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Post by Khaster on May 24, 2006 14:47:42 GMT -5
Khaster had just finished spreading word about a little get-together in his small dormitory with a few friends. Having asked five people to come, he was surprised that he received nearly triple that amount. Soon, the party took over the adjacent dormitories. He sat at his desk, silver instruments spread out across the polished wood, a single candle burning. He eyed the bottles behind the books, opting for the one wrapped in dark red.
He poured a bit into a spoon that resembled a cup, and held it over the open flame. He added resin to it, and stirred with a silver spoon. Soon, the silverish liquid began to grow brighter, and he removed it from the flame. He offered it to a new student, who promptly downed it. The poor fool was a novice. His eyes went bloodshot, he tensed up, dropped the cup-spoon, and fell backwards. Several people laughed at his response to the liquid. A few short breaths later, however, he was up, unable to stand perfectly still, taking great interest in the flame.
He put the cork back into the red-wrapped bottle, taking out a bottle wrapped in similar material, but that seemed to shimmer, and hold no real color. He poured some into the spoon-cup, and filled it nearly to the brim with resin. He held it over the flame, steady, as he deftly put the cork into the bottle and put it back. When the handle heated up, telling him it was finished, he blew out the flame. He poured the contents of the cup-spoon into normal cup.
Khaster raised the cup in salute to the wall, then proceeded to down the contents. He nearly choked on the vile liquid that clawed its way down his throat, leaving overwhelming bitterness in its wake. He put the cup on the desk, and leaned forward, his fingers pressing against his eyes. When he opened them at last, his perception seemed to increase ten fold, and felt his mind exploring places that were normally cut off. His vision went red, and his hearing could pick up the beating of his heart, that steady beat that was impossible to drive from the mind. He stood up, every muscle feeling refreshed, as he embraced his addiction.
He grinned like an idiot, as he looked at the man who had tried the weaker kind. He looked like he was about to pass out. He heard the lyrics of a song long gone in his life drift into his mind, as loud and powerful as when he had been a youth. The memory of the fall of the Berlin Wall was there, and he sat down, embracing his past, affirming it, longing for those days once more. He remembered his father's words in a last letter to his mother, right before his father was executed by the Soviets. He had been only three when his mother read those words aloud, and set him on a path he had striven for all his life.
His memories literally flashing before his eyes, Khaster wondered if anyone would join him... but for only a moment. He embraced what he saw -- this was life!
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Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on May 27, 2006 16:24:02 GMT -5
Wrong Domitory
"...So to raise the electrical shield, you must focus energy into your hands.."
Hakfu lowered the book down, but kept his nose in it, as he put his hand to the domitory door's door knob, and twisted it.
"..and concentrate a show of your life force into it, otherwise known as 'soul', and imagine creating a shield, and expel this from your hands, and then, hold it in position. This is very strainous and takes much energy to maint-"
What was that smell?
Looking around, he found himself in an unfamiliar setting. Looks like I walked into the wrong domitory again. But, towards the back of it, there was a gaggle of people gathered together. Putting the book into his pouch's bag at his side, he decided to hell with it, and walked further in.
The smell was rancid, yet, it felt.. wonderous. What was this? One of the people gathered turned around to look at him, and patted a seat, as he laughed. Nodding, Hakfu sat down, withour question. But, he was curious.. he leaned over, at the man who was standing up, his eyes bloodshot red, who seemed to be smiling to himself, as the others laughed at him.
".. Eh... what in the world are you doing here? Are you taking something?"
He ment it as a sarcastic joke. Didn't realize that the man before him, Khaster, really WAS on something..
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Post by Khaster on May 27, 2006 17:15:49 GMT -5
He slapped the new-comer on the shoulder.
"You've never met the Red Mistress?"
The others broke into laughter, somewhat amused at the entire conversation. The one on the floor had apparently passed out, as his snoring was loud and thunderous.
"I don't think he can take it," Khaster said, laughing, his shoulders heaving uncontrollably. Calmly, he looked at this new guy, who seemed to be both arrogant and full of himself. "Wanna try Her? She's great. The feeling you get... it's impossible to describe!"
As if to spite him, those that were waiting their turn chattered about what it felt like. Khaster wanted to fry one of them.
"But, if it's not your fancy, we could always try something a little less.... potent. How about some Water of Life?"
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Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
Posts: 132
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Post by Hakfu Song on May 27, 2006 18:14:30 GMT -5
The Red Mistress Swimming Nude in the Water of Life
'The Red Mistress'??
Looking around himself, seeing the bubbling, the flames, the churning, the entire rhythmic chanting of it all, he seemed entrance by this place. It was alive, it was subtle, and, despite the laughing, he felt comfortable here. However, it grew apparently obvious:
The man before him WAS on something.
Sadly, he had never really been able to try any drugs, considering he was in the orphange, being kicked in the balls by his fellow orphans, forcing him to hide in garbage cans. While they smoked their weed and shot up their heroine, he had was always hiding, in fear for his future children.
... And his legs, and his arms, and, of course his neck.
When he was back on the surface, though, he never had time to try anything, as he was always either working, studying, or experimenting with a bunch of (failed) spell attempts.
So, as the group around him cheered about how the eyes went red, and the feeling of the power of the world and other such things, he smiled, being more curious, and nodded to the apparent leader.
"I'll try the Red Mistress, thanks. Celebrating my first week here, out of China, and in the Academy. No, I'll try both at the same time."
He pushed his hand in front of him, giving the leader a thumbs up, and a big grin, as his eyes were half-closed. Time to take a break from studying anyways.. and if you gotta celebrate your first time with a Mistress, better set the mood with some water..
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Post by "The Priest" on May 27, 2006 18:28:09 GMT -5
Damn Kids, With Their Drugs[/size]
The Priest walked through the dormitories, his own room somewhere. He hadn't visited it much, and often had to ask directions, but he was hell bent on getting there with no help whatsoever this time.
He heard people speaking, and thought he had found the right room, when he opened it to find a group of people doing...
Drugs.
*Bastards, didn't invite me.* Was the first thing that crept into his mind.
He walked in, pushed aside the much smaller people, and looked at the two new guys. He drank from a flask quickly, and then sat, nearly crushing the passed out child at the same time. He watched as the two made their concoctions, and laughed at the already passed out boy.
He pushed back the brim of his hat, to get a better look.
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Post by Khaster on May 28, 2006 1:26:28 GMT -5
Ignoring the new guy, Khaster walked over to a cabinet, and fumbled around with a few keys before he found the one he sought. He opened the door, and plucked a single bottle from the cabinet, deftly locking it as he turned.
The bottle was made of green glass, fancifully wrapped in dark green paper of some sort, paper that was almost silky. "Aqua Vitae" was scribbled on its green glass in a white ink. Khaster thrust the bottle at Hakfu.
"Maybe that'll clean out your sinuses!"
He then sat down in a chair, his palms pressing into his eyes, keenly aware of the intense light that had followed the full effect of the drug. It took a moment before the intense light sensitivity disappeared, and was replaced by merely redened vision...
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Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
Posts: 132
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Post by Hakfu Song on May 29, 2006 0:58:21 GMT -5
Moment of Truth
Giving a sidelong glance at the giant of a man, he decided not to stare, and avoid getting his ass kicked. It was more the movements of the man in front of him, who was shuffling through his cabinent, until a satisified cry of delight came from him, and held up something in bottle. The bottle was made of green glass, fancifully wrapped in dark green paper of some sort, paper that was almost silky. "Aqua Vitae" was scribbled on its green glass in a white ink. Khaster thrust the bottle at Hakfu.
"Maybe that'll clean out your sinuses!"
Accepting the bottle thrusted at him, in his left hand, he held his hand in front of his face, the two forefingers pointed up, a smile behind it, before holding the bottle up as he uncorked it with a (difficult) push from his thumb. If anything, from the contempt in this man's voice, it would do more then just clear out Hakfu's sinuses, but, he didn't care. He was here to get wasted, to get high, to take a break, to celebrate. If it only cleared out his sinuses.. it would be disappointing.
"Here's to that aforethought!"
He raised the bottle, waving it around in the air, and put it to his lips just as quickly, taking in several gulps, gulp after gulp, refusing to stop. Sharp knives came clawing down his throat, ripping open his mouth, as his eyes opened wide, but he continued to down it in one go. He refused to stop. This was to celebration, no matter the cost!
.. To.. celebration..
... celebration..
Hakfu's muscles cramped up, unable to move, standing up, as he shuddered within himself. He could not.. breathe. His muscles bulged, painfully, even a huge bulge coming from his pants area, where his robe covered, came out, but painfully so, sorely. Hakfu's nose began dripping profusely, his heart pounding in his head, in his ears. Eyes began to dry up.
All at once, he eased up, his muscles relaxing, his sight clearing.. no, clearer.. he could see the stars before his eyes! This was.. this was Zen in its truest form! He was at peace with the world, and looked around himself, at his hands. His hands were HUGE.. it was the... most... enlightening experiance as he ever felt in his whole crappy life up to this moment. He felt more then light headed.. he could fly! He could damn fly! He was soaring through the stars, as they mixed and mashed with sour cream and potatoes, all the beautiful chinese women giving way to the even more beautiful Australian and Japanese women.
"It's so... beautiful.."
His eyes kept flashing through several instances of craze, and he forced his eyes shut, his sudden awareness of his surroundings increasing, almost by... ten, ten-hundred fold.. he couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was finally at peace.. and then, he saw the man again in front of him, and he bowed, thanking him, as his smile came loopy, strangled.. the most beautiful thing he had ever experianced in his life.
... This was going to be the worst hangover in his life.
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Post by "The Priest" on May 29, 2006 15:04:14 GMT -5
The Priest did all the he could to stop from chuckling. Instead, all that came out was a gruff
Idiot
He sighed again, as some of the kids began laughing at the two, obviously either intoxicated or High youths. He felt the need to discipline them, but, needless to say,
He was intrigued.
He shifted his position, and continued to watch the act that was Khaster and Hakfu Song, all the while unknowing the future that lie ahead of them.
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Post by Hrolf Ganger on May 30, 2006 1:16:30 GMT -5
Hrolf had heard a great amount of noise coming from one of the dorms that he was passing by. He normally wasn't one to pry, but he decided to peek in and see what was going on inside. Hrolf opened the door to find quite a few people inside, there was a tall man with reddish hair and a hat near by, so Hrolf figured this man was as good as any other person to ask, so Hrolf went over to the man who was sitting and watching two others doing something unfamiliar to Hrolf. Hrolf approached the man calmly and tapped him on the shoulder. "Um...excuse me sir, but ah, what exactly is going on here? It seems that whatever it is, it might be interesting. I do hope that you don't mind my sudden intrusion, I am Hrolf Ganger."
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Post by "The Priest" on May 31, 2006 18:15:06 GMT -5
The Priest turned to the man, who came up to him. The Priest was sitting, and he was still as tall as the boy, a tantamount to his own big-ness.
Looking at him, his own face permanently cast in shadow, he spoke.
Well... These 'intriguing' young men are taking something, that is causing them to experience a change in either physical or mental ability.
Needless to say, we are all a little bit intrigued. Come. Sit over there, and we'll watch. I want to see the aftereffects... hopefully, one will die...
A twisted smile crept upon his face.
He was a Necromancer, afterall....
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Post by Hrolf Ganger on Jun 2, 2006 7:50:29 GMT -5
Hrolf smirked a bit, then sat down next to the large man. "Indeed, a death would be interesting. So what is your name stranger?" Hrolf stared blankly at the two that were grabbing the attention of everyone that was in the room while waiting for his new acquaintance to respond to his question.
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Post by "The Priest" on Jun 2, 2006 15:48:27 GMT -5
The call me Priest, for some odd reason.
He waited, not asking the young boy's name, as he was sure he'd say it regardless. Kids these days, so proud, so proud.
He was hoping they'd do another hit of something, because honestly, Hakfu was a funny kid.
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Post by Hrolf Ganger on Jun 3, 2006 15:45:15 GMT -5
Hrolf was a little surprised by the man's response, but quickly regained his composure. "Priest eh? Hm, odd indeed, no offense of course. So what is your magical affiliation Priest? I am well versed in elementalism, I'm interested in what a priest practices in the field of magic. I would imagine that it would be some sort of holy magic. Do correct me if I am wrong."
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Post by "The Priest" on Jun 4, 2006 18:20:25 GMT -5
The Priest continued to watch the too younger men.
You couldn't be more wrong, my good friend. I'm a necromancer.
He stood up, and began to leave.
Come, this begins to bore me. Let us find somewhere else to go...
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Hakfu Song
Spell Caster
"Compassion for your enemies: They fight for their reasons, as do you."
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Post by Hakfu Song on Jun 4, 2006 22:23:07 GMT -5
Oh My Aching...
Hakfu was lying on the floor, barely breathing. The colors were gone, the elation, disappeared. He felt, instead, cold and withdrawn, as if all the demons in the world who breathed ice, filled his skin. The huge giant 'Priest' had gotten to stand up, as another person had also come out. He flipped over, and held out his hand.
"Wait! Father! I have sinned... and I feel as though I burn with a thousand evils... wilt thou forgive me for taking such a drink that burns my lungs out?"
Shuddering, he collapsed.
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