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Post by spudnik on Jun 22, 2009 10:51:03 GMT -8
When a person has lived a life around the making of, and participation in a war said person's knowledge of danger or sense of evil rides askew of normal. How true this is, is debateable, but in Spudnik's case it is true even in its more advanced form; the inability to fear death. The cold feeling swept through him; mirmir's elixer tasted sweet. rife of metallic flavour, but not bitter. it nearly instantly put him to sleep; when he awoke, however, he was so very cold even through the thick Majestic Plate. he felt his muscles twitching as he sat up, his back sore, his mind so fresh. looking around the room he saw but a blur of white patterns, magical glows, and strokes of art by the ancient craftsmen of the Ivory Tower. as he got to his feet, the Darkelf in the corner applauded; happy to have finally brewed Mirmir's elixer. Spudnik tried his mouth... he could speak. he asked what should happen next. well what did happen next filled Spudnik with intrigue; being told he had the ability to start anew. start anew? start all over again ... but to what purpose? to start unskilled and untrained would mean certain death as he faced his opponents; and this gripped him.... he finally felt the excitement he was waiting for.... he felt the fear of death for the first time. and it thrilled him. in a rush he began pouring through his remaining items in his Loot collection..... there was several trophy weaponry bits and a ragged old suit of leather, dusty and ripped in several spots. he tried it on, made a flexing motion.... the armor ripped down the sides and at the biceps. it didnt quite fit, but it would have to do. holding the mallet made him feel funny. he approached the Prefects with caution. he spoke in no uncertain terms and in no broken speech about his desire to become a Destroyer. when they agreed, he began his training. the hammer smash, the fatal strike, guts pose, and the final obstacle... the focused Rage. as soon as he was ready, he set out for shuttgart; certain the golems would provide a dangerous, painful obstacle. (((((((((((( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNhN6lT-y5U ))))))))))))
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Post by spudnik on Jun 24, 2009 10:16:54 GMT -8
the golems were simple. the ants were simple. the hammer struck true, crunched the wooden chests and smashed the exoskeletons of the ants easily. he seldom was hit by their magics or claws.
no, Spudnik thought this was too easy. something had to be wrong.
or was he really that good? hell, he wasnt even trying.
"Qul! fetch my blade. it is time to prove the worth of a sharp sword over a dull Mallet."
and Qul bowed out, to the village, to the warehouse. she returned quickly and laid the sword at her master's feet. Spudnik gave her the Hammer and Qul pretended to just let it lay there as Spudnik picked up the hilt of the sword, twirled it quickly, stretched his back, and did a few practice chops with it.
"Now we shall see whether or not Pavel 's endless Hoard of golems is as weak as they seem."
and saying thus Qul picked up her Mysterious sword (its purple metal and red eye always made Spudnik slightly uneasy) and flicked it several different ways, chanting the chants she had learned from her Master. Spudnik had relinquished the magic arts of Paagrio, but had taught Qul before disavowing himself completely of their uses.
Spudnik again felt the rush. not knowing what to expect; whether the sword would flex and break under the strength of the golem's pincers or not. whether or not it was adequate enough to cut the rubbery carcasses of Ants.
and as he began that old art of swordplay, he found it was true. it wasnt his weapon that made the difference at all. the mallet was just messy. his sword cut cleanly. made no mess of brains nor wood splinters. ants he cleaved in two, golems he dismembered before finishing off with a Fatal Slice.
he threw his head back and laughed as the onslaught of just him and his mystic slave drove golems back to whatever god devised them.
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Post by Kuros on Jun 24, 2009 21:18:32 GMT -8
(so far so good spuddy, I'm enjoying the read about the new and improved Spudnik )
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Post by khanna on Jun 26, 2009 16:39:25 GMT -8
((OOOH! Me likes!!)
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Post by spudnik on Jun 30, 2009 9:58:36 GMT -8
the cold hammer's jagged ice patterns left a noticeable print on the corpses rendered thus by Spudnik.
the fallen orcs in the cemetary, as well as their gargoyle compatriots; they all fell by the hammer. nothing quite instilled the spirit of being stunned like a war cry. Spudnik's was simple, easy to understand, and by its mention through his deep baritone lungs and great resounding volume his war cry often did inspire a state of stun and shock.
only the foolish ran to hide; only the simple would stay and face certain death. both, however, faced the hammer.
it would not be long. his war cry had reached the ears of one particular foe; not even Spudnik could tell what impact it had.
but four words echoed in the cemetery. four words made many undead (with no fear of death) fall back to their graves.
I
Will
Destroy
You
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Post by spudnik on Jul 7, 2009 8:43:09 GMT -8
Qul had always been with Spudnik, since his beginnings as a destroyer. He found Her wounded and dying and had brought medicine and bandages to help her heal. She walked with a limp now, and leaned on him for much. the two were mostly inseparable and had helped each other out significantly over the small time they had known each other. she felt somewhat enslaved to him, and he felt bound to her as a guardian type figure.
Sitting in Giran selling some wares, Spudnik reminisced about one particular day kaevra (who had deserted him long ago) bestowed upon him a special sword; she called it a Guardian sword. she told him there would come a day when he would be guardian to one special person. Spudnik had asked many times why he would need a sword, as he was a tyrant and could not use it.
But kaevra insisted he would need it. he deposited it into his repository later that evening, thinking it would only gather dust in his vault. took two dwarfs to carry it after all.
Spudnik thought much on his relationship with this mysterious Qul. when they were together he felt strange. like an ominously strong, powerful person. when she was away at her home in Goddard town, he felt a strange lonesomeness.
Spudnik knew it couldnt be anything out of the ordinary; he felt this way in the company of Lady Olorae, lady Sadori, lady Senka, dame kolarae, young Khanna, little Jhaelle, miss Tiella, even of Shereazar who he seldom saw. thinking on it, Spudnik came to the conclusion he felt himself to be a protection agent. a sort of guardian.
and so protector he was. to few, anyway, and really probably only in his own mind.
He tidied his shop, gathered everything up, and headed back to the warehouse. asked for his Guardian Sword and two old dwarfs came out of the vault, carrying his sword. it was big, Spudnik saw it was still sharp too.
it gleamed as the bearers of the sword gently put it down on the floor of the warehouse. it still made a terrible clanging noise, falling to the ground. Spudnik grasped the hilt with one hand, hoisted it up, pointing it to the sky. examining its edges, he grasped it firmly in both hands. he made a few practice swings, and knew its weight and balance was just about perfect. it was heavy for a good chop, was balanced just above the hilt making it great to swing, and fast.
with this he would be guardian first to Qul. then to everyone else who needed such help in such dangerous places.
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Post by spudnik on Jul 21, 2009 11:39:39 GMT -8
The sword had proved a faithful friend. guardian to his kin, and those around him, he and the sword put to practice those things he had learned; swinging not wildly as a madman enfuriated, but swinging carefully, quickly, boldly, powerfully.
to the left an enemy would approach, and loose no momentum as the sword which clotheslined that enemy cleaved through the chest.
he was quick. that was sure. Qul made sure.
but this battle would be a battle to sing about.
Spudnik now faced the great enemy. for months Spudnik cut down the trees of the forest, and now the treant stood before him, angered, furious and Thieles was no mere tree. this was the tree of trees, the one who lost his family to Spudnik. Thieles would not see Spudnik leave the forest alive, Thieles meant to kill him.
Spudnik knew, of course, and was waiting for this day. he had brought many of the Hand, and was certain of victory.
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Post by spudnik on Aug 14, 2009 12:13:47 GMT -8
the smell of old dusty moldy damp rags was his signature, hobbling down the cobblestones to the warehouse. he teetered to the left and the right spun about and had to stop for breath a few times before reaching the Gatekeeper, grasping her by the collar and moaningly asking if his feet were pink.
he woke up asleep in Shuttgart, knowing nothing of where he was. he sat up and gazed off into the midday sky for what seemed like days. his attention returned to him as a passerby tossed him a coin. he saw the coin in mid air transform into a giant bandersnatch, jaws wide open ready to chomp down on whatever morsel of his body should find itself within reach...
he recoiled, jumping backward into the temple screaming. the passerby raised an eyebrow, and picked his coin up, porting out.
the temple's training room suddenly saw a small wiry man running around screaming, hands wildly in the air, flailing. the guards simply raised their eyebrows and watched. the wiry smelly man ran around the training dummies dodging the attacks of the pupils training. the wiry running man saw not pupils training for war on dummies, but great Orcish warriors with axes great as trees, and armor thick as castle walls, and they were swinging their weapons at him, their red eyes burning into his skin.
he ran out of the room just as fast as he ran into it, only to run smack into the high priest, and falling over unconscious again.
the high priest sent the guards to take the man to the gate keeper, to teleport him to the wall of argos, hoping never to see him again. meanwhile he repaired to his chamber to change clothes from the horrid rancid smell that had wiped off onto him by the wiry man with the grimey face.
Spudnik had finished his daily hunt. he and Qul headed back to the safe zone near the entrance of the wall of argos, when Spudnik heard the teleporting of the darkelf. the smell he recognized instantly. it had been his own smell some years ago. a musk like no other, and Qul began to wretch.
the darkelf lay unconscious on his stomach at the spot the gatekeeper placed him. as spudnik approached quietly, he rolled the darkelf over enough to see his face.
both Spudnik's and the darkelf's eyes lit up instantly.
it was him. the darkelf rolled over away from spudnik, instantly drawing his saber from its sheath. he lunged as a tiger lunges, the sword in his hand aimed square for spudnik's other eye. spudnik caught the sword bare handed and snapped it like a twig, before catching the darkelf by the shirt and holding him above the ground with one arm.
to the darkelf, the words spudnik spoke were growls and roars like a lion. Qul's words were scree's like a hawk. he must get free. he ragingly beat upon the arm of the great monstrous orc that held him so high above the ground that he half wished not to escape the clutches of the beast, for fear of death on impact.
he saw spudnik's mouth bleed with every word, those long rows of pointy teeth salivating ready to rip flesh from bone, green as the skin on his face, breath as the stench of death. he saw Qul's anger and fury as she broke a purple bottle on a rock and came at him with the broken glass.
he felt warm oozing rusty blood dripping from the back of his neck as it seemed Qul pressed the glass into his spine. he grit his teeth and felt his kicking legs stop. his arms lost their flail and his jaw relaxed. his eyes closed, though he was not sleepy. everything but his brain had now shut down, and he became agitated as he felt himself going to sleep.
a loud THUMP of a door opening woke him, and his eyes opened.
he was in a bed. and he could move his limbs.
after he settled down, he saw who opened the door and recoiled jumping out of bed. spudnik quickly grasped him and spoke his name, calming him down. "FlamingRaindrops! FlamingRaindrops! FlamingRaindrops! shhhhhhhh..... "
the now nervous and tense darkelf stopped fighting the grip of spudnik and they began to talk.
"You have been at some terrible drugs, FlamingRaindrops. it took many a night and day to take the fever from you, but you seem to be right as ... well, right as rain."
"i have no memory of you, orc, how do you know my name ? " FlamingRaindrops now sat on the bed, and Spudnik on a chair.
"We met many moons ago. once. but that changed the course of both our lives forever. all that is ancient history now, lost to the pages of the books reserved to the judgement of our works. you saved my life once and now i have returned the favour."
Spudnik stood up. "You will find your belongings have been returned to you. as new as the day they left you. along with a gift from myself to you. i had hoped this day had come a bit sooner, but i realize that would have been impossible. do enjoy it, and keep yourself away from the rot gut. it was my undoing once, it has been yours too, it seems. "
Spudnik left the room while FlamingRaindrops inspected his items. his green suit had been washed, in a box lay his Saber, and at the end of the bed lay two bags of green and blue gems. there was a long slender sword box also. FlamingRaindrops had curiosity and peeked inside. as he went around town later that day, he asked the people on the street what it was. one particular dwarf looked it over with caution "i'll say its texture reminds me of Mithril. it looks quite sharp and is quite light. perhaps you should take it to your darkelf masters and ask them."
and with that, FlamingRaindrops looked around for the Darkelf Guild.
finding them, he approached the grand master with caution, asking the name of the sword in question. "this... this is the sword known as Valhalla."
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Post by spudnik on Oct 6, 2009 8:52:24 GMT -8
Qul warily took her robes, her Infernal sword, and her package of Soulshots. the deed had been done, she had been stained. it was not something easily accomplished, and had been painful to do despite his great size and resistance. her mind tricks had worked but he resisted nevertheless.
now she needed to dispose of the evidence, and dispose of herself. a bittersweet victory for Zorf.
Qul thought back on their life together. Zorf was a kind and devoted husband. a great orc. but Spudnik in his tyranny had killed him, and passed over the lifeless corpse of Zorf en route to countless other victims. it had to end. Qul must be more cunning, more wiley, more skillful than Spudnik ever was.
it was tougher now that Spudnik had risen out of his diminished mental capacity.
but she did it. and now that it was done, Qul would need to vanish or to die. in either case Zorf was avenged.
she looked back at the house where they stayed. the stench would alert someone, sometime, but when it happened she would be long gone, and he would be quite decomposed.
thinking on it, she revelled in excitement and lurched a bit again at the thought of all the blood. excited to have killed the tyrant and won the war for Zorf.
she made him suffer just as Zorf suffered. she played with his mind, made him do it to himself. her spell crippled him first, then froze him from the inside. Spudnik was forced to lay on the ground, while he lifted his own sword and cut off his legs joint by joint. first at the ankles, then at the knees, finally at the hips.
but he resisted to his best ability. in a moment of clarity, he flung the great bloody sword at Qul. she ducked, but the blood on the blade flung all around, spilling on her white robes.
screaming as he used his arms to move about the room in an effort to escape, she again tightened the spell's grip on him.
she held the great blunt weapon, his cherished Ice Storm Hammer. it was messy, it would do nicely. she grinned as he backed against the stone wall. she flicked her arm and his legless form slid up the wall and held firmly in position. moaning and pleading Spudnik tried to speak to Qul, but could mutter only sobs. his head held his crown, the golden circlet of redemption. Qul placed it on his head and now was beating the circlet into his brow. it only took one beating. the whole side of his head caved in, the circlet bent and twisted, now poking out the opposite ear.
her fury and hatred now burned with paagrian fire. it would not be quenched until her feat of mutilation was complete.
she raised the hammer again and with a swing so deadly and powerful, she howled as the hammer head struck the chest of Spudnik. it broke a dozen ribs on her first strike. the jagged edges of the hammer ripped flesh with every strike thereafter as it punctured him. she let into him with every ounce of strength she had. each swing was like smashing a tomato; blood poured out of every wound.
her last furious blow forced the hammer to lodge between the bricks of the stone wall supporting Spudnik's now lifeless torso.
it was done and she packed everything.
the gatekeeper asked no questions; never did. Qul was teleported to the lair of the dragon Valakas. she must face her own violent fate. she rushed to the lair's door and didnt look back. when she arrived at the bridge, she was proud. it was a good drop. painful. straight into the lava. a quick death - not for an orc. this would be a slow roast. leaping with all her might and smiling, she fell.
as she descended into the inferno, she prayed paagrio one small prayer;
Lord Paagrio I pray you will take my orcish nature away, let me be as weak as an elf. let me die as an elf dies.
the great red splash threw lava all over the cave walls, her majestic robes and infernal sword melted instantly in the fire. Qul resurfaced, missing most of her snow white face. her white naked skin disintegrated over the course of an hour. her stark bones buoyant against the heated liquid rock became ash as the flesh melted off of her.
Qul made no scream, but drank in the pain. it was done.
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Post by zethrodraithius on Oct 13, 2009 5:22:42 GMT -8
Wow, great writing Spud.
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Post by Kuros on Oct 13, 2009 10:25:13 GMT -8
((I'm actually tempted to have Dach make a cameo in this story and comment on the event a bit. Sort of like Uatu The Watcher in the Marvel Comics series)
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Post by spudnik on Oct 13, 2009 11:04:52 GMT -8
thread is open to all kinds of feedback. always has been.
tanks for the compliment, Zethro.
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