Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Apr 3, 2007 14:14:09 GMT -5
ooc: Bored out of my mind, so I figured to try and bring some activity to lesser used boards. If you like what you see do join in the revelry.
Ic: The sun was held high overhead in a picturesque sky that one would expect to see in an impressionist painting. The sun appeared to have the same color of a mandarin orange and flocks of clouds lazily drifted across the atmosphere. A stark contrast indeed to the dark and for-boding ruins that littered a portion of the landscape surrounding the town of Drakborough. Once a mighty fortification stood tall and firm over these lands, but its power had been snapped and the fortress had fallen into decay. However, that didn't mean that it had to remain that way for long. Walking on a dusty cobblestone road that lead from Drakborough took about 4 hours to reach the approximate location of the ruins, but these were the ruins of a castle so it wouldn't be all that hard to find.
With normal strides, two figures leisurely approached crest-fallen castle with seemingly care-free aires for entering a place that was stained with the forces of darkness. One of these figures was clearly that of a young man, wiry and athletic, carrying a shovel over his shoulder and an antique bag ( a modified Mark VII British gas mask bag) slung over his left shoulder while the actual bag rested against his right side. The other figure was clearly not a human simply because it moved on all fours (and only freak humans move like that) and it was evidently was snuffling the ground with its snout. Two very unlikely figures to be seen crossing the grounds, but to those that knew them the human and animal were practically family. Forgoil Halifirien, skipper's cap on his head and usual attire for a teenage lad girding his body, had felt rather bored for the past few days and was searching for something to do that was better than being a lazy arse.
Had he heard earlier about the Hunt or the subsequent attack on the school, then Forgoil wouldn't have gone on this excursion but instead would be attempting to aid those that did battle. However on the day of the Hunt, the Scotsman was out on the prowl searching for something to do in Drakborough when he heard rumor that the Shadows former Fortress was finally accessible to non-shadow types. Naturally perking his interest since he hadn't anything to do, Forgoil asked around some and then set out; perhaps he'd find something interesting to bring back and mail to Professor Windwaltz. Just that thought of the man brought a smile to Frog's face. He hadn't seen his former Professor in ages and it was partially the lack of History class that permanently keep Frog from attending classes.
But that wasn't out of the fact that he liked cutting class or anything; the grey-haired lad was simply bored of what was being taught and decided that the best way to learn was to go out there and make your own mistakes. Excluding the irreversible kind naturally.
At last reaching the ruins, Forgoil's grin increased and he cautiously took a few paces into the remains. There still was a great deal of the castle intact; too much for his liking. However for all he knew there were several underground cave-ins that possibly sunk various rooms of importance. And when searching for such rooms one normally comes across interesting trinkets. Yet the boy wasn't interested in treasure otherwise he would've tried a different tack. Taking the shovel, the grey-haired prefect was about to start digging when a startled yelp from Rawnblade caught his attention. The badger wasn't usually one to start like that, so Forgoil strode over in Rawnblade's general direction. And then there it was; a medium sized hole leading underground. The boy could barely see into it, but as he crouched over Forgoil fell into the hole with a shout.
With a hard bump on his rump, Forgoil landed in a heap in a dusty room. Windowless and with only one door frame, the dazed prefect blinked his eyes slowly as he tried to adjust to change in light. He grew slightly accustomed to the darkness and the grey-haired boy noticed something that hung from the wall that shimmered in the light that came from the hole above. Getting slowly to his feet Forgoil began to walk slowly toward the object; his eyes growing larger as his interest peeked. It was a sword on a wall hanger and being a sword affectionado himself the Scotsman was immediately enraptured by it. However as he drew closer to it he realized that the sword was too large, was covered in sparkles, and apparently had super-deflector powers. "No...this can't be," said Forgoil in a low voice slowly becoming fearful and he began backing away from the sword before tripping over something metallic.
From his fallen position on the ground, Forgoil tilted his head to the side and his eyes widened with utter horror as he read the inscription on what he tripped over.
[glow=red,2,300]SUPER-POW3RFUL TWO 2N AEX 111[/glow]
"My God...No...NO!" shouted Forgoil in distress as he pushed himself up onto his feet as if zapped by lightening. "It's Noob gear!" Looking around for a point of escape, Forgoil's eyes spotted the door and without a moment's hesitation the boy grabbed his shovel again and darted through the door frame with Rawnblade at his side in a desperate attempt to escape the NOBN3S.
Ic: The sun was held high overhead in a picturesque sky that one would expect to see in an impressionist painting. The sun appeared to have the same color of a mandarin orange and flocks of clouds lazily drifted across the atmosphere. A stark contrast indeed to the dark and for-boding ruins that littered a portion of the landscape surrounding the town of Drakborough. Once a mighty fortification stood tall and firm over these lands, but its power had been snapped and the fortress had fallen into decay. However, that didn't mean that it had to remain that way for long. Walking on a dusty cobblestone road that lead from Drakborough took about 4 hours to reach the approximate location of the ruins, but these were the ruins of a castle so it wouldn't be all that hard to find.
With normal strides, two figures leisurely approached crest-fallen castle with seemingly care-free aires for entering a place that was stained with the forces of darkness. One of these figures was clearly that of a young man, wiry and athletic, carrying a shovel over his shoulder and an antique bag ( a modified Mark VII British gas mask bag) slung over his left shoulder while the actual bag rested against his right side. The other figure was clearly not a human simply because it moved on all fours (and only freak humans move like that) and it was evidently was snuffling the ground with its snout. Two very unlikely figures to be seen crossing the grounds, but to those that knew them the human and animal were practically family. Forgoil Halifirien, skipper's cap on his head and usual attire for a teenage lad girding his body, had felt rather bored for the past few days and was searching for something to do that was better than being a lazy arse.
Had he heard earlier about the Hunt or the subsequent attack on the school, then Forgoil wouldn't have gone on this excursion but instead would be attempting to aid those that did battle. However on the day of the Hunt, the Scotsman was out on the prowl searching for something to do in Drakborough when he heard rumor that the Shadows former Fortress was finally accessible to non-shadow types. Naturally perking his interest since he hadn't anything to do, Forgoil asked around some and then set out; perhaps he'd find something interesting to bring back and mail to Professor Windwaltz. Just that thought of the man brought a smile to Frog's face. He hadn't seen his former Professor in ages and it was partially the lack of History class that permanently keep Frog from attending classes.
But that wasn't out of the fact that he liked cutting class or anything; the grey-haired lad was simply bored of what was being taught and decided that the best way to learn was to go out there and make your own mistakes. Excluding the irreversible kind naturally.
At last reaching the ruins, Forgoil's grin increased and he cautiously took a few paces into the remains. There still was a great deal of the castle intact; too much for his liking. However for all he knew there were several underground cave-ins that possibly sunk various rooms of importance. And when searching for such rooms one normally comes across interesting trinkets. Yet the boy wasn't interested in treasure otherwise he would've tried a different tack. Taking the shovel, the grey-haired prefect was about to start digging when a startled yelp from Rawnblade caught his attention. The badger wasn't usually one to start like that, so Forgoil strode over in Rawnblade's general direction. And then there it was; a medium sized hole leading underground. The boy could barely see into it, but as he crouched over Forgoil fell into the hole with a shout.
With a hard bump on his rump, Forgoil landed in a heap in a dusty room. Windowless and with only one door frame, the dazed prefect blinked his eyes slowly as he tried to adjust to change in light. He grew slightly accustomed to the darkness and the grey-haired boy noticed something that hung from the wall that shimmered in the light that came from the hole above. Getting slowly to his feet Forgoil began to walk slowly toward the object; his eyes growing larger as his interest peeked. It was a sword on a wall hanger and being a sword affectionado himself the Scotsman was immediately enraptured by it. However as he drew closer to it he realized that the sword was too large, was covered in sparkles, and apparently had super-deflector powers. "No...this can't be," said Forgoil in a low voice slowly becoming fearful and he began backing away from the sword before tripping over something metallic.
From his fallen position on the ground, Forgoil tilted his head to the side and his eyes widened with utter horror as he read the inscription on what he tripped over.
[glow=red,2,300]SUPER-POW3RFUL TWO 2N AEX 111[/glow]
"My God...No...NO!" shouted Forgoil in distress as he pushed himself up onto his feet as if zapped by lightening. "It's Noob gear!" Looking around for a point of escape, Forgoil's eyes spotted the door and without a moment's hesitation the boy grabbed his shovel again and darted through the door frame with Rawnblade at his side in a desperate attempt to escape the NOBN3S.