Random word of the day.

O_O - Lothranis

The Bird is the word

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

I had no idea what peat even was, roflcopter.

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Pickles inhaled and purred, stretching out his legs as he finally arrived at Dreamweaver port. He had instructed the others to wait for him to travel to Plume and join up with Calmara while he checked out the sites. Truth be told, only one person was needed to do such a thing but being their fearless leader kinda wore him out. They kept looking at him for a battle plan, but he was making stuff up as he went along just like the rest of them. Besides, Altheon was freaking him out. It was a little disconcerting to see a man that big and powerful start crying after the festivities were over because a travelling musician wanted to write an Aria about them. He clearly wasn't ready for serious battle yet no matter how bravely and quickly he charged into battle at the wraith's invasion at the sky flame festival.

Pickles looked around the busy and beautiful port, deciding to ask a local where the elder of the town first. The village elders tended to be the most knowledgeable of everyone.

"Excuse me miss," He said walking about up to an elven woman. "Can you help me."

"Not unless you want your arrow through that stupid tail of yours." She replied, slinging her bow across her back.

"I'd much rather you shot that at your real enemies. You know, the wraiths." He hissed, flattening his ears.

"Don't take it personally buddy, anyone that doesn't live in this town is my enemy. Until I figure out what that rock does." She said, hissing like at cat back at him. Pickles stared at her in confusion and backed away slowly.

"Well that was certainly strange." He mumbled to himself. He walked over to a human male.

"Excuse me sir," He began when she suddenly the man clapped his hands at him, a wave of water suddenly surged from the ground nearly drowning Pickles.

"What is your problem," Pickles growled, flexing his claws.

"You are, be glad I didn't use my weapon. We don't want your kind here. And take that weird rock with you!" He yelled, running off.

"Ahahaha." He heard the blacksmith laugh as forged a sword, "You might as well beat it kid. Unless you are a travelling merchant, which I can tell you aren't by your wares, we don't want you around here."

"Have the wraiths invaded?" Pickles asked, walking towards him.

"I don't know, we keep seeing some mysterious figure lurking around that rock. You better ask the elder if you want to know more." He said, motioning towards the hill. Pickles frowned, Lost City's elder had told him that there was something weird happening and now he knew who to turn to. Pickles thanked the man for his help and decided to check out the rock for himself. He walked up the hill toward the mysterious rock and brushed aside the peat and vegetation covering it. He tried to read the markings, rubbing first his paw and then his human hand against it but couldn't decipher it's meaning. It seemed like an ancient rock to be sure, but nothing to be afraid of.

"Don't touch that rock!" He suddenly heard a voice call out.

Lairian - Sanctuary

See that Venus, there's some educational value to this thread. b:chuckle


That being said, today's word is

picture.

Equin - Dreamweaver

This thread is dead...
*Takes picture*

Lairian - Sanctuary

Well, thanks for bringing it back up, at least for a little while Equin. b:thanks


Anyway, today's word shall be...

Nut.

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Psylana sighed, and hung her head as she pushed Alicia out of the way.

"I think, what she means to say is that we are looking for our friend." Psylana said, smiling sheepishly at the Priest.

"Even if you shoot me with a thousand arrows, a hundred more will take my place elves!" Alicia shouted.

"We mean no harm." Altheon said, placing his hands in the air. "Our friend here is just mentally unstable."

"It's not my fault that you all look the same!" Alicia growled, "If anything, the Priest should be apologizing to us for looking the same as that other elf."

"Yes, a nut. A lunatic. completely insane, she's lost her mind." Altheon said reassuringly, resting his chin in his fist and nodding sagely.

"Calmara, these are the noble warriors you spoke of? The ones that are going to save the world?" The priest asked incredulously, still preventing her from leaving with them.

"They look nothing alike." Psylana hissed, "The priests hair is brown; her eyes are brown; she looks like she's old enough to be her mother!"

"Excuse me?" The Priest asked incredoulsly.

"I mean sister. Her nice, younger sister." Psylana laughed nervously. "Truly the picture of beauty and health."

"Hmphm she's an old hag." Alicia snapped, "Now hand over the other elf so we can catch up to our leader. Or do you secretly want the wraiths to win?"

"Shut your mouth you filthy human!" An archer growled, his finger quivering as he held his bow taut.

"Alicia, you walked up to the Priest, punched her in the back of the head, grabbed her by the hair and tried to drag her over to the teleporter all while claiming that it was punishment for making you come to a dirty city." Altheon said, turning towards her. "Apologize already."

"We don't need her apology." The Elder of city said, stepping forward. "You have assaulted our Priest in an attempt to assault one of the priestess in training. A woman who has put her aside her studies to aide you in your journey. You all shall be punished." The Elder said, snapping her fingers.

"Elder, please." Calmara said, finally breaking free from the guards hold and rushing towards them. "We have an important mission here. We can't afford to lose any of our party."

"I told you to be quiet, unless you want to end up like them." The Elder said, crossing her arms over chest. "Take them to Bamboo village and keep them imprisoned there until we decide what to do with them."

"Oh come now, be reasonable. IF anything it was the human..." Psylana complained, as her arm was jerked behind her back.

"Be quiet." One of the archers said, shoving her forward to force to walk towards Bamboo village.

"All Pickles asked us to do was rendezvous with Calmara and head to Dreamweaver port....how did you manage to mess up such a simple order." Psylana growled at Alicia, who was being restrained by five different archers each one grabbing a limb and hoisting her above their heads, while the fifth pushed against her back so she didn't fall down and hurt herself.

"I told you to never trust an elf." Alicia hissed back. "I hate Plume City."

Kittennice - Heavens Tear

Nut. The universal word.

Nut can be used to...
****
Eat
And insult

Lairian - Sanctuary

Good to see you back Venus. b:pleased b:thanks


Today's word shall now be...


Pillow.

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Lairian - Sanctuary wrote: »

Good to see you back Venus. b:pleased b:thanks


Today's word shall now be...


Pillow.

Thankies

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"My skin is dry, lets take a dip in the lake." Goshiki said, walking behind Pickles as they glanced around Etherblade City.

"I really need to get back to Dreamweaver Port, I sent my friends a message but I don't know if I can trust the mesengers there to deliver it." Pickles frowned, "Besides, cat venomancers hate water."

"Alright, one quick dip and then we'll head to Lost and Plume. That's where you said your friends would be if they got held up, is it not?" He replied. "Besides, I need to make this report."

"Alright, fine." Pickles humphed. "But I'm NOT joining you." He said walking towards the lake.

Meanwhile, Alicia growled and shook at the bars of the cell the three had been thrown in. "Oh come on at least me get some fashion out of my bag, Pigeons!" She yelled as the guards walked off laughing. She was in a leopard tank top and a pair of black bikini shorts, banging on the door.

"I don't think that's going to help at all." Psylana said, drawing her knees up and hugging them against her chest. They had taken all of the items in their bag, and their gear and weapons. She was just glad her undergarments consisted of capris, nothing too revealing.

"I have to say, there are worse ways for a man to be imprisoned." Altheon laughed, taking a seat on a bench. HE didn't even bother pretend having modesty as he flexed his muscles and grinned every time Psylana or Alicia got caught staring at him. Though he at least had the decency not to stare at them, instead closing his eyes and resting his head on the back back wall.

"Are you guys okay?" They heard a quiet whisper, as Calmara crawled over to them once the guards had walked off.

"Just get us out of here, elf." Alicia hissed quietly, "This is all your fault you know." Calmara just ignored her and began fumbling with the lock. "Hurry up!" Alicia hissed again.

"Will you shutup? I swear she must have the will of Pangu himself to put up with your constant badgering. This is all your fault!" Psylana finally snapped. "If you hadn't of walked into Plume like it was a battle zone maybe we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Shh, be quiet it's really okay." Calmara whispered, waving her palms in the air.

"Shutup you stinking fish!!" Alicia yelled. Psylana tackled her to the ground and began slapping her. Alicia rolled her eyes and easily pushed her off before punching her in the face.

"As much as I hate to break up my personal rule about watching beautiful women fight...." Altheon murmured, as he pulled Alicia off of Psylana.

"Stop it, you're going to kill her. And you're both making entirely too much noise, do you want the guards to hear our escape?" He said, holding her back as Psylana wiped a bit of blood of her mouth.

"Humphm, I could taken her." Psylana replied, folding her arms across her chest.

"Got it!" Calmara said triumphantly, holding up the lock.

"Geeze Calmara, we didn't want have to lock you up to." One of the guards said disappointedly, clicking the lock back in place before the others could think to move. They escorted her behind a tree and made her hand them her gear and weapons and bag, and gave her a simple ballroom gown to change into and pushed her into the cell with the others.

"Why does she get to wear her clothes!" Alicia yelled, pointing at her.

"She's our priestess in training; who just happened to be too nice for her own good. You on the other are just a no good smelly human who assaulted our high priest!" The guard replied back, kicking some dirt at her. The other guard laughed and they walked off. Altheon shrugged and sat down on the ground. Calmara sighed calmly and rest her head on his shoulder. He looked at her questioningly.

"I've heard in times of great stress, a friend's shoulder makes the best most comforting pillow." She answerd his silent question. He leaned back, and stretched out arm to make it more comfortable to her.

"Wise advice indeed. Who told you that." He asked, as Psylana came and sat next to them. He made room for her as well, the three finding comfort in each other.

"The Priest you three assaulted." Calmara replied, staring up at the ceiling and frowning.

"Feh, stupid elf." Alicia complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Whatever, lets get some sleep it's going to be a long night." Psylana replied, closing her eyes. Altheon yawned and closed his eyes, settling in for the night.

"I agree." Calmara replied, shouting her own. When she suddenly felt a weight on her lap. She opened one eye and saw Alicia growling, resting her head just above her knee. Alicia blushed at being caught, but made no attempt to move.

"You're softer than the ground, that's all okay." She snapped, blushing and turning her head so she was gazing outside the cell. Calmara shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes.

"Whatever you say, warrior."

Lairian - Sanctuary

D'awww b:cute



The word for today shall be...


broom

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Pickles sighed as they finally arrived in Plume, while showing Goshiki around he somehow got roped into letting some crazy blademaster decked out in cloth armor follow him too. She was babbling incessantly about treasure to Goshiki, who at the least seemed to enjoy her company.

"You two wait here." He said, they nodded and began touring the sites as Dizzy made up some other tall tale about all the treasure she had acquired smacking people around with an arcane sword whose metal properties were best suited for channeling the arcane arts through.

"Excuse me miss.." He said walking up to the cosmetic master who was sweeping up some hair she had just cut into a dustpan.

"Yes." She asked, resting her chin on the handle of her broom.

"Have you seen my friend Calmara. She was supposed to meet me in dreamweaver port...." He began when suddenly the woman began attacking him with the broom.

"Guards, another one of the traitors has arrived!" She yelled, swatting at Pickles as he tried to run away though the broom made it hard in his cat form.

"Here kitty kitty kitty..." One of the guards said, slowly inching towards Pickles. Pickles hissed and ran up the handle of the broom that the woman was swatting a him at perched no top of her head. The guard leapt towards him and Pickles jumped over his head causing the guard to collide with the cosmetic master instead. She knocked over her bucket of supplies and it landed on her head, spilling soap and water and tools every where. Pickles quickly took of rushing towards the elder.

"Get him!" The cosmetic master yelled, lifting the bucket from her head and shaking her broom wildly in the air at another guard.

"If I can just get to her maybe I can sort this whole thing out..." He thought out loud. He was halted as two arrows suddenly landed next to him. He turned around and saw an archer guard pluck back his bow and aim it dead at him. Pickles skidded to a halt and summoned his animal companion.

"Herc, don't kill him!" He shouted as he ran off. The archer growled and shot at the herc as it swung towards him but he quickly evaded it's strike and rushed towards Pickles. Pickles leapt into a bush and quickly transformed into his human form. Before standing up and yelling.

"Ma'am did you see which way that cat went?" The archer asked.

"He went that it, it's so scary. Can you belive it talks?" Pickles responded.

"Don't worry ma'am I'm on the job." The archer replied, winking at Pickles and dashing off. Pickles rolled his eyes and began walking towards the elder calmly.

"Hey...wait a minute. That woman has cat ears..." One of the guards said, pointing at him.

"It's the intruder, a venomancer, get him!" Another one responded, rushing towards him.

"So much for that disguise." He murmured, breaking into a mad dash toward the elder. He felt an arrow land in his shoulder and winced in pain but didn't stop moving. If he actually really fought back, they might not believe he came there in peace. He felt another arrow pierce his back and fell to the ground in front of the Elder, panting.

"Listen great elder, I come in peace. I'm only here to inquire about the health of my friends." Pickles panted, the Elder held up her hand to halt guards and then motioned for the Priest; who quickly healed his wounds.

"Who are you friends?" She asked.

"The traitors!" A guard responded, but the Elder silenced him again.

"It this true?" She asked.

"Yes, we're on a great quest to end the wraith invasion once and for all." Pickles nodded, keeping his head bowed. "I don't know what happened here but it must have been some sort of misunderstanding." He insisted. The Elder considered his words for a moment, tapping her chin with her index finger absentmindedly.

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to free your friends but you'll have to undergo a trial." She replied at last. "If it's found they are innocent and you can prove your worthiness and ability to defeat the wraiths. Then I won't stand in your way."

"But Ma'am!" The priest shouted. "Surely you can't be serious."

"I have spoken." The elder replied, "Now leave me while I decide your trial. Your friends are held at bamboo village you can visit them there while we prepare."

"Thank You." Pickles bowed, before leaping into the air and landing on his giant bird. He flew off quickly, hoping that they were alright.

Lairian - Sanctuary

b:tired



The word for today:

Box

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

@Lai...wake up sleepy head...XDb:chuckle
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"How are you guys?" Pickles asked the next morning, holding the bars.

"We are rotting in a way in this smelly hole, how do you think we feel?" Alicia mumbled.

"We are as well as we can be under the circumstances. The guards have fed us well." Calmara said softly, "And allowed us to bathe this morning."

"It certainly felt good being in the lake." Psylana admitted, stretching out her arms.

"You would say that, she transforms into a fish person. So you know, feel free to eat her. I heard that's what cats are good for." Alicia commented.

"Yes, I've seen your race's err...mermaid form." Pickles laughed, thinking of Goshiki in etherblade lake. He hoped he and Dizzy weren't causing too much trouble in Plume though they said they simply wanted to see the sights.

"So how long until we get out of here?" Altheon asked, stifling a yawn.

"I have to complete some trials first, but the Elder has not told me what they are yet." Pickles replied, "but I'm sure it won't be too difficult, whatever it is."

"Well in the meanwhile, can you see if they would let us have some clothes?" Alicia asked, "Altheon is annoying without his shirt on." She frowned, crossing her arms over chest.

Altheon laughed, and flexed his muscle. "You are just mad at yourself for being unable to control yourself around me. I've caught you staring at me." He teased. "It's okay, it's natural. I have this effect on most women."

"What the heck else is there to do but look at you guys all day?" Alicia complained, "I feel like I"m losing my mind here. I blame the elf."

"Well, I convinced them to allow you to do one thing..." Pickles said, pulling out a small golden box from his bag. "I noticed you always open these before battle."

"Humph just because you know one little detail about me, doesn't mean anything." Alicia snapped, as Pickles pushed the item awkwardly through the bars. She opened it up and frowned. "A sadness card. How appropriate. Looks like we'll never get out of this place..."

"Just because you have no luck gambling..." Psylana groaned, "doesn't mean anything. Have faith in our leader."

"Faith is for fools. Champions are the only ones who win these things." Alicia snapped, shaking it at Psylana. "Every night my father would go gamble in the cube of fate, and every night he would buy me something from all the winnings he had in there. The day he was killed by those blasted elves during the millennium war, he came home empty handed. All he had was a blasted sadness card. Ever since then I've kept up his tradition, and I've never lost until now. It's an omen from Pangu!" Alicia shouted at last. "We're going to die here, I'm going to get killed by the elves just like my father and so many other human warriors."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Calmara replied after a lengthy silence, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But worry not, Pickles is going to get us out of this. And if he is unable to complete the trials, I'll sacrifice myself. A priest or priestess in-training's dying wish must be fulfilled by the Elder if it is in their power. It is tradition since we aren't allowed to marry."

"An elf sacrificing themselves for a human?" Alicia spat, "Sure, and I'm Pangu."

"I swear it." Calmara assured her, "Our mission is too important to sacrifice for the needs of one person. If we can defeat the wraiths there won't need to be any more bloodshed. The Priest and priestess in training can end that tradition because we won't need to be symbols of hope and stability. We have to stop them, at all costs. And it seems as though you're the ones to do it. Any cleric can do what I do for you all."

"...I can't let you do that." Alicia said at last, "The only thing worse than an elf killing me, is allowing harm to come to a comrade."

"It won't come to any of that. I shall pass this trial." Pickles replied, "On my honor, I swear I will free you all."

"I don't know why you guys are being so dramatic. I've seen Pickles in action, there isn't anything the Elder can throw at the guy that he can't handle. We're the Thahn loving saviors of the Earth. Pfft, what's a little trial?" Altheon said dismissively. "Just hope it isn't a dance battle, because I'm the king of that. I'd dance circles around any one of you."

"Oh, please." Psylana laughed, "You're too stupid to win any kind of challenge that involves intelligence, Mr. Destroy a person's entire teepee because something is stuck to your sword. You probably can't even do basic math."

"Yeah, that's what every warrior needs in the battlefield, a working knowledge of algebra." Atheon laughed.

"Pfft, if I had a coin for every time you guys got yourselves injured by even the most weakest of the wraiths, I'd be rich!" Calmara laughed. Alicia wrapped her arms around her knees and smiled at the three's antics, grateful for the change in mood.

"Just protect them all, if you can." She said, turning towards Pickles. "Not that I care, i'd just hate to owe an elf anything." She sniffed, turning back towards the group and smacking Altheon on the back of the head as he started dancing.

"I promise." Pickles said quietly, leaving his squad to prepare for the trial ahead.

Lairian - Sanctuary

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver wrote: »

@Lai...wake up sleepy head...XDb:chuckle
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Awww, do I have to? b:sad



Anyway, I guess today's word is...

bed.
(b:sin)

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Pickles stretched as he got of the small bed he made with abundance of leaves surrounding the plush Bamboo village. The elven lands were certainly beautiful and he probably would have liked to have visited the land under better circumstances. He stared at his squad's sleeping features, who were all leaning against the bars of their cell so they could all be closer to him. Calmara had been giving him some details on typical challenges young warriors received, in hopes they might give him some clue on what to expect. Out of the trials she described, flying to the highest point in Plume and obtaining a token of trials seemed to be the easiest. He hoped that was he what he got.

"The Elder is ready to see you." One of the guards said to him, as he ate some of the fish he had caught out of the stream the previous day. He nodded and grabbed his bag, following them back to Plume.

"Alright brave warrior, they are a series of trials for you to complete. First, you must test your ability to fly in a symbolic test I'm sure you will have no trouble with," The elder said. Pickles nodded, grinning. "Secondly, you must kill some wraiths around plume and bring me 50 of their heads."

"Sounds easy enough." Pickles nodded.

"Thirdly, you must kill for me a powerful wraith named the Lord of Percussion. To prove you have killed him, you must back a piece of his broken drum." The elder went on.

"You want me to attempt to enter the Twilight Temple without my companions?" Pickles said nervously, many had attempted such a feat but as of yet no one had survived.

"And there is one more trial you must endure." The elder said, grinning. "We elves have harnessed the power of life and death and have talked to the spirits of this world. And so shall you. Speak to the celestial elder and he will give you an orb to aid in this process."

"And once I have the orb?" Pickles asked.

"You must die." The elder said, "And come back to us after communicating with the ghosts."

"That's risky. Once you get in contact with them, there is a chance you won't be able to be resurrected, besides that a person can only cheat death so many times and I have to first venture in to the Twilight Temple." Pickles said.

"Your companions were sentenced to death," The elder said simply, "A life for life seems fair to me. Will you accept these challenges?" She asked.

"Yes, I shall." Pickles nodded.

"Alright then, you may begin in one hour. My associates are preparing the chest of trials now." The elder said, raising her hand in the air as confirmation to the surrounding crowd. Who erupted in anger, jeering loudly. "May Pangu have mercy on your soul." She replied.

Lairian - Sanctuary

This should be interesting...




Let's see now...today's word is

Preen.

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Pickles jumped on top of his bird, and soared into the air when he suddenly felt an arrow wiz past him.

"What is this?" He asked, as an archer silently pulled back the arrow quietly and shot again. Pickles dodged the arrow anyway and continued flying upward.

"We can't let the traitors free no matter what the elder says." He heard, a shot of lightning shooting at him and hitting Pickles in the stomach. He winced in pain but refused to attack back. He had a goal to accomplish, allowing them to provoke him into launching another assault on the elves would only give them what they wanted. Pickles felt an arrow dig into the ribs of his armor and clutched the wound in pain, as his own blood dripped onto his birds wings.

Seeing the chest of trials finally he leapt off his bird and began attempting to open but this time a bunch of razor sharp feathers dug into his arm and another arrow dug into his side. He reached into his bag and quickly ate some herbs to heal his wounds. And began working on digging the chest again, when he saw more arrows coming towards him. He winced in pain but felt nothing happen as they collapsed uselessly to the ground and the magic fizzled out around him. He saw the genie the watcher of the earth gave him flying around him in circles.

"Sorry but that's my treasure." He heard a voice say, he looked up and saw Dizzy wrap her arms around one of the elves and smile. Goshiki had the archer in a bear hug, who growled in frustration.

"The sites are very beautiful, but can we go to Archosaur? I'd like to wrap up this report and take it to my elder." Goshiki said, smiling bravely. Pickles nodded, and quickly pulled out the trial of tokens, jumping onto the bird and quickly descending. He handed the trial to the Elder.

The elder stared at the token, and Pickles wounds in shock. She turned towards his bird, that was preening it's feathers and smiled.

"Warrior, do you know why this city is called the City of the Plume?" She asked, waving towards the Priest who quickly healed Pickles; patting him on the back.

"That giant feather statue?" He asked. The Elder nodded, smiling softly.

"Yes, that is part of the reason. But do you know why the bird Preens it's feathers?" She asked, Pickles shrugged.

"Helps him to fly better."

"IT helps him soar, young warrior. To feel pride in it's accomplishments. Preen and Plume mean the same thing, to be exultant. Proud. It's why the winged elves wings are symbols of all that they are, we'd sooner die than let our wings remain dirty. We are a proud and noble race that dominates the skies with power and beauty. You have demonstrated a similar quality today, by obtaining this symbol. By having more pride and honor than to allow others to stop you from obtaining your goal of saving your friends. If any had doubted that these trials are not a fair demonstration of your worthiness and ability to save the world itself, let them see this symbol and be quieted for all time." She said, stringing a thread through it and placing it around his neck.

"Thank you." Pickles said, staring at the necklace.

"Now go forth and save your friends." She exclaimed, Pickles looked around and saw the crowd erupt into cheers this time. Rooting for him despite the actions of the two who had teamed up to stop him from reaching the chest. Who glared angrily and silently instead. Pickles leapt on his bird and took off into the air.

Lairian - Sanctuary

......................I can't think of anything to say. b:cry


Well, there is one thing, and that would be the word for today, which is...

Window.

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Alicia sighed as she used a towel to dry her hair. She glanced over to Psylana, who came out of the water in her mermaid form and then transformed back into her regular form so that only her feet dipped in the water. She wasn't wet at all, the water had instantaneously dried as soon as she shifted forms.

"That was refreshing." Alicia commented, trying to find a way to actually get along with her squadmates now that she was mostly confined to a cell with them.

"Indeed." Psylana replied, standing up and stretching. "Do you want to check on the others, since this is our free exercise period?" She asked. They were being allowed an hour and a half of exercise a day, one half hour earlier in the morning and one hour now. Besides a shower and three meals a day, they spent the rest of their time in their cell. Alicia shrugged and peeked into the window of one of the exercise rooms. She saw Altheon lifting some rucksacks filled with rocks as weights, and Calmara running in place.

"They aren't doing anything interesting." Alicia said, turning towards Psylana. Psylana rolled her eyes, and asked a guard to escort them into the exercise room anyway.

"Hello warriors." Psylana greeted. Calmara ran towards them but continued to run in place.

"Hi." She said smiling.

"Hello ladies." Altheon said, suddenly dropping the bag and walking over to her Alicia.

"I must say you look very nice in that bikini." He said, draping an arm around her. Alicia punched him in the arm, and he winced and grinned.

"So....who else misses killing things?" Alicia asked, trying to find a good topic of conversation. The others just gave her a questioning look, before shrugging.

"I do wish we could be helping Pickles right now, but we're trapped here." Psylana said at last. The mood quickly grew somber and Alicia bit the inside of her lip trying to come up with something to lighten the mood.

"Um...remember that time I totally embarrassed you in Archosaur by making you wear that ridiculous outfit?" Alicia asked Altheon. Altheon knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"Do you mean when I danced? I thought that was fun, and that I looked good..." He mumbled to himself.

"Well you didn't. You looked so ridiculous. It was so funny. Am i right guys?" Alicia said turning towards Psylana and Calmara. Who glared at her for minute, before turning towards Altheon.

"I thought you were quite attractive." Calmara said reassuringly.

"Indeed." Psylana agreed, "You're very handsome."

"Heh, most women think so." Altheon said, flexing a muscle and kissing it. "It's the boulders." Psylana and Calmara laughed and three began chatting amongst themselves. Alicia growled in frustration, when she snapped her fingers. She knew what to do, she'd tell a joke. Everyone liked jokes.

"Hey guys, want to hear a jokes. This one always slays when I tell it to guildies." She announced.

"Sure." Altheon agreed folding his arms across his chest.

"Alright, how do you keep an elf busy for hours?" She asked. Alicia paused for a moment, ignoring the skeptical looks. "Tell them to sit in the corner of a round room." The room grew silent, and Psylana frowned and opened her mouth but was interrupted by Calmara giggling.


"That one is funny." Calmara said at last. Alicia grinned.

"Told ya."

"Alright, how many humans does it take to light a lattern?" Calmara asked.

"How many?" Alicia asked.

"None, they don't want to be enlightened." Calmara replied. Alicia laughed loudly and soon everyone was joining in.

Lairian - Sanctuary

Making your own racist jokes now huh? b:scorn Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter, since nobody really cares about those these days except for the people that are trying to be overly PC. b:chuckle


Anyway, I suppose today's word should be...


Book.

StormHydra - Sanctuary

I hate ebooks.

They made Borders close down.

Lairian - Sanctuary

The Borders nearest me is, somehow, still surviving. I guess maybe they're starting up some online component as well or something.




Anyways, today's word is...

Remote.

Equin - Dreamweaver

I lost my remote.


(Borders at my place didn't close down too ;D i guess they only close their stores in the non populated places)

Juriana - Heavens Tear

Honey pack your bags and buy the plane tickets, I've bought us a remote island off the coast of Nebraska.

Yes I do know that Nebraska has no coast lines, it's just the first thing that popped into my head ><

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Pickles laughed as he watched Dizzy and Goshiki run around Archosaur. Dizzy was telling fantastical (and obviously false) tales about the area as Goshiki listened with rapt attention. He had stopped off here as promised while he got supplies to take on the Elder's second challenge. He had to kill 50 wraiths and then chop off their heads and bring them back to her. It was certainly a grizzly challenge, but apparently they were able to do something with the heads.

"And this here is a skill book! You use it to learn various techniques." Dizzy announced loudly, waving one in front of Goshiki.

"And can anyone learn these techniques?" Goshiki asked. Pickles glanced up at the book they were talking about and realized it was a pet skill book. His fellow venomancers used them to teach their animal companions various techniques to aid them in battle.

"Of course!" Dizzy answered, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm going to learn how to roar!" She announced, suddenly spinning around and roaring at various people walking by. Goshiki laughed loudly and tried it out himself. People quickly moved away from them.

"It seems to be highly effective." Goshiki said, placing an arm around her. "You certainly have an eye for treasure."

"Of course I do!" Dizzy said, striking a pose suddenly. "I'm a great treasure hunter! Stick with me and we'll be rich. We'll sail the seas and own a giant castle on a remote island. We'll sail to Etherblade whenever we want to see the city, but otherwise we'll spend our days relaxing. We'll have every kind of food and giant swimming pools for you to swim in." Dizzy explained dramatically.

"I'd like that." Goshiki replied.

"Well let's head out." Pickles said, turning towards the pair.

"...I actually have to head back to Raging Tides now." Goshiki said, "I have so much to tell the Elder."

"Oh, do you have to leave now?" Dizzy pouted. Goshiki nodded and Dizzy suddenly grabbed his hand and twirled them both around. "I know, I'll go with you. You know, to protect my investment. It's your fault I fell from the sky, you owe me treasure!" She laughed, dragging him excitedly toward the teleport master. She bounced away as Goshiki waved goodbye as fast as he could before being dragged off.

"Those two are really something else." Pickles laughed to himself, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Alright then, time to kill some wraiths." He said, talking to the teleport agent himself and heading back to Plume.

Lairian - Sanctuary

Good to see someone else other than Venus any myself in this thread. b:chuckle

The word for today is...

Random.

Equin - Dreamweaver

i poot random video on poooost

Lairian - Sanctuary

b:shocked That was really f'n creepy.


Anyway, today's word for today shall be...


Tomato.

Equin - Dreamweaver

tomato. (toe-mah-toe)

VenusArmani - Dreamweaver

Pickles sat down on the ground, bored as he killed another plant like wraith. They were incredibly easy to kill and were more spys and scouts and pests than anything actually dangerous. The plant hissed at him and his herc smacked it across the face, a couple of times and it fell to the ground. The problem with collecting the heads wasn't so much the killing of the creatures, it was knocking their heads off before their body disappeared so that he could put it into his bag. He examined the wraith heads which were purple and leafy. He had half a mind to just cut up some tomatoes and make the elder a salad out of the heads, it would probably serve more use to her than this.

"Excuse me , ma'am." He heard a voice say, he leaned back so he could see behind him a bit and saw a random human wearing beach clothing.

"I'm a guy, but continue." Pickles said. The male raised an eyebrow at Pickles husky voice, considering it was coming out of a woman dressed in a bikini top and mini skirt and heels.

"Er, sorry about that. I guess you're one of those venomancers then; whose really a guy." He mumbled.

"Now what gave you that idea," Pickles retorted as he pointed impatiently to his ears.

"Well, it's all the rage to wear fake kitty ears these days. Even the guys are doing it." The man huffed. Pickles cringed, he had seen that particular haircut and had always found it strange. You didn't see him strapping elf wings to his head.

"Does this have a point?" He asked.

"OH yes, sorry." The guy replied, rubbing the back of his head. "I was wondering if you could help me out."

"What do you need?" Pickles growled, the guy was getting on his nerves.

"Well I was wondering if you could help me kill some of these things; I'm not strong liek you are and I really want to impress this girl by bringing her back some of those heads. I heard they have great medicinal properties."

"Sorry buddy, but I'm on a great quest to save my friends." Pickles said, rolling his eyes.

"Well then, can I have some money?" He asked, "So I can at least buy her something nice. Please! I'm not big and strong like you are."

"No..." Pickles said shaking his head, "Trust me if you can learn to hone your skills you'll be a fine warrior capable of..."

"Please!" The man said, grabbing Pickles by the arm and shaking him.

"Fine, be that way. But you'll be sorry." The man threatened, pointing a finger at Pickles. Pickles shook his head as the guy stormed off.

"Idiot..." He mumbled, turning back toward the task at hand. He saw the herc kill another one but yet again it's head didn't fall before it's body disappeared into the soil. He growled in frustration, wrapping his tail around his waist and crossing his arms. IT was going to be a long day.