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Nimue looks over at Leena's snack and enviously conjures up one of her own, promptly dipping it into her seemingly unending supply of coffee.
"It looks as if he's in g – well, he's in someone's hands, anyway, no point in making our presence known now."
Her eyebrows furrowed with a look of baffled curiosity. "I do wish we know how he got there, why he was there... I wonder if he even remembers what happened before he woke up there..."
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Hmm she thought to herself. She noticed Nimue copy her snack and quickly conjured up a peice of angel pie. Then proceeded to stick her tongue out at her as she munched on the tasty treat. "It seems as if his friends have found him. The boy can sure snore though. Hmm, I think I shall appearm. Just to ask if he remembers anything"
Large dark storm clouds gather as lightning strikes the ground and Leena appears
She stood in front of the two and focused mainly on the one who had been lost. She was truely a sight to see. Metal glinted from almost every part of her body. She looked almost like a dominatrix on a power trip. But the voice that came forth from her lips seemed worthy of an angel, still it does not raise above a whisper. idlely she straightened on of her fingerless leather gloves.
"Tell me, do you recall anything that has happened to you?"
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Elmah looked upon this goddess that had appeared. He had not seen her before, but had heard of her. This was Leena. "I can recall nothing between the other world and the island…. Hey wait... have you been watching me??" He eyed her funny. "Thanks for helping me back there," he said sarcastically, apparently lacking respect for this immortal. He had been on the other world for too long. He wasn't used to being in the presence of gods anymore. He quickly bowed, though perhaps a bit late. "If you'll excuse me... " Elmah said before darting out the door.
Elmah sat in his house in the Plith suburbs now, alone. It bothered him how he couldn't remember how he got to that... infernal place. He had had a long dream, so elaborate. He remembered every detail. He dreamed that one day he had been hunting the beasts of Mystica, and that out of nowhere there was a huge explosion that rocked the entire planet. He was sent flying into another world. A horrible world, inhabited mostly by humans. The air was dirty, the water was dirty, and the humans were the biggest morons he had ever bore witness to. When people died there, noone really knew what happened, except that they didn't just simply come back to life. In fact, the majority of the humans spent their entire lives fighting each other over their theories about death, and the gods, though most of them believed in only one god. It was all bullshit. It was the most dull place Elmah had been in his entire life. Not to mention depressing. There was nothing for him there. Had it been a dream though? He woke up on that island.... How did he get there if the other world had been real? It didn't feel like a dream though. He drew his sword and sliced into one of the walls. This was bugging the hell out of him. He stormed out of his house, not bothering to lock the door. He knew someone he could ask. He stole a horse from the Plith stables and rode to Olaria. He walked straight into the mayor's office. He asked the mayor his opinion on this could-be dream. The mayor said he would tell him, if he first completed a quest for him. Elmah agreed, as he had little better to do at the moment. The mayor asked him to slay someone who had been troubling him for a long time now: Scarm, a notorious vampire known to reside somewhere in Reza. Crap.... this was gonna be hard. REALLY hard. No way he could do this alone. Elmah left the office and walked around town, looking for someone to maybe help him. Great, NOW noone was around. Reluctantly, he pointed his stolen horse toward the town of Reza and rode on, knowing he would probably not be able to win the battle to come. He rode past Plith, noticing a head on a stake outside the town. It looked familiar. He looked at it for a moment, finally recognizing it as the head of Arkain, someone he had become acquainted with in the past. Wow.... They must really not have liked that guy. Elmah rode on, noting to himself that he should try not to be that hated.
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Giggling, Nimue slowly floats down and lands on the ground next to Leena. Choosing to remain invisible for the sake of her amusement, she pokes and prods at the mortals randomly.
"This is boring," she complained after a few minutes of harassing the unknowing mortals. She looked back at Leena, her eyes sparkling with all manner of wicked intent. "Let's put them both back on the island and see how long it takes them to go crazy!"
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She seriously considered Nimue's comment before disappearing again and reappearing in front of Elmah. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck then disappeared once more to reappear by nimmy. She placed the disrepectful mortal between her and the invisible Nimue. "Now see here mister grumpypants. My fellow Immortal here has a suggestion I may be willing to take if you don't say your sorry. I was merely concerned for your well being as you seem to of had a terrible experience."
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Suddenly the proper respect for immortals flowed into Elmah as he now remembered just how gods were. "Er…. Sorry. You see, I've been in a place where very few people deserve respect.... and no immortal ever appears. Truly I do apologize." He looked at them, a little uneasy.
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Nimue, still invisible to the mortal, intoned in her deep, sultry voice, "you shouldn't question our choices. Sometimes it is not our place to involve ourselves in the matters of mortals."
Of course, she failed to mention the water serpent she sent to play with Elmah.
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He looked in the direction of the voice, perking a brow. "So… you have access to other worlds?" He was curious now. He just assumed there was no god in that foul place. He closed his eyes for a moment, suddenly feeling unfit to look upon these immortals.
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She gave him alittle pat on the head. "there much better..here" She conjured up a big fat chocolate chip cookie. "Have a cookie" She handed it to him. " I know this world you speak up. Dun let it get you down" she winked and then ebcame serious. "Now did you happen to have a run in with any immortals before getting stuck on that island?"
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He got wide-eyed at the cookie. "Thanks… " He bit into it. Holy goodness. "Not that i can remember, no. I was on pretty good terms with them all I think. The only thing I can figure out is that that island is some sort of gate between this world and the dull one." Elmah sighed, not knowing what to say.
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[Try new Immortal Cookies… Filled with holy goodness!]
Nimue levitated to a nearby tree and lounged lazily on a large branch with a relaxed, cat-like stare.
"Who knows what lies beyond this plane of being… much less some silly mortal," she said to Leena. "Talk of gates and other worlds -- Can't these mortals be content to try and figure out the world they exist in?"
With this, she conjured up a tiny sphere of magical energies and tossed it back and forth from hand to hand carelessly, only halfway listening to Leena and Elmah.
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"You should not worry yourself so much little one. Things come and things goes. Many worlds are made then destoried by little things. So don't let the lettle things get to you"
She peered over at Nimue when suddenly..
*****ZOT*****
Nimue was struck by lightning and Leena just stood there looking innocent.
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"Hmph!"
Nimue curled up solitarily, preening herself and smoothing down her frazzled hair.
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Elmah peered over at Nimue, who just got zotted, then back at Leena, wiping a smirk from his face. "Any idea why my magic didn't work until I got close to that fire?" Elmah noticed suddenly that his old Titan strength was returning, and he was beginning to feel normal. "and what was with that seamonster? …. well, what has been going on in this world lately?" This was a horribly mundane thing to ask an immortal, the equivalent of "What's up?," but he had asked it, so he waited for a response...
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Cataclysm then walked in with a brown paper sack containing some unidentified bottle of liquor. "Hey, you guys." he said. "I was just picking flowers in that field over there, " he pointed to a lake, "and I found a blue button." He then held up a small red ribbon. "Des this belong to anyone of you, or-" Cataclysm fell down into the mud, then, unconscious, making slurping noises when he breathed in his little mixture of air and water-logged dirt.
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Suddenly, a bright spot appears next to the tree where Nimue sat, staring with one raised eyebrow at the obviously inebriated elf. The spot grew, until it was large enough for the muscular, swarthy looking elf known as Finiti to step through. "Err… sorry 'bout him. Had him locked up in the drunk tank, didn't know he could gate his way out. Musta found a weak spot in the anti-magic shield." Finiti then reaches down and pulls the brown bag from Cataclysm's hand and takes a whiff. His head snaps back as though he'd been kicked by a mule, and his eyes tear up. "Damn crazy kids these days," he mutters, stooping and lifting the heavy-set elf as though he were no more than a bag of feathers. Drag-carrying him back to the portal, he tips his hat at the group, bidding them, "G'day. I'll keep him under surveilance next time." Eying the muddy spot where Cataclysm had fallen, he queries, "Say, is that my button?"
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A voice echos from within the portal. It is the voice of the drunken elf, Cataclysm. "You biiiiiiiiiyatch. You just called me a minotaur. I have NO bodyhair."
"Oh," you hear Finiti say. "You're awake."
"Awake like a fox" the drunk replies.
"Yeah… were going back to the assylum. I'm chaining your sorry ass back to the ground."
"You know what? Maybe I would DRInk so much when I escape if you didn't always take my drink away. Did you ever think of that, grandma?"
"I'm not your grandma, for one.. and yes, I did think of that. And it didn't make sense.. so I stopped." You hear a rustling from inside the sparking, dark blue oval. "Son of a bitch!" And now, a shattering of glass.
"You made me waste my backup bottle on your head! Always keep a spare in your sock." Cataclysm then stumbles back out from within the portal and tips his hat to everyone before vomitting on his shoes.
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"Bastard…" you hear someone mutter from within the portal, as it suddenly zips shut.
Cataclysm laughs heartily, believing he escaped the clutches of the assylum warden. He looks at the irritated-seeming group around him, grins, and asks, "So, whatcha'll got to drink around here?"
Suddenly, with a reverberating bang, a glowing-with-darkness hole opens below Cataclysm, swallowing his drunk, vomit-covered self instantly. As he plumits into the unknown depths, you hear a tinny, "I WANT My friggin bottlllleeeee......" Just before the pit reseals, you hear Finiti's unmistakable cackle echoing up from the abyss:
BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
