Those who are allowed to post are:
1. Makorandy/Izocuin
2. Amadi/Blockey
3. DeusofCalamity/Goda
Anyone else who is not a WPL will be met with consequences.
You don't want to find out what those are.
The man's body walks towards the Arena in a straight line in the direction Goda had taken.
Blockey stands a moment still as the man starts walking. "So.. Humans can stay that still for longer than half a second while alive..". Only after that more urgent train of thought he notices that the man is actually moving away at quite a steady pace, and that he'd better catch up. Blockey then starts to move in a way that in some way resembles running, although for anyone viewing this most probably resembles charging or trampling more. Has to be something with the size.
OOG: Checking in. Like three months stuck in estark-limbo and I get on a quest, this'd better not be April's Fools!
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
As Goda falls into step behind the man, the body changes direction, heading for the east gate of Estark. The guards take note as the body passes, but do nothing to bar its way.
Izocuin catches up to the white and red skinned Kor, but almost runs into him when their mute guide suddenly changes course to the east.
"Our employer, whoever he, she or it is, must be using this man to get us to a particular place. I wish they'd just contact us directly...but as long as we get paid eventually I'll put up with some eccentricity."
"Or perhaps he is dead... I were animated through magic, why couldn't someone do the same to bodies..?" Blockey mentally continues Izocuin's sentence, silently following the man out of the gates.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
As they keep walking, the sky growing darker by the minute, they eventually see the figure of a large ogre standing at a crossroads, watching them come.
Izocuin turned to Goda, "Wait, is that our employer?", an air of apprehension in his voice. He began to slow his stride, waiting to see how their silent guide would react to this expecting ogre.
Blockey does not react to the ogre in any way. When you are a walking chunk of limestone you get used to people watching you - Be they ogres, humans, elves or any other sentient being. Instead, Blockey simply follows close behind the silent man.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
After the ogre speaks, Izocuin relaxes, now sure that the waiting ogre wasn't intent on pummeling the group into buttery goo. He runs up to the ogre, trying his best to compose himself, "Yes, we're here at your service. Could you explain in more detail what exactly needs to be done?"
The ogre points his tetsubo along the north path. "That way, about half a day's walk away, is a digsite. Recently, a band of clerics dug up a scythe. They're planning to use it to create an army of undead.
"Infiltrate the digsite, eliminate the clerics, and bring the scythe back to me." The tetsubo pounds the ground at each pause, punctuating each part of the sentence. "I'll take care of it.
Izocuin did have questions, like what exactly "take care of it" meant, or how much he could expect to be paid, but with the ogre cracking the ground with his menacing testubo, he decided those were things he could think about at a later time.
If this ogre turns out to be untrustworthy, we can just take the scythe for ourselves. There's probably a thousand other ways to dispose of a necromantic scythe. Who knows? They might even pay better too...
Izocuin looks to his companions, wondering if perhaps they had something they'd like to ask their monstrous employer.
"What exactly is an undead?" Blockey asks, confused, having never made contact with such creatures.
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Blockey shrugs at the ogre's response: "Well, it's not like the previous owner of those bodies would have any use for them." He then turns to look to the direction the ogre pointed and continues: "I still have no idea why an agricultural tool is used to create these undead, but whatever. Let's get going, shall we?"
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The Sage is occupied with the unspoken
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Izocuin nodded to the giant stone man, "Yes, I really can't think of any questions at the moment. I'm ready to go to the digsite whenever we're all ready."
The man's body walks towards the Arena in a straight line in the direction Goda had taken.
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"Awkward..... That's never happened before."
He then turned around to see the "dead man" he saw in the street trudging toward him.
"Wow.... thats odd. You need me already? Ok! Just tell me what to do!"
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Take a mechanic from the pre-mirrodin era, and a mechanic after the mirrodin era, and create a card that flavorfully melds both mechanics.
OOG: Checking in. Like three months stuck in estark-limbo and I get on a quest, this'd better not be April's Fools!
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
"I guess it all begins now! Looks like he's headed to the arena..." he calls out to no one in particular.
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OOG: Thank you captain obvious. lol.
Take a mechanic from the pre-mirrodin era, and a mechanic after the mirrodin era, and create a card that flavorfully melds both mechanics.
"Our employer, whoever he, she or it is, must be using this man to get us to a particular place. I wish they'd just contact us directly...but as long as we get paid eventually I'll put up with some eccentricity."
"Excuse me, sir. Can you tell us where we are going?"
Take a mechanic from the pre-mirrodin era, and a mechanic after the mirrodin era, and create a card that flavorfully melds both mechanics.
April Fool's!Not that sadistic.Only silence answers Goda. The body keeps walking, through the gates and out of Estark.
"Don't bother trying to get a single word out of that man, I tried earlier. I'd think he was a mute, but he still acts a little too odd..."
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
OOC: You can never be too prepared.
Take a mechanic from the pre-mirrodin era, and a mechanic after the mirrodin era, and create a card that flavorfully melds both mechanics.
Peering down at you, the ogre rumbles, "So you're the ones he recruited for this."
"Infiltrate the digsite, eliminate the clerics, and bring the scythe back to me." The tetsubo pounds the ground at each pause, punctuating each part of the sentence. "I'll take care of it.
"Any questions?"
Izocuin did have questions, like what exactly "take care of it" meant, or how much he could expect to be paid, but with the ogre cracking the ground with his menacing testubo, he decided those were things he could think about at a later time.
If this ogre turns out to be untrustworthy, we can just take the scythe for ourselves. There's probably a thousand other ways to dispose of a necromantic scythe. Who knows? They might even pay better too...
Izocuin looks to his companions, wondering if perhaps they had something they'd like to ask their monstrous employer.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
and acts without effort.
Teaching without verbosity,
producing without possessing,
creating without regard to result,
claiming nothing,
the Sage has nothing to lose.
Goda's thoughts (not spoken): That ogre doesn't seem trustworthy....
Take a mechanic from the pre-mirrodin era, and a mechanic after the mirrodin era, and create a card that flavorfully melds both mechanics.