[Mkguild] Healing Wounds in Arabarb (46 of ?)

[Skylos]

Rule 34: If it exists, there's porn of it.

Skylos

On Thu, Jun 2, 2011 at 11:21 AM, Christian Okane <chrisokane at verizon.net>wrote:

> Ok. What is rule # 34?
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> Chris
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> The Lurking Fox
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> *From:* mkguild-bounces at lists.integral.org [mailto:
> mkguild-bounces at lists.integral.org] *On Behalf Of *Hallan Mirayas
> *Sent:* Monday, May 30, 2011 5:19 PM
> *To:* Metamor Keep
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> *Subject:* Re: [Mkguild] Healing Wounds in Arabarb (46 of ?)
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> *happy dances along with!*  And at the hand of his own monster, no less.
> Classic. :)
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> Evil Overlord List Rule #48: I will treat any beast which I control through
> magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever
> broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.  At least he
> avoided Rule #34, though. :)
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> > From: chrisokane at verizon.net
> > To: jagille 3 at vt.edu; MKGuild at lists.integral.org
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> > Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 13:14:13 -0400
> > Subject: Re: [Mkguild] Healing Wounds in Arabarb (46 of ?)
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> > You finally killed Calephas! Hurrah! I've waited for that monsters death
> > for a long time!
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> > *Does a happy dance!
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> > Chris
> > The Lurking Fox
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> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: mkguild-bounces at lists.integral.org
> > [mailto:mkguild-bounces at lists.integral.org] On Behalf Of C. Matthias
> > Sent: Monday, May 23, 2011 4:39 AM
> > To: Metamor Keep
> > Subject: [Mkguild] Healing Wounds in Arabarb (46 of ?)
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> > Healing Wounds in Arabarb
> > By Charles Matthias
> >
> >
> > One thing that Alfwig had grown used to in the two months he had been
> > chained in the dungeon of Fjellvidden castle was the sounds of the
> > river rushing past. The water lapped at the stone foundations and
> > when the tide was high, at the floor beneath him. It almost purred as
> > it flowed to the distant ocean. No matter when he felt tired, it
> > never ceased to lull him to sleep. Fitful sleep with bad dreams
> > perhaps, but still sleep nevertheless.
> >
> > This meant that even he could hear the sound of fighting in the city
> > when it began. It may not be in the castle, but it was sufficient for
> > him. Alfwig slipped free of the bonds that Yajgaj had undone, rubbed
> > his wrist and ankles for a moment, stretched his legs one last time,
> > and then walked carefully across the dungeon. Even though Yajgaj had
> > extinguished the torches, after two months, there was not a crevice
> > in the dungeons that Alfwig didn't know as intimately as his own he art.
> >
> > The door was unlocked and beyond he saw light at the top of the
> > stairs. Only a single lantern, but it was enough to make the man's
> > eyes wince. Alfwig shadowed his eyes with his forearm as he climbed
> > the steps softly and carefully, listening for the sounds of anyone
> > approaching. The castle was silent, and now out of the dungeons he
> > couldn't even hear the distant combat.
> >
> > At the first landing he saw the lantern hanging from the wall
> > overlooking a sleeping cot covered in furs suitable to a Lutin. A
> > pair of chests rested against the back wall. Alfwig found both of
> > them unlatched. Fresh clothes suited to his frame were tucked into
> > one, while good leather armor had been carefully arrayed in the
> > second. He lifted the armor to his nose and smiled faintly. Crisp and
> > with the familiar scent of the oil he'd used while working in Ture's
> > tannin g shop. This was indeed the armor he had fashioned for himself
> > a few months ago as he'd looked forward to the day that he would help
> > his people be free of the tyrants that had unmanned them.
> >
> > He stripped out of his dungeon rags, able to rip the cloth from his
> > chest and legs rather than both to take the time to remove them.
> > Then, he pulled on the fresh cloths and delighted in how good a fit
> > they were. Yajgaj had clearly studied him well in preparation for
> > this day. How long had that Lutin been planning to betray Calephas
> > and Gmork, and why do so only now?
> >
> > Once he dressed, Alfwig donned the armor and stretched it to make
> > sure it was still flexible. He then searched for his sword, but
> > neither was there even a dagger in the trunks, nor was there a sword
> > anywhere near them. He finally found his blade beneath the cot just
> > as Yajgaj had promised. A sma ll covered platter of bread and cheese
> > was waiting for him. There was only enough for a few bites so he
> > quickly chewed both.
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> > His sword had been freshly oiled and sharpened as if it had been done
> > by a weaponsmith of Arabarb. Yajgaj surprised him anew. He swung the
> > sword a few times, savoring the feel of a blade in his hand again.
> > Alfwig smiled in satisfaction, and then started up the stairs. He
> > knew the path to Calephas's laboratory; he'd been brought there often
> > enough. This would be the last time he ever walked that dark corridor
> > that smelled of death.
> >
> > "Lhindesaeg," he murmured under his breath when he reached the top of
> > the landing, "I'm coming."
> >
> > ----------
> >
> > At the end of a long corridor at the very bottom of the castle, two
> > levels down from the laboratory, was a solid black iron door. The
> > only one who ever ca me to this door was Baron Garadan Calephas. And
> > so it was now, accompanied by the tiger Weaker, that Calephas came to
> > it one last time. He threw the heavy latch and pushed the door out
> > into the crisp air and the small dock beneath the castle. The yawl
> > stretched against the stone pier, the river slowly moving past here,
> > but still strong enough to easily carry them out into the main
> > current and sweep them past the city within minutes.
> >
> > The Baron smiled in relief. He had hoped he would not have to pass
> > any of the soldiers, especially the Lutins and most especially any of
> > Gmork's pups along the way from his laboratory. He'd seen not a soul
> > and his sword remained unused in its scabbard at his side. He glanced
> > at the tiger carrying the chest with his potions and gestured for him
> > to go through. "Set them on the ship and haul in the anchor. I'll
> > ready the mizze n and then we'll cast off."
> >
> > Weaker nodded mutely, climbed down the stone steps to the wharf and
> > then over the gunwale near the bow. Calephas watched him set the
> > chest in the little niche between either side of the fo'c'sle before
> > turning to secure the iron door. It took both of his arms to swing it
> > shut. A large iron bar was attached the stone wall next to the door.
> > It was free of rust only because the Baron came here and treated it
> > with his alchemical concoctions at least once a week even in bleakest
> > winter. No amount of soldiers would batter down this door. Gmork
> > could do it, but Gmork would be busy defending the castle from the
> > idiots in the Resistance.
> >
> > Calephas laughed to himself as he thought on it. Let them fight. In
> > an hour he would be far downriver and by the evening his potions
> > would be ready. Come the morning he could stretch majestic wings and
> > fly wherever he wished to go, a mighty wyrm at last.
> >
> > How many of his enemie s had sought to destroy him over the long
> > years? His rivals in the Midlands had driven him into exile, but he
> > had ended up conquering Arabarb with Nasoj's help to gain a land even
> > vaster than the one his birthright had provided him. Two years ago
> > he'd been given the task of preparing a mountain assault upon the
> > northwestern edge of Metamor Valley. The Keepers had driven him back
> > and slaughtered his men, but not before his spies had found paths
> > through the forests that could help Nasoj's armies march straight to
> > Metamor without the fools in Hareford or the Glen any the wiser.
> >
> > And how well he remembered that attack the previous winter.
> > Everything had seemed to go according to plan at first, that was,
> > until one of Nasoj's divisions decided to ransack the Glen as they
> > passed. The Glenners had found his encampment despite the winter's
> > grip and a betrayal fr om within his own rank had handed him over to
> > them. How he longed for the day he could feast on Andrig and
> > Gaerwog's flesh. The thought of ripping their bodies to pieces with
> > serrated teeth and cooking their flesh with his very breath brought
> > an icy thrill that made him shiver as he crossed the pier to the aft
> > of the yawl and climbed aboard.
> >
> > Even though the Glenners had captured him, he had still escaped and
> > while leading the remnants of his army north, led those overrated
> > Long Scouts into a trap that very nearly decimated them. A magical
> > artiface alone had saved them, one that Nasoj had long sought vainly.
> >
> > And of course, Calephas could not forget his alliance with Lilith and
> > the gift of the draconian potions. From every defeat he grew
> > stronge r. And now he would never need to fear defeat again.
> >
> > He laughed to himself as he pondered all of these events, hands
> > carefully readying the mizzen mast. He was so wrapped up in his joy
> > that he didn't even bother watching Weaker haul in the anchor. The
> > tiger stood staring at the anchor chain and crank for several long
> > seconds before bending over the side and grabbing the heavy chain in
> > his paws and lifting it up with his own remarkable strength. His lips
> > curled back with each pull revealing sharp fangs and a long raspy
> > tongue. Golden eyes narrowed as the anchor, a massive rusted piece of
> > metal that weighed at least twenty-five stone, emerged above the
> > surface of the water and clunked against the side of the ship. This
> > he grabbed and hauled over the gunwale along with the chain, and held
> > in his paws as if it were a holy object.
> >
> > Calephas, finished with the mizzen, moved to the port to undo the
> > ropes lashed to the pier when he noticed Weaker standi ng next to
> > fo'c'sle with the anchor in his paws. "Weaker, what are you doing?"
> >
> > The tiger glanced at him and his lips curled in a snarl. "Wicked."
> >
> > His hand reached for his sword and his voice deepened with the
> > authority that he had once used to break this tiger. "What did you
> > say to me, slave?"
> >
> > The tiger lifted the anchor a little higher, the chain clinking as it
> > dragged across the wood of the yawl. His voice hissed with predatory
> > exhilaration. "My name is Wicked!" With a heave he drove the anchor
> > down into the chest at his feet. The wood cracked and splintered, and
> > the three exquisite bottles with his precious potion shattered and
> > spilled their contents across the deck.
> >
> > "No!" Calephas shouted in fierce rage. His sword leaped int o his hand
> > as he dashed across the short distance. He swung the blade at the
> > tiger's side, but the Keeper swung the anchor up to meet the blade.
> > He was faster than Calephas had imagined carrying so heavy a weight,
> > as he deftly parried blow after blow from the heavy sword. Calephas
> > had to yank his sword back each time to keep the blade from snapping
> > against the anchor.
> >
> > The tiger's eyes were fierce with triumph as he stepped to the right,
> > moving slowly around the baron. Calephas felt only rage and hate for
> > this traitorous slave. The loss of the potions was devastating, but
> > he knew enough now that he could create them anew. It would take
> > months, but he would do it. First this tiger would die.
> >
> > His voice was ever one of his weapons. "You little shit! How dare you
> > try to stop me from striking you! You are nothing without me, Weaker.
> > You are a weakling without me. You are dust! An ant! Dung! I am your
> > master! I am your god, Weaker. Drop that anchor and face my wrath as
> > you ought! I am your god!"
> >
> > Weaker smiled at him and kept turning to the side. He never lashed
> > out with the anchor, only deflected Calephas's sword blows. All the
> > baron needed was for this foolish Keeper to try to strike him once
> > and it would be over. No matter how fast he could move that heavy
> > weight, Calephas could slip through his attack. His sword had already
> > nicked the tiger in the upper arms three times and the trails of
> > blood were staining his orange and black fur as they dripped down to
> > join the mess of purple and gray smearing the deck.
> >
> > And then, after the tiger was finally back on the gunwale side, he
> > shifted to his right with the anchor and Calephas drove home in the
> > slight window between his arm and chest. The blade sank deep into his
> > flesh, pier cing just beneath his lung. Blood spurted along the haft
> > of his sword and the tiger's expression of delight became blank with
> pain.
> >
> > "Weaker," Calephas sneered as he slid the blade further into the
> > tiger's belly, curving it as he drew it back out. Another moment and
> > the craven beast's innards would spill across the deck.
> >
> > But the tiger lowered his right arm and grabbed the chain dangling
> > from the end of the anchor and grinned. "More Wicked," he said with a
> > vicious hiss before he turned and threw the anchor over the gunwale.
> >
> > The chain which had been dragged along as the tiger had circled him
> > snapped into the air, caught Calephas behind the back and shoved him
> > into the tiger's chest, the sword driving completely through the
> > tiger's middle as the breath was forced from his lungs. Calephas
> > tried to scr eam as he clawed at his slave 's shoulders to break free
> > before the sinking anchor vaulted them from their feet and carried
> > them both down into the water tangled in the heavy chain.
> >
> > The yawl rocked back and forth for a moment after they disappeared.
> > The water rippled with the current that babbled briskly in the sudden
> > silence.
> >
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> > ----------
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> > May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,
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> > Charles Matthias
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