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Post by Noven on Feb 10, 2011 23:27:23 GMT -5
-"Oh fuck it all then. Halt can turn into mist, he'll catch up..." Noven hated himself for backtracking on his words, yet wished Halt the best of luck. He began to sprint with Fallout, hoping to catch up with Martial.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 10, 2011 23:31:12 GMT -5
-Fallout soon came to an intersection and stopped, waiting for his friend to catch up. In a few seconds he saw Noven, "C'mon man let's catch up." The two then took off in the same direction as Martial.
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Post by freemartialartist on Feb 10, 2011 23:32:54 GMT -5
-The projectile soared into the tongue but bounced off with no effect. The horror didn't even seem to notice, regardless of the shack now completely being engulfed in flames.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 10, 2011 23:53:34 GMT -5
-"Oh Mog damn it!" Halt exclaimed. He had had enough of this, he ran over to the horror and grabbed the tongue as firmly as he could, shoving it trying to get it to drop the dog.
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Post by freemartialartist on Feb 10, 2011 23:54:20 GMT -5
-The tongue dropped the dog and immediately latched onto Greybeard's legs. The dog fell to the ashen ground with a sickening thud.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 11, 2011 0:30:57 GMT -5
-Halt had been lifted up by his leg, just as he had been about an hour ago by the same creature. He saw the dog lying directly in the middle of the room, with a straight shot at the door. Using what little magical energy he had left, Halt summoned a small current of wind to lift the dog very slightly off the ground and drift him through the door. He had barely made it outside when the horror started shaking him violently causing his concentration to break. Now that he was sure the dog was sort of safe, Halt could focus on getting himself out. He transformed himself into mist and floated outside the cabin, quickly changing back and grabbing the dog, he ran as fast as his altered speed could carry him.
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Post by freemartialartist on Feb 11, 2011 0:33:25 GMT -5
-outraged at the loss of its pray, the horror took off hot on Beard's and the dog's heels.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 11, 2011 0:37:21 GMT -5
-Halt could hear that the horror had chased them all the way from the cabin. They had reached a rocky area with plenty of cover. He knew that he only had time to hide one of them, so he quickly found a spot and set the dog down well secluded, in an easy to remember spot. With that done Halt got the horror's attention again and bolted around the side of a boulder. When he was out of sight, he turned into mist and went back behind the horror towards the dog. The horror kept running after what he thought was Halt. Halt then waited for a couple of seconds, changed back, grabbed the dog and legged it towards the path that he had heard Martial run down. He reached the intersection and saw footprints leading forward, but first he had the second most insane idea he had had today. He quickly darted down the left path, transformed into mist and landed back at the intersection where he had left the dog. He then preceded to do the same thing to the right way. He followed the original tracks, running as fast as he could.
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Post by freemartialartist on Feb 11, 2011 1:01:43 GMT -5
-The horror had run down the road but the moment Greybeard disappeared he was back on the trail of the mongrel. It sprinted back down the road, but before it could make it to the path, there came to be a drumming. It grew louder and louder until it shook the very trees.
-From behind a curve there came an enormous ostrich like creature, approximately forty feet in height, running at what seemed like impossible velocity, and it made no appearance of any intention of stopping for this tiny animal.
-Even from his running distance, Greybeard could here the screams.
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-Meanwhile further down the road, Martial arrived at a clearing.
-"Ah, this is it!" he said, and then fell to the ground to rest and wait for his comrades that hopefully had not been eaten by one of Dale's local predator birds.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 11, 2011 1:06:53 GMT -5
-"You hear that?" Fallout yelled as they were sprinting forward, "Yea, the hell was that?!" Noven exclaimed, but before Fallout could answer they saw something, a human, Martial! They sprinted as hard as they could to him, arriving quickly.
-Fallout then stopped and pulled out his new shotgun, checking to see if it was full, "Five shots!" He exclaimed, he then sat and waited for his fellow comrade with Noven and Martial.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 11, 2011 1:13:49 GMT -5
-Halt had been running for a long time now, he had finally begun to run out of breath when he saw three figures standing around in the clearing. He stopped, regained his breath and strode into the clearing carrying the injured, but alive dog. He just looked at Martial and chuckled "You little bitch, scared of one tiny dog with a ten foot tongue. One look at that thing, and I swear you were halfway here already." Halt grinned, walked over and clapped *message reduced* on the back. He then looked at Wanderer and simply said "And you didn't have any faith in me."
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 11, 2011 1:16:54 GMT -5
-Fallout pointed his gun at the dog, "Keep that thing where I can see it, the last one tore my throat out, not sure what a fucking Rott will do!"Keeping his gun on the dog he looked up at Grey, "But I am glad you made it, sorry about leaving, I uh, had to use the bathroom." Fallout said chuckling.
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Post by freemartialartist on Feb 11, 2011 1:21:57 GMT -5
-The dog snarled and barked at the wanderer, but Beardsley kept hold of the scruff of his neck.
-"Bitch indeed," started the Artist ,"You got here didn't you? At any point did I not have faith in you? I oughta-"
-The man then leapt forward at the chimera, swinging his hand. He stopped it roughly a foot from his face.
-"Eiffel Tower!!!"
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Post by graybeardhalt on Feb 11, 2011 1:27:38 GMT -5
-"Eiffel mog-damn Tower!!!"
-The sound of the two man's hands colliding in mid air could only be described as thunderous, maybe even actually causing lightning to flash in the air.
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Post by freemartialartist on Feb 11, 2011 18:36:41 GMT -5
-When the smoke had cleared, they retracted there hands in the most dramatic fashion possible. That had perhaps been the high five to end all high fives. The very earth wept at the impact. Only once in an eon can something that powerful occur between friends. Nay, brothers. They silently agreed never to speak of this most victorious moment again.
-"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, I feel like there are some things we need to go over," the artist began. "I feel like we weren't being completely honest before, so I'd like to take this opportunity to list exactly what we have, and how much of it. I myself have the clothes you see before me. I didn't even bring supplies. What do you guys have, exactly?"
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