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dramadramaduck2012-12-06 03:58 pm
scanningutterly) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-12-06 03:58 pm
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[video] the deadly tower of Senbar Flay!
[Two figures, one tall and muscular, one shorter and lean, (which a viewer might recognize from a previous post) are standing on a balcony at night, seemingly slightly winded. The whole area, and the figures themselves, have that slight cgi look so common to videos coming from this account.
And suddenly, the two figures become three- with the appearance of an eight-foot tall gryphon, its color one that would be bright red in better light.]
Thargor, 'ware the beast! [The smaller figure squeaks, before seeming to collect himself and speaking more calmly.] It's a red one. The expensive kind. Not affected by magical weapons.
It would be a red one. [The larger man says sourly, in a voice that's clearly Orlando's to anyone who knows him. Thargor, or rather Orlando as Thargor, draws his sword and drops into a crouch.
The gryphon pauses, considering the two, then turns its head sideways to look at Orlando. Orlando, seeing that the gryphon has a blind spot right in front of it, moves back in front of the beak, then leaps in, aiming for the thing's throat. The gryphon rears and swings a paw at Orlando, who rolls under it and jabs his sword upwards forcefully, only to have it clank against scales and be turned aside.] God damn! [Orlando rolls again to get out from beneath the creature.] The frigging thing might as well be wearing chain mail!
The rope! [His friend yells, calling attention to a rope hanging off the balcony, evidently the way the two got in.] Head for the rope!
[Orlando raises his sword and begins to circle the gryphon.] No. I'm going to get inside this place.
[The other player has started jumping up and down in agitation.] Damn it Orlando, if you get killed again while you're on probation, you'll never get back into the game!
Then I guess I'd better not get killed. Now shut up and do something useful. [Orlando dodges as the gryphon swipes at him. The beast is driving him back towards the balcony railing, cutting off his options.]
Orlando! The rope! [Orlando glances back, hesitating for only a moment before looking as determined as before.]
Fredericks, grab the rope and wrap it tight around the railing. Now!
It'll hold the way it is!
[Orlando mutters a curse as the gryphon lunges forward again and he dances out of the way.] Just do it!
[Fredericks gets to work on the rope. Orlando tries for the gryphon's eyes, but hits its beak with a clang, and nearly looses an arm to the beast.]
I did it!
Now pull up the rest of it and throw it over the thing's neck. Right over, like I was standing on the other side waiting for it- instead of staring right up its nose. [As he yells, Orlando blocks a swipe from a paw with his sword.
Fredericks, skeptical, starts to protest, but then hauls the rope up and throws it over the gryphon's neck anyway.] Now do something to distract it!
Like what?
Damn it, Fredericks, tell it some knock-knock jokes! Anything!
[Fredericks looks around and grabs the nearest thing to hand, a clay pot, which he throws at the gryphon's chest. The gryphon hisses and turns towards the smaller human, giving Orlando an opening to run up and grab the rope. As the gryphon turns back to Orlando, he rolls under it, missing being stabbed by the beak. The rope is now forming a very wide loop around the creature's neck. Orlando drops his sword and jumps up onto the gryphon's back, pulling hard at the rope to strangle it.
The gryphon snarls and bucks as Orlando leans in close. For long moments the two remain locked like this, with neither seeming to have the desired effect on the other. Orlando begins to loose his hold. Then, with what looks like a whispered prayer or plea for good luck, he takes a hand off the rope and draws a knife from his boot, which he jams into the gryphon's eye.
The beast screeches and manages to hurl Orlando off of itself. Orlando hits the floor with a thud and rolls to a stop. With blood pouring from its eye, the beast drops to the ground and lies still.
Fredericks walks over to Orlando, wide-eyed.] Dzang, man. Ho dzang. Utterly chizz. That was one of your best ever.
[Wincing, Orlando sits up.] Thank god I don't use regular tactors. [He takes Fredericks' offered hand and stands up with a groan.] But I still wish I'd turned off the feedback. That hurt.
But you wouldn't get credit for the kill if you did that.
[Orlando sighs, looking at the dead gryphon.] Frigging hell, Frederico, I got other things to worry about. I just want to get into that tower. If Thargor's gonna be declared dead, what does another notch mean?
Career statistics. You know, like an athlete or something.
Jesus, you really scan. Come on.
[And the video cuts out.]
((OOC: regular text is Orlando aka Thargor the Barbarian, green is Fredericks aka Pithlit the thief. Replies will start icly an hour or two later.))
And suddenly, the two figures become three- with the appearance of an eight-foot tall gryphon, its color one that would be bright red in better light.]
Thargor, 'ware the beast! [The smaller figure squeaks, before seeming to collect himself and speaking more calmly.] It's a red one. The expensive kind. Not affected by magical weapons.
It would be a red one. [The larger man says sourly, in a voice that's clearly Orlando's to anyone who knows him. Thargor, or rather Orlando as Thargor, draws his sword and drops into a crouch.
The gryphon pauses, considering the two, then turns its head sideways to look at Orlando. Orlando, seeing that the gryphon has a blind spot right in front of it, moves back in front of the beak, then leaps in, aiming for the thing's throat. The gryphon rears and swings a paw at Orlando, who rolls under it and jabs his sword upwards forcefully, only to have it clank against scales and be turned aside.] God damn! [Orlando rolls again to get out from beneath the creature.] The frigging thing might as well be wearing chain mail!
The rope! [His friend yells, calling attention to a rope hanging off the balcony, evidently the way the two got in.] Head for the rope!
[Orlando raises his sword and begins to circle the gryphon.] No. I'm going to get inside this place.
[The other player has started jumping up and down in agitation.] Damn it Orlando, if you get killed again while you're on probation, you'll never get back into the game!
Then I guess I'd better not get killed. Now shut up and do something useful. [Orlando dodges as the gryphon swipes at him. The beast is driving him back towards the balcony railing, cutting off his options.]
Orlando! The rope! [Orlando glances back, hesitating for only a moment before looking as determined as before.]
Fredericks, grab the rope and wrap it tight around the railing. Now!
It'll hold the way it is!
[Orlando mutters a curse as the gryphon lunges forward again and he dances out of the way.] Just do it!
[Fredericks gets to work on the rope. Orlando tries for the gryphon's eyes, but hits its beak with a clang, and nearly looses an arm to the beast.]
I did it!
Now pull up the rest of it and throw it over the thing's neck. Right over, like I was standing on the other side waiting for it- instead of staring right up its nose. [As he yells, Orlando blocks a swipe from a paw with his sword.
Fredericks, skeptical, starts to protest, but then hauls the rope up and throws it over the gryphon's neck anyway.] Now do something to distract it!
Like what?
Damn it, Fredericks, tell it some knock-knock jokes! Anything!
[Fredericks looks around and grabs the nearest thing to hand, a clay pot, which he throws at the gryphon's chest. The gryphon hisses and turns towards the smaller human, giving Orlando an opening to run up and grab the rope. As the gryphon turns back to Orlando, he rolls under it, missing being stabbed by the beak. The rope is now forming a very wide loop around the creature's neck. Orlando drops his sword and jumps up onto the gryphon's back, pulling hard at the rope to strangle it.
The gryphon snarls and bucks as Orlando leans in close. For long moments the two remain locked like this, with neither seeming to have the desired effect on the other. Orlando begins to loose his hold. Then, with what looks like a whispered prayer or plea for good luck, he takes a hand off the rope and draws a knife from his boot, which he jams into the gryphon's eye.
The beast screeches and manages to hurl Orlando off of itself. Orlando hits the floor with a thud and rolls to a stop. With blood pouring from its eye, the beast drops to the ground and lies still.
Fredericks walks over to Orlando, wide-eyed.] Dzang, man. Ho dzang. Utterly chizz. That was one of your best ever.
[Wincing, Orlando sits up.] Thank god I don't use regular tactors. [He takes Fredericks' offered hand and stands up with a groan.] But I still wish I'd turned off the feedback. That hurt.
But you wouldn't get credit for the kill if you did that.
[Orlando sighs, looking at the dead gryphon.] Frigging hell, Frederico, I got other things to worry about. I just want to get into that tower. If Thargor's gonna be declared dead, what does another notch mean?
Career statistics. You know, like an athlete or something.
Jesus, you really scan. Come on.
[And the video cuts out.]
((OOC: regular text is Orlando aka Thargor the Barbarian, green is Fredericks aka Pithlit the thief. Replies will start icly an hour or two later.))
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Dude, okay that was pretty badass, but...what?
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He sighs. Of course this would have happened. Oh well, it shouldn't put him at any more legal risk.]
We were investigating something.
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It is. Something...happened in the game, and I'm trying to figure out what.
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I don't know. Something...[utterly scanbark] weird.
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I, uh, didn't post that.
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We were just checking something out.
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