Post by Mullet Fish on Mar 31, 2005 13:25:46 GMT -5
(Okay, if you're wondering why I keep posting, I have a half day today, because parent teacher interviews are happening. That means I have an extra 3 hours to do nothing.)
(Now, I've decided to have Daray spar. Fight him whenever you want if you want an opponent that's a bit more human (not to mention more challenging) than the griffin. The setting is the ruins of some city. Like in 12 Monkeys. You know how New York looks? Yeah. Like that. Also, Daray does take hits, and he isn't invincible.)
Daray picked his way through the rubble of a collapsed corner store. A sharp wind blew his cloak about him. He hopped over the low remnants of a wall, and lost his footing. He toppled over, but just before he hit the ground he vanished, reappearing several yards from where he had fallen. He felt a little bit out of breath from the teleport, as they tired him by a fair amount. He stepped onto what had once been a wide street. Cars still lined the streets, unoccupied. A street light lay on top of severl cars farther down the street. He heard a large piece of concrete crash to the ground somewhere behind him, followed by the piercing wail of some long forgotten car-alarm. He craned his neck and saw that the block had fallen from a tall office building that was missing a huge piece off the side. Rusted wires and a lone cubicle dangled out of the damaged side. Looking at the lower levels he could even see coffee mugs sitting on desks, probably still filled with coffee. Daray shuddered and moved on, weaving between the cars.
Daray had heard of this city before. It had once been a sprawling metropolis. No one knew what happened to it. One day, everyone just vanished. That had been over 100 years ago.
Daray was roused from his thoughts by the scrabble of claws on cement. Several large rats scampered under debris, chittering quietly. Daray flopped down on a park bench. Too hard. The bench split, revealing rotted wood. He landed with an "oof" on the ground and picked himself up quietly. He didn't want to waste any more energy teleporting.
Scientists had been afraid of visiting the city, and had delayed scavenger units until the city had faded into the distant past. Daray wondered what had scared them off...
He found an isolated piece of asphalt and sat on it. He wrapped his cloak tightly around him and wondered what to do.
(Okay, a dollar to spar with Daray. Step right up ladies and gentlemen. Ah I'm just kidding. For you my friend, no charge. Uh yeah, he carries a knife. That's his weapon. Feel free to spar whenever.)
Brad
(Now, I've decided to have Daray spar. Fight him whenever you want if you want an opponent that's a bit more human (not to mention more challenging) than the griffin. The setting is the ruins of some city. Like in 12 Monkeys. You know how New York looks? Yeah. Like that. Also, Daray does take hits, and he isn't invincible.)
Daray picked his way through the rubble of a collapsed corner store. A sharp wind blew his cloak about him. He hopped over the low remnants of a wall, and lost his footing. He toppled over, but just before he hit the ground he vanished, reappearing several yards from where he had fallen. He felt a little bit out of breath from the teleport, as they tired him by a fair amount. He stepped onto what had once been a wide street. Cars still lined the streets, unoccupied. A street light lay on top of severl cars farther down the street. He heard a large piece of concrete crash to the ground somewhere behind him, followed by the piercing wail of some long forgotten car-alarm. He craned his neck and saw that the block had fallen from a tall office building that was missing a huge piece off the side. Rusted wires and a lone cubicle dangled out of the damaged side. Looking at the lower levels he could even see coffee mugs sitting on desks, probably still filled with coffee. Daray shuddered and moved on, weaving between the cars.
Daray had heard of this city before. It had once been a sprawling metropolis. No one knew what happened to it. One day, everyone just vanished. That had been over 100 years ago.
Daray was roused from his thoughts by the scrabble of claws on cement. Several large rats scampered under debris, chittering quietly. Daray flopped down on a park bench. Too hard. The bench split, revealing rotted wood. He landed with an "oof" on the ground and picked himself up quietly. He didn't want to waste any more energy teleporting.
Scientists had been afraid of visiting the city, and had delayed scavenger units until the city had faded into the distant past. Daray wondered what had scared them off...
He found an isolated piece of asphalt and sat on it. He wrapped his cloak tightly around him and wondered what to do.
(Okay, a dollar to spar with Daray. Step right up ladies and gentlemen. Ah I'm just kidding. For you my friend, no charge. Uh yeah, he carries a knife. That's his weapon. Feel free to spar whenever.)
Brad