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Pool of Dreams - To help a Troll (Closed RP)
#591460 - Thu Feb 23 2006 10:05 AM
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This thread continues actions that started in the Welcome Center, where Ceera Darkwynde offered to aid a Troll in rescuing 'Master Maer', a bear shaman. This is a closed RP, open by invitation to those Troll and Master Maer want to add to it.
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Smashing through the Forest
On a one-Troll rampage,
Over the corpses we go,
Roaring all the way! Ha-ha-ha!
(Yeah, Troll is definitely on Santa's Naughty list.  )
Troll found the three-mile-hike energizing. The feeling of running, the simplicity of putting one foot in front of the other, smashing anything in his way, not having to think or worry at all, did much to restore his good spirits. Ceera's scolding was long forgotten. After all, she didn't back up her threats with whips, branding, or other pain. Therefore, what she said wasn't important. Troll chuckled as a tree fell before his onslaught of clawing, and moved on.
OOC: Depending on how fast Ceera wants to go, Troll can do anything between a leisurely 5 mph, to a focused 18 mph. Any sign of fire will make Troll go 18 mph, in the wrong direction. XD
Also, depending on how well-marked, well-traveled, or 'smelly' Ceera is, Troll might choose to leave Ceera behind, and proceed to the cave alone, just so he can smash things between here and there. Troll won't smash anything IN the cave, but anything like trees or large bushes might get mauled, and hapless and suitably large animals might get eaten.
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Leading the troll
... I'm inviting this creature into my home? What am I thinking?
Ceera starts out at a leisurely walk, but when it is clear that Troll is up for a much faster pace, her wings appear on her back (brown and white feathered form), and she flies along ahead of the troll, moving at between 15 and 20 miles per hour.
While they were still close to the Welcome Center, Troll may have had less satisfaction from his rampaging ways than he might want. The Wards do a remarkable job of protecting even the nearby trees from being damaged too severely. But after the first two miles, this effect fades away, and tree trunks snap and fallow deer flee as the rampaging troll at last gets what he expected from his progress.
Ceera merely shakes her head, muttering something to herself about having had a need to widen that path anyway...
Their progress is brought to a halt when they arrive at a stone cliff, an uprising of black basalt that has fairly little plant life on it at all. Almost as of the volcanic upwelling that formed it was quite recent indeed. A narrow crack in the stone, wide enough for human-sized folk to use as a doorway, is at the end of the main path.
"Come this way, Troll. You'll not fit through the main entry, but I've another path for larger guests. This way."
She flies to the left, guiding the troll to a wide stone ramp that leads to the top of the uplift. Once they are at the top, she dives into a hole in the stone, circular and easily large enough for a dragon to use as an entry or exit. Another stone ramp, much like the first, leads down to the floor of an open-topped dome cavern, 100 feet across and 30 feet from the surface to the cavern floor, below.
Ceera is waiting for the Troll in the middle of this chamber. The dome-roofed chamber is clearly the result of some volcanic event, though the circular opening at the top seems to perfect to be natural. Several lava tubes, round tunnels in the stone, lead off in various directions from this chamber. It should be noted that the cavern is cool, and there are no smells of sulphur or other indications of recent volcanic activity here.
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Note on appearance: My wings and tail can appear or be concealed at will. Card shows my 'Phoenix Draconis' form.
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Inside the Dragon's Lair
As Troll follows Ceera he slows to a trot. The sight of the cave both comforts him and makes him suspicious. The closeness of the walls, the solidarity of the stone around him, the black sheen of the basalt, the coolness of the earth and air, these comfort him. Troll considers taking this cavern for himself. However... The stench of magic, the scent of ash, the opening at the top, the finger-wiggler already there... he remains on guard. And as always, the subtle pressure in the back of his mind, the unasked, unwanted violation of Master Maer's ghost. By the time he enters the cavern itself, he has slowed to a slinking crawl. If there were any shadows in the cave, Troll would hide in one, watching and listening for Ceera's next move.
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A soft rustling came from the bushes at the bottom of the ramp way as Troll disappeared up top. Out poked Epee’s head, curious eyes looking around as she tumbled out of hiding, pulling a twig from her paw. She had been wondering about the area (yes, she was lost again) when she heard Troll romp on by. Curious what he, of all confusing creature, was doing out here (and hopping to become unlost) Epee had fallowed him and his winged guide. Not planning on staying out in the woods for yet another night Epee spread her holographic wings and flew up and into the cavern as quietly as could be.
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Warmth of imbrace, silance of tears, sarrow in voice, whispering cheer...
As you slip away, back, to cold bed and empty rooms, dieing fires
and shallow...tombs.
The rememberans of what was, Rememberance of warmth.
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Inside the Cavern
Troll sniffed, deeply. He smelled someone familiar. Abandoning the shadows, Troll looks up the ramp. It took a moment for his weak eyes to confirm the scent. When he did, he snorted, and sat down, away from the ramp, but also outside the shadows. "Milly? Milly come wash Troll again? Where Billy?" Without Maer's influence, Troll had forgotten completely that not only was he no longer in the Pits, where he was taken care of, but also that Epee had stolen his armor once...
OOC: Troll is referring to the events of this chat. If Ceera was looking in Troll's mind, she might be able to glean just what Troll is talking about. 
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Ooc} Oh joy XD
Ic}o__o; Epee halted at the entrance as soon as Troll began to talk, the thoughts of “Oh…roasted nuts..!” Passing through her mind.
-He still thinks I’m that girl he knew…- Epee realized as no fist came down to try and smash her for past actions. She let out a momentary sigh of relief before thinking of something to say.
“Um…n-no. I haven’t. I um, just came to… to, keep an eye on you. Yah. Master…er Master was worried about you.” Epee said managing a meek smile
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Troll
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Member #4817
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You could almost hear the sound of rusty gears turning as Troll tried to think. Maer had been dormant too long: Troll was starting to lose the ability to think coherantly. "Master worried? What master? Master Theo? Master Maer? Master Ceera? Why Milly come?" Troll holds his head, groaning.
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Epee twiddled her fingers and hands nervously, this wasn’t working well… just like last time it didn’t work well. She sighed… why lie when it would eventually get you crushed? With a gulp Epee spoke again
“Why… do you keep calling me Milly?”
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Warmth of imbrace, silance of tears, sarrow in voice, whispering cheer...
As you slip away, back, to cold bed and empty rooms, dieing fires
and shallow...tombs.
The rememberans of what was, Rememberance of warmth.
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Posts: 65
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Troll frowned, still confused. "Milly washes Troll. Billy washes armor. You wash armor. You Milly." Yet Troll's voice was full of doubt.
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"If Billy washes your armer, and Milly washes you, and I'm Milly... why would I wash your armer?" Epee said getting confused by the sentance herself. Some how she felt that this was turning into a dificolt problem to solve
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Warmth of imbrace, silance of tears, sarrow in voice, whispering cheer...
As you slip away, back, to cold bed and empty rooms, dieing fires
and shallow...tombs.
The rememberans of what was, Rememberance of warmth.
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Troll scratches his head. "Troll dunno... Milly make Troll's head hurt." Troll holds his head... "Master Theo told Milly wash Troll's armor? Billy sick?" Troll was definitely doubting now, but nowhere in Troll's manner or mind was he thinking about removing the source of Troll's discomfort. In fact, Troll was slightly sleepy, and sitting very still. It was as if he was merely mumbling along to an old woman's commentary while she was doing her job.
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“Billys’ not sick, because Billy isn’t here. Master… which ever master it is you serve or served, did not send me. I’m not here to wash anything, and I’m not Milly.” Epee said calmly as she could. She had by this point and time crouched down on the ground in front of Troll too look up at him, arms resting on her knees as her holographic wins fluttered a bit on her back.
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Troll groaned, and held his head in his arms. "Where is Troll? Where is Milly? Why Milly hurt Troll's head?" Troll laid his head onto the floor, and covered it with his arms. "Go away, Milly... Don't hurt Troll anymore..." Desperately, Troll tried not to remember...
A whimpering woman was being led into the room. Dragged, actually. Master Theo was speaking. "You see, the beast has been chained down, as well as ordered not to move. You are in no danger from him. Even if you should strike him repeatedly on his head, he will not move. Gustov, would you demonstrate?" Gustov leered, unsheathing his sword, and swung down mightily.
There was a solid thwack, and Troll whimpered, bleeding from the massive wound in his head. The woman screamed, leaping back. "I DON'T CARE! IT ATE MILLY! I HEARD HER SCREAM AS IT ATE HER!" Master Theo frowned, and gestured. Gustov slapped the woman, and she fell, heavily. Master Theo leaned close. While he talked, Troll's bleeding stopped, then the wound began to stitch together. "Listen very closely, old woman. You are replaceable. I can afford to feed a dozen cleaning women into this beast, and no-one will blink an eye. You have a choice: One of you will bleed. Will it be you, or him? Gustov, your sword."
Gustov handed the sword to the woman, who dropped it. Gustov picked it up, and held it out again. Master Theo spoke again, as if he had never been interrupted. "In order to impress upon your feeble mind that fact, I invite you to take that sword, and hit him. Hit him as many times as you want. Get your revenge for Milly, I don't care." Pushed forward by the guard, the new cleaning woman almost fell, over-balanced as she was by the sword. Troll watched her, and whimpered. The cleaning woman stared back, wide-eyed. She turned back, looking to Master Theo. The other three guards drew their swords at Theo's nod.
With a small shriek, she turned back to Troll, and her face twisted. "This is for Milly!" She screamed, as she clumsily chopped at Troll's head. The first few times, she had her eyes closed, missing widely. The next one cut deep, and Troll whimpered, unable to move. Encouraged, she cut again. And again. Troll's head bled crimson into the puddles of water. "For Milly! For Milly! For Milly!" Troll groaned, but it was drowned out by the screaming. "Milly, stop. Troll hurt... Troll sorry..." In a dark corner, missed by the guard's eyes, a bloody lock of silver hair lay in the dirt, almost invisible in the gloom of the cage. A breeze, and it scattered.
Master Theo smiled, when it was over. "My, my, what a mess you made. Clean it up. From now on, when you are in this room, your name is Milly." At the woman's startled look, the smile widened. "Never do anything for only one reason. I told you never to eat Milly, didn't I, Troll? Well, here is another Milly. Eat her, and it will be even worse, next time." Laughing, Master Theo left. The guards laughed too, as they unchained Troll, opening the locks, dragging the links out of the loops and bolts, and then left. The new cleaning woman, Name: Milly, gritted her teeth, and got to work. Troll stayed very still, not even daring to open his eyes...
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Epee grew concerned at this reaction in Troll. She didn’t want to be the resulting reason for any one being in pain. She went to reach out to Troll, but hesitated, only letting her hand with in five inches from him.
“Troll? H-Hay come on now, I’m not, I’m not Milly, I told you that. See?” Epee said, putting a clawed hand closer to him to see.
“Do I honestly look like Milly?”
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Maer was jolted out of his dormant sleep, like a rude kick out of bed onto a razor-strewn floor. The memories, the pain! Now he knew why it hurt so much to stay in Troll's mind.
He screams as the images flash through him, feeling the same suffering that Troll did. A piece of his sanity is ripped apart by the ravening memories, and in shock, he desperately tries to snatch it back, but another blindsides him, another tears at his flank, another leaped for his throat, bowling him over until he is swept away by the pain, hate, self-loathing, and suffering.
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Ceera looks back and forth between the troll and Epee, not at all sure what to make of this rapid-fire exchange.
"Well, miss 'I'm not Milly', what should we call you then? Or did I miss an introduction somewhere in all that bantering? I am Ceera Darkwynde, and this is my home and workroom. I take it you have encountered this troll before?"
OOC: Sorry, but you've lost me here, with the rapid-fire posting between you two...
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Ooc} Sorry about that Ceera, we’ll try and tone that down.
Ic}Epee… nearly jumped out of her skin. With a Meep her holographic wings shut off and she scampered into the shadows. Of course this reaction is a result of her not seeing Ceera’s wings, and thinking her human; but after a few reconfirming peeks, she comes back out nervously pawing at the red scarf about her neck.
“My um, my names Epee…miss. An uh, and yes I’ve um met him before…”
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Troll
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Member #4817
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OOC: Well, at least read the last three posts, prior to your own post, Ceera. Better hurry, looks like Maer's on his way out... Probably the best way to fix things is to knock Troll out, and feed Maer some energy.  BIC:
Troll groaned, overcome by the memories, and symbiotically feeling the pain that Maer was. If Maer's experience was like being torn apart by wolves, Troll's mind was failing like a melted butter puddle being slapped and sloshed around by a hot knife. People weren't meant to be possessed for long periods of time.
OOC: PS: Some minor profile tweaking, nothing major.
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"Epee? Well, be welcome, I suppose. If you will excuse me, this troll is in serious need of magical assistance. You may watch from there safely. No harm will come to you. But do not interfere with what is to take place, please."
Ceera gestures, pointing at the center of the chamber.
"Troll, stand in the center of this chamber. Now! I need to have you there, and looking at me, so I can help you, and so I can help Master Maer."
Assuming Troll does as requested, he will find that the floor of the chamber is marked with a series of interlaced star shapes (a double pentagram), encompassed by three circles. The markings seem to be drawn on the cave floor with black soot, or something similar.
Ceera looks up at the troll, and her eyes are glowing a brilliant acid green.
"Look into my eyes, Troll. Look at me, and trust me. I have promised not to harm you. And I always keep my promises."
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Thank you, Kai, for the gift of this lovely card!
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Troll
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Member #4817
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Ceera's clear tone of command penetrated Troll's ears, and Troll lumbered forward, on all fours. Looking up from a crouch was not so easy, and Troll groaned and cowered for a moment, until a mental kick (more of a flail, really) made Troll stand up and stare at Ceera. When he finally did, Ceera might be startled to notice that his dull beady eyes were filling with madness. Some that was already there, and more that was growing...
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Ceera's eyes are incredibly hypnotic to look at. It's like looking into a deep green pool, and then falling in. All awareness of what is around Troll fades, as he becomes emmeshed in her mind control.
At the same time, seeing the madness in his eyes, Ceera triggers two spells. The first is the "control emotions" spell again, damping extremes of emotion. The second is a "forcecage" spell, which encloses the troll in a powerful yet almost invisible barrier of energy. And given how big the troll is, the forcecage constrains his movement about as much as a dog's kennel-crate restricts a dog. Barely enough room to turn around...
"Be calm, Troll. Be calm, and look into my eyes. Master Maer? I call upon your spirit. Speak to me, if you can."
For Epee, there is one other thing happening that Troll should be unaware of. The patterns on the floor are now glowing with a pale purple light, as if each like was afire with small, dancing flames. This 'fire' produces no heat, and unless Troll completely breaks free of Ceera's mind control efforts, he should be unaware of these 'flames. Ceera's wings are beginning to glow, as well. Spread wide to either side, her brown and white feathered wings are starting to give off a soft golden glow...
(The pattern is a containment spell, entrapping anything that might attempt to come in or out on the astral, etherial or other non-material planes...)
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Thank you, Kai, for the gift of this lovely card!
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Maer is currently curled up in a remote corner of Troll's mind, rocking back and forth. You can tell this was a well-trained and powerful shaman as of a few moments ago, but his entire spiritual being has been reduced to a whimpering mass of fur, pieces of his sanity being carried around by parts of Troll's conciousness, reinforcing them, ~Get me out of here... Please... Let me go...~ He curls further into the recesses of Troll's mind, then lashes out, panicking, ~LET ME GO!!!~
He clashes with the bars, forced to retreat back into the corner of Troll's thorn-strewn mind. Weither he was referring to the posession or his physical condition is unclear, but Troll still feels a slight urge to be somewhere, after he gathers help.
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Epee stood safely away and watched, watched in owe. She'd not seen anything quite like what was happening before. The floor particularly interesting, as it reminded her of something from before she’d reached the dream. Ears flat back and still pawing at her scarf, Epee stayed quiet and still through everything.
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OOC: It should be noted that the barrier which Ceera has placed on extradimensional travel affects a spherical area, 20 feet in diameter, centered on Troll. So if Master Maer is able to exit troll's body, he can still get that far, and could even get out past the 10 foot cube of the forcecage spell. The barrier should not prevent him from leaving the body - only from leaving the room. BIC:
In Troll's mind
Ceera attempts to appear before Master Maer, looking not Human, but rather in the guise of an anthro red fox vixen, with green eyes, and wearing a simple dress of purple silk. She attempts to communicate with the ursine shaman, speaking telepathicly in a manner that usually trancends language barriers...
"I have come to aid you. What keeps you trapped? What do you require for your release?"
(If she senses or learns from Maer that it is somehow her own extradimensional barrier that is causing Maer's distress, she will remove that spell.)
In the cavern
Epee and Troll can, if not deaf to telepathy, hear Ceera's side of any telepathic conversation that she is initiating. Ceera is not attempting to focus the communication on a single individual, so the others should also hear her voice, in their minds...
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Thank you Porter! *HUG*
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