Beyond Dominia: The Fiction Mill: Again...

By Serra (Serra) on Monday, July 16, 2001 - 11:31 am:

Sprawled there on the forest floor half asleep, she shivered slightly...her small blanket had been thrown off in the middle of the night and was laying several feet away...the night had been restless and noone knows how many hours of rest she had actually gotten...

Suddenly, she sat up, leaning back on her hands and looking around with big brown eyes...her hand went to her waist where she normally kept her parrying dagger, but it met nothing...glancing to a tree many paces off, she saw her weapons leaning against it...she calmed some though, realizing that what she felt would not be helped by violence...something was strange, different...she got up on her knees and too a slower look around the small clearing she had made camp in last night...everything looked as she remembered it...almost

There was something different, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it...all her gear, what there was of it - weapons, backpack, blanket - was there, but something just wasn't right...she stood slowly, grimacing as her joints creaked from sleeping on the ground, then raised her arms up in a long stretch...lowering them, she smoothed her pale blue shirt and took small steps around the camp...she gathered up her belongings, stuffing the blanket into her pack and removing a small mirror...looking into it, she made a groan, then ran her hands through her long blonde hair, trying to straighten she replaced the mirror, she stopped, staring at the ground...THAT'S IT...there was no camp fire, not even charred ground where a fire may have been...she pulled her sword, frightened once again and peered around she noticed other things out of place...this tree, that slowly sank in that she had woken up somewhere other than where she had lain down...she just stood there confused, the morning sun spilling through the branches above and glinting off the serrated edge of her sword

By Spin13 (Spin13) on Tuesday, July 17, 2001 - 06:59 pm:

A single ray of the sun was captured in a swirl of dust, slowly spiralling to the earth from whence it came. No birds sang sweat melodies here, there was no russle in the brush.

The soft wind warmed, and with it came even more dust. As the fine powder came to a rest the wind almost seemed to whisper. Slow, simple. Each syllable another breathe of hot air.

"You aren't thinking hard enough."

The sun broke through a cloud and shone down upon her, glinting off of her hair, then quietly glancing off the world, to once again bound endlessly out into space.

By Serra (Serra) on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 12:11 am:


By Spin13 (Spin13) on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 01:31 am:

OCC: Oops. Sorry. I meant to write it up in two parts (can't remember why now), and after my computer crashed I got distracted. I'll try and pick it up again now. My apologies for any confusion and/or delay.

Seconds turned to minutes, but the wind whispered no more. Grey eyes watched the girl, watched her hair, her precise movements. Grey eyes saw, but the mind behind them said nothing. It might have seemed like forever, but time means only sand to the stones, and like the stones, this one would wait.

And then he was so that she might see him. He stood behind her, and it was he who spoke first.

"Different." He said, the first sound beyond that of the wind. "And yet strangely beautiful, isn't it, when it isn't you doing the walking?"

"Think harder. Why are you here?" He paused, gave a slow look to the sky, and spoke again.

"Its is funny to think that mortals believe that they who move, and not the ground they tread upon. It wasn't I who moved you. No, and you did not do it yourself. But lay your head upon the ground and dream, and she will hear you. Thats why you are here."

"The earth has reached you, and I know not why. This world is alive. I do know that. I have lived that fact my whole life."

The grey cloth seemed to ripple as the tall body within moved. Grey eyes held steady, tiny orbs trapped within an almond prison. The dust alround him glistened in the sun, ignoring even shadow. He walked from the edge of the clearing towards the girl, arms tucked with cloth, face veiled, and into the full warmth of the sun.

"This is Ethelyal, the land between the sand and sea. And I am Kal'Dias. Why we are here together is unknown to me. But the earth has its callings. The path to your campground lies that way," he said pointing, "but I think you have other plans....."

By Serra (Serra) on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 11:38 am:

She jumped slightly, raising her sword as she turned, but then lowered it slowly again listening to his words. As he finished, she glanced off in the direction he indicated, then looked back at him.

Did you also come to this place by a means other than foot?

By Spin13 (Spin13) on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 02:36 pm:

The grey veil stretched across this mouth seemed to move in the tiniest way, suggesting a smile upon his face. The grey eyes remained unchanged.

"Count me as the exception. The world turns for me with every step."

A cloud crept through the sky, obscuring the sun. Still the dust danced visibly around the grey robes of the giant.

"Tell me; What do you think of the world? And I may share with you what the world thinks of us."

By Serra (Serra) on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 11:48 pm:

She looked around, taking in what she could.

I cannot say...i have barely been here an hour. It doesn't seem too different from the world I was in when I went to sleep last night...but I do know that a quick glance cannot really tell me much.

By Spin13 (Spin13) on Wednesday, July 25, 2001 - 04:21 pm:

ooc: sorry about the long wait, I'd been a way for a while, and just recently got the motivation :)

The world spun that day. The remain path to circle the sun grew shorter, and time was time.

The place may have looked like others, it may have actually been another place before; you cannot tell, for the world works as it chooses to. It is this land that lets you see what you want to see. The earth's oracle, yet strangely just a mirror.

"Ethelyal.... This place reminds you of the world you fell asleep in, because its inside your mind. Surely this place has a true shape, but the grant the mind power over the eyes, and this," he said, spreading his arms wide, "is what your mind will tell you."

"Tell me where you were, where you were going, and I will tell you why this is what you have become."

By Serra (Serra) on Wednesday, August 01, 2001 - 02:27 am:

Umm, I wasn't really going anywhere...I am rather aimless at this point in my life.

By Serra (Serra) on Monday, August 13, 2001 - 01:10 pm:

She stood there for a long while waiting for an answer. He seemed to have become lost in thought. She glanced around seeing a spire of a castle or keep or something in the distance over some low trees and headed off in that direction.

By scotty&fario on Thursday, August 16, 2001 - 02:11 am:

OOC: may I?

The sky looked normal until then.

Suddenly, beams of loud electric pulses started forming above. Shaping into a ball of dense lightning. Part of the sky seemed to spin and rip apart, and from the crack, started falling somebody.


The ground shaked a little.
The figure was a short, chubby man with a long beard, wearing red robes and a big pointy hat, holding a long stick.

As if nothing happened, he started getting up with the help of his stick, speaking to himself.

...that damned OUZ! what has he put me into now?

could be heard from distance.

By Serra (Serra) on Thursday, August 16, 2001 - 08:42 pm:

She stopped in her tracks, blinking as the little man dusted himself off.

Umm, are you alright?

By scotty&fario on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 03:23 am:

OOC: here we go!

yes.. yes..
the little man said breathing heavily as the light show above diminished.
well, at least we can communicate. This place must be somewhat related to where I came from
He held his waist and straightened himself, making crackling sounds.
ouww! sometimes I think I am getting too old for this.
He stood about 3-4 feet tall, maybe a little bit taller than a dwarf.
With his grey hair and dark eyes, he looked like a friendly, fatherly figure.
However, the lines on his forehead gave the impression that he was troubled a lot.
now the question is, where are we?
hmm..she doesn't look like a bad person.
He put down his staff, turned around, moved his hand and spelled some words. Nothing happened.
what? I must have lost some of my power.
He repeated with more passion this time, and out of thin air, a book appeared at the height of his head.
It opened with one move of his finger and a lot of many faced geometrical shapes formed above the floating book.
I see.. she couldn't kill me. She just sent me to somewhere I would never be able to escape from. Clever girl.
The shapes disappeared into the open pages. And in the middle of the pages was a what looked like a faerie.
oh poor fario! Did you get hurt during the fall?
said the little man, holding the faerie carefully. It stood up in his hand and flied towards the girl.
The man came to tongue as the faerie flied.
Oh yes I forgot to introduce myself. I am Scotty Picklenose, and this is my trusty companion Fario the faerie. He lives in my book.

By OOC-scotty&fario on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 03:45 am:

OOC: and by the way, the geometrical shapes were making chimes sounds. But you can imagine that as well.

By Serra (Serra) on Friday, August 17, 2001 - 02:28 pm:

She looked at the faery, then to the little man's nose...

Picklenose, eh? It's fitting. She grinned slightly. ...and Fario. Nice to meet you two. I am Sera Eirian...

...and this is my sword, Ass-Kicker.
She motioned to her scabbard.

I also just arrived here...well sometime last night anyway, but I'm not really sure where here is.

By Scotty&Fario on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 04:07 am:

He took the book and closed it with one large hand. The book disappeared, but what happened looked totally natural.

Yes. In fact, the little man had a nose much like a big pickle, but skin colored.

Well, this nose actually saved me quite a many times. It warnes me of the danger ahead.

However, the sight of his friend was more interesting. Fario was one handsome-looking faerie. He wore a blue-red jacket, white trousers and he was holding a little saber nobly downwards while in the air.
(OOC: no, I am not from the US)

He grinned while picking up his staff.

Fario usually disappears when there is somebody with bad motivations around, but now he wishes to guard you against evil forces for now.

The little man said, as the faerie flew towards her shoulder.

Oh and how did you arrive here my dear Sera? Did you have unfriendly wizards living around you as well?

By OOC-Scotty&Fario on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 04:09 am:

OOC: now for now duuh!

By Super Autumn Gaeanewt on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 08:08 am:

Little did they know, somebody was watching. Not from close up, but not from far away. The way the world works here is not normal, I can see someone a mile away, and bump into someone else, when they are right in front of my nose. No, the watcher was not close, but he knew how to make the world turn for him, and he knew just how little resistance there was for him. He decided against attacking imediately, there was plenty of time for that later. For now he just watched, and thought of the bounty on the wizard's head.

By Serra (Serra) on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 08:56 am:

She glanced at her shoulder as Fario landed, then back to Picklenose.

Well, I'm not really sure about that either. I set down to camp for the night, when I woke up, I was somewhere

By scotty&fario on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 04:53 pm:

I see.. well, I suggest we explore the place together. Like the old ones say, "Two hands have voice, one hand has little."

observing around carefully, he noticed some sort of a tower in the distance.

Yes. Speaking of the devil. Civilization. Shall we?

Suddenly, Scotty was shocked to see that that he was scratching his nose for some time without realising. He turned towards where seemed to have a dense vegetation and stared at there for some time, stroking his beard.

looks as if some big black beast is going to come out of those bushes and run towards here.

By Serra (Serra) on Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 08:02 pm:

Well then, perhaps we should be on our way.

She backed up slowly as her hands went to her sword and parrying dagger.

By scotty&fario on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 01:47 am:

OOC: err.. orange is a thinking line. Anyway.. May I change the tense? it is too sad.

He steps forward and touches the hilt of the sword saying:

Yes, well. It looks as if this tower is moving away as we speak. If we do not move before mid-day, we will not be there until the next sunset. Come, lets go.

He smiles and starts walking with funny, quick steps, his staff making big steps next to him.

By Spin13 (Spin13) on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 03:45 am:

OOC: Serra, sorry about the lack of posts, work will do that to ya, and until recently I haven't found the motivation to write in the spare moments I've had. Glad to see you've continued on without me, and I didn't ruin this for anybody. :) Good luck!

Without an aim, without a care. If the girl was to be in the world without direction, then the world would choose her path for her. If the girl was still without direction, he, grey-eyes, could not tell her where her fate may have laid. The reasoning of the world was beyond him this time. Perhaps her direction was his....

Thoughts carried him nowhere, and when his eyes again cast their sight about the fruited landscape, she was gone. A weary foot lifted, and followed.

"Mother, may you bring me to the girl you have shown to me?"

The earth turned slightly faster, as one foot lifted behind the other, and he was on his way, a flutter of dust and grey robes.

By OOC: Scotty says, listen to ol scotty. on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 05:10 am:

OOC: Spin, almost everything you wrote so far started with some kind of "sorry serra". This brings me up with some ideas of harsh critisizm if you don't mind.

By Serra (Serra) on Sunday, August 19, 2001 - 08:09 pm:

ooc: i thought orange was fario

By scotty&fario on Sunday, August 26, 2001 - 07:27 am:

ooc: it is friggin' 35C hier. must.. rp..

And so they(?) went and they went like there was no tomorrow. The spire got farther and farther as they walked. It was like an illusion that did not wish to be reached. A trap of some kind. The sounds of a staff hitting the ground and some metal klinging from Sera were being absorbed by the thick air. Fario never showed any weight. Sometimes it seemed to disappear and appear again on the same place.

The time went too fast even for the sun,
and it started getting darker
before they managed to reach the tower.

They were in an opening, with only one big rock on the ground and nothing else around for a mile. This rock looked as if it was celanly cut into half by a very angry person's sword.

By Elrohir (Elrohir) on Sunday, August 26, 2001 - 11:15 am:

35 C? Degrees Celsius? Lessee.... 32(9/5)+32= 95F. You're complaining about 95F? Oy! Temps like that are nice and cozy. :P

By scotty:P on Sunday, August 26, 2001 - 12:05 pm:

ooc: To the Elrohir nicked person;

ya 35C.. in shadow. that makes 'bout 45C under mid-day's sun, take away the humidity which relatively increases outer body heat.
Lessee... (9/5)*45 + 32= 113F (oi!)
Maybe this is nice and cozy for a bareass african native. (if there's any left)

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