The Green Knight's Stories

See Sledge Fight

2008-01-11T01:09:20Z

After a deal of walking, his thoughts were interrupted with a startle by the sight of something standing just around one of the winding corners of the hallway; one of Them! It was facing the opposite direction and looked like it might have been another person, but its stance and silence told him otherwise; a marionette held up by half of the strings. It slowly turned to face him and, though the eyes never moved, it would still see him.

Instinct and fear took hold of him, as familiar adrenaline coursed through his body once more. In desperation, he charged it, letting is hammer slide until his grip was directly beneath the mallet end. He swung his arm in a horizontal hook, the head of his weapon striking the side of the target’s head. The should-be corpse landed flat on it’s back. Without wasting time, the man grabbed the butt end of his hammer with his other hand and lifted it up behind his head. With a loud heave, he swing vertically; his blunt instrument arching into the thing’s face and head…

SsprRNCH!

Meet Sledge

2008-01-11T01:04:11Z

He knelt on his large hammer as though it were a short crutch, panting to regain his breath. He stood in the center of one of the mall’s numerous and gargantuan wings, with nothing alive (or dead for that luxurious matter) in sight. The entrance he had taken from the underground parking lot was now beautifully fused with the remains of a semi-4×4 to make an impassable fortress of ruble and metal… which was still on fire the last time he saw it. At the worst, ‘THEY’ would take several hours to get through, that is if any were left from the initial blast. Though there were four stories of shops all around him, the only sound was that of the mall speakers’ elevator music; a very eerie feeling swept through his sweet soaked body.

He lifted himself, after a moment of rest, and walked out into the connecting hallway. He was getting tired again, but something inside him said to keep moving. “Keep searching,” his mind droned, as he shuffled his feet…

Lynel landing

2008-01-11T00:24:38Z

The pod floated gently into Lyneyl’s center, creating havoc for all vehicles and creatures whose paths it crossed on the way down. A number of hover crafts and beasts of burden crashed into walls and each other. When the former canopy finally landed on it’s side, the side door burst open to release a huge plume of smoke. Dachante emerged a second later, coughing and hacking. He stumbled away from the site to gain his bearings and some fresh air.

A few moments later, he realized just what kind of trouble he just caused for those in the nearby vicinity. He fled as soon as he could down the nearest alleyway. As he did so, he looked behind him for a second; Hence, he did not see the young lady crouching in his path and his leg tripped over some part of her. With his arms waving wildly, Dachante stumbled forward and he slammed, head-first, onto the wall beside him. He fell flat on his back and lay there partially dazed, but mostly whimpering. This had not turned out to be the best day of his life.

Technical Difficulties

2008-01-11T00:22:01Z

“Nonononono—!” He tugged hard on a handle above him. Nothing happened as he tumbled to the earth. He reached under his seat once more and returned the circuitry to it’s original positions and pulled the handle once more. A large parachute resembling horizontal bird feather emerged from the pod. It began to glow light blue and the pod’s decent slowed dramatically. The inertia from this drop in speed sent Dachante bouncing in his seat; it’s straps holding him in place. After he regained his bearings, he looked out the side window just in time to see the rest of his ship explode in the distance. He also saw the city of Lyneyl below him. A city that was supposed to be over a day’s flight away.

“At least…” He sighed, ”... it got… off the ground… this tim—HHMMMURGGLEG!” Something nasty, smelly, and unrecognizable as food spat up from Dachante’s mouth and onto the control board.

“Well,.. it could still be worse,” He tried to reassure himself. The control board responded by sparking and then catching fire..

The moon, or bust... very bust

2008-01-11T00:15:12Z

The take off from Zenuse port had been thrilling and spectacular. Dachante’s scales had been shivering with excitement as the sheer force of velocity pushed his body hard against his seat. His sleek rocket-powered air ship had shot up into the sky like a fiery arrow. That was before one of the large turbines fell off, now…

“WHY IS IT GOING SIDEWAYS ! SIDEWAYS BAD !SIDEWAYS VERY BAAAD !!!” The lizardling screamed as he flipped buttons and pulled levers in frantic haste. Alarms in his tiny canopy were screaming and flashing as the ship vibrated fiercely, making his ability to think difficult. He reached under his chair and reconnected several wires in new combinations. A number of the sirens halted. His long tail relaxed along it’s designated hole in the back of his seat.

“Ha!” He yelled triumphantly, pulling one lever with pride. Sadly, he was pulling the incorrect one. Suddenly, his tiny cockpit ejected as a tiny pod from the rest of the vehicle.

Thieves' Library

2008-01-11T00:01:00Z

He was startled when the circular symbol crept back into the wall revealing a room behind it. It was not just a depiction, but a secret passage as well. Out stepped on of the temple’s many “monks,” female of orc-ish decent, who gave the rocky observer a wary look before continuing on her way. Kwen was far to excited to have noticed her, as the sight of book shelves in the room beyond held his attention.

“The library” Kwen squealed as he rushed forth, swinging on of his large stone palms to stop the circular door from resealing. His hand made a boulder-like thud as it met the turning wheel of a door and Kwen leapt his mighty mayan-golemn girth inside.

He froze for a moment in disbelief. Though the tiny room was lined with shelves, few actually housed reading material, none in an orderly fashion. The floor, chair, and table teemed with a sea of disheveled books and pages strewn about. With a great sigh, Kwen bent over to begin cleaning and organizing the room’ contents, as he muttered to himself incoherently.

This stone tablet is curious.

2008-01-10T23:44:45Z

The small temples of the First Fox were few and far between, and always well hidden to boot. Even in Zhuinn, the largest of these sacred “Rogue’s’ holy grounds” was kept safe from view of the public. It’s doors, however, were open to any who could find them. So, it should not have been surprising that a man known for solving mysteries would find himself in such a haven.

Kwen Yet’s stone frame clomped along the path as his eyes searched intently over his spectacles for something very specific. He mumbled aloud as his thoughts seemed to race ahead of his mind. He moved cautiously past a praying Satyr in a business suite, but didn’t seem to have any interest in him. He stopped before a strange carving over one of the side walls and took a crouched seat facing it. He studied the wall for at least an hour, his eyes tracing every crevice.

It was a strange carving that took the form of a canine, presumably fox or wolf, carrying a large circle of fire on it’s back – representing the sun or the light thereof .

Temple of the First Fox

2008-01-10T23:28:40Z

Darkness, the only light that shown through were bright stings of sunlight from a few carefully placed holes along the edge of the ceiling and walls. The lights crossed the center of the carpet path, illuminating the low hanging weave of sheets and cloths draped over tiny poles along the ceiling. The walls at the outstretched corners of the path were decorated here and there by small, yet ornate, object of rare metal; each one a unique shape and design no larger than a human’s head, partially obscured at all times by either cloth or stone outcrop. At the end of the path, on tiny altar, was a simple wood carving of a fox whose tail curved round front and produced a subtle smoking incense. Behind the tiny statue was a transparent tapestry of water colour design of a full moon in shimmering glory.

Tales of Nyk and the Gestalt

2007-12-17T05:38:27Z

“Alright, but this is the last one, me throat’s gettin’ dry…

By now you know the legends of Nyk and his slightly enchanted ship, The Gestalt. You know of the trials of his youth, the adventures of his prime, and hardships of it all.

By the time of this tale, he had become a man in his own eyes. Though his endeavors would often lead him on land, he always returned to his home and dearest friend, The Gestalt. It is known that his ship spake only to him when the wind blew threw her sails, or in the wood’s creaking and moaning. Together they sailed until the seas could offer nothing to match them, and they grew dull from it’s repetitive world.

It was then that the Lady Grey reappeared to him once more and once more did he ask favor of her. Eager again was she to aid him… and again, with a cost.

“Then I shall allow you to sail over anything but the sea,” said the Queen ghost-fox, “This ship shall change to cross and reach all paths and destinations, but atop the open water she may shatter and sink.”

surviving the crab -take2

2007-12-06T05:56:54Z

Nothing was like before. Yes, the crabs had taken the city in one fell swoop, but the similarities ended there. Fysch was old, weak, and crazed, Trapper was wounded and under equipped, and Horace was a spiteful coot- but that wasn’t so different. Instead of leading a fearless army into the fray or the eight-legged legion, they led a small band of frightened refugees away from the sea of orange-shelled death.

They had a few advantages over their speedy pursuers; long distances were burdensome to the crabs which meant that their pace matched that of a snail after a few yards. Secondly, the crustaceans’ rarely travel alone or leave their own behind. This is what allowed the survivors to reach the rocky hillside in which they set up camp.

Horace stood vigilant guard at the cliff over looking the path they had taken. The moon light shimmer over his peach and brown fur as he sniffed for the recognizable scent the crabs gave his sensitive snout. He was a serene image with his eyes closed and legs tucked inwards.

The (Angsty) Calm Before the Swarm

2007-12-04T05:19:03Z

“Ten WHAT ?! ” The barkeep snapped, “Listen, I am in no mood for a rambling drunk this early in the day.”

“Listen to him, you rotund lackadaisical BABOON !” Horace leaned over the counter, baring his sharp teeth to convey the seriousness in his voice further.

“Lords!” The poor bartender exclaimed as he pressed his flabbergasted form against the wall behind him, “It can talk!?!”

“But will ye listen to it!?” Horace growled, annoyed with the never ending stereotype, “The C’asmal- the CRABS , as you call them, are almost here and if you leave now, you MIGHT outrun the massacre!”

“Calm down Horace,” His elderly companion whispered, glancing around to see just how many people were taking note. They all were. “You shouldn’t-”

“No, Fysch” Horace yelled, glancing over his shoulder,” We’ve been through this before! No one will listen, but this time no one will survive because of it – So, there’s no need to keep any secrets.”

Horace turned around and walk to the exit.

“Bloody animals.” He mumbled.