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  1. Sorry my post is short. It turns out it is hard to work with your last post :). But I'm happy for you to elaborate in your next post, rather than rewrite the other.
  2. Torie’s ears swivelled left and right. Was the water getting louder, or Priscilla’s voice getting quieter? “What can you see?” she said, sniffing around the walls, pushing on natural knobs and cracks for signs of a secret passage. Nothing. The salamanders on the other side of the portal were shouting, but she could only just hear them above the roar of the steam. Water poured through the portal, into the land of fire. It was up to her elbows now, which meant it was almost three feet deep. “I can’t see how to get to you,” she said, “But keep talking, loudly. She looked up, at the cavern’s roof, but couldn’t see past the slab of grey-red stone.
  3. Told you so 😉 So glad you're getting some relief! Infant care centres! I don't think they have things like that here. My older siblings all have kids and they're always complaining, lol. And I only need to babysit my nieces and nephews for a few hours to see why! Still, thank you for keeping the human race going. Someone's got to! So what's the deal with infant care? How long do they have them at a time? How many days a week? Do they keep them overnight? Does it cost you money or is it government subsidised? I might have to move to Singapore when I eventually have kids 🙂 . It sounds and looks like a modern-day Atlantis! How is your wife enjoying parenthood? Is she one of those lucky ones who actually enjoys every minute of it? We're surviving without you. You managed to blow up the dynamite but we don't know if Aaric survived or not! We both just got bowled over by a torrent of water and washed into deeper parts of the cave. But it doesn't matter when you jump back in. We can just claim you were lost in the flood, and if you happen to pop up again alive and (mostly) unscathed then feel free to join us for the next step in the adventure. Incidentally, how is it you only need to put one thing into a baby but five horrible things come out (wee, poo, vomit, snot and noise)?
  4. Thanks guys. I've done this before and it hasn't been a problem, so I'll leave it in for now 🙂
  5. Sam's eyes widened incredulously. "You're right. I don't want to come with you. But I might put up with you for the money. As for magic-" she flicked her hand up behind the dragon lady's right ear and withdrew a small, elegant and - apparently - glass dagger. "I can pull magical objects out of stupid people."
  6. Torie’s ears swivelled. She thought she could hear a woman’s voice, but among the roaring of the water coming down the stairs and the hiss of the panicking salamanders beyond the portal gate, it was hard to tell. Water lapped higher and higher. The flow had slowed a little but certainly hadn’t stopped. It occurred to her she might drown here. But then the water reached the edge of the portal and slipped over, into the world of fire. Then there was a different kind of hissing. Steam blocked out most of her view as the water entering the portal gate hit the magical fire beyond and vaporised. She could see the salamanders shrinking back in horror, but only their silhouettes now. “Ha! Serves you right, ugly snakes! Water beats fire every time,” she roared, slapping the water beneath her with an enormous paw. More and more water poured over the portal threshold into the realm of fire, but then her ears twitched again. That was definitely Priscilla. “I’m here,” she shouted, as loud as she could – which was very loud indeed. “Pris?... I can’t see a way to get to you right now. Are you alright?”
  7. I'm all for avoiding spoilers, so feel free to keep them somewhere private. That said, I can always choose not to read them :). Edit: I made a small post out of order just to respond to direct questions. Does anybody mind? If so I can delete it no problem. I just couldn't resist having some fun with Ketania 😄
  8. Sam had been watching the dragon-lady with the pretty wings and horns for some time, and was just about to approach her herself when the young man with prematurely grey hair beat her to the punch: Damn it. She stood suddenly, sending her chair skidding backwards over the floorboards, straightened her weathered blue waistcoat and marched towards the pair. "Oy love. Come sit right 'ere, tell me where you're from." A lecherous old man with droopy moustache grabbed her hand and yanked, though Sam yanked back. "You can't afford me," she said, storming away as raucous laughter arose behind her. Stupid thing to say, she thought. What was she saying, that she was an expensive prostitute? She was neither expensive nor a prostitute. Why didn’t other women here get so much attention? Oh, that’s right. They had horns, or wings, or glowing red eyes, or cloven feet. Sam must look like an easy target. Plus she had a particular set of curves that seemed to bring out the worst in men - especially old, drunk fools – and never any interest from men who were any less than ten years her senior. She cleared her throat upon approaching the two and tried not to sound quite as squeaky as she usually did. “I was thinking of going after that wyvern too. I was just waiting for some other people to show interest. Think the three of us could team up? I can do a bit of magic, mostly to protect myself, mind you, but maybe you’ll find it useful.” She stood there for some time as the greying young man and dragon lady sized her up, probably seeing what she saw every time she looked in a mirror: A short, fat and frumpy small town girl in clothing too fancy for her own good. “Well?” she said a little too quickly, putting her hands on her hips and frowning.
  9. Name: Samantha Foxworth Preferred name: Sam Gender: Female Species/Race: Human Age: 19 Height: 155cm Physical Description: Sam has large green eyes, full lips, an upturned nose, light bronze skin and rosy cheeks. She’s short but very curvy, and has a distractingly large bust. Her clothing is practical first but flattering a close second, with high necklines and tight sleeves, and dresses or skirts that reach just below the knee. She prefers darker colours to hide the dirt from travel. A keen eye would be able to tell from her dress that her family is wealthy. Perhaps nobility. Powers Description: Sam is a conjurer. She can create phantom shapes that appear to be made out of clear glass, but which are much stronger than glass and which she can move about as she wishes, so long as she remains in contact with them. So she could conjure a sword and shield, or any other weapon, though not weapons that rely on flexibility like bows or crossbows. She can also conjure shields, or stairs to navigate difficult terrain, or a platform on which she can stand to carry her various locations. Personality: Sam is headstrong, opinionated, gregarious and quick-witted. What she lacks in height she tries to make up for in personality. She tends to lack a filter and say things how they are, much to the detriment of her ability to socialise, though she’s aware this is a trait that wins her no favours. Her mouth tends to talk before her brain can stop it. History: Sam is a self-taught mage, who discovered she had powers when she was a child. Being born in a small town on the northern shores of Lake Vipuris, the only daughter among eight brothers, and a middle child, she was not permitted to leave to study. She only recently escaped from her merchant father’s plans to marry her to the town’s wealthy (and much more elderly) butcher, and her mother’s overprotectiveness. Sam wishes to prove herself to be a worthwhile mage, but is struggling to find a school that can understand, let alone teach her her brand of conjuring magic. In the interim she has decided to test her abilities on the road.
  10. I am, sorry. I should be able to write a character in the next 24 hours or so. Edit: Here she is 🙂 Samantha Foxworth Edit 2: I made my first post in the thread! Let me know if you have any constructive criticism.
  11. I'm definitely interested. We should invite 1 or 2 more people on board for the next thread, too 🙂
  12. Is this still open? I would be interested in participating 🙂
  13. Sorry yet again for taking so long to reply. No real excuse this time except a change in routine due to school holidays and general malaise. But I REALLY enjoyed making this latest post. I hope I wasn't too presumptuous, @Jotnotes regarding the success of Aaric's task. Let me know what you think. I'm happy to change things if need be!
  14. Torie gritted her teeth and growled at the salamanders swarming out of the cave, climbing over the lip of the slope. The kobolds had given up the edge; now they had lost the high ground. “Yeah,” Torie said, a little disappointed but recognising the wisdom of retreat. “Maybe we should retreat, for now, though it pains me to-“ There was a boom, so loud it made her skull rattle, and a blast of air hit them so fast it nearly bowled her over. The poor kobolds fared worse. One of them was thrown bodily down the slope, out of sight. Rocks clattered down from the roof’s ceiling. There was a screaming in her head like an injured seal pup, so high and so loud she didn’t hear the rushing water until it was flowing about her feet. Then her wrists, then her elbows and knees. She tried to turn, to check on Priscilla, but the flow of muddy water pushed into her flank and she was bowled over sideways, down over the slope from which the kobolds had come. Tumbling, tumbling, unable to gain purchase on the rocks which knocked into her ribs and joints. She scrambled at them but they just tore her claws, causing more pain, until she decided it was better just to let the water carry her where it will. Go with the flow. Roll with it. She was doing both. When she finally stopped tumbling she was in a large room, more of a cellar than a cave, the stone walls being carved and shaped to create a more inviting space. There were lights overhead – lanterns, still swinging with the shock of the explosion. Water was still gushing around her but no longer deep enough to carry her along. It still pushed at wooden tables and lapped at the base of book cases, or pushed wooden chests aside. Glassware fell and clinked and crackled, and salamanders hissed. Dominating the room was a man-sized loop of sharp, mithril steel, intertwined like thorny vines, sliding through one another as if alive. Inside the loop was a scene of hell: a land of fire and smoke, stretching into the distance over burning ruins and into towering volcanoes. “The portal,” she said, to nobody in particular. Aching all over, Torie nevertheless forced herself to her feet, water still lapping about her low-slung stomach. It felt strange. Beside her a salamander writhed and slithered towards the tables, steam rising off its scales and erupting out of where the water had hit its open wounds. “Oh no you don’t,” Torie said, grabbing it by the tail as she had the others and pulling it back towards herself before biting down into the back of its neck. Delicious. She turned and looked this way and that, but there were no signs of the others. Perhaps they had been washed into another cavern. Behind her, the water still gushed through a narrow arch, perhaps over a flight of stairs. With so much water it was hard to tell. On the other side of the cellar-cave it gurgled and groaned as it swirled down a hole in the floor. Perhaps another passage, leading deeper. “Priscilla? Aaric?” she said, her voice ringing deep and true even over the rush of the water, which didn’t look to be letting up soon. Behind her one of the book cases fell over with a wet splosh, scattering scrolls and documents into the torrent, soon to be swallowed by the gaping hole into which the water swirled. “Shank? Kissit? Come on, everyone. This is no fun on my own.” She tried to keep the tone of nervousness out of her voice. Torie heard more hissing, and looked up at the portal. It was hard to make out through the rippling heat, but she thought she could see many pairs of eyes looking back at her. The ring of twisting, turning metal that sustained the portal floated above the ground, so no water had flowed through yet, but the salamanders on the other side didn’t look happy. Then she had an idea. Torie bound over the water like a bear after fish, towards the fallen book shelf, and pushed it on its back over the opening on the floor. Too big to pass through, it was sucked down onto the hole, blocking off the water’s escape channel. Slowly the room began to fill, towards the lip of the portal. “It looks a little dry in there,” Torie said to the waiting salamanders, and gave them a toothy grin.
  15. It's ok. Parenthood is really hard, especially with twins! Are your parents or in laws able to help out? God bless you in this journey and I hope you have time to play soon!
  16. I posted. Sorry I took so long! It shouldn't take that long again, not for a long while anyway. School holidays start in two weeks and we're finally winding down for the year so I will have more and more free time :).
  17. "Are you kidding? This is fantastic. What a story to tell our children! Are you planning to have children? Don't answer that, if you don't want." The salamanders slithered closer up the rocky slope, spears at the ready, waiting at the last minute to thrust. With her foothold on higher ground Torie found them easy to dissuade. Wait for them to get close and bat their spears aside, bat them across the head if they were close enough. Snake tails were grippy but once she got their heavy torsos unbalanced, they fell away easily into their comrades. More concerning was a sibilant chanting from further down the tunnel, behind the salamanders. Like whispering but too loud to be whispering. An eerie red glow outlined the salamanders, like fire, so that it wasn’t just the red glint in their eyes she could see. “Aaric, hurry up with that boom!” she said, as the chanting climaxed in a whispered shout. Torie swatted away one more spear head, looked about for more, but found none. All the salamanders were waiting at the bottom of the rockfall. The light behind them was getting brighter, as if a bonfire was crawling up the tunnel. Then, slithering into view was a huge, smoking salamander. Between his scales glowed the brightness of fire. Smoke and ash issued from his snout, his eyes, his ears, crowning his head and rolling off the roof of the cave. The salamander opened its mouth and roared. “Look at that!” Torie said to Priscilla, pointing with her claw. “Have you ever seen anything like it! I love travelling, and adventure. Stuff like this makes it all worth it. I’m never going home!” "Pretender!" Shank screeched. "False, tricksy salamanders. You must die." The salamander raised his spear, chanting, and the spear began to glow red. Then the redness flicked forward, shooting out the way the spear was pointing in a fireball. Torie was too slow. It didn’t explode, but hit her centre of her chest and sizzled. Torie roared, and stepped back in pain. The salamanders slithered forwards up the slope.
  18. They may not speak... whatever language we're speaking anyway 🙂 I'm sorry I haven't posted for a bit. School's really busy with end of year stuff. But I will soon!
  19. Four salamanders. Then Torie’s teeth found one’s neck, and there were three. Three salamanders. Then Aaric’s wrist bolt pierced another’s jugular, and there were two. Two salamanders. Priscilla’s bolt pierced it in the ribs and Aaric finished it off. One left. Shank found it, stabbed it in the belly and pulled his little knife sideways. It bled terribly, still clutching its spear and backed deeper into the cave. Right where Torie waited. From behind she grabbed it just above the elbow with her teeth, and the kobolds swarmed over it with their mismatched weapons, stabbing and slashing until the creature moved and hissed no more. “Thanks,” Torie said, eyes glittering behind a mask of blood at her little companions. She turned to the others. “Come on. There’s still a bit more than all of these to go. We need to burst the water table, and quickly!” She turned, shuffling quickly into the cave, breathless but spurred on by adrenaline and hunger. It got darker quickly as they left daylight behind but at a junction there was an ornamental sconce lighting up three passages. She stopped in the middle, ears wiggling back and forth. “They’re all down that way, I think,” she said, pointing to the right tunnel. A breeze blew up from there, carrying with it smells of scorch and sweat, and a sibilant hiss at the edge of her hearing. It was quite steep too, the path being cut into steps to aid travelers, but the dirt and dust lined with the tracks of snakes. To Aaric she said, “Take the dynamite up that path. Go to the very end and you’ll come across a dark granite wall. Shove it in the biggest crack, light the fuse and run back here. “The rest of us will hold here until you get back.” Torie walked to the first step down, then dug her feet in. Her tiger eyes were already adjusting to the dark, and in the lantern light she could see three pairs of glittering eyes peering up at her from the darkness, waving back and forth as they slithered closer. More and more appeared behind them. “Priscilla, I hope you have plenty of crossbow bolts left,” she said, breathing so hard her belly pressed against the earth of the cave with each gasp.
  20. It's ok. I think we're all really busy anyway!
  21. Torie looked back at her friends and smiled. “It’s a good feeling, knowing you all have my back.” Then she turned to the salamanders and charged. She was slow at first, little legs projecting forth a mass they were never designed to deal with. But it didn’t take her long to gather speed, tail wagging, flesh wobbling beneath her fur like a bear ready for hibernation. The salamander all pointed their spears at her but at the last minute she changed targets. Sadly, her bulk wasn’t very fast in following. All the spears missed but Torie barrelled forward between the slithering back ends of two salamanders like a bull. She reached out, grabbing some reptilian tail to help turn herself around, but her claws simply raked open flesh. A sharp pain in her left paw indicated she had torn off a nail in her attempt to stop and so she let go, slowing to a trot on the uneven surface of the cave before turning. One of the salamanders turned to face her. Torie glanced over her shoulder to make sure there were none coming up the rear, then charged again, swatting the spear aside as she had in the battle outside and doing her best, pathetic attempt at a leap at the salamander’s face. She hit it below the chest, scratching with her claws, trying to find purchase, then found a muscular arm in her mouth, covered in scales. She bit down hard.
  22. Woops! I was wondering why it didn't keep my text for me after it glitched out, lol. Thanks 🙂
  23. “At least seven,” Torie said, getting her breath back and wiggling out of the dead salamander’s grip. She stood up with a groan and looked about, her gaze lingering between Shank’s wound above the hip and Aaric’s bloodied arm. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Dragoness, mighty Trashkill, you heal Shank!” said the brown salamander. “I can’t heal anyone,” she said, but then stopped. Her fur was still wet from where Aaric had emptied the bottle over it, and the wound itself was feeling quite good. At least, compared to how it had. “Shank, come here,” she said. Shank walked over boldly, despite the injury leaking blood down his chicken leg. “Press your wound against my coat here,” she said, looking down as best she could with a tilt of her many chins. Shank was smart. He did so without question. “It stings,” he said. “It stings good.” “It’s working.” She smiled at her ‘subject.’ “Aaric, how’s your arm? That stuff you brought is great. Next time though we should soak some bandages in it, rather than just pour it everywhere.” She grinned at him in gratitude, then winced at the gash across her cheek and ear. “If you’ve got another one then Shank’s face and your arm could do with some healing too,” she said. “But don’t worry about me anymore. I can heal myself, once the fighting’s over.” Just then there was a hiss from the mine, and in the darkness Torie spied more movement. At least four salamanders, shoulder-to-shoulder and spanning from wall-to-wall, spears at the ready. “More company,” she said, in a quieter tone. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll break their line. Then everyone charge.”
  24. “At least seven,” Torie said, getting her breath back and wiggling out of the dead salamander’s grip. She stood up with a groan and looked about, her gaze lingering between Shank’s wound above the hip and Aaric’s bloodied arm. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Dragoness, mighty Trashkill, you heal Shank!” said the brown salamander. “I can’t heal anyone,” she said, but then stopped. Her fur was still wet from where Aaric had emptied the bottle over it, and the wound itself was feeling quite good. At least, compared to how it had. “Shank, come here,” she said. Shank walked over boldly, despite the injury leaking blood down his chicken leg. “Press your wound against my coat here,” she said, looking down as best she could with a tilt of her many chins. Shank was smart. He did so without question. “It stings,” he said. “It stings good.” “It’s working.” She smiled at her ‘subject.’ “Aaric, how’s your arm? That stuff you brought is great. Next time though we should soak some bandages in it, rather than just pour it everywhere.” She grinned at him in gratitude, then winced at the gash across her cheek and ear. “If you’ve got another one then Shank’s face and your arm could do with some healing too,” she said. “But don’t worry about me anymore. I can heal myself, once the fighting’s over.” Just then there was a hiss from the mine, and in the darkness Torie spied more movement. At least four salamanders, shoulder-to-shoulder and spanning from wall-to-wall, spears at the ready. “More company,” she said, in a quieter tone. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll break their line. Then everyone charge.”
  25. Congratulations! That was earlier than expected, wasn't it? How's their mum doing?
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