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Jee Macnamara
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« on: June 23, 2005, 10:59:22 AM »

Cold. That was the best way to describe how Jee felt. It turned out that a river constantly rushing past you as you were stuck in a large burlap sack would do that to you. And what was worse was that it seemed the water was really close to his head.

It all started right after the explosion. Jee had opened his eyes a little too soon. The kidnappers didn’t seem to like this. They argued for a short while, then clubbed Jee over the head and threw him in a bag like the rest of the ones who were kidnapped. They couldn’t just take him back though. He had seen their faces! They weren’t going to let the other ones see their faces!

So they threw him in the river in the big sack. Luckily, after only about five minutes the bag got caught on a branch sticking into the river. Soon after that, Jee caught his breath and finished coughing up the rest of the water in his lungs. He called out for help, but received no response. The armor-clad young man continued yelling, his lungs aching.

Three minutes later he resigned himself to death. He knew he was going to drown. What a fitting end to a fruitless life. Jee would have at least liked Hobart to be by his side. And that’s when it struck him. He had to live long enough to get out of this bag! He had to rescue Hobart from those dastardly murderous miscreants!

Coincidentally, he heard horse hooves just then. Yay! Horse hooves. Jee began to call out again,
“I’M IN THE RIVER! IT’S VERY COLD HERE! I WOULDN’T MIND IF SOMEONE RESCUED ME! IN FACT, IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED! THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP! I’LL BE RIGHT HERE!”

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« Reply #1 on: June 27, 2005, 03:51:22 AM »

Brodin had started off the day in a good mood, which was unusual, but after his encounter with the pair of elves, he was back to his regular self. Riding Jack in a slow walk, Brodin slumped in a solemn stare. Who did those women think they were? he mumbled to himself. Matter of fact he should ride back there right now and tell him what he thought! No. Then they would only waste more of his time.

Surfacing out of his thoughts he came upon a small river. It was several peds wide and did seem to have a swift current. Deciding he would have to find another place to cross, Brodin started Jake downstream for a better location. Grumbling something about the rudeness of elves, Brodin was oblivious as the muffled yells broke the calm afternoon. Plodding along, Brodin’s mind suddenly snapped into focus on the interrupting yells. Heeling Jake into action, the shouts were coming from his left from across the river. No, they were on this side. No, they were coming from in the river.

Arriving at the river edge, he frantically searched, his head swiveling from side to side. There was no one in sight, only some rocks and a small downed tree. The muffled yells came again. Looking to their source, Brodin noticed a sack, half submerged, clinging to the underside of the downed tree. There must be someone in that sack! Brodin leapt from Jake’s back to help, but his foot caught in the stirrup and he hit the ground hard. With mud caked across his entire front, Brodin struggled to pull air back into his lungs as he pushed himself up and scrambled towards the tree. He had never been a good swimmer; it just never played a part in his life, but he wished it had now. Brodin sloshed through the shallows, holding onto the fallen tree to make his way to the rescue. “Don’t worry! I’m a comin! I’m a comin,” he shouted as he got closer.

As he reached the sack, the water was quite fast and deep, so he flipped a leg over a branch to help hold on. Grabbing on to the sack, he could hear another mumbled yelp as the branch holding it broke. Brodin now found himself in quite a predicament. With his legs and one hand holding to the tree, he held on tight to the sack with the other as the river tried to pull it from his grasp. To let go with any limb would mean either him or the sack would be swept away. He thought his arms would tear out of their sockets as he screamed for help, “HELP! By the Gods someone help me! HELP!” He was far from town, and knew no one would hear him from that far away, but he yelled nonetheless. Hope suddenly struck his brain. Those two elves! Dear Gods, please let them hear me! “HELP! We are in the river!” It didn’t matter how fast they came, he was sure his shoulders would rip out before they got there. Where were those bloody elves when you need them!?

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« Reply #2 on: June 27, 2005, 07:33:22 AM »

Luca smiled in her sleep but her eye lids were forced to flutter open from her slumber as a peircing cry rang in her ear. The birds, two of them, were chirping and whistling in the trees, jumping from limb to limb in their little birdy games. Luca watched them with an open eye, a little smirk curling on her rosey pink lips. Stretching, the half elf sprawled along the branch, arching her spine down like a cat, and gazing out across the countryside. Endless, uninterrupted countryside. Something about the open spaces almost seemed to smother Luca. Of course she liked being out in the world sometimes, but it would never compare to the feeling of the closeness in a big city.

Letting her eyes wander, Luca noticed something to the west that did, in fact, interrupt the scenery. A big cloud of dust was hurtling through the open flats, and in the chaos within itself, was growing larger and more spastic with each turn. Luca was about to call Pick to get a better idea of the thing, when something else alerted her attention. The birds having flown away, the quietness of nature was once again disturbed by a less than tranquil cry. It was people, and they were in trouble.

Feeling obligated to help, Luca flung her leg over the branch and moved to lower herself down onto the next, but much to her surprise, the next branch was a lot further down than she remembered. The thief's grip faltered and she fell, landing on the lower branch with her feet which promptly slipped out from under her. Tumbling town through the series of limbs and the tangles of leaves, Luca eventually found herself hanging upside down by her legs, the half-elf's head just a few nailsbreadth from the ground. Cursing fluently, the half elf straightened out her limbs, rolled to the ground and promptly set off at a moderate run in the direction of the river after picking up her pack.

It wasn't long until she found herself a few peds upstream of the scene, not even out of breath, and watching as the man from before helplessly tried to save a sack in the river. Luca trotted over and crouched on the shore by the fallen tree, scrutinizing the pace of the river. Figuring it was nothing the once-upon-a-time pirate couldn't handle, Luca slipped off her thick grey sweater revealing her square necked white tank top. "What's so important in that sack, boy?" she called out over the rush of the river as Luca slipped off her boots, wiggling ten little toes.


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« Reply #3 on: June 27, 2005, 01:37:22 PM »

Brodin continued to hold on as it became harder and harder to hold onto the sack. “Don’t worry, I’m doing my best to help you,” he reassured whomever he was trying to save. After what seemed an eternity, but in reality only a few moments, a figure came into his peripheral vision and a voice called out.

“What's so important in that sack, boy?”

Craning his neck around to see who was speaking, he could see it was the short haired elf he had met. Thank the Gods they had answered his prayers! Brodin’s grip started to loosen on the sack. Boy?... He was certainly older than she! “There’s someone in it!” he hollered. He tried to pull the sack in a little closer to get a better grip.

*snap*

The branch which his hand was holding onto the tree with broke off under the strain. The jolt made his hold on the sack loosen even more, and so he grabbed on with both hands. Brodin’s face was now partly under the cold water, but he held on with dear life. His legs couldn’t hold him to the slick tree and slid off. Fully prepared to be swept away with the swift current, he was a little perplexed when he felt a quick tug on his lower half and his belt slid from his waist. The water rushed past, and he realized he had stopped. Cold water rushed over his bare legs. Twisting and blinking away water, he could see that his pants had caught on a branch. Brodin was now stretched out, holding onto the bag with his hands, and with his pants around his ankles which then extended to the tree. Dear Gods! You had to strip away my dignity as well! Coughing on water, Brodin couldn’t get out another call for help.

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« Reply #4 on: June 27, 2005, 03:28:22 PM »

((I was going to wait for Aryia'en to post, but this is too good of a "Am I missing something?" scenario for Aryia for me to pass up))

Luca cringed as the branch snapped and threw the poor man further into the water. Luca sloshed into the current, letting out a shocked yelp at the temperature, and hopped up to the thick base of the now horizontal tree. Quite used to balancing on the slick surfaces of a deck under seawash, Luca quickly found herself standing over the poor man and his stark white and less than pleasant derriere.

Luca took out her dagger and held it between her teeth, jumping into the river where, at this point, rushed swiftly just below her chest. Fortunately, at least in this particular context, the bottom of the river was littered with large rocks. Leaning against the flow, Luca slowly picked her way through, more than once painfully stubbing or occasionally cutting her bare feet on the stones. Coming to the bag, the half-elf, drenched to the bone and teeth chattering with the cold, took up her dagger and screamed into the sack.

"For the sake of all that is holy, don't move!" and Luca swiftly stabbed through the fabric and dragged the blade across to make a hole sizeable enough to be ripped open.

Unfortunately, the half-elf lost her concentration of staying upright and was swept off with the current, pitching forward into the waters. Though a strong swimmer, Luca was not a strong girl, and her efforts could do nothing but keep from drowning and breaking her legs.


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« Reply #5 on: June 29, 2005, 01:42:22 PM »

"Sweet goodness, someone is saving me!" Jee said, mostly to himself. With all the moving and rattling around it seemed the man wasn't doing a good job. "You must be new to this whole 'saving' business," the young man yelled over the noise of the river. Jee was only trying to be humorous, of course. It seemed that his rescuer wasn't the best, but the Vanquisher of Ills wasn't one to look at gift horses; in the mouth or otherwise.

After a good bit of unintelligible screaming coming from just outside the bag, it seemed that he wasn't going to be saved. The bag just kept slipping further and further down the river. Jee was getting less and less confident about being saved by the second. He began whimpering like a little girl, something he did best. But his hopes began to rise with the sound of a familiar woman’s voice right outside the sack.

"AHHHH! You're trying to kill me!" Jee shouted as the knife pierced the bag and slid down. Jee continued to sit in the bag, cowering in the fetal position. A few seconds later, however, he realized that this was not an attempt on his life, but another try to rescue him! Jee reached forward and ripped the hole open the rest of the way, peaking out. He soon realized that peaking out was not the best idea, as he was in a bag. The hole ripped open the rest of the way and Jee fell out, tumbling through the river in his plate armor, right behind the young half-elven maiden.

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« Reply #6 on: June 30, 2005, 04:10:22 AM »

The male human had thankfully removed himself from her the immediate vicinity, and Luca had made her way off as well, presumably to aid in the searching of clues. Aryia`en heaved a protracted sigh. The sudden avalanche of events had strained her patience and sapped her verve for the day. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and allowed herself to revel in the brief moment of peace, courtesy of Luca and Brodin's absence.

It was just mere moments, but it was sufficient for a speedy revitalization of her senses. After all, she had been in harsher situations throughout her training. Yet, all her training up till now had failed to prepare her for a (occasionally) whiny, headstrong, willful yet peculiarly endearing half-elf and all the abberations of the world.

Aryia`en proceeded to round up the steeds, and gave Shaer a comforting scratch on the head. Shaer had been "whiny" (if that was indeed an apt word to describe a serpant's childlike tantrum behaviour) even since Luca's departure, constantly flicking out its tongue towards the north in an impatient, interrogative manner. Aryia`en smiled the faintest of smiles, and murmured fondly to Shaer in a hushed tone, "Ah, dear friend, it seems like i am not the only one to have developed a certain partiality to that little misbegotten wench."

And then, the whisper of a passing breeze tugged unsettlingly at the tips of Aryia`en's ears.  Concentration was called to the fore in short order. She could hear it now -- a jumbled medley of hollering, all of familiar voices, along with familiar undertones of gleeful panic, alarm and chaotic fervour. Such an equation could only result in one sum: Trouble.

The thought of Luca elicited an inward groan from her. There was no time to lose. Knowing that her speed on foot was no match for speed on horseback, Aryia`en grabbed the reins of a random steed and hopped on in one swift, lithe movement, and hastened in the Northeast direction. Butterball whinnied in protest at the sudden acceleration required of her while some deep part of her equine consciousness was stupefied at how her relatively skinny and small-framed Mistress had managed to balloon considerably in weight within a mere matter of hours.

Butterball's half-hearted gallop was brought to a halt as Aryia`en arrived at a gushing stream, its current lashing merrily downstream, and what greeted her arrival would be seared into her memory for the next hundred years of so.

Bobbing down the river in order, was first, Luca, belly-up with her legs asplayed, displaying a decoration of bloodied cuts and bruises on the upturned soles of her feet; second, the "valiant" tall male blonde that had earlier arrived at the scene to rescue the day, tumbling wretchedly behind Luca like a drowned rat, and third, crowning the entire possession was a a pair of pale ...nubs. Which was ... attached to a man with an equally deathly pale shade on his face as he struggled to stay afloat.

Aryia`en had an intense urge to shield her eyes, but her training and instinct overrode her modest sensibilities. In a split second, her whip was unfurled from her waist, and lashed across the river to a sturdy looking tree on the other bank. After which, Aryia`en shouted to Luca, "Grab hold of the whip!"

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« Reply #7 on: July 01, 2005, 03:08:22 PM »

Luca snorted water violently out of her nose, just as her knee skipped painfully across a rock. "It could be worse" she thought, thinking back to the time she was being chased by a band of psychotic mullogs. "Stupid mullogs" she sputtered aloud, and it was just then that her watery ears picked up the sound of somebody yelling.

"Grab hold of the whip!"

"What whip!?" she garbled, just before being slapped in the face by a string of leather. Not sure at first what it was, Luca flailed a bit, and found her right arm entangled. Realizing this may be her chance of not dying a watery death, the half-elf took hold and clung to the whip, her bottom half attempting to continue with the flow of the river, while her upper half clung desperately to the leather, cutting off the circulation in her arm.


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« Reply #8 on: July 03, 2005, 11:38:22 AM »

Tumbling through a river while dressed in full plate armor was not easy. That was Jee's opinion, at least. It really weighs you down, keeping your head near the bottom of the water. On one of the sporadically happening chances Jee had to look around him while he flipped head over heels, he noticed the other woman from before standing up ahead. He couldn't tell what she was doing in that split second that he saw her, but he hoped that it was going to be helpful.

"Grab hold of the whip!"

Then, out of nowhere, he collided with something... it turned out to be a someone. The half-elf from earlier, in fact. It seemed that she was staying relatively stationary, so Jee attempted to grab hold. His hands kept slipping off, but finally he was able to get a grip. As he held onto the woman's ankles, all he could think of was how frigid the water was.

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« Reply #9 on: July 05, 2005, 06:23:22 AM »

Brodin’s head broke the surface of the river in a series of splashes and coughing breaths as the weight of the bag disappeared. With his eyes back again above the water, he looked to see a man covered in flashy armour spill out of a rent in the bag’s side, and the short haired elf being swept away in the river. In the midst of deciding, through the coughing and splashing, whether or not the rude elf had actually come to aid, and concluding that the reason the bag was so heavy was because of that man’s armour, Brodin felt the now familiar sensation as his pants once again ripped along their length. This time however, they ripped completely, and he was left with only shards of leather and his belt clinging to his ankles, as he was tossed through the current.

After a rise and resultant dip into the frigid water’s current, Brodin came almost face to face with the short haired elf, whom seemed not to be moving with the current. Stretching out his arms he grasped for purchase, but found none. The armoured man who had birthed from the sack was gripped to her ankles, and so again Brodin tried his luck to find a hold. Sweeping past the elf’s legs, Brodin managed to get a grasp on the man’s left shoulder, and wheeling around, another hand wrapped around the other easiest hold: the man’s face. Holding on for dear life to the edge of the man’s breast plate and unaware of his fingers’ grip on the man’s brow, nose and chin, Brodin coughed viciously as every time he seemed to get the water out of his lungs, the river graciously refilled them for him.

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« Reply #10 on: July 06, 2005, 06:38:22 AM »

Aryia`en lunged forward and fell to the ground on her knees as the unexpected weight of not one, but three bodies strung themselves higgledy-piggledy to the relatively scrawny whip line. It didn't help that Luca, Jee and Brodin were like chickens drenched in thick gravy -- sopping wet, with the wetness further weighing the bundle of them down.

Aryia`en groaned loudly and directed a slew of colourful elvish swearing towards everything in sight as her knees scraped painfully across the dirt ground despite all her efforts of bracing herself to hold the whip steady. With both hands gripping the other end of the whip with every ounce of her strength, her palms felt like they had gritty fire coursing across them. The body of the whip dipped gleefully closer and closer towards the surface of the water with Aryia`en's every inch forward.

In what could best be describe as a groller -- a growling holler -- Aryia`en winced and shouted out to the three figures that were causing her so much misery, "Make haste and ... use the whip to get to the bank -- all of you ... anyone of you! I ... can't ... prevail ... much longer!"

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« Reply #11 on: July 06, 2005, 05:51:22 AM »

((FYI, Khi, EzBoard ate Aryia's title.))

Butterball yinnied with alarm as his mistress was being bogged down  by men who seemed to enjoy lunging for her like animals. Wild eyed as a horse could be, the mottled rear end sprung into action. Of course, never having been the brightest colt in the caravan, the poor mish-moshed breed of horse simply tripped himself up in the whip that strung across the open groun. First the left foreleg tangled up and then, in his deserving alarm, his two back legs caught messed up in the fray. Regardless, Butterball's never ending appetite (for grass, oats, hair and otherwise) came to the rescue. With a snort and bray, the poor beast made an attempt to break for the open field, tripped up even more, collapsed down on his side and, in the process, dragging anybody and anything attached to the whip along with him.

Luca cried out as the elf pulled, the thin cord wrapped around her arm tightening painfully. "Stop stop!" she screamed, pausing for an intermission of colorful expletives before continuing, "You're taking my bloody, everloving arm off!" Suddenly, there was a violent lurch that dragged her under and then, miraculously, into the relative shallows of the river. The half-elf scrambled desperately at the muddy shore, kicking wildly and not caring what had become of the men who had hitched a ride, before collapsing on the muddy bank, water rushing at her ankles.


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« Reply #12 on: July 15, 2005, 04:59:22 PM »

Jee continued to hold onto the half-elf's ankles for dear life, wondering how long he would have to stay in this position. As the waves pounded his face and filled his armor with water, thus weighing him down, he felt something heavy hit his shoulder, and proceed to stay there. The young man's first instinct was the bat it away with his hand, but seeing as how his hands were saving his life, that was out of the question.

"Urhf!" Jee screamed as a fish hit him in the face. It turned out it wasn't a fish, but a hand of some sort, with fingers. It seemed that's what was on his shoulder, too. But, just as all the pieces were falling together, he was suddenly jerked away from his thoughts.

Pulled up into shallow water to be precise. The half-elf kicked him in the face and stepped on his hand in her attempts to jump up and run away. Jee managed to shrug off the pain, however, and shook the monkey off of his back and sprung up. He sprinted out of the water, following the half-elf maiden from earlier.

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« Reply #13 on: July 21, 2005, 01:33:22 PM »

With screams of playful delight dancing in the background, Brodin had had just about enough of playing good ol’ ‘Drink up the whole river’ as he could take. With his consciousness quickly swimming away, a lurching sensation brought him into the shallows. Thrown off the man he had been holding too and arms flailing as he stood up waist deep, it seemed Brodin couldn’t decide whether to gasp for air or cough out a lung. Quite a rescue that was! Pfft! After a moment of recovery both physically and mentally, he noticed the others had all ran ashore. But before he went very far, his face shone red and he bent down to pull up his smallclothes and the remaining tatters of pants which still hung to his belt. Quickly stalking out of the water Brodin gave a dark scowl to anyone who would notice. Stopping at the edge of the water, he looked down to survey the damage. Hardly half of his leather pants were still present, with one tear making it to not more than half a palmspan from his belt. If it was possible that Brodin’s face could get even one shade more crimson, it went two. Another deep scowl and a loud Harumph were directed at no one in particular. Noticing his horse Jake had trotted up to with a few peds of the group, probably because of the sight of another horse, Brodin quickly made his way over and behind Jake. Rummaging through the packs for dry clothes to change into, Brodin kept an ear open and an eye over Jake’s back for any conversation from the rest of the soggy group.

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« Reply #14 on: July 22, 2005, 03:23:22 AM »

Aryia`en groaned audibly as she released her painful hold on her whip, watching it lash back and settle itself into a disorderly coil on the ground. The palms of her hand were raw and peeling as Aryia`en fished into her waist pouches for a suitable soothing ointment.

The unlikely trio trundled up inland from their wash in the river, all soggy to the bone and one with a scowl that stood out as much as his pants-liberated back-end. Aryia`en directed a spectacularly sour scowl of her own at the dripping trio.

((OOC: Sorry it's so short and brief, but i'm leaving soon and wanted to make sure a post got put up before i leave, no matter how short. :x  Luca, i guess you're up next! Bring on the hogs! ;) ))

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