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Post by Lucky on Mar 9, 2017 13:48:55 GMT
Rose makes a tsking sound at Illiana"I still think you might be part god. I will ask if they will come tell us a story."Rose's voice echoes across the intercom, "If Will or Trouble, or anyone else has time, we are having story time at my sarcophagus and would love to hear stories of your people."ROSE RED (aka Rosenrot)
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Post by librariancub on Mar 10, 2017 6:31:10 GMT
Poosh ambled in and over to the sarcophagus containing Rose. "Hello there." He said amiably as he placed the palm of his cybernetic hand against the side of the life support unit. "I'm not much of a storyteller, but I'm glad to listen. I need to follow up on the procedures we carried out the other day. Make sure the incisions are healing and the irritation to the mounting sites has subsided, that sort of thing. You'll barely know I'm here." The readout panel in Poosh's arm flips open as the delicate armatures containing the diagnostic tools unfolded and began a hypnotic, arachnid-like dance.
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Post by illiana on Mar 10, 2017 21:42:10 GMT
Illiana watches as the doctor works. "Your people don't tell stories?" She turns a looks at Rose. "I may have god-like powers but Im not sure I would want all that responsibility. Seems like a ton of work, and you know how I feel about that."
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Post by Lucky on Mar 11, 2017 1:42:15 GMT
The machines around Rose whir to life, the camera swivels to watch Poosh."No problems doctor, thank you for everything. Illiana you do have god killing powers though, oh and Trouble is coming, I think she wants to tell a story."ROSE RED (aka Rosenrot)
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Post by wolsey on Mar 11, 2017 2:15:37 GMT
Will's voice comes over the intercom, "Sorry, I'm not much of a story teller. I need to get some things nailed down out here, but I might swing by later. I'm sure Trouble will talk your ear off, though."
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Post by Lucky on Mar 11, 2017 2:17:26 GMT
Trouble slides into the room, she turns to Illiana, then to Poosh, finally to Rose, making a shushing motion with her hand. “I have a story of a great beastman warrior”Trouble continues on without waiting and reaches into her satchel, she pulls out her fingers, covered in a deep red liquid and runs her fingers under her eyes in a lightning bolt pattern. “Some time ago, there was a forested planet with a white star that the Beastman had named “Kildare’s Point”. The planet was used often by the different warbands and nursery bands who traveled the local warp. It was an oasis, a safe spot that the children could be raised.One day a red comet lit up the night sky and the Sand Mother Nursery band hid from the light. The omens and dreams whispered that death traveled on that comet. The nursery band did not have any warriors available since the local warbands were out raiding for supplies. The comet hit the mountainside out of the rock stormed forth a Kharne Warp Raider and his men. The Warp raider belonged to an old Legionnaire unit that had forsaken the light and became one with the Blood God, his armor melded to him." Trouble shifts her weight and takes a deep breath and continues speaking."After days of hiding, the Kharne Raider, named Matiz Bloodheart finally found the band and captured the adults and children of the Sand Mother Nursery Band. He began daily sacrifices, starting with the oldest and strongest of the band. The children and nursing mothers knew they were doomed, and the sacrifice to Kharne meant they probably would not be able to go to the dreaming.The band held tight, only a couple beastman begged to join the Warp Raiders, and these were not part of the band normally. The third sunrise came and the beastmen woke with a dream of a brave beastman coming. A hero who would save the band.The band did not get to witness most of the fight, but the beastman warrior devastated the Warp Raiders. His axe severed limbs from body, head from neck and he waded deep into battle. His anger was sharp and he cried out in challenge to the followers of Kharne. He had left his child with the nursery band and he would not allow the Warp Raiders any respite.
Trouble moves as if she is fighting a large group of invisible foes. Her breath ragged from her movements. "Finally, on the piles of the dead Warp Raiders, the beastman and Matiz met. Matiz and his force sword, cruelly twisted by Kharne, and the beastman and his trusty war axe that he had always carried, worn down by years of use. They fought for many minutes, tearing up the area around them in the carnage. The entire time Matize entreated with the beastman to give him his name and to join his raiders. The beastman ignored his enticements. Finally, a mortal blow was struck by the beastman against Matiz and the chaos follower collapsed."
Trouble flops to the floor, looking up at the ceiling as if seeing someone there. "Matiz looked up at the beastman who stood above him, readying the death blow and asked him, “Who are you warrior, so I can take your name to Kharne”. The beastman warrior leaned over, closely and whispered. “I am Deathstorm, and you will get no mercy, you dared take my daughter.”With that Deathstorm the beastman lopped Matiz’s head off, power armor and all with a single blow. Deathstorm was celebrated as the hero by the Sand Mother nursery band and by his daughter who loved him.”With that Trouble bowed to the people present, and then promptly sits down, waiting for the next person. The red paint on her face still slick in appearance.
- Trouble
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Post by illiana on Mar 11, 2017 5:22:57 GMT
Illiana's mouth gapes for a moment before she speaks. "That... was an amazing story, and you are a great story teller. I'll have to take you home to tell stories to my tribe one day. Does your dad know your telling stories about him?"
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Post by librariancub on Mar 11, 2017 21:14:16 GMT
Poosh responds to Illiana. "Oh, we tell stories, write books, create dramas, all that sort of thing. I just never really took an interest. I mean I read a book here and there, just not much of a storyteller myself."
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Post by illiana on Mar 11, 2017 22:17:14 GMT
Illiana looks over to the doctor. "You dont necessarily need skill in story telling. Im by no means a story teller, I think a lot has to do with your audience and the type of story you tell. "
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Post by librariancub on Mar 13, 2017 17:47:58 GMT
"Well, I'll give it some thought." He released his connections to the sarcophagus. He let the instrumentation remain unfolded and walked over to Illiana. "I understand you can no longer change forms? Have you had a doctor examine you?" His armatures waved in the air, whirring quietly, giving the impression of independence.
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Post by Lucky on Mar 13, 2017 18:05:28 GMT
Trouble looks back and forth between the others. A small look of annoyance crosses her face then disappears. An animalistic snuffle can be heard, a deep breath is taken then her face goes back to her normal look. Is story time over?
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Post by librariancub on Mar 13, 2017 18:22:11 GMT
"Oh, no. Go right ahead." His armatures snapped rapidly back into place. "I really didn't mean to stop the fun." Poosh squatted down on his belly and folded his arms under his chin.
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Post by illiana on Mar 13, 2017 19:41:03 GMT
Illiana takes half a step back from the wearing armatures, her eyes going wide. She looks at Trouble then back to Poosh. " Story time is not over, and Cesta looked at me. Mostly he just took some blood. Im not sure if that is the same thing." She turns back to Trouble. "Would you like to tell another story? Maybe your favorite that you where told as a child?"
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Post by Lucky on Mar 14, 2017 13:16:57 GMT
Trouble smiles at Illiana, and that smile follows her as she looks at Poosh. “I can tell you about Asura Speaker of the Rocks, I learned this while dreaming.
Asura was a quiet beastwoman, loyal to her band and her tribe. She had followed the leaders of the Widow maker band, who were renowned raiders. For years, she followed them, constantly asking to be tested to be a warrior, and constantly failing the tests.
She was built small with a twisted leg, but she was quick of mind. However, her deformities kept her from succeeding in those tests. She would not give up though, no matter the pain or anguish.
The Widow makers arrived on an ice world, with only ice, snow and frozen rock caves to be seen. At the same time the band’s guide was lost in an avalanche. Without the guide, they could not find the warp portals and were trapped.”Trouble makes the motions of being cold and looks around forlornly as if lost. “The band became desperate, the warriors sought out a way off the planet, or in their anger enemies to fight, yet nothing could be found except a form of beetle that scuttled in the rocks. Days passed and the food stores were depleted. All that remained was eating the beetles and drinking snow.
It was during this time that Asura explored caves, following the trail of the beetles. As the band searched in vain for a way out of the world, food or an enemy Asura learned to speak to the beetles. Eventually she stopped coming to beg to take the warrior test and instead she stayed in the caves."Trouble takes a deep breath, cocks her head as if trying to remember something she was told. “The more she stayed in the caves, the more the band found different types of beetles to eat. Starvation was held back by this new food source. The mutiny that was beginning, quickly subsided and the band became more steady. This alarmed the leaders of the band, the only thing that could calm a band that didn’t involve the warband leader disciplining people was a shaman, yet they had no shaman since Long Eyes perished in a raid the year before. There was no warp here, so no shaman could appear as Shaman’s were only gifted their abilities by the Warp Powers.
More days passed and camp could feel the ground move under them, it was in fits and starts and never very long. Asura had stopped coming back out of the caves. They yelled for her and she yelled back she would return. After some time Asura surfaced from the caves, with her came two dog sized beetles who obeyed her commands.
The leaders of the band were shocked, Asura stood in front of them, commanding creatures from the planet. Her voice had become firmer, more commanding and her eyes even keener then before. They spoke for hours and learned that she had heard whispering from the caves. She had gone into the belly of the rock and had learned how to speak to the rocks, and the creatures that lived in the rocks.
Not only that, but she knew of a gate down below. She told her people that they could go home. The beastman erupted into loud cries of joy. They would get off this hell hole of a planet return to raiding.
Even better now, they had a shaman again. A shaman from one of their own, and even more unusual a shaman that had no allegiance to warp or chaos at all. Her powers came from the spirits, and the band renamed itself the Band of the Scarab. The band went on for many more adventures, fighting not only the normal targets, but fighting the powers of the warp. The realization that beastman do not have to serve the warp had made the band stronger.”With that Trouble sits back down, a large smile on her face.
- Trouble
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Post by illiana on Mar 14, 2017 13:49:31 GMT
Illiana leans back in her chair eyes closed. A smile graces her lips and she sighs. "I like that one." She sits up, her back straight and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She looks over at Trouble a toothy grin spreading across her face. "It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Makes me wanna hug someone. Dont you wanna huge someone Trouble... Like maybe your dad? Let's go give your dad a big hug." Illiana stands up and waits for Trouble to follow. "We could turn it into a stalking lesson. Hey Rose, where is Will?"
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