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Undersea Quest [Closed RP]
#608092 - Thu Aug 24 2006 10:08 AM
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Without warning, waters capable of flooding the entire city washed forth! Yet, the waters weren't coming from the ocean! They were approaching from the side of the city opposite the ocean! How could this be? Yet, few people stopped to ponder this question as they ran as fast as they could! Yet, it seemed as though nobody could run fast enough. Hundreds of people were picked up by the rushing waters and washed toward the ocean.
You are one of those people! Oh no, how will you stop yourself from drowning?! Ack, you have more immediate worries! How will you avoid hitting that huge wall of magical light that suddenly appeared?! As the waters carry you toward the light, you realize that there is nothing you can do to avoid hitting the light.
As you make contact with the strange magical light, you quickly fall unconscious.
Some time later, you wake up. You find yourself underwater. Yet, you don't feel as though you are starting to drown. You're... your're breathing underwater! Will you swim for the surface? Will you swim around and check out your underwater surroundings? Whatever you decide to do, you'll find it much easier thanks to your new fish tail. Somehow, you have been transformed into a merperson.
Just what is going on here?
OOC: I'm running this adventure thread in order to conclude the events in Seaside Mystery. That adventure was already more than half over when it died, so I expect this to be a relatively short adventure. You may sign up even if you weren't in Seaside Mystery, and you don't even have to read the Seaside Mystery thread. All of the people who took part in Seaside Mystery certainly are invited to join, though.
The city that got flooded during the intro above is the same one that Seaside Mystery took place in, and it happened as the heroes of that thread were searching for the sea gems. Thus, this thread is picking up right where Seaside Mystery left off.
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.
If you want to join, please be ready to post at least once a week (though I'll understand if you take a vacation at some point.)
I'll allow up to 7 people to join.
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Magic Gone Wrong .... WAY WRONG !
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This restaurant is good. It is outstanding. The seafood firepot is excellent, and the firecracker lamb divinely tasty and fiery too. It's a real pleasure to find food with scrumptious fresh chiles in it. So juicy and flavorful.
I am carefully licking my platter clean, stroking my long muscular forked prehensile tongue thoroughly over the fine china. It is shortly after I begin this, that I first notice an odd sound.
A sort of roar, like a freight train coming .... or like very heavy surf.
I raise my head, turning my eyes this way and that, slightly mantling my brilliantly polychromatic feathered wings.
The roar keeps getting louder and louder. The intensity beginning to shake the building, the lamp sconces responding by shaking in their sockets. And then, the silverware on the table begins to dance.
Oh crud !
I leap away from the table.
it must be an earthquake !
I move away from my completed repast and the table upon which the dinnerware rests. I am focused upon the door. It is quite apparent, that other guests have the same idea. The exit is a bit of a constriction, but we all manage to get through. For me, the instinct in earthquakes is to take flight, and be away from the ground and all the threats that reside there.
But.
To do so, I need enough clearance to fully open and deploy my wings. Where I am is a network of alleys. Too tight for flight. So, eager to get away from the brick buildings, I move with the crowd, towards more open spaces.
holy simolians, that roaring is even louder now !
The broad thoroughfare onto which this maze of alleys opens, is in distant sight, when suddenly the roaring ramps up astonishingly in intensity.
And then, from the rear, I and those about me, are swept from our feet. Turbulent swirling debris fouled waters, fling us all cattywampus, swirling one way and then another. Amidst so many waterborne bodies, it is impossible to avoid the buffeting and beating of those around me or to gain purchase upon anything as we are swept past.
Over and over I find myself sucked and tumbled beneath the oily surface of this irresistable torrent. I would cry out, but I am too busy coughing up water and trying to keep my head above water. My waterlogged wings are not going to lift me above this mealstrom. All I can do is desperately struggle.
And then we are washed into a broad concourse, the esplanade that is the last man made item before the city becomes the beach, and thereafter the sea.
We are being washed out to sea.
And there, there before us is this weird looking irridescent glowing barrier.
And
And
And
There ahead, upon the beach, I see those before me, who are swept through that barrier. I see them seem to disappear as they pass through it. No wait, they are sinking limply into the water, once they have touched it.
electrocuted ? knocked out ? we are going to drown !
I redouble my efforts to resist the current, but find myself inexorably swept to the sea, and the mystic barrier of light.
Fear
FEAR
FEAR
And then I am nearly upon it.
oh God !
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disorientation
I am drifting, head over tail beneath the turbulent waves
It is so quiet
So peaceful
So
I snap to full awareness
I am suffering from anoxia
I must get air ... now ... before I drown and perish forever ...
I endeavor to upright myself and head for air
Life sustaining air
My body does not work right. And yet, somehow, I find a way to propel myself upward, wriggling and flexing up Up UP.
The shimmering surface of the waters. That silver veil that separates water from air, is arriving fast. I seek it with more enthusiasm. Oddly I am surprised that my lungs do NOT feel about to explode. I am not in pain, but driven I am. Driven by fear and desperation. And driven by the spirit moved by my desire to live, I accelerate and suddenly.
I explode from the water and soar into the air. I reach forward, extending my arms in jubilance. And see nothing. I turn my head, save, that my head does not exactly turn. My eyes do however and I see .... fins, where I should observe my arms.
what the ....?
And then my soaring flight above the waves is a windswept dive back into the rolling sea.
Sploosh.
I am beneath the water again.
and realize in despair:
I forgot to take a breath !
It is too late. Irresistable reflex takes over and I open my mouth and suck in a huge mouthful of the salty sea water.
no ! NO ! my lungs will be flooded !
but the water flows, into my mouth and I am refreshed and invigorated. I gape again, sucking another eager mouthful of the waters of life and feel oxygen flowing within my veins again. Greedily I suck mouthful after mouthful.
I am confused, perplexed, disoriented.
what has happened to me ? what ?
Still, I seem to be OK, though I really don't understand what has happened to me. Folks must be in trouble, I feel reasonably good, maybe I can help others who are in trouble.
Mysteriously propelling myself by a means that I am unsure of and have not yet been able to see, I move through the water.
It is odd, I cannot feel my legs.
do I have spinal injuries ?
I slice through the waters .....
fisChi Yao
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After receiving a PM from Yao Chi where he asked for permission to become a fish instead of a merperson (a request which I happily granted,) I see that my initial plans for the transformations limited a player's freedom too much. I'm going to allow players to decide for themselves what kind of underwater creature they become, and players may get creative like Yao Chi did. I do reserve the right to not allow any forms I feel will ruin the thread, though.
Many thanks to Yao Chi for helping me see new creative potential in this thread!
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((OOC: I'd like to give this a shot, even though Yao Chi is a tough act to follow. XD))
Julian is at a bar splicing the mainbrace when the roaring starts. "A tornado?" he wonders aloud. The mug of rum still in his hand, the captain staggers outdoors to see what's going on.
"Avast!" Jones shouts upon seeing the huge torrent of water approaching at an alarming rate. He turns in the opposite direction and runs as fast as he can, still clutching his mug, his large frame inadvertantly shoving others out of the way, when he remembers he can use magic.
"Levita..." he starts to say, but the rushing waters have already caught up with him, knocking the captain off his feet and sweeping him down the streets, towards the ocean. If only he hadn't been drinking, he might've been able to think and cast his spell a little faster!
"Scupper it all!" the pirate mage thinks as he swirls around underwater, kicking hard and pushing with all his might to break the surface. He's able to come up for air for only a second, just long enough to realize that he and everything and everyone else with him are about to collide with some weird wall of light.
"It was fun while it lasted," is his final thought as he hits the magical light.
Julian opens his...eye...to see the underwater landscape before him, all coral reef and colorful fish. "Is this Davy Jones' locker?" he wonders. "Not what I was expecting. I thought it would be more...lockerish." He looks up to see the sun shining on the surface of the water above him, then back down to see....
"Blast, what's happened to me?!" The captain brings his hands to his face, astonished at the bright red and white stripes running up and down his arms and the webs between his fingers. Under his arms are large fins in the same color pattern that can fan out, and long spines that run down the middle of his back. From the waist down he's all fish, with the same stripes ending in a beautiful, transparent fin. He still has his shirt on, only more tattered than ever, and his breastplate...everything else, besides his eyepatch, is gone.
"I look like a giant candy cane. And you'd think if they were going to go through the trouble of making me a merman, they'd give me my other eye back at least." The pirate turned fishman touches his neck, feeling gills on either side opening and closing in sequence. "So that's how it works. I reckon there's nothing to do now but get used to swimming around. Maybe now I can explore some shipwrecks and get even more treasure." He darts through the water, propelled by the strong new muscles in his lower body, not even considering that fish people probably won't have much use for money....
((OOC again: I based Julian's new appearance off a lionfish. Their spines are poisonous, but only capable of causing a lot of pain, not death. If that would still cause a problem for the RP, then Julian's spines can be purely for decoration and showing off. You can also say the light/transformation nullified his magic abilities.))
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Art by Kimara Archer
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((OOC: My thanks to the GM for allowing this entry post to be Fayrith's Intro to the Dream as well. Be warned: Long post ahead! ~.^ ))
PART 1: Temple of the Earth Goddess
Fayrith Myrnmad stepped out of the cool dim green marble interior of the only earth goddess temple she had so far found directions to in this strange city. She had felt comforted to know that the weird world she had awoken to this morning at least had someplace in it that felt remotely familiar, even though this world's temple was not really like those she was accustomed to.
She mentally tallied what she had accomplished since dawn, when a city bell tolled the rising of the sun and awakened her...
"By Goddess! What is that?"
She had tried to rub her eyes to clear her vision, as the room she had awakened in didn't seem quite what she remembered going to sleep in.
Pointing an accusatory finger at a white wooden chair with colorful posies painted across the seat, she had told it, "You are a roughhewn pinewood bench!"
The chair either hadn't believed her or much preferred its current identity, for it continued being white and pretty.
She had shaken her head then and poured tepid water out of a white marble pitcher into a white marble wash basin on a white marble countertop. She shook her finger again at those items and scolded, "You were all plain old porcelain last night!"
But the washing utensils cared no more for her pronouncement than the chair had and simply sat in silent taunting to her sanity.
She had pinched herself then to be sure she was awake. How could things have changed while she slept overnight? She was always a light sleeper when not in her more familiar forest surroundings, so it was quite unlikely someone could have entered and exchanged the furnishings without her having awakened!
She considered options while trying to get more awake, but could only really think that somehow she had eaten or drunk something the night before that would have drugged her during her sleep? But for what purpose she could not imagine, as none of her belongings seemed to be missing or disturbed, and she herself seemed to be all in one piece and well-rested, albeit confused.
Her belongings may not have been disturbed, but she became HIGHLY disturbed when, after throwing on her long spring-green cotton tunic and finishing dressing and gathering her things, she stepped out into the hallway--to discover the whole inn was not the one she recalled from the previous night! And the same for the city, as she proceeded to rush down the mahogony stairs and out the stained-glass-windowed front door to confront the impossible! Doing a doubletake, she glanced back: mahogony? stained glass? Where was the roughhewn pinewood? Nothing was the same!
In place of the rugged, rustic edge-of-the-forest village she often frequented when in need of the company of other people, she had found herself in a bulging, well-architectured, quite incomprehensible metropolis--full of people and seemingly sentient beings of myriad types--all bustling about, and looking oddly at her nonplussed inactivity, as she stood in the middle of the street, dismayed and trying to make any sense of the senseless!
She had retreated to the inn's dining room and eaten quickly, but little, as her stomach was churning from her distress. Then she had asked directions to a temple if the city had one. Once there she had spoken with a counselor and explained her predicament. She had asked if she might be able to stay a few nights and stash her belongings there securely, while she was about in the city trying to figure things out. Like: Where was she, and how could she have woken up in such a different world than the one she had gone to sleep in?
The counselor had granted her request, so here she was, squinting at the bright sunlight she had stepped into from the temple's shadows. She had her walking staff and her belt. The belt had a pouch attached, with generally useful items, first aid supplies and a few coins in it. The belt also carried her dagger in its sheath and the padded case containing her ceramic flute.
"Now, by goddess, let's find out what's going on here!"
As she stood in the street, trying to determine what to do next, she began to realize the bustling crowd was all going one way--toward the harbor. And there was a noticeable rising feeling of something--could it be panic?--spreading throughout the folks barging past her. She started to make her way toward the side of the street, but the crush of the crowd had become too intense and swept her along with it.
Something very ominous sounded and grew in her consciousness, becoming even more disturbing than her disorientation or the crush and rush of the crowd! She heard a low rumbling growl reminiscent of the start of an earthquake. That sound rapidly rose to become a roar as of some tremendous whirlwind. The crowd was carrying her relentlessly through the city's streets and down to the docks, the beach and the ocean. Finally she realized the roar was not that of a windstorm, but of a torrential flood, whose waters were surging, not from the ocean, but from somewhere within the city itself. The towering walls of water were catching up to the crowd, crashing through structures and sweeping and swirling the debris into the fleeing populace all around her.
Screaming filled her ears and suddenly she recognized her own voice amidst all the rest, all panicked as the waters crashed down onto them and swept into them, slamming them against each other, against the walls of the buildings, with debris of all sorts bashing and bruising their bodies. And hers!
Gasping at the cold forceful waves that engulfed her, she was tumbled and thrown about underwater like the other folks and the splintered wood and debris the water had encountered as it devoured the city streets. As she was tossed back to the surface, she continued to hear screams and shouts, wails and cries as those at the surface saw that the floodwaters were inexorably throwing all of them out into the ocean waters and straight toward a wall of magical light!
She thrashed helplessly in the churning maelstom and tried to grab at a chunk of wood that surged past. But the wildly crashing waves still tumbled everything along at breakneck speed and whisked the wood out of her reach. She was tossed upwards once again! She gulped as much air as her lungs could hold, for she saw that she was about to be sucked into this wall that was almost upon her. More wood was thrown from behind her toward the wall and then one end of a broken beam crashed down into the water directly behind her and smashed into the back of her head, right as she was dragged into the mysterious wall.
She had one last conscious ludicrous thought as the wood bashed into her head: "Now I'll never know what that wall thing is!" Then there was no more noise. No more cold wetness engulfing her. No more screams. No more crashing waves and thrashing bodies and bashing wood.
PART 2: Only blackness and silence?
Blackness and silence.
Blackness and silence.
Blackness and silence.
"So this is death."
"This blackness and silence."
"Well, I guess it certainly could be a lot worse."
Blackness and silence.
Grayness and a slight whooshing.
Grayness and .....
"Wait a minute!"
"If I'm dead--who's doing this thinking?"
"And if death is blackness and silence, then why did it just become grayness and whooshing?"
*long pause*
Grayness and ....
"Oh, stop that already...! OK so I'm not dead?"
"Then what and where am I?"
*considers for a moment and then...opens her eyes!*
"OMIGODDESS!"
*shuts her eyes tight again*
*long pause*
*very slowly opens her eyes and keeps them open this time...and takes a...BREATH!*
"Ooooooh my gods and goddesses!" she silently whispers inside her..."head?"...?
"I have a head! And eyes, and some sort of brain to think with, apparently. And a way to breathe!" She "shouted" out mentally: "I'm NOT dead!"
"Why not? How can I be breathing and be underwater and NOT be dead?"
"For that matter...why would I think I might be dead? And why would I not be underwater?"
*looks down at herself and gasps*
"I'm a MERMAID?!"
"Why am I surprised at that?"
*long pause*
*looks down at herself again*
Golden-tan skin covers her upper torso, with lovely irridescent golden-greenish scales overlapping from her neck out over the top of her shoulders, extending down the outer sides of her arms and onto the backs of her hands. There is a slight webbing between her fingers. The scales also cover down from her neck and shoulders to over her breasts and the center of her abdomen and then spread around her waist and hips, becoming a beautiful greenish-aqua-with-shimmers-of-gold fish tail.
On her back the scales extend from the nape of the neck down the spine, where a shimmering/translucent/irridescent/splendiferous/large/filmy dorsal fin ripples gracefully in the ocean currents. Her tailfin is also diaphanous/large/and ripples and undulates in the currents.
She notes that around her waist she wears a dark green belt of thick material that she finds the word "leather" drifting into consciousness to describe, although that seems not to mean much of anything to her at the moment. Attached to this..."belt"...she finds a dark green leather sheath with a..."dagger"...in it and has a glimmer of recognition and awareness to be careful as she examines it. There is also a green padded case which protects a slender dark green..."ceramic"..."flute"...which makes her smile to see it in good condition, although she has no clue why it wouldn't be. The last object on the belt is a dark green leather pouch that contains several packets and interesting looking treasures that she decides to investigate later.
"Was I NOT ALWAYS a mermaid?"
"Be-fore...."
"Before...something...but....what?"
"Before what?"
"And why do I have such a headache?"
She reaches up to rub the back of her head where she notes she has thick, slightly wavy hair cut to shoulder length. When she pulls a strand around to see it better, she finds it is a vibrant reddish color with golden highlights glinting here and there through it.
She winces as her fingers touch a tender lump at the back of her head. She ponders what might have caused the injury, but seems to have no recollection that would explain it.
A sound drifts through her awareness. A sound that is...important...someway. A sound...but not just a sound...a meaning...a word...a...NAME: FAYRITH!
"Fayrith." She savors the sound.
"Fayrith...I am...Fayrith."
"I am Fayrith!" she proclaims and likes the sound of that.
"But..." she muses thoughtfully, "...what does that mean?"
She feels a sudden intense shudder of foreboding and...perhaps...a flicker of...memory? A feeling...intense feeling..."fear"..."panic?"...and then the moment has passed.
"I may be Fayrith...but..." she mutters pensively, "...who am I?"
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Yao Chi's Poem for Fay's Flood Adventure:
It started on a beach,
in a city by the sea.
Something wet there
just wouldn't let me flee
I was swept away,
I was bumped on the head
I almost drowned
but I didn't end up dead
Now I find myself
living in the sea
What in heck has
happened unto me?
~Thanks so much for this, Yao Chi!
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Name: Nyxia?
Location: fire escape next to a rundown motel
Status: Asleep?
It is eerily quiet for a moment then a slight gust of wind appears from an unusual direction. There is a sound of a creak as the gust rocks the still body of a windup toy...
It's torn, tattered, and hanging upside down from its home on the fire escape. The wind always seemed to have a calming effect on Nyxia. Lately she hasn't been active in her games at all. She just sleeps it seem,
though her eyes are always open and her tail always waving and ,of course, the distinct key lodged into her back spins it usual speed.
Perhaps she is thinking, thinking.....
Her eyes suddenly focus and she hears a scream in the distance. The wind carries the long, thick tangles of her hair as she immediatly looks up.... which would down at the street.
She sees a woman run down her alley which may not be odd during some nights... but this was broad daylight.
"Not time to play...." Nyxia whispers timidly as she drops to the street.
She gazes curiously at the woman with her head tilted. No smile was given for this occasion as the woman's panicking form continued to run even while Nyxia shouted to her. "Sir! It's not a good time to play!"
She was unaware just how true her words were until she felt the earth rumbled beneath her her feet. Curiousity was written all over her face as she crouched in a posture of a spider and placed her ear on the concrete street.
"Is mother hungry?" She murmured.
The toy only had a moment to glance at the torrent of water before it crashed into her form.
Nyxia floated in the water, dumbfounded and what exactly just happened, but she was quickly distracted by the color of her hair as it floated around her. A seductive mass of pinkish colors. She did not seem to noticed she was being drifted away or that her body was quickly filling with water.
It struck her like a twitch at first. A gear that misses it delicate turn bolts through her body in a sharp line of pain. She pauses deathly still with eyes wide.
Her gears were slowing down.
She jerks and struggles at that moment, She paddles, desperately wanting a way for it to stop. Her Mouth opens to scream but only a mass of bubbles escape.
Her eyes dart around manaically for a safe point. She must not stop, not again.
Then she finds a mysterious light.
I must not stop. I must not stop!
Nyxia claws and grabs and (in a manner of speaking)swimming quickly toward the light. Nothing else matters to her.
Name: Nyxia
Location: underwater
Status: Unknown
There is darkness.
It's odd for her. She always sees always hears always experiences, but for now there is nothing.
She believes she is smiling lightly as she reaches her hand out into the darkness. It's it peace she feels?
Something then thumps the back of her head, causing her eyes to open quickly.
Alas the comforting darkness was only but a moment, until a rock nudged her as she hit bottom underwater.
Realization sets in as she was still underwater and panic again sets itself deep into her core.
"NO NO NO NO NO! I must not stop! I cannot stop!"
Her lips moved to say that and she paused in even more confusion. Shouldn't she have wound down? It was always inevitable and she would be painfully aware once more as eons passed, until she was once more discovered.
But..
Nyxia held her hand in front of her face. Her fingers her long and spidliy, webbing was encased between the fingers. She moved her hands as light refracted off of them.
"Scales...?"
Her hair still floated much like before, but scales..?
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((OOC: Mini-vacation--at last!:
Monday, 9/11/06
to my friends and GM's:
Well, once again we are going to attempt to grab a three day mini-vacation. They say third time's a charm, so maybe we'll actually accomplish it this time! We had to scrap the trip to California a couple weeks ago. And when we took off to the beach last week, Jim forgot to take the air mattress he uses for sleeping (for back problems), so we ended up coming back the same night. Hopefully this time nothing will pop up to keep us from going or staying when we get there! We'll be back Wednesday evening and I'll be available for posting again on Thursday, I imagine. Hopefully the coastal weather will stay clear and sunny for us!
Cya all when I get back,
Ashton/Nan/Fayrith/Tinwhistler8/Jeanie ;P ))
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"I've always wanted a sparkly... of my very own!"
--as spoken by the crow from Secret of NIMH
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Utsuro Metsuki... Swordsman, Assassin, Philosopher.
Standing on the edge of a rocky outcropping that juts into the ocean, he stands, swords drawn. He is doing kata's in the nonntime light, balancing in odd positions and the like, keeping up his skill.
When the wall of water begins coming forth, he smiles. Yes, smiles. Saying but only one word, "Tsunami..." he begins spinning, as if trying to cut his way through the water. He may even manage to get a good few feet in without being touched, but the forces of nature can not be denied. Even he knows this. The water finally slamming into him, he is taken through the wall of light, and into deeper waters...
When he awakens, finding his swords sheathed at his sides as normal, his eyes begin trying to adjust to the clear but dark gloom. When he moves, for a few moments it feels as if it were almost natural, because of what he ended up somehow changed into. His upper half was still the fine young human he had always been, but his lower half was that of a Shortfin Mako.
This was a shark known for it's speed, agility, jumping, and hunting prowess. It almost seemed to fit. Though he does not understand what has happened, he knows panic would not help. Besides, emotion was not within his nature. All he could do was swim on, and search for the answers.
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Silant as the swish of a blade through air, so quiet too, is his heart.
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While sniffing the air to pick up Shaper’s trail, the wolf hears a low, rumbling sound. Looking about in confusion he sees the wall of water rushing into the city and has only a moment to take a breath the wave hits. Noting two bright glints – the other sea gems! – as the wave withdraws, pulling him towards the ocean, he struggles in vain in the debris choked water. Silently cursing his luck, he doesn’t even see the glowing barrier until he his drawn past it, and the last sensation passing through his mind is a cold shock, and a slow settling sensation as the darkness envelops him.
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An indeterminate time later, he awakes, bathed in the light of the sea gems. Vision slightly cloudy, he first notices that he floating in an upright position on the sea floor. Rubbing his eyes, he…
Rubbing his eyes he…
Tac blinks. Where are my arms??
Panic sets in immediately, and he spins in the water, trying to see himself and noting that while his head seems to be at least somewhat familiar, every other part of him seems to have decided to become a seahorse of a kind, with a somewhat pointy body, a dull orange colour, with small white spots.
It is at this point, spinning around on the sea floor, that he sees the teeth, and he freezes.
Drifting slowly, he eventually realizes that he is looking at the teeth of the shark skull which Shaper’s ransom had been carved on. Pinned under the teeth of the skull lies the scroll, fluttering lazily in the current, and lying all about are the sea gems. All of them.
How am I going to get to the park now? Tac laments, and swims over the gems protectively.
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(While I haven't counted the number of people in the rp yet, Yao keeps nudging me to join. He's got me prepped and ready. The resulting Ame form in this rp mutated from a childhood game I use to play with friends.)
Ame was drunk. Very, very drunk. Fact, she appauled even the bartender at some point with her pretty bad drinking habbits and lack of real payment. Oh sure, she gave him some cash from time to time. But it was usually in the form of robbing someone who just entered at swordpoint and demanding they fork over their cash to the bartender. Of course this was horrible for business, you can understand. The bartender sighs and looks at Ame, who's surrounded by empty bottles and asolutely floored out of her mind. "Look, if you don't leave, I'm going to call the police. That was the fourth person you mugged for another round and I wont have it." He continued, crossing his furry arms, "Once they get you, you're no longer allowed to enter the mere vicinity of this bar.
"Put a cork in it" Ame replied, glaring at him through one of the bottles. She put a hand to her tachi hilt. It almost looked like she was going to get up, but the baikokudo was too drunk to even stand at this point. The bartender gestured for someone in the kitchen to get the phone.
Mere moments later, a velociraptorian policeman stepped in to survey the scene. Seeing Mr. Bartender who gestured to the only customer left in the bar. The problem was immediately clear. He tapped a claw on the floor a few times before pulling out his handcuffs and night stick, stepping carefully through the bottles to arrest the woman. "Come on" he said, taking her wrist away from the sword hilt roughly and handcuffing it without a thought. "It's time to go to a nice cell until you sober up."
"You'll say nothin' about my mother." Ame replied.
Give or take a pretty useless struggle, the policemen dragged a stooled Amethyst out of the bar - who was being too much trouble to get the other wrist cuffed. He started to go out of they alley, into the main street where his car is, before stopping abruptly. Ame slugged into him. "Do you hear something?" He asked. Yes, indeed something was to be heard. Screaming from not too far away, the sound of rushing water. Frowning, Mr Policeman let Ame with a "Don't go anywhere" before rushing out into the street. This was where he was swept out of view by a rush of water. Ame looked blearily at it before getting hit, herself.
She was already practically knocked unconscious when she was sucked into the open by rough currents and thrown into some light. That light only did her a favor by finishing the job.
Alright, this is about where Amethyst wakes up.
"Ow... Oooow... My head. " were her first words.
She opened her eyes to see bubbles and blueness all around. A rushing sound was in her mind, echoed voices. She blamed the alcohal. It reeked of the high blue and ale. Raising a blackened hand to rub her head. She looked at the hand. Studied it. Correction, the back of her hand was black, the palm was white. And beyond the dangling handcuff on her wrist was a large fin. This fin was her arm on final assessment. Ame glowered then looked down. No, the sword was still around her waist, tied securely by the green sash. And she still wore a green robe over a grey robe, also tied in place by the sash. So how did this explain her apparent lack of pants? ... No, she had to restate that question. How did this explain her apparent lack of legs?
Ame thought about it. Thought Hard about it. Staring at and moving two other large, black and white fins that ended with a tail (two small fins attached to it). This thinking took a while. A fish swam by her, looked at her, and swam off pretty fast. She examined the fish, then resumed the thinking... Keep in mind that all this thinking was making the hangover that much more worse. She felt sick and queezy.
"LIVING [censored]!" It finally hit the womanta. No, it wasn't the fact that she became some manta ray and human combo. It was the fact that she was under water and couldn't breath. The woman made a load of futile efforts to swim. Alas, however, Ame couldn't. That's right. Ame can't swim. Was never taught. She gulped for air through gills with no success and eventually began falling. Falling into the deep blue...
While falling, it should be noticed, she took a few deep gulps of water, which was thereafter filtered out through her gills. She leveled out, now about to breath. Hyperventilated. Couldn't SWIM! COULDN'T BREATH! And waving her fins frantically. It would take a while of repeating this before her instinctual fins progressed her through the water and let her breath again. Took even longer for her to realize that she could breath if she merely flapped around in circles. Would be a while before she realized what happened to her.
Time for a lesson in fishology. This is a manta ray: Manta Ray right here. take the front of the manta ray and attach Ame's upper half. Now make Ame follow the same color pattern and turn her arms into even bigger flippers. Add clothing and sword where needed. Keep hair, keep it tied up. This is the end result of what Ame looks like. Sorta like a mantamaid instead of a mermaid. She can swim like a regular manta ray with extra fins and human head, and she can also stop and prop herself virtically - though her spine would remain straight and only move side to side. Other important feature, she needs to continually swim to breath. Sorta like a bad manta ray side effect.
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Well well, it looks like seven players have signed up. Thank you all!
Julian Jones, I will allow you to keep both the magic and the poisonous spines if you want to. All I ask is for you to remember that any attempt to use them must be posted as just that, an attempt.
I plan to begin the adventure on Friday, September 22nd. If all goes according to plan, I will make a GM post on that date and the adventure will begin. If anybody would like to make any changes to the form they chose, they have until September 22nd to do so. I plan to run the adventure in this same thread, since you all have made your entry posts here (and you have all done a great job!)
Oh, and if anybody is wondering about the sea gems, scroll, and shark skull that were all mentioned by Tac Wolf in his post, those are all important items from Seaside Mystery. Tac was in Seaside Mystery. Him and I have made arrangements via PM for him to find those items nearby so that this thread can truly be a continuation of Seaside Mystery. Many thanks, Tac!
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GM Post
#609832 - Fri Sep 22 2006 09:02 PM
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It isn't long before each of you begins to notice the others. It appears you were all in the same general area when you regained consciousness.
Though there is plenty of undersea life around, there are seven sea creatures which really stand out. A very colorful fish with a most unusual head for a fish to have, some sort of lionfish merman, a mermaid, another being with webbed hands and scales, a shortfin mako merman, a mantamaid, and a seahorse which looks relatively normal compared to the other creatures except for a fairly wolf-like head.
There is no sign of any of the hundreds of other people who were washed into the sea by the mysterious flood.
For a moment, it looks as though the seahorse is swimming protectively over something, but the only thing any of the others can see lying on the sea floor beneath the seahorse is a shark skull.
Just then, Tac will be able to see a ball of light form on the side of the scroll, and zoom off through the water. The others can see the ball of light too, but they can't see the scroll that created it.
The ball of light zooms around, and touches each of the rest of you. As it does so, you find yourselves able to see some things you were not able to see before. There are seven beautiful sea-green gems lying on the sea floor, and there is an ornate, gold-lined scroll pinned beneath the shark scroll. It looks as though the water isn't damaging the scroll at all.
The scroll has begun to do far more than just flutter in the current. It's beginning to move on it's own, and it appears to be trying to wrench itself free from beneath the shark skull.
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Thank you so much, Andrea Koupal!
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Once he relatively recovers from the shock of his new world and transformation, Julian looks over the gathering of other fish type sentients with a warm smile. "Hmmmn, interesting. I take it we were all in the same flood?"
Suddenly a ball of light touches him, causing his striped spines to raise halfway up in mild surprise. "What type of magic is this?" It doesn't take the brightly colored merman long at all to notice the gems now revealed to him resting on the sea bed. His remaining eye widens with delight.
"Treasure!" Julian darts through the water toward the collection of items, noting as he does so that while he can't move terribly fast underwater, he can maneuver fairly quickly from side to side in short bursts. As he takes a closer look at the beautiful, enticing jewels, the scroll begins to move.
"Aye, magic is definitely at work here." Unless Tac or someone else obtructs or otherwise stops him, Jones reaches out a webbed hand toward the artifacts.
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Utsuro narrows his eyes as he looks about at all the strange beings. He disliked magic because of it's unpredictability, but it's evidance was apparent here. He looks to the gems as Julian moves for them, reaching for one himself. "Most interesting. It seems we are all assembled here for some purpose, lest we would have seen at least wreckage of the city... Is anyone here a mage?"
He hides his discontent rather well, hands closely held on his blades as he swims in a rather... predatory like circle around the group. He will have to snatch a gem on a swim by, as sharks must swim to breathe, for the most part anyways. Luckily, Utsuro knew this, limited though his education was, one killer could learn a lot from another.
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Silant as the swish of a blade through air, so quiet too, is his heart.
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Tac can do little more than annoy anyone if they wish to take the gems, anxiously swimming back and forth between the gems that remain and the shark skull, which at least provides a certain amount of protection. “Um… if, uh, you could maybe not go too far with those, they’re very important to, uh… solving all this, I think. Maybe you could take them to a guy and he’ll fix all this?” He swims over to a message inscribed on the shark skull. “I mean, they’ve kidnapped Shaper and they want the gems, and, uh, I’m sure we’d all like our legs back. And arms and such.”
He looks somewhat discomfited at his current situation, but happy to be talking to people in a similar state.
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... and slicing through the salty waters as I am, toothsome long jaws agape as I receive water into my capacious maw and then feel it circulating in the most refreshing way through my rows of gills....
I come suddenly upon a motley group of PeopleFish ....
'peoplefish'
Finding that I am not alone in my predicament, should be reassuring.
It
Is
Not
I do not like being a fish. Jawsome and dangerous as I may potentially be, the sea crawls with dangerous, hungry denizens.
Still
And fins.
I want hands, not fins.
And yet, companionship could be good too.
Especially while we sort out this predicament we all seem to find ourselves in.
So, I sashay in amongst these assorted ladies and fellows, noting the flash of coloured gems along the sea floor, and the unnerving fluttering of a piece of parchment, reacting in a way entirely inconsistent with the motion of the waters.
Divided, my attention is.
Between these folks and the odd document.
Curiosity is strong, but not strong enough.
"Folks, Folks, how is it we are gathered as we are here ?"
"What praytell has stolen our forms and hijacked our lives"
"Am I wrong to assume you are not also victims like myself of this travesty ?"
My shining rainbow flanks wiggle flashing left and right as my broad tailfin propels me among them.
"And why, why are we collected so conveniently at the nexus of these coloured stones and this haunted parchment ?"
"And, and, and, what has become of all the other people swept to sea with us, I see them not ?"
Once again I gaze at the eyes of those about me. Many seem enchanted by the gems. But, I am fasinated by the parchment, pinned and struggling like some trapped animal beneath the skull of some fish.
So as I circle, my gaping fiercely toothed yard long jaws preceding me, I manuever with my six pectoral fins for a better look at this fluttering document.
"Does anyone know what this is ?"
I slide close, but warily not too close, and then with a powerstroke of my tail fin, sail away from it again.
Pausing between the gathered PeopleFish, I swallow a few breaths of water and then announce with a seven-fin wiggling flourish:
"I am Yao Chi"
And then inquire, my swirling kaleidescopic vertically irised eyes falling momentarily upon each and every one:
"And who are all of you ?"
And in the moments after I become silent and simply wait, I begin to contemplate a new puzzle ...
'just how many yards long am I ?'
I know not how to go about measuring this and am feeling distinctly discomfitted in my multi-finned piscean form.
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GM Note
#610120 - Sat Sep 30 2006 08:25 PM
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OOC: I'll give the others one more week to make their first posts before I make my next GM post. If any of them haven't posted by October 7th, I'll have to move on and hope they show up soon.
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GM Post
#610394 - Sat Oct 07 2006 06:21 PM
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For the moment, not much is going on in the waters that surround you all. It might be a good time to continue with your introductions and conversation.
Well actually, one highly noticeable thing is going on. The more people reach for the sea gems, the more forceful the scroll's movements become. It's as though the attempts to grab the sea gems were making the scroll desperate to get free...
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I think, therefore I am...I think?
A ball of light suddenly touches the rather bewildered mermaid who calls herself Fayrith, but knows not what or who she is. She looks around and finds herself gently hovering near a glowing sea green gem and a shark skull that seems to have some sort of paper thing trying to get out from under the skull. Fayrith notes absentmindedly that her tail fins and her gauzy dorsal fin are slowly undulating, which seems to be allowing her to hover in place. She takes a deep breath and feels the tickly sense of water flowing into gills behind her ears and becoming her means of breathing.
The gem is quite pretty and she considers swimming to it, but then notes a rather agitated seahorse rushing around between that gem and some others, as if they might be important to him. So she looks back to the skull and paper which appear to be playing some kind of "tug of war" game.
Fay thinks of going closer to see what that paper is. Mildly surprised and pleased, she finds her tail and dorsal fin responding to the thought with a stronger swooshing and swishing that gracefully send her through the water towards the paper. As she weaves through the water she notes that she and the seahorse are not the only ones in the area. But there are only a handful of various types of sea folk around her.
"Where are all the others?" she finds herself communicating in some underwater manner--is this telepathy, she briefly wonders? Then her wonder becomes distracted by her own question! What others? Why would there be others? But she has the distinct impression of a crush of others that now are not here. Very strange. She shakes her head and is fascinated to observe how her hair, though only shoulder length, fans out through the water as her head moves. It's an interesting effect so she tries it again, with a little "giggle" that emits a string of bubbles that are quite delightful--which makes her giggle again.
Indeed, after such a dreadful event, she feels quite giddy to find herself in such a healthy, lovely condition. "Ummm...." she is suddenly perplexed! What dreadful event? Why is she relieved to be as she is? Is she different than she was, in some way? Something in the back of her brain nudges at her and makes her look down at herself once again.
Such lovely green and gold scales, and the tail and the ridge of her spine have such beautiful gauzy fins that are so effective at moving her through the strange world she finds herself in. "Ummm...?" There's that impression again--of not being "herself" and why does she consider this such a "strange world"? It feels quite natural to move as she does and yet at the same time, she finds herself noticing how she moves as if it is something quite new.
"Hello?" She decides to see if the ones who are present around her here can tell her anything helpful. "My name is Fayrith...I think. And I can't seem to sort things out very well at the moment. I have this uneasy feeling that something very strange has just happened, though. Are you folks ok?"
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Yao Chi's Poem for Fay's Flood Adventure:
It started on a beach,
in a city by the sea.
Something wet there
just wouldn't let me flee
I was swept away,
I was bumped on the head
I almost drowned
but I didn't end up dead
Now I find myself
living in the sea
What in heck has
happened unto me?
~Thanks so much for this, Yao Chi!
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Julian raises a webbed hand. "Me! I'm a mage...though I'm not sure how well fire spells will work underwater. I'm Captain Julian Jones, pirate wizard!" He bends at the waist in a sort of bow as he introduces himself for Utsuro's and everyone else's benefit.
Flipping himself over on his back, he looks at Tac Wolf upside down, causing his spines fan out toward the sea floor. "And what guy would this be? Who's Shaper? It seems you know something about this. Now I'm curious...."
Still floating on his back, the brightly colored merman's single eyed gaze goes to Yao Chi. "Looks like you're also vexed by our situation. I don't think it's so bad. A whole new world to explore and a cool new body to explore it in. But to each his own, I suppose."
Now Julian's attention shifts to the confused Fayrith. "Amnesia, lass? No worries, we'll get to the bottom of this eventually. Maybe that jumpy scroll can shed some light on what's happening."
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Utsuro stopped his reaching for the gem, ary as the scroll fluttered all the harder. Hand hand ever so slightly unsheathed his sword, leaving about half of it within the wooden confines. Looking to all present, he nods. "I am Utsuro Metsuki. How this happened or why is not apparent, though the source was. The water obviously washed us all here. I remember a sheet of energy... then blackness and swimming."
Speaking of swimming, the predatorial merman kept doing it in wide circles around the group. "I believe if we are to have any chance what so ever of undoing thisd, we must stick together. Work as one, succeed as one. That is the way of things. As the wolf headed seahorse has pointed out, we may need to find this... person the skull mentions. If they are at the root of this, it will be neccesary. What say you?"
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Silant as the swish of a blade through air, so quiet too, is his heart.
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The little seahorse (seawolf?) is slightly taken aback when he sees the absolutely enormous Yao Chi, and instinctively scoots inside the shark skull for a moment upon seeing him. “Uh…” he says, at a loss for words temporarily, though he eventually pops out, tentatively at first.
“I’m Tac, uh, Wolf…” he lets the sentence trail off for a moment. Wolf doesn’t really seem to fit now. “Er, Tac. Yeah. As for everything else, well, we’d been on a quest, kind of. The scroll was doing a pretty good job of explaining things, and we’d found most of the gems, and then Shaper got kidnapped,” he swims up to the side of the shark’s skull, which has words to that effect written on them, “and they want the gems, and then this flood happened and… well… here we are. So yeah, I’d certainly appreciate it if a few of you wouldn’t mind taking the gems, ‘cuz I’m certainly in no condition to do so now. And if someone wants to free the scroll, we’ll probably get some more info out of it,” he swims back into the skull and tries futilely to lift it, “’cuz I can’t really do that either. Sooner we start this, the sooner I don’t have to worry about being someone’s dinner down here.” He looks around. “Do you think that’s particularly likely, I wonder?”
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GM Post
#610665 - Sun Oct 15 2006 09:48 PM
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There is currently so much the folks who are gathering together near the shark skull do not know. They do not know what caused the flood that swept them into the sea, what transformed them into their current undersea forms, or what the purpose behind either event was. They don't know what happened to all of the other people who were swept along by the flood. There is so much that is unknown to them. Yet, several of them seem to know one thing. They know that if they are to solve this mystery, they must work together.
Clearly, Tac knows a few things the others do not. He knows some things about the beautiful sea green gems, and the scroll that is currently trying to get free from beneath the shark skull.
Speaking of the scroll, several members of the group have suggested freeing it from beneath the shark skull. Might be worth doing.
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Ame was far too preoccupied this entire time learning how to breath and flap her finarms randomly. Hey, everyone else may have a quickly learned life as an aquatic dodad, but Ame has to swim to keep alive and she didn't know how to previously in this adventure. Once she has breathing all figured out, the mantawoman proceeds to ask herself many things. Most of these things were written by Shapie last post. But there were a few others. For example, how does she get back, how isn't her sword ruined by all this, and how to keep her hair out of her eyes without slapping herself a good one in the face with extra finny appendages. After all That is bypassed by the simple question of, "Why the [censored] is everyone over there?", she decides that it's best to check it out.
Being one of the last several to notice the skull, scrolls, whatelsenot, Amethyst started desperately waving at the water and pretty much flailing her way towards everyone. This appears to be mutually accomplished at a quite lengthily curved tragectory. For now the current is helping her along.
Closer to the group
Closer!
Oh, but she soon hits a pocket of dead water and sits there pathetically, going in circles. Cursing up a storm. Glancing over at everyone, she's finally able to see around them at the seawolf hoarding items of inquirey. But they're so far away and she's stuck here. Only one thing to do.
"O~oi!" Ame growled out, wondering to herself momentarily how she can talk under water. She unsheathed her sword and waved it around uneasily in the general direction of everyone (but far enough away that she doesn't immediately hit someone). Unable to go forward as she can't quite figure out how to make her fins undulate properly. She floats in a semicircle like a small car on ice before cursing again. Pointing her sword mostly towards tac, "I saw the furry stick of tempora and everything under it first. Noone get close to it or I'll make sushi out of you, dammit!"
Now there was the issue of getting past them to see what she's collected from this action. Which isn't likely to happen in this post anytime soon.
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"Aye, there was this huge wall of water that came out of nowhere and swept me into the ocean and smack into this wall of light. Next thing I know, I'm floating in the water like this and thinking it's going to be one of those days." Julian grins and flips himself back upright, his long red braid slowly undulating behind him to one side. "I'm game for working with ya to find out what's going on."
The pirate turned sea creature swims closer to Tac and the mysterious objects. "No worries matey, I'll protect ya from hungry fishies. But I'm wonder how we're supposed to get the jewels to...them." He reaches for the scroll, but just then the mantawoman arrives and pulls a sword on them.
"Stick of what? Ya seem to have a bit of trouble swimming there, lass." With a chuckle that causes bubbles to erupt upwards from his mouth, Julian reaches for the strange items, intending to take one or two sea gems and the scroll and examine them. "Let's see what this fidgety paper has to say for itself."
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