Conquer Club

Got some crap/stress at the mo', Lindax, but will post shortly - tomorrow evening please?

shit, im in doodle earth, nuclear, no fog, but...... lol, sadly i'm to drunk to continue the dialect, but luv the work pals

Yes I'll join if any spots are left

Lindax wrote:

Pheonix.bradley wrote:shit, im in doodle earth, nuclear, no fog, but...... lol, sadly i'm to drunk to continue the dialect, but luv the work pals

Ok, Chapter 14 is yours.

I'll need some more details for your settings though.... once you're sober enough.

Lx

These are the players you get when you leave recruiting to me

Count me in - mail me when I need to join.

I'm in.

Can my round be San Francisco, standard, 3 player, automatic, flat rate, unlimited, sunny?

You'll give me a chapter to write?

thunderhue

I sent Lindax a PM, just wanted to apologize for holding things up - I am unable to contribute and participate. Good luck to all.

Since the three members of the party were split apart by the vortex they couldn't protect one another. Bolo was the first to die. When he landed after being swept off by the weird force he was immediately surrounded by dark evil creatures. He swung his dagger in every direction. Mightily he fought for hours, killing 7 or 8 of the unkown varmints. Poor Bolo bled to death from all the bites and scratches he suffered while fighting for his life. Whatever the Dark Prince of Midian and the Wicked Witch of the East had conjured up it was working, and it was evil.

The Ranger was the second to die. When he landed from the bizarre disruption he found himself upside down and hanging by his boot from a branch about 60 feet above the ground. Below him he could only see multiple pairs of yellow eyes, and he could hear growls and howls of anticipation. He struggled for hours to pull himself up by his bootstraps. Eventually he grew too tired to fight anymore. He fell 60 feet to a pack of wolves who tore him apart, and ate him.

The Kight was picked up by the vortex as well and thrust into the strange place. He knew he was alone and that he was in trouble.

"I must gather my wits in order to save the Princess." He said out loud. "The Princess has been kidnapped, and I must save her for the King." He wasn't speaking to anyone, only out loud.

There were three attempts by evil forces to kill the Knight. Every attempt was denied by him. He survived every time. he was driven by the thought that he must save the Princess for the King. He continued to think about the Princess all the time he was acting to survive. It must have been a good thought because the evil spell cast by the Prince of Midian and the Wicked Witch of the East was broken. Good had once again triumphed over evil. It was a lesson that the knight had learned over and over. Good always triumphs over evil. A portal opened up in front of the Knight and he was transported back to where he was picked up.

He was alone now. Bolo and the Ranger were both dead. But the bad spell has been broken and now the Knight could continue on with his quest to find the ingredients requested by the witches that had taken Anna.

Ok, plug me in where needed. Our map will be:

Poison Rome, Nucular Spoils, Triples, Foggy, Chained.

I assume you'll pm when my writeup is needed?

OK I'm in.

1 v 1
England, no spoiles, sunny chained

Let me know when you need a chapter.

Well... my english isn't my first or second language... but i hope the grammar and vocabulary isn't that important for getting that 'general achievement medal'

if not i'll think i'll go for chapter 23

map: charleston, terminator, manual, sequential, escalating, chained, foggy (8 players)

my offering is in my first thread on page three, the settings for my bit have changed as well.

Note: imma put it here as well.

My Part
As the Knight trudged along the dusty path away from the portal, which quite suddenly disappeared, he looked towards the moon. “Oh Crap” he thought to himself, not a knightly thought but one needed, for his time away in the vortex had warped the fabric of time. Whereas when he had been tossed into the swirling whirlpool they had had a couple of months, now the moon was nearing it’s full. The knight only had a few days to complete the quest and find the ingredients. He resolved to do as best he could, the only thought keeping him from total disillusionment the Princess. As he trudged into the nearest town, he had become aware that something was following him, good or bad he had no idea.

In one motion he unsheathed his sword, and swirled it around his head, before almost bringing it down on the eldest man he had seen. The shrunken man looked quizzically at the sword, which grew hot in the knight’s hand. Too hot to bear as it tumbled from his grasp. At once the knight knew he was in the clutches of a powerful force. Good or bad he had no idea.

“Sit” commanded the force, and the Knight felt himself sagging to his knees. “Now listen” commanded the force, “I am the spirit of Midgard”.
“Oh please” thought the knight, “and I’m King Arthur.”
“No seriously, I am the spirit of Midgard. Also known as the mighty Steelhorse, The Courageous cloet, but my friends kill me the 812th Sam. Anyway I am here to help you” and with these words another portal opened directly in front of the Knight. “Oh please not another bloody portal” moaned the Knight.
“Fine then, you can walk the oak of Midgard” chuckled the spirit and closed the portal.
“NONONONONO” shouted the Knight, “Bring that back”
“Lol” said the spirit before the portal opened once more. “Now listen once more, mere mortal” commanded the spirit, “through this portal is a parody of our life, our world. And it is much smaller, what may be traversed in years over this land takes hours in this land, we call it” and here he whispered “Doodlonius.”
“Not Doodlonius” whispered the Knight.
“Doodlonius” whispered the spirit, and with that pushed him though the portal.

On the other side the Knight was bombarded by the colours and sounds and smells of Doodlonius, it was all new, all a bit much for the senses and the knight fell down and slept. When he woke up he new something was wrong, he proceeded carefully but as he feared they got to him before he found the portal out. There were 7 Assdoodles, assassins of the doodle realm, sent by the Dark Prince of Midian, out to assassinate the Knight for good. As they converged on him, the Knight had only limited thoughts. To fight for what was right, to avenge his dead friends, and most of all, to save the Princess, the one thing he had left.

Chapter X

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The Knight was left weary and famished after vanquishing the assassins of Doodlonius. Nonetheless, he set off in search of food and shelter in the bizarre world he had traversed.

He passed through the barren land of Irakstan to the cold wastes of More Russia, only to find himself on the edge of a huge cliff. Below, alll he could see was the brilliant whiteness of thick layers of cloud. Small wisps rose from the great sea, curling and rising towards him. As he breathed in the misty air, he felt revived and strong once again.

"By the great Gods, what is this world?" he said aloud.

Again, the spirit of Midgard appeared before him.

"Sire, beyond even my comprehension the mysteries of this World are. Limits to my knowledge there are. And forsaken by the Gods I am. Little of my knowledge can I share. Exists by different laws does this world. Move through time and space and connect with other worlds this place does. Keeping the balance of the forces of the universe its purpose is."

"But, but, that's impossible!" stammered the Knight.

"Learning you are. Open your mind you must. To succeed in your quest, accept what you once thought impossible you must."

The knight felt so confused. Images of witches, portals, a giant turtle, and a tiny world moving through time and space all whirled through his mind. He took a deep breath, summoning strength from the misty air. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on his quest and saving Anna.

"So, great spirit, or whatever you are, where do I go from here and why did you bring me here?"

"Sire, by Doodlonians, known as the Edge of the World the cliff you see before you is named. Stop them fear does. Explore down the cliff they dare not.

When the Gods fashioned the First World, Volcanus, this world also fashioned they did. The edge of one world the beginning of another it is."

"What are you telling me now? Down there is the beginning of time? And what is that to do with my quest?"

"Yes. Below those clouds the world of Volcanus lies."

The spirit could see the Knight looked troubled.

"Worried about your friend you are. Learn wisdom you must first do."

"But, the acorn from the Oak of Midgard, the seven drops of water. the scale of a dragon, the strands of hair!”

The knight suddenly felt he could feel something inside his mind, something soft and comforting.

"Myths of your culture remember you must . Volcanus in all cultures in myth remembered it is."

The Knight though long and hard, then remembered his father recounting a story of The First World by the fire when he was young. He remembered the feeling of fear and the images of a giant volcano and a ferocious dragon that his father's story conjured in the flames of the fire.

"So, I must go to Volcanus and slay a dragon for its scale. That is why you brought me here?"

The spirit smiled.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Give knowledge I can. Wisdom I cannot. Find it yourself you must. Guide you I can."

"Ok, so, how do I get down the cliff."

"Open your mind you must!"

The knight breathed strength from the air once more, and jumped ....