~*~* Where the Quest Takes Us *~*~
Chapter 6 - Bringing Down the Palace
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"Sheba! What are you doing here?" Ivan asked excitedly.
"I'm Tolbi's ruler now!" Sheba said, running down the stairs toward them.
"How the heck did that happen?" Issac asked.
"It's a long story, but basically, I visited here after Babi died and some crazy man said that I was his daughter, and everyone believed him, and... I'm a Lord now!" Sheba explained shortly. She wasn't wearing her usual clothes. She was dressed in a really fancy looking dress that dragged along the floor.
"Why did we come here?" Issac asked, changing the subject.
"Someone said they wanted to see us. Remeber, you idiot?" Ivan said, giving Issac a slap on the back of his head.
"JERK!" Issac yelled, kicking over a nearby statue.
"Hey!" Sheba protested. "That's a statue of ME, you realise?"
"Uh, sorry..." Issac said, looking at the ground. Sheba took Ivan aside.
"What exactly is wrong with Issac?" she asked.
"I don't know, really. I think he's going insane." Ivan answered.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!? INSANE!? ME?! I'M INSULTED!!!" Issac said blasting a hole in a nearby wall with his Psynergy.
"See what I mean? Insane." Ivan said. Issac didn't hear, because he was ripping up floor tiles and throwing them at some nearby guards.
"Are you sure he's okay? Because I think he needs some help..." Sheba said.
"NOT SO LOUD! He might hear you..." Ivan said, covering her mouth.
"I might hear what?" Issac said, walking up to them with a spear in his left arm.
"How'd that happen?" Sheba asked.
"You have VERY accurate guards, milady." Issac said.
"Maybe you should pull that out..."
"Nah, it's cool. Whooaaa..." Issac fainted.
"Issac!" Sheba said, rushing towards him.
"No, let him sleep. It might make him less crazy." Ivan said. "I'm gonna go find out who wants to see Issac."
*** *** *** ***
After about an hour of searching the palace, Ivan found who was searching for Issac. She was an elderly woman who sat at a bench on the second floor. She wore very large robes, and her face was covered by her hood.
"Are you Issac?" she asked.
"I'm a friend of his." Ivan answered. "What did you want to see him about?"
"He is in great danger." she answered. "An evil sorcerer is using his dark powers to drive your friend Issac to insanity."
"That explains a lot..." Ivan said thoughtfully.
"You must find this sorcerer, and get rid of him, or your friend Issac will go so far into insanity that he will be unable to converse with any other human being without much murder and swearing." said the old woman.
"Okay, so, where are we supposed to find said evil sorcerer?" Ivan asked.
"On an island in the center of the great eastern sea." said the old woman. "And island known as Lemuria."
"Awesome! We're going there anyway." Ivan said excitedly.
"Why is that?"
"Well, Issac wants to speak to our friend Piers, and we're investigating the postman in the name of WUSSCASE." Ivan explained.
"You're WUSSCASE agents?" asked the old lady. "Why didn't you say so! I'm also an agent!" she said, standing up. She removed her robe to reveal that she wasn't an old lady at all! She was a young boy about Ivan's age.
"Hi! I'm an undercover agent investigating reports that someone in this palace is stealing Tolbi's government funds." said the boy. "I've perfected the old lady act, huh?"
"Yeah, you were pretty convincing." Ivan said. "Anyway, what else can you tell us about this sorcerer?"
"He's really powerful, and conventional means of fighting won't work all that well." said the boy.
"So what do we do?" Ivan asked curiously.
"I don't know. I'm not a friggin' scholar. I'm just a bored little kid who joined the strange man's organization because my mom kicked me outside for setting fire to my little brother's hair."
"Oh-kay... I'm gonna go, now... Bye!" Ivan said, bolting downstairs.
*** *** *** ***
"So, how's Issac doing?" Ivan asked Sheba, referring to the unconscious Issac that was currently lying in a mangled looking heap on the floor of Sheba's palace.
"Oh, he'll live." Sheba said. "I'm sure he's had worse injuries than a severe concussion."
"He has a severe concussion?" Ivan said, his eyes widening.
"Well, according to the palace doctor. But he says that a severe concussion is nothing to a man of Issac's strengh." Sheba explained.
"Ah."
"So, while we're waiting for him to wake up, how about you tell me what you've been up to for the last few months?"
"I guess we could do that." said Ivan, following Sheba into her sitting room.
*** *** *** ***
"Ugh. Where the- HEY! Those losers left me lying on the floor! THIS DUSTY OLD STONE FLOOR!!! GAHHH!!!" Issac picked up a nearby vase, punching it so hard it shattered into fragments to small to measure. "They're gonna pay dearly for this, oh yes indeed. Heh heh heh..."
"What's so funny, sir?" asked a palace attendant.
"Oh, I'm just gonna murder Sheba and Ivan." Issac said, standing up.
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!!!" yelled the attendant. Dropping the plate he was carrying, he lept at Issac with his fist in the air.
"CALM DOWN!!!" Issac said, catching the airborne waiter and flipping him over his shoulder. The waiter now lay face-up on the floor where Issac had been lying.
"I am trained not only to serve but to protect." said the waiter. He climbed to his feet and rolled up the sleeves of his black waiter style tuxedo.
"Serve and protect, eh? Sounds like you're a cop. See ya!" Issac said, kicking the waiter in the face, stunning him momentarily. Issac took the chance to bail for the palaces front doors. He was almost there when...
"SOUND THE ALARM!!! INTRUDER INSIDE WITH MURDEROUS INTENT!!! SOUND THE ALARM!!!" the waiter yelled from behind him. A vein twitched in Issac's temple.
"YOU PILE OF PUKE!!! PREPARE TO DIE, FOOL!!!" Issac yelled as he ran toward the waiter, sword prepared to swing. Just as he was about to behead the waiter, another sword appeared and blocked the swing. Issac looked, and saw one of the palace guards.
"I'VE GOT THE INTRUDER!!! ALL MEN TO ENTRYWAY!!!" yelled the guard.
"YOU-" Issac didn't even finish his thought before taking such a powerful swing at the guard that he managed to catch him off guard and stab him through the chest.
"Ahhhohhhharrhhh..." the guard moaned, falling to the floor.
"ISSAC!" Ivan yelled, walking out of a nearby door. "STOP THAT!!!"
"I'm not done here!" Issac said, noticing the twenty or so guards now barreling towards him, spears poised for battle.
"Aw, crap!" Issac said, looking around for an idea on how to beat these well-trained guards. He saw right above them a large golden chandelier.
"ISSAC! GET OVER HERE!!!" Ivan called.
"GUARDS!" Sheba yelled. "STOP!"
"Huh?" all the guards stopped dead, and started looking at each other with rather quizzical looks.
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Mr. Jupiter: Well, now do you see why I'm making Issac a hotheaded murderous little dude? Yes, this story has a plot! Weird, huh?
Oh, and the contest is on for this chapter! If you know the title, and I know it's not THAT hard, send the following info:
NAME AGE GENDER PERSONALITY AND WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO LOOK LIKE
Chapter 6 - Bringing Down the Palace
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"Sheba! What are you doing here?" Ivan asked excitedly.
"I'm Tolbi's ruler now!" Sheba said, running down the stairs toward them.
"How the heck did that happen?" Issac asked.
"It's a long story, but basically, I visited here after Babi died and some crazy man said that I was his daughter, and everyone believed him, and... I'm a Lord now!" Sheba explained shortly. She wasn't wearing her usual clothes. She was dressed in a really fancy looking dress that dragged along the floor.
"Why did we come here?" Issac asked, changing the subject.
"Someone said they wanted to see us. Remeber, you idiot?" Ivan said, giving Issac a slap on the back of his head.
"JERK!" Issac yelled, kicking over a nearby statue.
"Hey!" Sheba protested. "That's a statue of ME, you realise?"
"Uh, sorry..." Issac said, looking at the ground. Sheba took Ivan aside.
"What exactly is wrong with Issac?" she asked.
"I don't know, really. I think he's going insane." Ivan answered.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!? INSANE!? ME?! I'M INSULTED!!!" Issac said blasting a hole in a nearby wall with his Psynergy.
"See what I mean? Insane." Ivan said. Issac didn't hear, because he was ripping up floor tiles and throwing them at some nearby guards.
"Are you sure he's okay? Because I think he needs some help..." Sheba said.
"NOT SO LOUD! He might hear you..." Ivan said, covering her mouth.
"I might hear what?" Issac said, walking up to them with a spear in his left arm.
"How'd that happen?" Sheba asked.
"You have VERY accurate guards, milady." Issac said.
"Maybe you should pull that out..."
"Nah, it's cool. Whooaaa..." Issac fainted.
"Issac!" Sheba said, rushing towards him.
"No, let him sleep. It might make him less crazy." Ivan said. "I'm gonna go find out who wants to see Issac."
*** *** *** ***
After about an hour of searching the palace, Ivan found who was searching for Issac. She was an elderly woman who sat at a bench on the second floor. She wore very large robes, and her face was covered by her hood.
"Are you Issac?" she asked.
"I'm a friend of his." Ivan answered. "What did you want to see him about?"
"He is in great danger." she answered. "An evil sorcerer is using his dark powers to drive your friend Issac to insanity."
"That explains a lot..." Ivan said thoughtfully.
"You must find this sorcerer, and get rid of him, or your friend Issac will go so far into insanity that he will be unable to converse with any other human being without much murder and swearing." said the old woman.
"Okay, so, where are we supposed to find said evil sorcerer?" Ivan asked.
"On an island in the center of the great eastern sea." said the old woman. "And island known as Lemuria."
"Awesome! We're going there anyway." Ivan said excitedly.
"Why is that?"
"Well, Issac wants to speak to our friend Piers, and we're investigating the postman in the name of WUSSCASE." Ivan explained.
"You're WUSSCASE agents?" asked the old lady. "Why didn't you say so! I'm also an agent!" she said, standing up. She removed her robe to reveal that she wasn't an old lady at all! She was a young boy about Ivan's age.
"Hi! I'm an undercover agent investigating reports that someone in this palace is stealing Tolbi's government funds." said the boy. "I've perfected the old lady act, huh?"
"Yeah, you were pretty convincing." Ivan said. "Anyway, what else can you tell us about this sorcerer?"
"He's really powerful, and conventional means of fighting won't work all that well." said the boy.
"So what do we do?" Ivan asked curiously.
"I don't know. I'm not a friggin' scholar. I'm just a bored little kid who joined the strange man's organization because my mom kicked me outside for setting fire to my little brother's hair."
"Oh-kay... I'm gonna go, now... Bye!" Ivan said, bolting downstairs.
*** *** *** ***
"So, how's Issac doing?" Ivan asked Sheba, referring to the unconscious Issac that was currently lying in a mangled looking heap on the floor of Sheba's palace.
"Oh, he'll live." Sheba said. "I'm sure he's had worse injuries than a severe concussion."
"He has a severe concussion?" Ivan said, his eyes widening.
"Well, according to the palace doctor. But he says that a severe concussion is nothing to a man of Issac's strengh." Sheba explained.
"Ah."
"So, while we're waiting for him to wake up, how about you tell me what you've been up to for the last few months?"
"I guess we could do that." said Ivan, following Sheba into her sitting room.
*** *** *** ***
"Ugh. Where the- HEY! Those losers left me lying on the floor! THIS DUSTY OLD STONE FLOOR!!! GAHHH!!!" Issac picked up a nearby vase, punching it so hard it shattered into fragments to small to measure. "They're gonna pay dearly for this, oh yes indeed. Heh heh heh..."
"What's so funny, sir?" asked a palace attendant.
"Oh, I'm just gonna murder Sheba and Ivan." Issac said, standing up.
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!!!" yelled the attendant. Dropping the plate he was carrying, he lept at Issac with his fist in the air.
"CALM DOWN!!!" Issac said, catching the airborne waiter and flipping him over his shoulder. The waiter now lay face-up on the floor where Issac had been lying.
"I am trained not only to serve but to protect." said the waiter. He climbed to his feet and rolled up the sleeves of his black waiter style tuxedo.
"Serve and protect, eh? Sounds like you're a cop. See ya!" Issac said, kicking the waiter in the face, stunning him momentarily. Issac took the chance to bail for the palaces front doors. He was almost there when...
"SOUND THE ALARM!!! INTRUDER INSIDE WITH MURDEROUS INTENT!!! SOUND THE ALARM!!!" the waiter yelled from behind him. A vein twitched in Issac's temple.
"YOU PILE OF PUKE!!! PREPARE TO DIE, FOOL!!!" Issac yelled as he ran toward the waiter, sword prepared to swing. Just as he was about to behead the waiter, another sword appeared and blocked the swing. Issac looked, and saw one of the palace guards.
"I'VE GOT THE INTRUDER!!! ALL MEN TO ENTRYWAY!!!" yelled the guard.
"YOU-" Issac didn't even finish his thought before taking such a powerful swing at the guard that he managed to catch him off guard and stab him through the chest.
"Ahhhohhhharrhhh..." the guard moaned, falling to the floor.
"ISSAC!" Ivan yelled, walking out of a nearby door. "STOP THAT!!!"
"I'm not done here!" Issac said, noticing the twenty or so guards now barreling towards him, spears poised for battle.
"Aw, crap!" Issac said, looking around for an idea on how to beat these well-trained guards. He saw right above them a large golden chandelier.
"ISSAC! GET OVER HERE!!!" Ivan called.
"GUARDS!" Sheba yelled. "STOP!"
"Huh?" all the guards stopped dead, and started looking at each other with rather quizzical looks.
¥¥¥ ¥¥¥ ¥¥¥ ¥¥¥
Mr. Jupiter: Well, now do you see why I'm making Issac a hotheaded murderous little dude? Yes, this story has a plot! Weird, huh?
Oh, and the contest is on for this chapter! If you know the title, and I know it's not THAT hard, send the following info:
NAME AGE GENDER PERSONALITY AND WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO LOOK LIKE