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Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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I once wrote a little story about V. in an attempt to loop him in with the origins of other Freminik figures, and give V. a bit more character other than that guy we met in that one cutscene.

With Hati and Skoll running about, my mind once more drifts towards it.

I've only completed what'd I'd consider a couple chapters in V's tale, and I plan on recounting how he achieved godhood, and adding the beast Jörmungandr to the Freminik's tale. "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 00:42:27

Luseda

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Cybernet377 said :

Lego Miester said :

Hmm, we're still missing how she wound up stranded on a floating island out back.

I could write it out later today, but the basic gist is that Kharshai shows up and is irritated that the two groups of Mahjarrat are both trying to ignore the girl. He dries her tears and she is embarrassed at crying in front of everyone, and accidentally falls into the shadow realm while running away.

She manages to get out of it, but ends up stranded on the rock because she misjudged the distance that she moved while in the shadow realm.

Would he do that, though? He cares about the Mahjarrat, the Fremmenik and the adventurer, but hasn't really shown signs of caring about anything else, at least on principle. Not that it would be outright OOC, of course.

16-Jan-2014 00:49:13

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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Vasador tilted his hat once more as he prepared himself to row back to shore

Bloody islanders, He thought. Just because he had some dwarven heritage, he was a spectacle. The adults made jokes about his liking of alcohol- though he had nowhere near enough money to afford such luxuries- and the children followed him like hungry dogs asking to see magic tricks, but he was just as magical as they were: Not at all.

Money is money, though , he smiled as he thought. Those islanders couldn’t catch a fish if it jumped out of the water and slapped them in the face. Too busy with their ‘jewellry’ and ‘baked goods’ and ‘mining’.

Gah! Mining! More like rock hunting! , there’s an unpleasant thought. Spending upwards of 12 hours a day, staring at nothing but rocks, trying to grab as many shiny ones as possible. He was happy to be far away from that endeavor.

At least after this trip, he could go back to the mainland. Hopefully the islanders will throw enough money at him so he can get closer to finishing his payment for his cabin on the mainland. He loved the mainland, where the people were hardy, and the fish, succulent. The people could actually remember his name too. They had known him his entire life, teaching everything there was to know about fishing.

I’d take fish, any-day… nothing like the smell of the sea, the boat to your back, and nothing but sky before you, feeling the wind whip through you hair- catching your sail and pulling you straight out of the bay.

Wait-

He jumped to his feet at the thought, rocking his minuscule boat nearly enough to send him overboard- along with the third of his catch that did.

Blast!

His eyes darted back to the islands when he realized how big his predicament really was. "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 00:53:53

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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Dark clouds swirled around the whole islands, almost out of nowhere it seemed, though Vasador knew the time slipped by when your eyes were glued to the sea, not the sky.

That druid said it’d be clear all week! Da-

His thoughts were cut short when the lightning exploded a ship he saw in the distance.

And that was my ride home. Great. Just wonderful, a season with the snot nosed islanders. Why, Guthix? What did I do wro-

His boat was rocking uncomfortably now, and Vasador’s catch was flying away.

Again. More problems, wonderful… Vasador loved the sea, but now he just wanted to be back on dry land…

That’s when the wave hit. He’d been so busy securing his catch he didn't notice the wave the ship in the bay had made when it sank. His little boat was instantly swept into the air, rocking it over, turning like a barrel, in the waves.

Vasador struggled to keep his breath as he swam to the surface, clutching the splintering wood near him for support. His head did spins until he discovered the shattered remains of his little boat. Mast slowly sinking, hull split in two.
Fish?

Hah, forget about it…

Great. And I had just bought that…

Vasador turned back to see how far away the land was- but was instead greeted by yet another wave. This one looked like it could have swallowed the entire island. Well, at least to the short man struggling to tread it did. At least Vasador couldn’t say he didn't see it coming.

Uh-oh. "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 00:55:30 - Last edited on 16-Jan-2014 00:58:42 by Half Centaur

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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And in he plunged…struggling to maintain consciousness, gripping the splintering beam- his last lifeline.

He surfaced and his lungs sucked in as much air as they could- filling up with the rain that quickly pelted him.

The Atmosphere was no longer the dark blue air he was so familiar with, it was a black nightmare- streaks of white light darting from cloud to cloud like spirits having a battle across the sky. The Sea churned with the waves of fallen ships amplified by the mad wind, no doubt bringing innumerable sailors off their path and into the void of the everlasting storm in the ocean. Sailors that Vasador had known, that he cared for- all hurled into the wild waters, frigid and foaming.

Vasador’s thoughts were simple: survive. Though I suppose they would be a bit more colorful if I tried to write them in this story.
In he sank, and up he came, thrashing about, desperately sucking in the air. Lightning cracked in the background, and the island was nowhere to be seen. Finally, Vasador found the remains of a life boat from the other ship. Words cannot describe how hard he tried to swim towards it.

“Oi! What are you doing! We’re packed mate!” An angry harsh male voice greeted him with. Not quite the rescue group he was hoping for. But the shouts fell on deaf ears- for Vasador was acting on little more than instinct now.

"YOU’LL TIP TH-“

And just like that, a wave crashed into the boat, sending its occupants flying. Vasador never got a look at the men he had killed that day. "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 00:56:37 - Last edited on 16-Jan-2014 00:59:04 by Half Centaur

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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He quickly surfaced next to the turning boat- happily hoping in, shivering in his wet fur. For a moment he considered taking it off- when he realized he was still being pelted with the rain. He crawled under the seat of the boat, with only one desire after this day of woes…

Please… Warmth…

The boat rocked through the waves throughout the night, with only lightning and vicious rain to accompany Vasador. But thankfully, like all nights, they must come to an end. Whether the coming day would be better or not, was another matter.

_______________________

And thus ends chapter one of V's tale. "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 00:57:39 - Last edited on 16-Jan-2014 00:59:55 by Half Centaur

Aug

2008

Cybernet377

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Luseda said :
Would he do that, though? He cares about the Mahjarrat, the Fremmenik and the adventurer, but hasn't really shown signs of caring about anything else, at least on principle. Not that it would be outright OOC, of course.

Kharshai seems to be the kindest of the mahjarrat, and his time as a human interacting with other humans would give him the best capacity for reacting to emotions.

He also seems to be aware that being a mahjarrat again is blunting his capacity for emotions, and I feel that he would help, even if only because the Zarosians and Zamorakians are ignoring the event in favor of remaining hostile towards each other and posturing.

@Half

Looks pretty good so far.

16-Jan-2014 03:06:54 - Last edited on 16-Jan-2014 03:07:41 by Cybernet377

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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Ahh…the storm… too vast… must get back…home…

Vasador felt a warm wet tongue rubbing against him…

wait… its just a dream… ah, sweet relief, I’m still in my home… and now my lovely wife is giving me a kiss to wake me…

Vasador’s train of thought crashed- coming to a halt and peddling backwards.

Wait- I’m not married!

His eyes opened, afraid of what new nightmare his life was going him to bring him.

“AH!!! Wolf!!! aww, please!!! No!!! Just eat me quick and get it over with!!!! Awhhah!!!”

Any other time his cries would be met with the hysteria of the masses, reacting to the girlish dwarf-man before them. Now, given the circumstance, they might understand. Not if they saw the little wolf pup before this scared man though.
“Yip! Yip! Yip!”

Whoa, for a man-eating beast that wolf sounds rather cute…

He peeked over his elbow that he had quickly thrown before his face- how he thought it would help defend him from such a fictional behemoth is beyond explanation. Perhaps he wished for his face to be intact so his loved ones could identify his corpse. Too bad he didn't have any loved ones.

The beast was revealed. A small, wolf pup, not yet a year old by the looks of it, wagging its tail playfully, obviously enjoying toying with his ‘meal’.

“wh- you can’t eat me…” Vasador slumped down, as if disappointed that his life would have to bleakly continue.

“Grrr- Yip!” The cute little pup responded, as if considering the challenge to be beneath him.

“Ha, you’re a cute little fella, aren’t you? Yeah, you just wanna say hello- huh?”

The pup playfully snapped at the fingers Vasador stretched towards it.

“AH! NO! BAD! NO!" "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 23:23:25 - Last edited on 16-Jan-2014 23:29:55 by Half Centaur

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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The pup’s ears dropped, instantly, sad to have upset his new playmate.

“ruuuuu….” The dog whined.

Great. A crying baby, just what I need now...

"ah… its okay, little fella…” Vasador gently stroked the pup. “I just got a short fuse is all…Not been a good day for me, ya know?”

Wait, I’m not expecting it to answer me… am I?

Quickly, Vasador got his mind back on track.
The Storm! I was lost, I need to get home. Where on Guthix’s green world am I?!?!?!

Vasador saw four things before him-

-The Ocean, bleak and dead to Vasador after the events of the last night.
-White Cliffs of Ice all around him, definitively not his home.
-The boat, the way he got stranded here.
-The pup, who was staring at him like he was a madman.

He was right to stare.

“WHY!!!!!AHH!!!! OF ALL THE BLOODY PLACES TO GET STRANDED, OF COURSE I GET THE COLD, ICY, WOLF INFESTED, ISLAND!!!! THANKS A LOT GREEN MAN, **** YOU TOO BUDDY!”

The amount and colorfulness of the obscenities shouted that day would be enough to fill at least 10 more pages. Soon, even the little wolf pup wanted to join in on this new ‘game’, gleefully hoping from the boat to join its playmate.

“Yip! Yip! Yap! Grrr! Yap! Yip!”

“WOULD YOU BE QUIET! I’M VENTING HERE!” "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 23:24:42 - Last edited on 16-Jan-2014 23:30:19 by Half Centaur

Jun

2010

Half Centaur

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The wolf shrank back, blending in with the snow around it.

“Huh…I’m sorry… little guy… its just… well, my life really sucks right now, okay? ”

Vasador breathed deeply, “I just want off this place right now, okay.” Vasador’s eyes darted around once more, greeted with his one escape route- The ship, perched beneath an ice cliff, waiting for him.

“THE BOAT!!!”

He hobbled as fast as his short legs could carry him. In the short silence, he realized it was indeed possible for his life to get worse. The cracking of the cliffs only signaled the boats impending doom.

“Ah, mother-”

BOOM!

And just like that, after shoveling his nearly frozen main from the snowy onslaught, Vasador became able to say a truth never spoken as well in any other scenario.
“Well… At least it can’t get any worse, right little guy?”

The dog yipped from the shore. At least someone there knew how to avoid an avalanche.

_________________

And thus ends chapter 2 of V's tale. "We call it being a hero"

"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"

16-Jan-2014 23:29:07

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