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Story Re-cap
Topic Started: Feb 20 2007, 03:59:28 PM (177 Views)
Savarast
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Alright, I do know what has just happened in the plot, I know where it should go, I do, however, want to know how much you each remember. So, I would like those of you who remember certain plot elements to write up a story re-cap.

We last left our hero's...

(continue from that phrase, working from the most recent thing your remember, to the latest, latest obviously how you came to be a group)
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Sylvak
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(this is all from LOKI'S POV)

well i was walkin round one day to go to a temple so i could "cleanse it" of its "evil" and get and amulete tograduate from my academy. so im walkin around and walk into a wizard, a guy with a top hat, and an annoying elf. well they were on the same objective, so i decided we might be able to help eachother out. so we get ourselves inside (the elf was a bit of an idiot, he kinda smashed down the door. more about this elf being an idiot later) and we go inside. after smashing a few skellies, breaking some bladey guy, pwning some traitor, we get the ammy, and head to my academy.

they let me graduate, yadda yadda yadda.

next thing i know, im ditched in a town. the bastards left without me! so i run across the ocean to get to a mansion which has some key or something in it, so im like "what they hey" and decide to help out the fools (behold the old woman, random loudmouth bard, random other woman, random monk (he was pretty cool i guess), and another wizard) well me and my monk friend go inside to the top floor, and decide its a good idea to punch the ground! so we punch it, and as luck would have it, it broke. dun dun dunnn

as i said earlier, the elf is an idiot. just making that clear.

so the whole place comes crashing down, and mister elf says "hey, know what might be fun? ima jump down this hole!" so im like "you idiot..." and wrap my sam jit gwun around his arm. he says "if its fun, i shall let nothing get in my way!" and escapes my hold (what a noob...) and falls down. me not wanting another life to go to the gates of tirolean, i follow the idiot, hey, maybe it wont be so bad!

i was wrong, it was bad. next thing i know im attacked by green things almost as annoying as the elf i was hanging out with. did i mention we were in an alternate universe now? well, we were. we get poisoned by those green fools and get saved by...you guessed it, frogs. the frogs helped us out, i think they were called the "zlaadi" or something while the green guys were "night shades"...whatever.

we get captured and caged, i HATE being caged so i bust down the door.

after a little techno rave thanks to my sakkat of trippy colours i help the zlaads get their equipment, our equipment, and try to get the hell out and find a way home. so i use the elf to his fullest potential, a distraction! hes an okay guy i guess, not someone id risk my life for again...hopefully we wont come to that dilemma.

so after i jump through the woods being chased by evil green midgets we come to a unicorn. mid-jump mr elf hands me my staff and i shove the eyes and the horn of the unicorn into my pants, which must have looked rather odd from an outside point of view (two EYES which are in a SPHERE shape along with a HORN which is a CONE...) and watch my back for the sticky hands-elf who has a history of stealing, these treasures are going to tirolean, whether he cooperates or NOT. i sex the hole in the unicorms chest with the horn and BAM, im falling a thousand feet. i land next to the group of noobs and im next to a crushed mansion...fun.

well we go inside and find ourselves in a large room with an apparent trap in it...gears on the other side...lets jam them! so we toss the robot into the gears and he kinda squeals a little but in the end hes FIIINE...even though the wizard has a bit of a fit.

we continue on to a room with a mysterious circle in it, and we decide its best not to touch (well...THEY decided, i kinda wanted to see what would happen). so next thing i know the loudmouth bard is humping the wall with the ranger..."helping" him. i dont know whats happening but eventually i get really bored, xiang monks are meant for MOVEMENT, not lounging around and doing nothing! i'll find the treasure myself and then come back....
"bye! im goin to the next room now....you guys im...you guys im gonna......hello?...k....k im going to the.....ugh fuck it"
so i go to the next room and hear "spellfire!" from behind me...so i look, then get tapped on the shoulder.

i spin around to find rags attacking me...yes RAGS...a mighty xiang monk reduced to fighting RAGS...i knew this was a bad idea comming here.

so i slap a couple of rags but i realize they are actually a threat when they bind my arms to my sides...next thing i know im a passanger in my own body only able to witness what i was doing with absolutely no say whatsoever, and my mind was completely shrouded in evil...the wizard was close, and apparently i wanted him dead.

target: the wizard.--- i fly through the air and kick the wizard in the chest with the power of a diving dragon, driving him backwards. i then quickly spin and give a heel kick to the side of his head, snapping his head to the side. before he even hits the ground i have him by the hair, pull him upwards and use my hand as a blade, decapitating the wizard before he even had half a mind of what was going on.

next target: the dwarf.----i chase after him but luckily he was clever and rolled between my legs, i turn to witness Lyth pointing his bow at me.

next target: lyth: eliminate the threat.----he lets loose an arrow but i easily deflect it with my staff...for once i wish i WASNT as good as i am. i kick him in the chest, a chop to the arm, a knee to the forehead and finally a flying kick square in the face knocks him down to the ground.

next: find the dwarf and kill him.--- i dash towards the dwarf and before he even has time to react i whack him on the side of the face with my heel, bring it up and let it come back down onto his chest. i felt his bones crunching beneath my feet as i flipped him ino the air and stomped down onto him...he survived...barely.

i get attacked by bats but their claws are hardly something to be reckoned with, the rogue tossed his daggers at me but i wasnt phazed, and the bard (who by the way was about 14 ft. now) was trying to help me out of this trance. eventually the rogue gets a lucky shot and the rags fall off...finally im in my right mind again, but i have the killing of a companion that lingers in my conscience.

they act like it never happened, i dont know if i should be happy or insulted by this, but we continue onward. i notice a butt-load of treasure chests in the next room and quickly call the rogue. he's there within a milasecond (i think he ran faster than *I* can, and im almost inhuman!) and he quickly gets to work unlocking the chests.

inside each chest was a beautiful blade, something id see a statue of tirolean wielding. the elf unlocks one of the swords (it had an additional chain around it...almost as if it was meant to be kept down) and grabs the hilt. the sword struggles against him and eventually begins to....fly.

we all dodge the blade as lith runs around chasing it, and i quickly note that whenever there is trouble the elf seems to dissapear...cant blame him, he looks rather frail. well Jarrian The Loudmouth gets stabbed in the stomach and his eyes begin to glow blood-soaked-ruby red, and he shatters the blade with the claws he acquired. then he and the wizard run away from us...i figure perhaps he was posessed as i was by the blade and need to help him, so i chase.

i run and i run and i run and eventually i find him, calm as ever (loud as ever) and seemingly quite happy. perhaps i was seeing things, i dismiss this ever happened.

gas....green gas begins to fill the room. the wizards descipher the puzzle, Jarrian needed to play a tune with the horn that was in my pants....NO, the OTHER horn.

well they get the door open after me and Sir Lyth toss the robot around a bit, the wizard having a fit the entire time. we continue down the hall the magical door opened and find ourselves face so face with some guy named marvin or something, Jarrians BUTTler named Al...fredo. and Jerome. well our group tries to fool Marvin into grabbing the flying blade that Jarrian put in his...pocket? but Lyth ends up holding it...dammit Lyth...

well the sword eventually flies loose and the battle engages.
Lyth fighting Jerome
Alfredumbass fighting Jarrian
and me fighting Marvin...this should be easy.

Marvin goes for a slash but i knock the sword away and deliver a new ability i learned on the streets, The Epic Pimp Slap Of Explosiveness. my hand whacks the bastard across the face and i Kiai Shout "WHERES MY MONEY BITCH" as he scurries away from my wrath and hides behind the buttlers.

i leap into action kicking jerome and alphonzo, boosting off into the air again kicking marvin and alphonzo, then a double kick to marvin and seeing how long i can stay in the air before i fall downwards.

i boost off the ground dodging a chop from Marvin and continue to beat him with a flurry of fist and feet as he tries to cast a spell that Nin~o the robot seems to interrupt with his master Aeon...i dont even see now Nin~o is still functioning...tough little guy aint he?

well Jarrian and Alphonzo were fencing eachother while Lyth and Jerome were playing tug-of-war, with the rogue nowhere to be seen but occasionally i notice an arrow fly by my head into an enemy.

i run up Marvin and leap into the air, then come crashing down feet first as i break his shoulders with a sickening *Crunch*ing sound. i think i might have killed him...though i was trying to knock him out i KILLED him...this is horrible!

i quickly notice that helping my allies is more important than moping over a dead enemy and notice that....i cant see. Smoke is everywhere and i cant see a damned thing! so i revert back into my primal instincts and leap outwards using my ears as my guide.

i notice Jerome running out of the smoke towards me and make quick work of him, breaking his jaw with a roundhouse kick and dispatch him quickly. the smoke clears and reveals Jarrian on the floor, it appeared he lost his duel with his buttler...how embarrasing. well the alphonzo was circled by us and we all notice a crunching sound...looking up the sword was cutting at a chandelere that came crashing down onto alphonzo.

"its okay! im...im fi-" said alphonzo under the chandelere but i quickly shut him up with a snap-kick to the jaw.
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First i would like to say... Liam... that was special :blink:

Now I would like to give a recap from what my point of view remembers.


Story so far:
I had started off the campain with a group of "entertaining" adventures. We were sent to go and retrive a item of certain importance from an ancient temple. The temple's age is beyond my knowledge and if i recall correctly, was practically in ruins. In my adventuring party I was accopanied by a ranger, rogue, and two monks. We traveled through the temple at a fair pace, and fought with a fair share of monsters as well. As much as I would not like to say, I've got little choice if I wish to give a good recap... I can't remember who it was (maybe that was because of the event) but I was shoved through a lrage stone door only to have a painful decent down a large stone staircase, and to also come face to mandibles with a large spider.

After glorius plundersing and combating in this ruined temple we had finally been granted the right to retire from the quest and to return to our buissness that required our attention. To my knowledge, I was the only one of the group to seperate, but I had good intentions. During my time away from my companions, I had invented a robotic minion named Morokai (but none the less everyone calls him ninos at the moment).

Morokai is unique, unlike any other construct in all of the material plane to my knowledge. I have made him in a way so that he has a will of his own, but will continue to serve my every command. Thus meaning he goes about as he wishes, but will help when only I ask for help. He does not require a medallion like any other construct to reconize his creator/master, for I implanted that information into his head during his creation.

Once my basic teachings have been pased on to morokai, we had left my home for the first time in 2 weeks. It was a marvolus experience, Morokai was constantly curious of his surroundings and always came to me with some item that did not belong to him. Upon our first time in a tavern, we actually stumbled across my companions, and it appeard we now had increased our numbers with the addition of another wizard, a bard, and a cleric.

When all of us had set out again, I brought Morokai so that i may continue his teachings at the same time. We came across the bard and clerics house (for they are siblings), His house was marvoluse, and well crafted and constructed.

Unfortunatly, my memory has temorarily lapsed and I can't seem to recall anything else at the moment, but thats ok because I belive that this isn't even the begening.

Yours truly- Aeon Mistblade
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We last left our heros' standing in a giant square room after they successfully disarmed the wall-sized trap, but before they even disarmed the wall-sized trap they all travelled separate roads before joining together. Lyth, Valynn, and Kazul were travelling together on a Caravan towards the small port city of (Jimmys got this somewhere). Lyth a hired guard to defend the caravan from raiders, thieves, etc...Valynn snuck on as a caravan driver, and Kazul was following a shipment of herbs to the port. After an uneventful trip to the city, Valynn, Lyth and Kazul head to the waiting ship with the wagon of herbs, but they get attacked on the way by two shabby looking thieves. Lyth and Valynn made short work of the two thieves while Kazul fretted over the condition of his wares. Lyth takes one thief to interrogate in a nearby inn and Valynn negociates with the first mate to allow the damaged wagon axis and an "extra" bag of herbs that had fallen out of the wagon earlier. Valynn sets off to give the caravan owner the payment form the deliveriy while Lyth beats his captive to a bloody pulp in his room at the inn. Lyth, Valynn, and Kazul not having spoken to each other during their voyage with the caravan meet in the inn's common room. Valynn and Kazul get into a despute that involves the throwing of potatoes,a failed Sleep spell, and a celestial fire bettle. Everyone lives and meets Loki wandering in own bare-chested and bare-foot. The four join forces and head out to complete a small request of herb gathering. They head to the ancient monestary after deliviering the herbs. The monestary has been abondoned for close to 500 years and its dedicated to an unknown deity. Valynn spots an opening at the top of the large wooden doors and scurries to the top to peek through. At the bottom Lyth and Loki kick down the door with Valynn at the top still.

To Be Continued....
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story re-cap updated
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The Manor:

They were entering Calia's family manor in the hopes of finding secrets her father intended for her.

Jarrian sauntered alongside the traveling companions his father had hired to... deliver an obscure object in a chest to one Lord Mavin. (My, wasn't that long ago?) Lowering the dimly shaded, goggle-like glasses which are kept snug upon the brim of his nosey-wosey, the noble bard's greenish hued eyes hoppity hopped from one gentleman to the next.

The Monk, Loki, was a quiet sort, Jarrian decided. He usually kept to himself, only speaking when necessary. Any approach of friendship towards him had led to a snide comment or derisive sniff--Something which the young bard was used to, and even relished at times.

The dandy rolled his shoulders and adjusted the silver rapier down near his belt, before noticing The Ranger, Lyth. Lyth, Jarrian mused to himself as they stepped over some rubble, is likely to echo everyone else's most obvious thoughts when everyone else wouldn't dare. Slipping in a sarcastic quip at the worst of moments is one of his flaws, to be sure; however, no matter how sardonic his personality may seem, once carefully nourished, a sense of amiability is bound to come from him sooner rather than later.

Someone in the group mentioned something, perhaps it was The Wizard, Aeon. The young bard's eyes drifted to study the staff-wielding figure, who was mostly keeping to himself for the time being. It must have been someone else, after all. Jarrian grinned faintly. Looking at Aeon was like looking into a mirror. Perhaps he, too, purposefully acted out a fool's part, either for his own personal amusement or for some other reason. His relaxed attitude and devil-may-care outlook on things are a sight for soar eyes in these dire times of assassins, brigands and--Nearly crumbling mansions?

The bard's thoughts were interrupted by the shaking and quivering of the manor's floor. He hadn't noticed, due to being so deep in thought, that he had ventured up the staircases with his companions. The Rogue was standing near the dwarf, who had punched the floor... possibly for some bizarre reason. That elf--Valynn, Jarrian remembered his name--Reminded him more of himself than he would have thought. For one thing, he was consistently causing trouble in the most impulsive ways. This made the bard grin, but just for a moment, seen as how the dwarf was about the punch another blow down on the floor.

"Stop," blustered the minstrel, "your going to collapse the entire bloody building! Are you MAD?" Aeon and Lyth protested as well, and perhaps so did Valynn--Jarrian had no time to consider, as Kazul had somehow managed to trigger some sort of raw, magical force behind him. He whirled to face the insane wizard's tamperings, gritting his teeth.

And they all considered him to be the foolish one, he thought in ironic humor, fending off yet another wry, crooked smile--but this wasn't the time to fester on inner amusements.

The bard, as well as the wizard, immediately began expending magical reserves to help control the wild magical forces. After some struggle, they managed to direct the energy to the manor's courtyard, saving the group from a deal of damage. The bard sent the wizard a chummy, upward curl of his lips.

"Excellent work, my brash friend--" He was, yet again, cut off by a loud thump behind him, and the manor began shaking more violently than before. They must have punched the blasted floor once more, he thought swiftly.

"We need to get out, NOW!" The bard heard someone yell; he wasn't sure who, as sounds were all jumbly-bumbled together. Shakily reaching for the bottle of red wine at his side--Not that other bottle; it wasn't time for that other bottle yet, was it? Perhaps it was--Nevermind that, fool bard! His thoughts raced--Did he forget to bring that other bottle anyway? It was so expensive to get. Focus, you damnable fop, he thought; perhaps he was a little insane after all. The building was collapsing and he was thinking about bottley-wottles.

He stumbled his way to the edge of the building. The rest of his companions had either jumped off--That was the monk, Jarrian believed. How did he do that without getting hurt? Jarrian would have to ask him, later; that was a fine trick, indeed, he would have to remember that one. But never mind that, he decided; and he reached for his rope. Singing an exotic rope song he had heard a prostitute sing to a one-legged dog one time out near the slums of some city which he forgot the name of, Jarrian animated the rope and it wrapped its coils around the young bard, the ranger, and another two of the companions, carrying them all to safety below.
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