I'm not sure if I should put in a disclaimer but just because of a certain character (you'll see) I just wanted to point out I do not own any rights to the lotr stuff, or anything for that matter, go ahead duplicate me senseless
Dungeons and Teachers (Which are fiercer than Dragons)
Due to Popular Demand: Edwards Death Part One
***Mack***
Miles, it seemed he fell through the endless dark abyss; darkness surrounding him, penetrating his very soul.
"Stupid darkness," Mack said aloud and created a ball of light to fall with him. Mack saw the pit did not widen out as it fell, the rough stone siding of the cliff followed him with unfaltering continuation. Having nothing better to do he tried to get a look around. The shadows danced about in an unnatural blackness out side the perimeter of his light. He watched intently, trying find something that might help him, for a second he thought he saw a dark figure drop down past him, but convinced himself it was just a shadow. After awhile Mack began to suspect these shadows to be the work of the fiend he had felled.
"He must have fallen the same way as I," Mack thought. Not wanting to land on it, battle it, and try to vanquish it, he tried to move himself away from his current line of falling. Waving his arms, he made little progress, but as he began to try harder he managed to angle himself to a degree and slide forward on the air.
"Neat it's like flying," Mack said to himself. Taking advantage of this Mack began to "fly" around, forwards and backwards, actually quite enjoying himself. Laughing quietly Mack got a little bit to close to the wall.
"CRASH," (you heard the narrator and he says the sound effect is crash) Mack's foot caught one of the rough stones and sent him tumbling. Unable to control his movement Mack swore loudly as he crashed along the wall in a tumble; catching the sharp rocks all the time slicing his leather armor and him wherever flesh was exposed. Finally, catching a slight overhang with his head he went into an unconscious spiral.
***Natasia, Edward, and Kara***
Running, the three kids set out in search of their friend but had found themselves lost in a network of corridors.
"What do we do now," Edward asked as they stopped at a kind of central hub for the network connections, I mean corridors.
"I think we should split up," said Kara, "we could spread out and then meet back here."
"I agree," Natasia said, "it's the only way we can make up for the time that we've lost."
"NO WAY," Edward cried, "didn't you read the subtitle for this chapter, there is no way I am going off on my own, blah blah blah plot revelation blah blah self interest blah pie blah blah blah self control" Edward ranted on paying little attention to anything else. When he finally looked up Natasia and Kara had already gone done one of the corridors.
///"DAMMIT," Edward yelled and set the author (Mack) on
fire, after all, he is the brilliant editor of D&T and
controls what makes it to the final draft. (Ed..itor) LOL
Don't worry I only do that sometimes... and I'll say when
I do.///
"DAMMIT," Edward yelled and went off down a random corridor.
***Jessica***
The stairs seemed to stretch on and on; as far as she could have guessed she had been in a very tall tower. Though, as she flew down the stairs she decided that it was either a ridiculously high tower, or the stairs were leading her underground. "Either way . . ." she mumbled, "it won't matter unless I can find an exit," it was true, for the distance of her travels she had not seen so much as a branching corridor from the narrow stairwell. She kept running a few steps at a time, she was happy to move her legs after being "chained" up for such a long time. Suddenly, ahead of her, she heard voices up ahead. Having nowhere to hide she made her way back up the stairs but to little avail, she knew there was nowhere to hide. At last when desperation set in, her instincts took control, flying into a leap Jessica wall-jumped near the ceiling. Doing the splits catching each wall with a foot she managed to maintain a stealthy hiding place. From her hidden location, her eyes narrowed as she watched Mrs. Rayne float past underneath her, followed by a menacing throng of bookies.
"I knew I should have suspended her over a vat of mountain dew," Mrs. Rayne muttered to herself. Jessica pieced together that Mrs. Rayne had learned of her escape.
"Maybe I can follow her out," Jessica thought, and listened as Mrs. Rayne murmured to herself, she seemed to be looking for some particular item as she traced her long dark fingernails along the wall. She seemed to have found the correct piece of wall and beckoned to a nearby bookie.
"Give me a creative excuse why I should spare your life," Mrs. Rayne ordered.
"Er. . ." the bookie muttered clumsily, " Kaboom, there I was in the midst. . ." (the bookie trudged on in some sort of lame attention grabber)
"Very nicely done," the teacher said with a cruel smile. She placed a hand on the bookie's head which seemed to stiffen. Suddenly, a cruel red light poured forth from the bookies head. As the light fell upon the wall, a line seemed to draw forth the image of a door. Jessica watched amazed as the door began to define itself and then open up, the bookie fell over, seemingly empty of will to live. Mrs. Rayne disregarded it and began to step over the newly formed threshold. Jessica nearly lost her footing when she saw that it was the very dungeon she had come from nearly an hour ago. It didn't seem possible, she thought, "but of course so far nothing else has." She stayed where she was and listened, but Mrs. Rayne was talking in a hushed voice; she seemed to be talking of some sort of plan to an important looking bookie. Finally, Jessica managed to pick up a bit of the plan, and her eyes widened as a wave of realization crossed her face.
***Liz and Melody***
The two of them walked on in silence, even the trudging of their feet seemed muted so as not to upset the eerie calm. Slowly Melody began to speak,
"Do you think he's really . . ."
"No" Liz interrupted quickly. They continued along saying nothing more. From the silence the girls began to hear a sort of soft scuffling. Melody's ear's pricked up, it sounded like some sort of commotion going on from far down into the depths of the dungeon. Together they quickened their pace towards the source of the sound.
***Edward***
Edward walked cautiously all alone down the twisty corridors.
"Yes," the narrator said softly, "easy prey for my plot," Edwards whipped his head around nervously looking for the source of the sound.
"I am not hearing things, I am not hearing things," Edward kept muttering nervously. He kept out a keen eye and a quick hand for his err place where the scabbard would be as if to be ready to produce a sword. Edward followed his corridor until he came to a room. Branching off from the main corridor was a room about the size of a broom closet, inside which was a labeled fountain. Edward read it closely,
He or she who should drink from this well
shall be healed from their next death
or near death experience.
(for you moron's it means you get an extra life)
"What a lucky plot twist, though, I hate it when wells insult me," Edward said, "but an extra life should do nicely."
Edward dipped his hand into the well and drank deeply. Spilling a little on the ground, he felt quite refreshed. He took a step out of the little room, but lost his balance. Slipping on the little bit of water on the ground Edward fell with a sickening crack. Edward lay upon the ground with his neck at an unnatural angle. In a weird backwards aura Edward's neck began to snap back into place and he got up slowly.
"I know where I'm staying this chapter," said Edward resignedly.
/// aw snap, I'll get you Mack, you and your non-grammaticized
writing (Ed...itor)///
***Jessica***
The caravan had left through the door leaving Jessica and the soulless, Jessica thought, bookie. She leapt down from the ceiling and up against the wall looking for entrance. Finding nothing but wall she contemplated her situation. Obviously, she thought, there was some sort of magic at work here. She got back up and pounded at the wall a little more. Finally, semi-defeated, she decided there was no way she was getting through the stupid barrier.
"Dang it," she yelled, "oh well this stairwells gotta end somewhere," As she began to step down the next few steps she spied the bookie, still lying lifeless against the wall. As gears worked in her mind she fabricated an idea. Picking up the bookie, folding it's arms and giving a sturdy push, Jessica launched the bookie forward and propelled herself on top of it. Stair after stair the bookie-sled sped down the stair case, occasionally skidding along the sides of the spiral stair.
"WOOOOOO" Jessica yelled as she kicked along the wall gaining speed until the walls were a blur.
***Liz and Melody***
The sounds of battle were now unmistakable resounding off the rough stone, Melody and Liz rushed through the corridor, weapons unsheathed. The corridors were wide and crisscrossing making it difficult for Melody and Liz to find the source of the sound. Occasionally, Melody noticed, along the walls were more retaining cells like to that she had been in herself, yet none of which seemed to have been used. Finally the two girls came up to a door, behind which seemed to be the source of the battle sounds. Melody put her hand on the knob and her back to the door. She held up three fingers, two, Liz readied her mace.
"ONE" Melody yelled and swung open the door. They leapt into the room, fully battle ready, only to see the floor littered with dead bookie corpses. The only thing standing was a heavily clad girl in front of a jail cell, clutching a bookie by the head. Melody and Liz watched as the mystery girl pulled back a glittering engraved sword, and ran it into the struggling bookie. The bookie gushed ink all over the girl and the room. Splattered with ink the girl turned as the bookie fell and caught sight of Liz and Melody. Smiling vaguely, the girl made her way over to them.
***Kara and Natasia***
"Do you feel bad about ditching Edward," Natasia asked, Kara looked at her, and they both burst out laughing. They walked further talking lightly, and smiling. The smiling vanished as they walked into a seemingly dead-ended room. Trying to continue in their hurried search, Kara began to leave but as she reopened the door, Natasia grabbed her arm. Twirling around, Kara saw Natasia pointing up and noticed that the room extended upwards and about 40 feet up was a ledge. Natasia and Kara discussed the predicament for a while.
"We don't want to leave any path unchecked," Kara said
"I'll right," Natasia said, "I'll go up there and explore a bit and we'll meet back in a short while."
"Sounds good" Kara replied
"K, then seeya, love," Natasia said as she began to scale the wall. Kara left hurriedly in search of signs of their missing companion. Well actually they, including Edward had forgotten about Mack, who changed plot views so early that he might as well had not have been with them at all. Whatever. Kara went off and Natasia began going up the wall.
***Mack**
Oh wait he's conscious and falling, possibly to his doom. Not much to write about. But darn it I have to write at least a third of a page so that there is an even flow of scene change. Dang it, Oh well I'll just split up the Natasia Kara story right now.
***Natasia***
The rough stones made easy enough handholds to get up the wall.
"This is almost too easy," Natasia said laughingly.
/// Laughingly... laughingly, WHERE DID YOU LEARN ADVERBS
FROM MACK?! FAIRCHILDS FUNNY FARM?!? (Ed...itor)///
"This is almost too easy," Natasia said gleefully/merrily/
optimistically. She pulled herself up even without the use
of her flower. She got half way up when a rock that had been
protruding oddly out, tilted as she rested her hand on it.
A loud chink was heard from the wall behind her and turning
she saw the wall to her back covered in somewhat polished
openings, wide eyed she raised her flower. Suddenly, out of
the chutes spears shot out; dodging the first one Natasia was
able to raise a shield to deflect the others.
Edward: Wait but wouldn't that require like a 30 Dc climb check to stay on the wall
Narrator: Do not question the Dungeon Master. . . I mean Narrator
Edward: I think your fudging the rolls way to much in our favor
Narrator: Shut up
Edward: But I mean now honestly we don't seem to take any "regular" damage at all, we only take it in like cinematic cut scenes.
Narrator: I'm warning you
Edward: Come on it's like all we do is one giant cinematic where the few battles we've had seem staged
Narrator: THAT'S IT
Edward, not even in this section was smitten by prowling pangolins that discovered the life recharging closet he was hiding in
"Wha . . . I don't see any pangolins" Edward replied. Just then some vicious looking mutant badgers, supposedly pangolins, entered the room
"Eeep" Edward cried. The pangolins killed him slowly and then left. Edward respawned and took another drink from the well. Back to the show.
/// Oh, i'll get you for this, btw readers, the Janto
Journeys, my own fanfic is... permanently discontinued,
in favor a joint effort between Mack and I with a new
Fic project, est. arrival, August 10-20///
"Cling, clash" The spear glanced off Natasia's shield having difficulty holding onto the wall. Finally she moved up out of the firing range still clinging to the rocks, when in this section she pulled another trap trigger. Natasia raised her shield and continued the battery of spears. As she tired, her upward movement ceased and she began struggling just holding herself up.
"Cling, clash, cling, clash," The incessant ringing dulled as she began to falter. Just then a knotted rope dropped down in front of her.
"Huh. . . ?" Natasia cried in a daze, but she grabbed the rope which made climbing a lot easier.
"I still don't think that'd be enough to be logical" Edward cried, unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you look at it, loud enough for the pangolins to hear him.
"DAMMIT" Edward yelled as the pangolins killed him. He revived himself after they had gone, somewhat flustered that the narrator had not even bothered to talk to him and just killed him on the spot.
Natasia scramble up the slope to see a shadowy figure run off down the hallway, tired and bruised Natasia did not follow, but took a chance to regain her composer. Panting slightly, she took a look around her.
Not worrying about a spot check. . . "I know" Edward said defensivly.
Upon the ledge the ceiling was uncomfortably low, Natasia had to stand with a slight crouch as she looked around. The ledge led off into a corridor about three feet away. Hoping to find her mysterious ally she began down the corridor.
***Liz, Melody, and Mystery Girl***
"Why hello there Liz, Melody," said Mystery Girl as she approached whipping the ink from her sword. She was covered in weapons hanging from a great gold inlaid belt and other part of the great leather armor she wore; she also had a light cloak draped over herself, and suddenly a wave of realization swam over Melody and Liz.
"Kaitlyn?" Liz said tentatively
"Yep," Kaitlyn said a little cheerily for the amount of creatures she had just slain, "the one and only." At that moment all three of them were overcome with joy and fell into a happy conversation
"So I'm not the only one here," Kaitlyn said happily.
"Oh no," Melody said, "there are tons of us."
"Really, I've been here . . .," her memory failed her, "well since this all started and I haven't seen a single friend."
"Yea, there's us," Liz counted on her figures, "Ms. Shape change," Melody nodded acknowledging, "and the pyro-weather," she created a fiery rain cloud, "Edward, flaming weapon-smith, Kara, psychic, Natasia, uh we're not sure what her power classifies as, and . . ." she and Melody gave a sad look, "Mack, the illusionist,"
"Wow, well I'll bet you haven't seen my power up close before," Kaitlyn said, and she drew from her sheath the glittering sword.
"What about it," Liz asked, "we all got weapons," she pulled out her mace.
"Ahh, then you do not regonize the sword that was broken," she held it up and it seemed to glow, "behold the might of Anduril" and as the looked they found that all the weapons upon Kaitlyns person we're indeed straight out of the book. Liz and Melody stood awestruck. As the light faded the girls squealed with delight.
"Why, there's Gimli's axe," Liz said
"And Sting," Melody said delighted and tried to pull it from it's sheath. Yet as she reached for it her hand went right through it. Melody stood back puzzled. Kaitlyn laughed.
"Then they're not real?" Melody asked
"Well yes and no," said Kaitlyn as she drew sting from its sheath and handed it to her. "they only become real when they are drawn by my hand, otherwise there just illusionary apparently." After she said this she began unloading all the weapons and had the girls look over them. All in all she had Anduril, Glamdring, hanging off her inlaid belt Sting in a sheath at her side, Gimli's axe on the opposite side, and on her back Legolas' bow and duel daggers, all draped in a cloak from Lorien.
"I guess my power is to draw and wield weapons from the books," Kaitlyn said to the awestruck girls.
"Cool," the other girls chorused. After getting over their awe Liz began to speak.
"Well, the both of us have been separated from the group, and we're trying to get back to them."
"Great," Kaitlyn exclaimed, "lets get going," She packed up her weapons and the three of them went off down a hallway.
/// WHAT?! I WANT LOTR WEAPONS, wahh....., oh well, *sets
stuff on fire* (Ed...itor)///
***Jessica***
Picking up speed, Jessica clung desperately to the bookie. As she flew she noticed a bright light beginning to emanate from the walls. She could not see well because of her speed but it looked like doors were cracking open from the walls. Yet before she could even begin to slow her rocketing bookie sled, the staircase ended abruptly revealing a very dark cave like hallway. Despite the lack of slope the bookie kept flying along the flat floor. After flying out of sight of the staircase the bookie began to slow. Coming through a heavily engraved archway the bookie stopped on some sort of balcony and Jessica gasped as she looked around her. As she looked over the terrace she saw that the room she had come through jutted out from a huge stone wall, around her she seemed to be in the midst of a huge cavernous pit, to which neither floor or ceiling could be seen. She saw the outside walls of the stair she had come down, going up the side of the pit. The rest of the weird room that ended the staircase consisted of these verandas. It was unusually dark except around the few torches that burned within the room.
"Very odd," Jessica said aloud. As she decided to try and get to the staircase she saw a dark figure fall from high above, and heard a loud crash as it collided with one of the other terraces.
"Oh . . ." Jessica exclaimed bemused and jumped to go see what had become of the figure. She quickly made her way to the terrace that body had fallen. In the dark she could hear a weak moan that died away as she neared the balcony. Coming through the arch she saw a very deplorable sight. Heaped upon the terrace was a very broken guy in black studded armor.
"Oh, oh my god!" Jessica yelled as she recognized the face of her fellow student Mack
***Jessica and Mack***
"Oh come on was the section change really necessary," Edward complained. The narrator glared at Edward (I don't know how it's possible but it is). "Don't kill me," Edward squeaked.
/// IT WASN'T!! haha, those pangolins can't hurt me when i'm
out here, *does a little dance* hey... ew... pangolin drool..
.. *looks over shoulder* oh, b----... O_o! (Editor)///
Jessica leapt up to Mack to get a better look at him; all parts of his body were at odd angles and he didn't seem to be breathing. Instinctively Jessica put her hand to his neck to check for a pulse. She held her breath as she held her hand there, waiting for a pulse that didn't seem to come. "Live" she thought, and as the words came to mind her hand glowed bright and she began to feel a pulse. Mack's limbs began to straighten out and as he took a sharp intake of breath his eyes flitted open.
"Why hello there, Jessica, you here too," Mack said suddenly wide awake.
***Kara***
"Yes. . ." Kara murmured inaudibly as she walked, possibly making evil plans or something like that. After defeating the bookies she opened the door into the next room.
"Whaaa?" Kara said confused, "I was in no such room or fight such bookies"
"Sorry," the Narrator replied, "the stress of so many different character groups is causing the whole story to lag"
"Lag? That's not even possible in a story," Kara stated matter of factly.
"Oh but you see this is a web published story," said the Narrator, "thus lag."
"I guess that makes sense," said Kara.
"Aaaaaagghhh lag," the Narrator screamed.
Kara continued walking, ignoring the screaming narrator, up a light curving incline, coming into a large room with many branching corridors she stopped.
"I've been here before," said Kara exasperated, for indeed, this was the room she had started in and where she and Natasia had ditched Edward. As she decided to sit down she heard a voice down one of the corridors.
"Finnaly out of the stupid puzzle," said a familiar voice. Natasia walked in through one of the entrances.
"What are you doing here," Natasia said puzzled.
"We're both back at the beginning," Kara said tired
"Hrm . . . no I didn't make any turns I went in a complete straight line.
"It's the narrator," said Kara, "he's gone crazy."
"Oh," said Natasia, "well lets find another passage,"
"Fine," said Kara and they went off down a corridor.
***Afterward***
Kaitlyn: Cool I'm in that afterward thing
Narrator: Yes and now I've introduced all or most of the characters the plot should move
Melody: sothisistheafterwardthingheywait,whycan'tiseewhat
i'mtypingitssolaggytheheck!?!
Liz: Lolandithoughtiwaslaggingwhen...awcrudstupidlag,why
can'tyougetabettermodemstupidMACk
Narrator: allot faster, course with 8 main characters it's rather hard to move without some lag
Edward: I for one won't mind to get out of this chapter
Narrator: Sorry, I just bend to popular demand
Edward: Yea, right
Narrator: Yea watch. Who wants to see Edward die?
Mack: Me
Liz: Me
Melody: Me
Natasia: Me
Kara: Me
Jessica: Me
Kaitlyn: Me
Edward: Me . . . wait a
Edward became so confused by his own attempt at a comeback that he died. Then was resurrected
Edward: Damn it
Narrator: Language
Edward was crushed as beavers began to topple tree's down on top of him.
Liz: Haha, I get it Dam it
Edward: *gurgling sounds*
Narrator: Oh right
Edward was resurrected.
Kaitlyn: This can get dull fast
Narrator: Your right, I'm ending it.
The End
Come back next time where though it's not the Edwards deathe chapter we'll proly kill him anyway
///like hell you won't, Sets off to EDit all my deaths
from the next chapter Seeyah (Editor)///
Dungeons and Teachers (Which are fiercer than Dragons)
Due to Popular Demand: Edwards Death Part One
***Mack***
Miles, it seemed he fell through the endless dark abyss; darkness surrounding him, penetrating his very soul.
"Stupid darkness," Mack said aloud and created a ball of light to fall with him. Mack saw the pit did not widen out as it fell, the rough stone siding of the cliff followed him with unfaltering continuation. Having nothing better to do he tried to get a look around. The shadows danced about in an unnatural blackness out side the perimeter of his light. He watched intently, trying find something that might help him, for a second he thought he saw a dark figure drop down past him, but convinced himself it was just a shadow. After awhile Mack began to suspect these shadows to be the work of the fiend he had felled.
"He must have fallen the same way as I," Mack thought. Not wanting to land on it, battle it, and try to vanquish it, he tried to move himself away from his current line of falling. Waving his arms, he made little progress, but as he began to try harder he managed to angle himself to a degree and slide forward on the air.
"Neat it's like flying," Mack said to himself. Taking advantage of this Mack began to "fly" around, forwards and backwards, actually quite enjoying himself. Laughing quietly Mack got a little bit to close to the wall.
"CRASH," (you heard the narrator and he says the sound effect is crash) Mack's foot caught one of the rough stones and sent him tumbling. Unable to control his movement Mack swore loudly as he crashed along the wall in a tumble; catching the sharp rocks all the time slicing his leather armor and him wherever flesh was exposed. Finally, catching a slight overhang with his head he went into an unconscious spiral.
***Natasia, Edward, and Kara***
Running, the three kids set out in search of their friend but had found themselves lost in a network of corridors.
"What do we do now," Edward asked as they stopped at a kind of central hub for the network connections, I mean corridors.
"I think we should split up," said Kara, "we could spread out and then meet back here."
"I agree," Natasia said, "it's the only way we can make up for the time that we've lost."
"NO WAY," Edward cried, "didn't you read the subtitle for this chapter, there is no way I am going off on my own, blah blah blah plot revelation blah blah self interest blah pie blah blah blah self control" Edward ranted on paying little attention to anything else. When he finally looked up Natasia and Kara had already gone done one of the corridors.
///"DAMMIT," Edward yelled and set the author (Mack) on
fire, after all, he is the brilliant editor of D&T and
controls what makes it to the final draft. (Ed..itor) LOL
Don't worry I only do that sometimes... and I'll say when
I do.///
"DAMMIT," Edward yelled and went off down a random corridor.
***Jessica***
The stairs seemed to stretch on and on; as far as she could have guessed she had been in a very tall tower. Though, as she flew down the stairs she decided that it was either a ridiculously high tower, or the stairs were leading her underground. "Either way . . ." she mumbled, "it won't matter unless I can find an exit," it was true, for the distance of her travels she had not seen so much as a branching corridor from the narrow stairwell. She kept running a few steps at a time, she was happy to move her legs after being "chained" up for such a long time. Suddenly, ahead of her, she heard voices up ahead. Having nowhere to hide she made her way back up the stairs but to little avail, she knew there was nowhere to hide. At last when desperation set in, her instincts took control, flying into a leap Jessica wall-jumped near the ceiling. Doing the splits catching each wall with a foot she managed to maintain a stealthy hiding place. From her hidden location, her eyes narrowed as she watched Mrs. Rayne float past underneath her, followed by a menacing throng of bookies.
"I knew I should have suspended her over a vat of mountain dew," Mrs. Rayne muttered to herself. Jessica pieced together that Mrs. Rayne had learned of her escape.
"Maybe I can follow her out," Jessica thought, and listened as Mrs. Rayne murmured to herself, she seemed to be looking for some particular item as she traced her long dark fingernails along the wall. She seemed to have found the correct piece of wall and beckoned to a nearby bookie.
"Give me a creative excuse why I should spare your life," Mrs. Rayne ordered.
"Er. . ." the bookie muttered clumsily, " Kaboom, there I was in the midst. . ." (the bookie trudged on in some sort of lame attention grabber)
"Very nicely done," the teacher said with a cruel smile. She placed a hand on the bookie's head which seemed to stiffen. Suddenly, a cruel red light poured forth from the bookies head. As the light fell upon the wall, a line seemed to draw forth the image of a door. Jessica watched amazed as the door began to define itself and then open up, the bookie fell over, seemingly empty of will to live. Mrs. Rayne disregarded it and began to step over the newly formed threshold. Jessica nearly lost her footing when she saw that it was the very dungeon she had come from nearly an hour ago. It didn't seem possible, she thought, "but of course so far nothing else has." She stayed where she was and listened, but Mrs. Rayne was talking in a hushed voice; she seemed to be talking of some sort of plan to an important looking bookie. Finally, Jessica managed to pick up a bit of the plan, and her eyes widened as a wave of realization crossed her face.
***Liz and Melody***
The two of them walked on in silence, even the trudging of their feet seemed muted so as not to upset the eerie calm. Slowly Melody began to speak,
"Do you think he's really . . ."
"No" Liz interrupted quickly. They continued along saying nothing more. From the silence the girls began to hear a sort of soft scuffling. Melody's ear's pricked up, it sounded like some sort of commotion going on from far down into the depths of the dungeon. Together they quickened their pace towards the source of the sound.
***Edward***
Edward walked cautiously all alone down the twisty corridors.
"Yes," the narrator said softly, "easy prey for my plot," Edwards whipped his head around nervously looking for the source of the sound.
"I am not hearing things, I am not hearing things," Edward kept muttering nervously. He kept out a keen eye and a quick hand for his err place where the scabbard would be as if to be ready to produce a sword. Edward followed his corridor until he came to a room. Branching off from the main corridor was a room about the size of a broom closet, inside which was a labeled fountain. Edward read it closely,
He or she who should drink from this well
shall be healed from their next death
or near death experience.
(for you moron's it means you get an extra life)
"What a lucky plot twist, though, I hate it when wells insult me," Edward said, "but an extra life should do nicely."
Edward dipped his hand into the well and drank deeply. Spilling a little on the ground, he felt quite refreshed. He took a step out of the little room, but lost his balance. Slipping on the little bit of water on the ground Edward fell with a sickening crack. Edward lay upon the ground with his neck at an unnatural angle. In a weird backwards aura Edward's neck began to snap back into place and he got up slowly.
"I know where I'm staying this chapter," said Edward resignedly.
/// aw snap, I'll get you Mack, you and your non-grammaticized
writing (Ed...itor)///
***Jessica***
The caravan had left through the door leaving Jessica and the soulless, Jessica thought, bookie. She leapt down from the ceiling and up against the wall looking for entrance. Finding nothing but wall she contemplated her situation. Obviously, she thought, there was some sort of magic at work here. She got back up and pounded at the wall a little more. Finally, semi-defeated, she decided there was no way she was getting through the stupid barrier.
"Dang it," she yelled, "oh well this stairwells gotta end somewhere," As she began to step down the next few steps she spied the bookie, still lying lifeless against the wall. As gears worked in her mind she fabricated an idea. Picking up the bookie, folding it's arms and giving a sturdy push, Jessica launched the bookie forward and propelled herself on top of it. Stair after stair the bookie-sled sped down the stair case, occasionally skidding along the sides of the spiral stair.
"WOOOOOO" Jessica yelled as she kicked along the wall gaining speed until the walls were a blur.
***Liz and Melody***
The sounds of battle were now unmistakable resounding off the rough stone, Melody and Liz rushed through the corridor, weapons unsheathed. The corridors were wide and crisscrossing making it difficult for Melody and Liz to find the source of the sound. Occasionally, Melody noticed, along the walls were more retaining cells like to that she had been in herself, yet none of which seemed to have been used. Finally the two girls came up to a door, behind which seemed to be the source of the battle sounds. Melody put her hand on the knob and her back to the door. She held up three fingers, two, Liz readied her mace.
"ONE" Melody yelled and swung open the door. They leapt into the room, fully battle ready, only to see the floor littered with dead bookie corpses. The only thing standing was a heavily clad girl in front of a jail cell, clutching a bookie by the head. Melody and Liz watched as the mystery girl pulled back a glittering engraved sword, and ran it into the struggling bookie. The bookie gushed ink all over the girl and the room. Splattered with ink the girl turned as the bookie fell and caught sight of Liz and Melody. Smiling vaguely, the girl made her way over to them.
***Kara and Natasia***
"Do you feel bad about ditching Edward," Natasia asked, Kara looked at her, and they both burst out laughing. They walked further talking lightly, and smiling. The smiling vanished as they walked into a seemingly dead-ended room. Trying to continue in their hurried search, Kara began to leave but as she reopened the door, Natasia grabbed her arm. Twirling around, Kara saw Natasia pointing up and noticed that the room extended upwards and about 40 feet up was a ledge. Natasia and Kara discussed the predicament for a while.
"We don't want to leave any path unchecked," Kara said
"I'll right," Natasia said, "I'll go up there and explore a bit and we'll meet back in a short while."
"Sounds good" Kara replied
"K, then seeya, love," Natasia said as she began to scale the wall. Kara left hurriedly in search of signs of their missing companion. Well actually they, including Edward had forgotten about Mack, who changed plot views so early that he might as well had not have been with them at all. Whatever. Kara went off and Natasia began going up the wall.
***Mack**
Oh wait he's conscious and falling, possibly to his doom. Not much to write about. But darn it I have to write at least a third of a page so that there is an even flow of scene change. Dang it, Oh well I'll just split up the Natasia Kara story right now.
***Natasia***
The rough stones made easy enough handholds to get up the wall.
"This is almost too easy," Natasia said laughingly.
/// Laughingly... laughingly, WHERE DID YOU LEARN ADVERBS
FROM MACK?! FAIRCHILDS FUNNY FARM?!? (Ed...itor)///
"This is almost too easy," Natasia said gleefully/merrily/
optimistically. She pulled herself up even without the use
of her flower. She got half way up when a rock that had been
protruding oddly out, tilted as she rested her hand on it.
A loud chink was heard from the wall behind her and turning
she saw the wall to her back covered in somewhat polished
openings, wide eyed she raised her flower. Suddenly, out of
the chutes spears shot out; dodging the first one Natasia was
able to raise a shield to deflect the others.
Edward: Wait but wouldn't that require like a 30 Dc climb check to stay on the wall
Narrator: Do not question the Dungeon Master. . . I mean Narrator
Edward: I think your fudging the rolls way to much in our favor
Narrator: Shut up
Edward: But I mean now honestly we don't seem to take any "regular" damage at all, we only take it in like cinematic cut scenes.
Narrator: I'm warning you
Edward: Come on it's like all we do is one giant cinematic where the few battles we've had seem staged
Narrator: THAT'S IT
Edward, not even in this section was smitten by prowling pangolins that discovered the life recharging closet he was hiding in
"Wha . . . I don't see any pangolins" Edward replied. Just then some vicious looking mutant badgers, supposedly pangolins, entered the room
"Eeep" Edward cried. The pangolins killed him slowly and then left. Edward respawned and took another drink from the well. Back to the show.
/// Oh, i'll get you for this, btw readers, the Janto
Journeys, my own fanfic is... permanently discontinued,
in favor a joint effort between Mack and I with a new
Fic project, est. arrival, August 10-20///
"Cling, clash" The spear glanced off Natasia's shield having difficulty holding onto the wall. Finally she moved up out of the firing range still clinging to the rocks, when in this section she pulled another trap trigger. Natasia raised her shield and continued the battery of spears. As she tired, her upward movement ceased and she began struggling just holding herself up.
"Cling, clash, cling, clash," The incessant ringing dulled as she began to falter. Just then a knotted rope dropped down in front of her.
"Huh. . . ?" Natasia cried in a daze, but she grabbed the rope which made climbing a lot easier.
"I still don't think that'd be enough to be logical" Edward cried, unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you look at it, loud enough for the pangolins to hear him.
"DAMMIT" Edward yelled as the pangolins killed him. He revived himself after they had gone, somewhat flustered that the narrator had not even bothered to talk to him and just killed him on the spot.
Natasia scramble up the slope to see a shadowy figure run off down the hallway, tired and bruised Natasia did not follow, but took a chance to regain her composer. Panting slightly, she took a look around her.
Not worrying about a spot check. . . "I know" Edward said defensivly.
Upon the ledge the ceiling was uncomfortably low, Natasia had to stand with a slight crouch as she looked around. The ledge led off into a corridor about three feet away. Hoping to find her mysterious ally she began down the corridor.
***Liz, Melody, and Mystery Girl***
"Why hello there Liz, Melody," said Mystery Girl as she approached whipping the ink from her sword. She was covered in weapons hanging from a great gold inlaid belt and other part of the great leather armor she wore; she also had a light cloak draped over herself, and suddenly a wave of realization swam over Melody and Liz.
"Kaitlyn?" Liz said tentatively
"Yep," Kaitlyn said a little cheerily for the amount of creatures she had just slain, "the one and only." At that moment all three of them were overcome with joy and fell into a happy conversation
"So I'm not the only one here," Kaitlyn said happily.
"Oh no," Melody said, "there are tons of us."
"Really, I've been here . . .," her memory failed her, "well since this all started and I haven't seen a single friend."
"Yea, there's us," Liz counted on her figures, "Ms. Shape change," Melody nodded acknowledging, "and the pyro-weather," she created a fiery rain cloud, "Edward, flaming weapon-smith, Kara, psychic, Natasia, uh we're not sure what her power classifies as, and . . ." she and Melody gave a sad look, "Mack, the illusionist,"
"Wow, well I'll bet you haven't seen my power up close before," Kaitlyn said, and she drew from her sheath the glittering sword.
"What about it," Liz asked, "we all got weapons," she pulled out her mace.
"Ahh, then you do not regonize the sword that was broken," she held it up and it seemed to glow, "behold the might of Anduril" and as the looked they found that all the weapons upon Kaitlyns person we're indeed straight out of the book. Liz and Melody stood awestruck. As the light faded the girls squealed with delight.
"Why, there's Gimli's axe," Liz said
"And Sting," Melody said delighted and tried to pull it from it's sheath. Yet as she reached for it her hand went right through it. Melody stood back puzzled. Kaitlyn laughed.
"Then they're not real?" Melody asked
"Well yes and no," said Kaitlyn as she drew sting from its sheath and handed it to her. "they only become real when they are drawn by my hand, otherwise there just illusionary apparently." After she said this she began unloading all the weapons and had the girls look over them. All in all she had Anduril, Glamdring, hanging off her inlaid belt Sting in a sheath at her side, Gimli's axe on the opposite side, and on her back Legolas' bow and duel daggers, all draped in a cloak from Lorien.
"I guess my power is to draw and wield weapons from the books," Kaitlyn said to the awestruck girls.
"Cool," the other girls chorused. After getting over their awe Liz began to speak.
"Well, the both of us have been separated from the group, and we're trying to get back to them."
"Great," Kaitlyn exclaimed, "lets get going," She packed up her weapons and the three of them went off down a hallway.
/// WHAT?! I WANT LOTR WEAPONS, wahh....., oh well, *sets
stuff on fire* (Ed...itor)///
***Jessica***
Picking up speed, Jessica clung desperately to the bookie. As she flew she noticed a bright light beginning to emanate from the walls. She could not see well because of her speed but it looked like doors were cracking open from the walls. Yet before she could even begin to slow her rocketing bookie sled, the staircase ended abruptly revealing a very dark cave like hallway. Despite the lack of slope the bookie kept flying along the flat floor. After flying out of sight of the staircase the bookie began to slow. Coming through a heavily engraved archway the bookie stopped on some sort of balcony and Jessica gasped as she looked around her. As she looked over the terrace she saw that the room she had come through jutted out from a huge stone wall, around her she seemed to be in the midst of a huge cavernous pit, to which neither floor or ceiling could be seen. She saw the outside walls of the stair she had come down, going up the side of the pit. The rest of the weird room that ended the staircase consisted of these verandas. It was unusually dark except around the few torches that burned within the room.
"Very odd," Jessica said aloud. As she decided to try and get to the staircase she saw a dark figure fall from high above, and heard a loud crash as it collided with one of the other terraces.
"Oh . . ." Jessica exclaimed bemused and jumped to go see what had become of the figure. She quickly made her way to the terrace that body had fallen. In the dark she could hear a weak moan that died away as she neared the balcony. Coming through the arch she saw a very deplorable sight. Heaped upon the terrace was a very broken guy in black studded armor.
"Oh, oh my god!" Jessica yelled as she recognized the face of her fellow student Mack
***Jessica and Mack***
"Oh come on was the section change really necessary," Edward complained. The narrator glared at Edward (I don't know how it's possible but it is). "Don't kill me," Edward squeaked.
/// IT WASN'T!! haha, those pangolins can't hurt me when i'm
out here, *does a little dance* hey... ew... pangolin drool..
.. *looks over shoulder* oh, b----... O_o! (Editor)///
Jessica leapt up to Mack to get a better look at him; all parts of his body were at odd angles and he didn't seem to be breathing. Instinctively Jessica put her hand to his neck to check for a pulse. She held her breath as she held her hand there, waiting for a pulse that didn't seem to come. "Live" she thought, and as the words came to mind her hand glowed bright and she began to feel a pulse. Mack's limbs began to straighten out and as he took a sharp intake of breath his eyes flitted open.
"Why hello there, Jessica, you here too," Mack said suddenly wide awake.
***Kara***
"Yes. . ." Kara murmured inaudibly as she walked, possibly making evil plans or something like that. After defeating the bookies she opened the door into the next room.
"Whaaa?" Kara said confused, "I was in no such room or fight such bookies"
"Sorry," the Narrator replied, "the stress of so many different character groups is causing the whole story to lag"
"Lag? That's not even possible in a story," Kara stated matter of factly.
"Oh but you see this is a web published story," said the Narrator, "thus lag."
"I guess that makes sense," said Kara.
"Aaaaaagghhh lag," the Narrator screamed.
Kara continued walking, ignoring the screaming narrator, up a light curving incline, coming into a large room with many branching corridors she stopped.
"I've been here before," said Kara exasperated, for indeed, this was the room she had started in and where she and Natasia had ditched Edward. As she decided to sit down she heard a voice down one of the corridors.
"Finnaly out of the stupid puzzle," said a familiar voice. Natasia walked in through one of the entrances.
"What are you doing here," Natasia said puzzled.
"We're both back at the beginning," Kara said tired
"Hrm . . . no I didn't make any turns I went in a complete straight line.
"It's the narrator," said Kara, "he's gone crazy."
"Oh," said Natasia, "well lets find another passage,"
"Fine," said Kara and they went off down a corridor.
***Afterward***
Kaitlyn: Cool I'm in that afterward thing
Narrator: Yes and now I've introduced all or most of the characters the plot should move
Melody: sothisistheafterwardthingheywait,whycan'tiseewhat
i'mtypingitssolaggytheheck!?!
Liz: Lolandithoughtiwaslaggingwhen...awcrudstupidlag,why
can'tyougetabettermodemstupidMACk
Narrator: allot faster, course with 8 main characters it's rather hard to move without some lag
Edward: I for one won't mind to get out of this chapter
Narrator: Sorry, I just bend to popular demand
Edward: Yea, right
Narrator: Yea watch. Who wants to see Edward die?
Mack: Me
Liz: Me
Melody: Me
Natasia: Me
Kara: Me
Jessica: Me
Kaitlyn: Me
Edward: Me . . . wait a
Edward became so confused by his own attempt at a comeback that he died. Then was resurrected
Edward: Damn it
Narrator: Language
Edward was crushed as beavers began to topple tree's down on top of him.
Liz: Haha, I get it Dam it
Edward: *gurgling sounds*
Narrator: Oh right
Edward was resurrected.
Kaitlyn: This can get dull fast
Narrator: Your right, I'm ending it.
The End
Come back next time where though it's not the Edwards deathe chapter we'll proly kill him anyway
///like hell you won't, Sets off to EDit all my deaths
from the next chapter Seeyah (Editor)///