabberwocky (which she had lost) and had begun to grow tired of fighting ugly, horrid beasts.

She began to make her way towards the battle when a flaming ax went whizzing past her. It was a squat, blunt - looking troll. He had a light brownish colour to him and he reeked of dung. He weapon was simple - he held a bag of mini axes - but this troll could breath fire for his order caused a sort of combustion that Miss Cogs could not understand.

"Okay, you ugly little beast, let's have at her." She whispered to herself and at that moment she pulled out her rusty sword and darted for the smelly troll.

honeythorn · 07-02-2008, 03:52 AM

Standing on the head of a monstrous gargoyle, Honeythorn loaded the shouldercannon with all eight missiles. Pulling the articulated brass sight in front of her right eye she took aim at a group of trolls who were tying to piece together a broken battering ram. Levelling up the sight gauges she reached up for a switch. *click click click click * " I think you'll find this is game set and match to me gentlemen! " she bellowed down from the heights...the trolls looked up in mass confusion, trying to locate the source of the challenge before a whining hiss pierced the cold air, and out of the dark sky came four missiles, their smoking tails streaking and trailing with a lick of fire ...

BOOM!

The shapes of troll limbs flew through the night in the brief glare of the missile strike, and still more trolls who had been rallying nearby fell wailing and maimed into the 15 foot crater already littered with broken bodies.

The wind whipped and sighed around the heights, lifting and rippling black velvets as Honeythorn sat astride the gargoyle's furrowed brow and placed a leg behind each of his short horns. She patted his head and grinned as she paused briefly to light a cigarette. She drew a small steel dagger from her belt and held it hilt first,looking over the edge past her left knee at her target below......Plum nails released the slice of steel and the cigarette glowed in the darkness.

The troll was hiding in the shadow of a bay window, frantically trying to pick the locks and gain entry....he paused in his efforts when he heard a shout from his comrades fighting on the other side of the building, he took a step.....and then darkness descended with a brief sharp pain. He fell to the ground with a small steel blade buried to the hilt in the crown of his ugly skull......

HumanePain · 07-02-2008, 03:59 AM

( Wow! That was the most awesome post from you I have ever read honeythorn! Oh...ahem...back to the story. )

Swooping down upon the intruders, the ravens began to screech, causing the trolls to look up. This was the intent so they could peck at the eyes! As hard black beaks punctured trollish eyes, screams erupted from the attacking crowd, a sword here and there struck down a brave bird or two, but the effect of fear had been achieved, and the trolls began a retreat. Talons ripped noses and scalps, and the trolls could smell and taste their own blood. The ravens knew those that fed them, leaving Clockwork, Lethean and rat unharmed.

And now, adding to the defense came a swarm of bats! Humane was summoning every ally he knew that could strike with precision. The bats added to the cloud of pain hovering about the trolls. Their hatred of trolls for evicting them from caves, and the ravens revenge for the trolls raiding their nests for eggs gave courage to the avian attackers even though they were smaller than the trolls.

And now, the third wave was approaching from the hills: the howls of wolves were now heard as they loped through the forest towards the castle...

TopHaggardDoll · 07-02-2008, 04:30 AM

TopHaggardDoll stopped in her tracks....the forest had lost it's familiar cacophany...nothing stirred. She whipped round gazing into the gnarled hands of the forest, "...This is actually not cool..." she thought to herself..."I shouldn't have had that extra five glasses of whiskey last night".
Suddenly, the glimmer of eyes shot through the trees, she was frozen to the spot, they were wolves all foul and stained with years of battle...they marched as though hypnotised past her.

Curiosity had always gotten TopHaggardDoll into trouble...so she followed, as they carried their steady march closer to their calling, the screams and shrieks of fear and pain pierced the air. Before she had time to think the was face to face with a hoarde of trolls being torn to pieces by ravenous creatures. The wolves growled and snorted then charged into the battle...the stench of their bloodthirst foul in the air as they rushed past her...

"What the hell is this!?" She shouted. Almost as soon as she had...She saw HumanePain, in the midst of cursing the trolls with his wrath and the wrath of all the creatures of the forest...

LetheanBlacklight · 07-02-2008, 06:23 AM

*I'm gonna be gone for like 3-4 days on road trip, put my character on pause*

ForgetThisLostLenore · 07-02-2008, 10:48 AM

Lenore sat on the edge of a window, curiously watching the battle. Not being one for fighting, she simply watched the various creatures fly about. She soon grew weary of watching the trolls bumble around in confusion as their companions were attacked by the summoned beasts.

She slid into the room, returning with a book and a bunch of grapes. As she found a chapter that looked fairly interesting, she dropped the grapes on the trolls' heads, paying no attention to their shock as they were bombarded with fruit.

Bete Noire · 07-02-2008, 12:52 PM

Looking like a character from a Nick Cave song, Will (because I don't like the name Bete Noire in the context of this thread) stumbled out of a rather run-down establishment with blacked-out windows.

Staggering unevenly over damp cobbles he sang loudly

"Oooh ooonn the gatttthheriin' sttaawwwwm comes a taall handsome man...."

He stopped, noticing for the first time the dreadful sounds coming from the Tower of Goth.
Screams and yells of such ignorance as to terrify even the bravest goth, botched Manson lyrics hollered with terrible volume, and other, less coherent things.

Groaning, he started in the direction of the Tower, occasionally slipping on the worn stone.

By the time he neared the Tower, his head had cleared a little, and by the time he reached the final corner a blade grinned knowingly in his hand, partly hidden in one jacket sleeve.

Clockwork · 07-02-2008, 01:14 PM

As the war raged on outside, a mysterious figure stalked within the deep catacombs of the Gnet castle. Silent as the dusk, he led two elite trolls into the center of the chamber and stopped at the edge of a large pit, a dastardly smile crossing his face.

"This is it," he said, adjusting his aviator sunglasses, "Gnet's precious horde of cloves. They will do anything I say to get it back!" He laughed wheezily, and motioned to the two trolls, who began piling the treasure into their enormous sacks.

After several minutes' labor, the industrious trolls had snatched the whole supply, and carried the bags (which were easily ten times their size) shakily on their backs. "Those fools are still outside, fighting the rest of my trolls, so unaware that they're being distracted. I am truly amazing," their bald leader bragged. "Come on, you smelly pack mules, let us away to my secret lair." Holding a small remote device, he pressed a button, and with a flash of light, the three were teleported far away, leaving the dungeon clean of every last clove!

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Meanwhile, the battleground had become a chaotic haze of ravens, bats, wolves, missiles, and fruit. The beastly invaders, overwhelmed and terrified, could prolong their attack no more, and, cowardly as they were, fled to the distant hills far from the castle. All that remained were the wretched carcasses of Gnet's fallen foes, and Clockwork was able to catch his breath once more. He had been getting close to breaking a sweat.

"The trolls will think twice next time they decide to storm our castle," he said cooly, slinging his crossbow over his back. "It's a good thing they weren't just a distraction or anything."

ForgetThisLostLenore · 07-02-2008, 01:36 PM

Lenore closed her book, and looked down at the remains of the battle. Instead of taking the stairs, she slowly climbed her way down from the window. As she hit the ground softly, her nose wrinkled from the stench of the fallen trolls. She perched herself on a rock and looked from each person to the trolls.

"What now?"

Tea and Cake or Death · 07-02-2008, 01:42 PM

It was high off in a tower of the west wing that Tea heard the ruckus being raised by the battle. She was curious, but altogether too lost in a sea of depression to even try to get up and see what it was. Perhaps the cause of the sound would come to her quarters and put an end to her now painful life. Once she had been a member of a neighboring kingdom's royal family, but in a trade made when the two kingdoms were at war she had been traded for a more important family memeber. One closer to the throne. Shortly after her having been acquired the war ended, and no one ever came back to claim her. Since then she had been kept as a sexual slave for the army of her captors. It was her punishment for having been born of her royal bloodline, & not being of any other particular use. Since being of royal blood she had never had to learn learn how to cook, or sew. But being of noble lineage she did know how to read. Over the years she had been keeping things she had seen to herself, and learning as much as she could about her captors. She had hoped that one day some of this information might be handy in her fighting for her freedom. Oh god. This might be it! What was she doing, letting this chance go by? Now she still hoped that someone would come up to her wing of the castle, but this time she would use them however she could to find a way out. And if she killed any of those who had done her wrong on the way, the better. She smiled at the thought of being wet in the blood of her captors. Let it begin, she said to herself, as she broke her only hand mirror, and began to craft the largest shard into a blade.

Miss Cogs · 07-02-2008, 07:51 PM

The troll pelted Miss Cogs as she flew towards him, knocking her to the muddy ground. Her attempts to intimidate him were futile. She knew this troll beast would be one of her most challenging battles yet. She knew that this troll was the one things stopping her from getting to Clockwork and the others.

"Like to play rough, don't ya?" she shouted sleazily and she mounted back to her brass rimmed faux leather heeled boots, revealing two brass - plated khopeshs. The troll laughed at the dull -edges of her battle - ax, not knowing the power this Miss Cog's weapon had.

Miss Cogs, angered at the laughter of the troll, bolted towards him and sliced off a blistered, fleshy hand with the sharpened, crescent - shaped blade that the troll failed to acknowledge. The troll let out a horriable agony that pierced Miss Cog's eardrums. Distracted by the screaming, Miss Cog's dropped her weapon, falling to the floor leaving her unprotected. The troll too this advantage and went for her face with a dagger. But Miss Cog's was too swift the that pudgy troll and and she fall on her back, the dagger slicing a thin, red line from the corner of her mouth to the cheek bone. Miss Cogs threw herself back up with her feet, knocking the troll flat on his back and she grabbed the khopesh, impaling the troll with a customized sharpening edge at the bottom of her khopesh. The troll was dead and Miss Cogs was free to get to the others. But not until after she -

"Hmph. That was short lived." she said to herself, pulling at a clove ready to be smoked. But before she could pull out her brass zippo...

CLUNK

And Miss Cog's feel to the ground, out cold with her clove still in her fingers.....

HumanePain · 07-02-2008, 08:33 PM

I just want to say that I am impressed with the imagination and imagery from everyone in this thread!

Clockwork · 07-02-2008, 09:03 PM

I agree, it's very fun to read your posts. I wonder how all of our stories will intersect.

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Clockwork had taken to idly cleaning his nails with his crooked dagger when he realized that Lenore had appeared from the castle above.

"What now?" she had asked. Not saying anything, he only shrugged amidst his equally silent company. Yet, at length, he had a somewhat satisfactory idea. "This amazing battle deserves a smoke to complete it," he muttered. "I think I'll head to the catacombs to grab one. You're invited to follow," he added as he headed toward the castle.

ForgetThisLostLenore · 07-02-2008, 09:11 PM

Having nothing better to do with her time, Lenore shrugged and slid off her rock. She delicately picked her way through the debris of troll carcass and glanced at the others gathered about. Quietly, she followed Clockwork into the castle.

Barfing_Rat · 07-02-2008, 09:21 PM

Rat yelp as he got coated with the liquid, he shakes off excessive liquid and make a dash for one of the corner and start to laps some liquid off his fur, actually enjoying it some what. As the grape bounces off troll's head and roll toward him, it caught his attention. He scurried toward the grape and pick it up with his front paws as he start to chews on the grape. His beady black eyes glancing around with caution.

Tea and Cake or Death · 07-02-2008, 10:45 PM

Tea managed to pry the door off of it's hinges. She had been working on doing so for sometime, and it was fortuitous that her efforts had been so near fruition. The timing was perfect. She couldn't believe her luck. With one more final twist of a previously formed tool she was free. She wanted to run down the halls with the wind whipping her hair about her face in an explosion of bliss. However, she knew if she were to be successful have to stay calm, and be alert. Loosing her head in excitement wouldn't serve her at all. So she carefully put one foot out into the hallway, and took her first steps towards reclaiming her life. She would have to be hard. She would have to be altruistic. She would not fail.

Miss Cogs · 07-03-2008, 03:45 PM

Miss Cogs awoke with a horrendous pain in the back of her head. She felt of is she had gotten drunk hours before and passed out on the ground. But then she remembered her battle with the Jabberwock last night and knew she kept herself free of alcohol.

"Ugh. What happened here?" she spoke in amidst of confusion while looking about the spew of troll limbs before her. She looked down at the troll she to had slain.

"Oh, that's right." Feeling a bit rewarding for her win against the battle of the troll she went for the pocket inside her long brown leather jacket.

"WHAT?!" She said excitedly, realizing that her last clove was missing. Then she remembered how she had pulled out the clove before she had knocked out. She fell to the ground anxiously looking for that one last sweet tasting clove.

"Where is it!? Where is it?!" she said angrily. At that moment she rose to the ground and looked over at the castle. She knew of the catacombs and she hurried off as fast of she could to get that victory smoke she knew she deserved.

Tea and Cake or Death · 07-03-2008, 05:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tea and Cake or Death

She would have to be altruistic.

Damint! I meant to say "autonomous," not " altruistic."

Duane · 07-03-2008, 07:02 PM

Duane sighed, and walked away. Nymphs always seemed to run away, such a pain. Oh well, that was the last thing on his mind, he was more worried about the trolls and bounty hunter looking for him. Living is much better than dying in bed with s... well, it depends.

"Well, I guess I should be getting out of here, head towards the Golden Elve's province... they owe me a favor"

Duane walked over to his tree stump, grabbed his sack and started to walk north.

Scotty_Sunday · 07-03-2008, 10:57 PM

Sunday awoke from his self induced coma, a technique he leaned being raised from horses and various donkeys and other four legged animals as a child. In times of great stress, he would turn into a very glassy eyed looking statue, usually in a pose of deep thought, or contemplation. Staring round, he still discovered the fields of the Gnet Castle before him still.
"I can't believe it, I haven't been slaughtered!" He cried with joy.
He tries to move. Fails. Tries again. Fails. Looks downwards and cries in confusion.
"Quicksand! No, wait... Just mud? Dried mud? God, I suck as a hero.." Sighing, and staring at his combat boots completly submerged, he looks around. Shall our hero call for help, or remove himself from his boots and risk ruining his pants walking barefoot?

Barfing_Rat · 07-03-2008, 11:44 PM

After taking a couple bites out of the grape, the rat start to seeks a place to store his food. After wandering around for a bit, he spot a odd looking tunnel by Miss Cog, he slowly make his way into it careful. As he feel the fingers searching for clove touching him, he jumps as he start to stirs, trying to get out of the pocket on the jacket. However it was too late since Miss Cog stand up.

Clockwork · 07-04-2008, 12:33 AM

Clockwork had passed into the foyer before he had to pause in uncertainty. Ater a few moments, he began looking around the crimson-furnished room, and took to pacing in uncomfortable circles. His winkle pickers clopped lightly on the polished marble floor.

"Damn it all, this place is too big. I always get lost around this part," he muttered aloud (mostly to Lenore, who, following him, was the only person worth saying anything for). After pacing a few more times, the unknowing Clockwork stalked into the left corridor, which would eventually lead him upstairs, to the same hall from which Tea was escaping...

LetheanBlacklight · 07-06-2008, 07:53 PM

Lethean, now sober and without any alcohol to impair him, he realized to himself something dreary.... He is a pirate, a captain at that.... and this whole time, he was fighting.... HIS CREW!! (*DA Da Daaaauuun!!*)
The troll were his shiphands, and he was SOOO drunk he forgot that his true mission was to storm the Gnet castle!!!

Metabolik · 07-07-2008, 09:11 AM

AND MY AXE!!!

Shit...wrong RPG...

Murasaki eyeliner · 07-07-2008, 09:46 AM

murasaki stared down at the pirateship captain from the relative safety of the crowsnest.suddenly a small voice from her pocket whispered " a 20 he'll have a killer hangover in the morning". "shut up you imbecillic lizard" murasaki snarled at the small apparition "he may not live till then,especially if i have anything to do with it ".the rebuke was lost on the daimon however as she leaped down towards the deck....