It shouldn't have come to a surprise to the knight that there really was no reasonable hope of getting back home. He had been wandering these wastes without aim or purpose long enough to have half-figured that out on his own already. The disappointment in his body language was practically palpable, embers around his body glowering more intensely again. "...I see." He said after a long pause. "I suppose that, outside of some miracle by our God, that I have no chance of returning, then?"
Rivers of booze flowed down Smash's rusted armor as he finished the last few bottles he snatched. With a nasty gurgle and a cough, he makes his way back outside where he came without even looking at the bartender.
[quote]"...I see." He said after a long pause. "I suppose that, outside of some miracle by our God, that I have no chance of returning, then?" [/quote]
"There is a chance, certainly. A difficult one. The travel would be long and treacherous, and crossing the sea by ship may be too difficult. Perhaps a jet craft could be found. A flying machine that is much faster than ship. Still, you must find a pilot."
[quote]"There is a chance, certainly. A difficult one. The travel would be long and treacherous, and crossing the sea by ship may be too difficult. Perhaps a jet craft could be found. A flying machine that is much faster than ship. Still, you must find a pilot."[/quote]
León shook his head, clasping both of his hands together. "I mean back to [I]my[/I] home. Not whatever silent ruins that the great kingdom has been left in. But..." He began, looking down at himself, smouldering armor and all. "...whether I'd be accepted as anything more than a demon..."
[quote]"I mean back to my home. Not whatever silent ruins that the great kingdom has been left in. But..." He began, looking down at himself, smouldering armor and all. "...whether I'd be accepted as anything more than a demon..." [/quote]
"In that case, that is unlikely. Your appearance likely will not matter anymore, but what would remain of what you call... home... is likely gone, or replaced by something unfamiliar," Lucy explained simply, though she did feel somewhat... sad for the strange knight. He was a curiosity, and a polite one at that.
"I suppose in your case you could try to return. You will not know for certain until you arrive. Even then, you may feel a sense of closure for the troubled sections of your psyche."
Gudrun studied Jorin as she studied her back. Jorin then asked something in this worlds usual language.
She knew it was called English, but had only heard it to such an extent that she could only marginally understand it. She shook her head and placed down the wolf's head and the bottle of booze on the ground.
She took out one of her axes and held it by the head, using the hilt's butt to draw on the dusty ground.
Drawing two orbs and a sort of spiral in between them.
Gudrun pointed at the leftmost orb, "Angrevar. Heim." she explained as she gestured towards herself.
She then continued by pointing to the spiral in the middle, "Gudernes portal."
She then moved back to the left most orb and pointed to herself again. "Jae er Gudrun." she said, whilst slowly drawing a line from the left orb through the spiral and to the right orb whilst mimicking magical sounds.
She tapped the right orb and then stretched her arms out to the sides whilst seemingly showing Jorin the surroundings.
"Den nye werlden." she concluded with a theatrical seriousness.
Jorin watched as she drew on the ground and 'explained'. So she had been pulled from another dimension to this one...much like all the others. The Sorcerer King's power had torn open so many holes in time and space that people from various dimensions and time periods were being sucked into one world. His.
Jorin took her weapon, and used the dull end of the rod to draw her own story in the dirt. She drew a flat plain, with people and rocks and trees on it. Ground. She used her arms to guesture about, signifying that was this world. Far beneath it, she drew another person. This one had horns. A demon. She pointed to herself. "Jorin." she said, before a large cloud around the little demon. She tapped the cloud, then said "Abyss." before drawing an arrow from the demon going up towards the plain above.
Gudrun listened intently as Jorin explained her story. The picture and the simple concept was easier for her to understand than long english sentences.
She gathered the information and then, still squatting and leaning on her axe's handle, she moved her finger along the picture.
"Jorin er in onder ande fra afgrunda a farin opp te yten." she whispered from herself as she made sense of the story and decided to ask for a clarification from the story-teller.
She then turned to Jorin and pointed at the horned figure, "Jorin... Demon?". Gudrun had become slightly suspicious. In her world, only the Trickster-god Tyrmer, Angerforger Flaggner and their minions lived beneath the surface.
Jorin nodded, before motioning to herself yet again. "Good. Friendly." she said. Well, in a sense, she was good. Good and evil were generally just concepts, though. Everyone had their own sense of what was good and what was evil. Jorin was friendlier to mortals and did nice things, but was still considered evil or at least sinister since she still was a demon and swallowed the souls of others. She was also using the body of a young girl as a vessel, so that didn't exactly help much in the explanation either. Still, she considered herself better than most of the other Abyssals or Hellspawn running about.
Karlek surrendered his attempts to pet the toaster, grabbed his weapon and headed out just in time to see the funny woman and the drinking woman draw figures in the dirt.
Fascinated he observed the event silently. He grunted loudly before stepping forth. "Karlek", he said.
A small laser projector unfolded on his left wrist. It projected a bright red laser into the dirt and then rapidly drew several identical figures infront of a fortress.
Next to the figures were twisted figures and a wide rift.
Karlek pointed at the rift and then towards the ground. "Here."
Seeing the small collection of weird people all huddled together drawing stupid nonsense on the ground made Smash a little annoyed, mostly due to how intoxicated he was at the moment. With the bottle he had in his hand, he walked over to Jorin and Gudrun, and poured liquor all over the inscriptions.
Jorin looked up to the large man in scrap armor. "...Charming." she said, her tone rather dull. You always had those that had to butt in and spoil things. At least she managed to get her explanation across before he did it. As for Karlek, his display explained quite a bit. So he was an alien...and drawn here like all the others.
She looked back up to the man in scrap. "So who are you, intoxicated one? The armor you're wearing seems cobbled together, and you bear a large hammeraxe...are you a raider perhaps? Or a gladiator?" she asked. She recalled that some were dragged off to participate in gladitorial combat for the Sorcerer King's entertainment. Maybe he was one of them?
"[B]I... I [I][U]SMASH-THE-BLOOD![/U][/I][/B]" he said, pointing to himself. "[B]I FIGHT IN THE ARENA! I'M A CHAMPION! THE STRONGEST IN THE LAND![/B]"
He drew out his massive hammeraxe and stood it up next to him.
Gudrun flew up and spun around, knocking her booze over so that the bottle began pouring it's contents on the ground.
"Vill thu tampes med meg?!" she snarled between her teeth as she put her axe towards him, small spark and arcs of electricity emitting along the handle from her hand as she gripped her weapon.
Smash stood up straight in response to Gudrun raising steel against him.
"[B]YOU WANNA FIGHT ME!?[/B]" he said, staring her down.
Gudrun stepped back and fished out her other axe.
Sharpening her weapons by grinding their edges together, small bolts of lightning and sparks danced out of them.
She took a step back and pointed one of her axe's towards Smash.
[B]"Jeg dreper thig so megtigt ad jeg skadter forfedur thín!"[/B] she shouted, wild eyed and baring her teeth.
Smash got into his combat stance. Legs slightly apart and hunched over, holding hammeraxe with both hands.
"[B]NOT THE FIRST TIME I EVER KILLED A BITCH![/B]" he hissed.
"Smash, fighting right now isn't worth it. There's no crowd of spectators, or money, or booze for you to win. There's no glory to gain here." said Jorin, finally standing up and gently hovering just as she had done before. She slipped her club back onto her hip, then looked to the other girl. She made a motion with her left hand, gesturing for her to calm herself. "Shall we head back inside? I'm sure that we have all had a long journey and could use the moment to rest."
Jorin's words seemed to have done it, her easement towards Smash made him relax a little. He [I]really [/I]wanted to cave Gudrun's skull in for raising a weapon against him and threatening him like that, but he had to let it go for the moment. Perhaps he could do so later, but now was not the time.
There was a loud crash from the alleyway nearby as a group of trash cans were knocked over. The bloody, mushy remains of half of a human skull tumbled out of one of the cans, only for a long, distorted arm to snatch it and bring it back into the can.
Karlek eyed the group of trashcans. "The bodysnatchers have invaded this world too. May the Tribes save us all."
Jorin looked to the trash cans nearby. "It is probably the other one that entered the tavern a short while ago. The mutant named Auruzanth. It appears that he found himself a meal." she said, glancing to Karlek.
Gudrun eyed the alley and the human head with great suspicion.
After collecting herself, she put both axes into one hand and gestured to the others of the group to be quiet. Picking up the wolfs head, she cautiously approached the alley at an angle. She threw the wolfs head into the alley and quickly assumed a defensive posture with her weapons.
Akin to poking a wasps nest with a stick, Gudrun awaited a response.
After a moment, a pair of milky blue eyes appeared in the darkness of one of the cans. Auruzanth poked his head out of the can, looking first at the wolf, and then toward the corner from which Gudrun threw it. Seeing the woman with her weapons drawn, he pointed at the wolf's head. "Issat bait?" he questioned.
Karlek stepped up next to Gudrun with his weapon raised. It hummed quietly as the barrels spun slowly. He glared at Gudrun and Jorin. "Should we be concerned for our safety?"
A chorus of voices from inside the bar could be heard "Let them fight!"
[QUOTE]"Should we be concerned for our safety?"[/QUOTE]
"Only if the mutant attacks you. It seems to be simply hungry." said Jorin, before looking to the mutant. It clearly had carnivorous tendencies. "Best not to provoke it." she said simply.
"Not hun-gry," Auruzanth replied. "Have plen-ty... you can haaave-" he said, slowly retreating back into the trash can and leaving the wolf's head alone. The sound of crunching bones and other slimy, squishy noises emanated from the can as human blood dripped out the edge.
Gudrun was furious. Cannibalism was the worst offence the spirits.
"Jötnar skum!" she shouted as she picked up a small rock from the ground and threw it towards Auruzanth.
The rock flew into the open end of the can and struck the mutant in the head. "Yeahargh!" he yelled. The can was rocked back and forth from within, until it tipped up and onto its open side, forming a sort of shield. Auruzanth's voice echoed from within: "Go a-way, rude vi-zi-tor! I leave dog head for you to eat, and you throw rock? RUDE!"
Sorry, you need to Log In to post a reply to this thread.
