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Napalu

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« on: October 20, 2006, 11:48:46 AM »
Pandemonium

Pandemonium is an underground realm, a great mass of matter pierced by innumerable tunnels carved by the howling winds of the plane. It is the plane of chaos and tinged by evil, in many ways the opposite of Vosona. Gravity is always away from the center of the cave, so the traveler can walk on the walls, floors, and ceiling of a cavern with equal ease. Rivers flow along the cave floor or straight down the middle of the cavern through the air.

Three words describe the four layers of Pandemonium: windy, noisy, and dark. The plane of Pandemonium has no constant sources of light. Normal fires are quickly extinguished by the wind. A light that lasts for any length of time is seen for miles in the open tunnels, attracting those creatures that can normally see in the dark. Infravision functions, but the spirits of the underworld radiate no heat, so they cannot be detected in this fashion.

The name Pandemonium is used as a by-word for thunderous noise, as every word, scream, or shout is caught by the strong wind and flung through all the layers of the plane. Conversation can only be accomplished by shouting, and that is ineffective beyond 10 feet. Spells that rely on sound reaching a target do not function beyond 10 feet. Those whose ears are unprotected are rendered temporarily deaf within minutes, and permanently deaf for exposure beyond that. Ear plugs and similar devices negate this effect, but the noise is still mind-shattering.

Finally, the huge caverns (hundreds of miles across and high) are filled with continual wind, which at it's lowest point tugs at the clothing as a strong breeze and at it's highest can lift up to 100 lbs in the air and carry it for miles. "Native" creatures are immune to this effect.

The layers of Pandemonium are four in number. There is a gradual change in conditions from layer to layer:
Pandesmos is the topmost and most habitable layer of Pandemonium. It is here that the Styx winds, fed by innumerable streams that trickle through the rocky wastes. The caverns are largest here, spanning thousands of miles in width, and the wind and noise are as described above. Most of the natives and Powers known to exist in this plane live in these tunnels. What great cities and citadels exist in this plane are found on Pandesmos.
Cocytus, the layer of lamentation, has smaller tunnels and the wind that whistles through them has the sounds of cries and sorrows. The noise is shriller in the layer of Cocytus. Unlike the dry natural tunnels of Pandesmos, the tunnels of Cocytus appear carved, and there are marks of tools and chisels throughout it's length. Who or what created these tunnels is not known even by the gods.
Phlegethon is the layer of darkness. Its very walls are a dull ebon black that swallows the light and reflects nothing. All forms of light, regardless of source, have their radii of illumination halved here. Phelgethon is a wet place, with numerous rivers and streams and all forms of sedimentary formations spring from the black rock.
Agathion is the deepest of the known layers of Pandemonium. It is without tunnels. Instead, the plane is solid rock dotted by great sphereical bubbles. In those bubbles that have barriers to the next layer, the wind swirls in circles, forming massive storms capable of flinging creatures of up to 400 lbs around. Those that do not have barriers are worse, however, for they are filled with stale air of vacuum and are often the final resting places of monsters that the Deities themselves do not wish awakened.

The barriers between the layers are unmarked but usually identifiable by the wind, which can pass between the layers with ease. A dead-end passage with a strong wind indicates a barrier somewhere within that passage. The wind can carry flying (or unfastened) items between the planes.
The portals on the uppermost layer of Pandemonium lead to Limbo, the topmost layer of Cania and Elysium. These portals are always flat squares in the sides of the caverns. Yellow squares usually lead to Limbo, red to the Cania, and white to Elysium. -Usually.-

Features of Pandemonium

Pandemonium has no known native life; the beings that live here are usually immigrants, exiles, or marooned creatures from other planes. Most of the various non-name demons make their homes here, and the occasional demon lord-in-exile has a hiding place in the realms. Shadow demons are found in abundance, but again, they are not natives to the plane.

Pandemonium Traits

Objective Directional Gravity:
In the cavernous tunnels of Pandemonium, gravity is oriented toward whatever wall a creature is nearest. Thus, there is no normal concept of floor, wall and ceiling --- any surface is a floor if you're near enough to it. Rare narrow tunnels exactly cancel out gravity, allowing a traveler to shoot through them at incredible speed. The layer of Phlegethon is an exception --- there the normal gravity trait applies.
Normal Time.
Infinite Size:
Pandemonium goes on forever, although it's well-known realms are bounded.
Divinely Morphic:
Specific powerful beings such as the deities Napalu and Ophion can alter Pandemonium. Ordinary creatures find Pandemonium indistinguishable from the Material Plane (the alterable morphic trait, in other words). Spells and physical effort affect Pandemonium normally.
No Elemental or Energy Traits.
Mildly Chaos-Aligned
Normal Magic.


I would also like to note that most, thus far, was taken from D&D, Manual of the Planes. Thank you, TSR.

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« Reply #1 on: October 23, 2006, 10:04:14 AM »
Somewhere in the tunnels..

Bits of dark brown earth and rock crumbled away from the spherical walls of the tunnel and were swept away by the howling winds, becoming tiny missles in the tempest; a vicious cycle. As those little projectiles struck other sections of rock, more and more, the awesome mass of churning rock and soil grew. THWACK! A bit of rock about the size of a  fist drilled into the back of Napalu's head, the force of the blow sent the unexpecting god tumbling forward. "Oh, that smarts.." he said, shaking the clumps of broken stone from his head. Rubbing the back of his head, he reflected a moment on chickens he had penned up not too far from where he stood, another chunk of considerable size whizzed passed his head. The roar in the distance became louder and louder by the second, this caused a swelling of concern to knot up in his chest, eyes wide and fists clenched with fret Napalu turned in the general direction of his precious poultry and began to run. ZING! FWAP! "I'M COMING MY LITTLE CHICKADEES!" Napalu yelled, but his words were swallowed by the gale force winds and carried off down the endless series of tunnels.

Despite the melee of missles pelting him up and down his backside, Napalu ran like the wind while stones and other debris hummed by him at alarming speeds. Unbeknownst to Napalu, though, he was part of the problem. Being what he was, Napalu had elongated horns that curverd upward out of his skull, in all of his haste Napalu failed to notice that those horns were goring the ceiling as he ran; adding to the mass of destruction that gained on him every second. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! CHICKEN STEW!" Napalu's battlecry rang out above the tempest as he rounded a bend in the tunnel, the pitch black wall of pain and hurt was breathing down his neck as it crashed against the curved walls in the dark passage. As he rounded the bend, the pen of chickens came in sight, but no chickens were to be found anywhere, forgetting the monstrous mass of churning rock that was about to mow him down, Napalu halted abruptly and blinked. "OPHION! WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CHICKE--" Napalu began, but the storm of rock cut him off before he could finish; he was gone.

Thirty seconds later...

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOO" Napalu exclaimed, being thrown from the tempest like a ragdoll in a typhoon, he rolled across the throne room floor and came to a stop in a bundle of robes, dust, and bits of slate. For a moment everything was still, muffled curses and exasperated grunts came from the heap of tattered cloth, then a foot exploded from rats nest and began stamping the ground. A fist, a horn, another foot, and finally the rest of Napalu emerged from the pile of shredded clothing, "Two for one special, my ass.. Wait-- What? Oh, right, I smell tadpoles" he said, no one was in the room it seemed, but it didn't stop him from talking. Ruffling his own hair, Napalu walked across the room with long, drawn-out steps and sat in his throne. there he sat in quiet contemplation. Of all the events that took place that day, Napalu's quiet moment, there in the throne room, was probably the most dangerous of all, it's never a good idea to leave a God of Chaos to his own devices.

"Dun dun dunnnnn..."

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« Reply #2 on: October 24, 2006, 07:04:17 AM »
Doot daa dooo.

He sat there in somber contemplation, feigning over the visions that played in the fluctuating crystalline ball before him. His left ankle resting gingerly on his right knee, he shifted, before reaching into his ebony bowl to retrieve another savory morsel.  Mmm, salt and vinegar dragon scales. What a delight, as he quietly crunched.  

Grumble grumble.  There's nothing good on today, my throne needs a new pillow, and where the hell is Napalu?  Grrr.  Ophion's hand reaches to his arm rest to retrieve a gem, much to his dismay, the coupling of oil and CLAWS made it quite difficult to "change the channels", so much that it slipped from his hand - and fell upward.  

What?

Yeah, Ophion's throne rested right above Napalu's, and the gravity at that moment decided to be a bitch.  "Vrooom" the gem sounded, as it raced ....uhm... we'll go with downward for now. "THUMP!" after having reached terminal velocity, it met terminal Napalu's head.  Craning his neck at the sound, he looks... upward.

"Oh, hey Napalu.  Want some crickets in secret sauce?"

What the hell was he talking about?  He was eating salt and vinegar dragon scales!  Oh well, Ophion continued to speak before Napalu had any chance to answer.

"You didn't bring the grill?  The game's on tonight;  some brother you are."

"Blip," and he was to the left rear of Napalu, playing with a makeshift yo-yo, good ol' dark age ingenuity!

"Sooo... I'm throwing a tournament.  Your giant peacock costume is in the corner, I hope you like blue.  And red.  And blue.  Yeah, blue. . . do you smell tadpoles?"
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« Reply #3 on: October 24, 2006, 09:23:47 AM »
Throne Room.

BINK! Ophion's "channel changer" hit Napalu in the head, unfortunately Napalu gets hit in the head a lot, especially recently. Napalu spun around, arms flailing wildy, while yelling in kung-fu tones. "EEEEEEYAAHA! Whoa, YOU! Where are my chi-- Tournament?" he questioned, licking the "channel changer" like a bit of hard candy. "Funny thing, I was on my way to get the grill... Where was I? Oh, right, the grill. Yes, I was on my way to get the grill and you won't believe what happened -- Peacock suit? Are we having a party?" Napalu said, spinning around on his left heel while popping the "channel changer" into his moth and wiping away the long strings of dangling drool that clung to his chin. Napalu drifted upward, his legs still moved as though he were walking forward, but he only drifted upward until he became stuck on the ceiling, still walking on air and going nowhere. "Hey, aren't you hosting a tournament or something? You should get the grill, we'll make a day of it......GAEGHGHGHGH.." Napalu gagged on the "channel changer" that'd recently become his tasty new jawbreaker. WHAAAPOOEY! He hocked up the gem and spat it in Ophion's general direction, "Bad candy.." he sneered, suddenly noticing that he was several feet above the stone floor.


"LOOK! I'M FLOATING!...Wah--WAAAAAH!" CRASH! Napalu yelled, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He jumped up quickly, a dire look of seriousness on his face, almost as though nothing happened at all; that was the way he wanted to keep it. Before any comment could be made Napalu slid next to his brother and stuffed his hand into Ophion's pocket, rummaging around for a few seconds before bending down to smell inside. Pulling his hand out, Napalu produced several carcasses of slimy tadpoles, congealed together by some pale yellow gelatin mass that jiggled in his palm, "Tadpoles!" he exclaimed, looking up at his brother a moment while an awkward silence fell over the room. Shooting upward and flinging the tapole pudding into the tempest outside the room, Napalu threw his arm around Ophion's shoulders and wiped the leftover gel onto his brother's clothing.

Napalu walked his brother in circles, questioning him about the tournament. " Will there be food? What about the fighters? Are they expecting us? Maybe we should get going.. What's for dinner?" he berated Ophion with questions, releasing him to walk in circles by himself. While Napalu waited for an answer, he toyed with the holes in his clothing, poking his digits through the tattered fabric.

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« Reply #4 on: October 24, 2006, 01:20:48 PM »
Minutes had passed or what seemed an Eternity since she last turned around a bend into yet again another tunnel. The wind was furious, something Dominae was not at all used too and it tore at what little clothing she had covering her form; the debris, the larger chunks of rock that came whipping down the tunnels at times, nailed her in the right spots. The head, the chest and mid-section more often than not puncturing into her flesh and she'd be forced to stop ducking up against a wall and pick the pieces out of her in much aggrivation. Dodging the debris and the rocks, Dominae found to be somewhat of an impossibility and she lacked the ability to make herself transparent; with a huff, a puff of her chest she pushed forward against the wind following the tunnel.
Trivial thoughts raced within her mind, thinking and wondering where this tunnel would guide her, where she'd end up and if she'd end up in one piece or thousands, "For the love of the Gods this is such an annoyance." Lowly muttered words passed over lips. Craning her neck to the side, Dominae stared forward at the larger piece of rock heading in her exact direction; with eyes wide in surprise, shock, Dominae did her best to side-step off to the left letting the chunk bypass her without injuring her. Without expectation, lacking in warning a thought popped into her head, Dominae... couldn't remember how she arrived in this place. Visions flashed within her minds eye, pictures of a city, of a Priest - Darkness. A void. Then she was here, within the tunnels. A curious brow rose up, lowered and smack, a piece of debris hit her square in the face, spinning her head as body followed suit and she dropped to the ground holding her face with one hand, a groan escaping slightly parted lips, "Well shit, that actually hurt a bit."

Bringing herself to a standing position, Dominae reached up with her left hand, tips of her fingers running over the gash in her cheek, which turned out to be an actual hole as her fingers slipped right through and the warmth and wetness of her tongue and mouth was felt. Scrunching her nose, a visible shudder over came her form; Dominae shifted restlessly to the right, the left. She ducked down and a few times had to jump up just so she wasn't hit by the bigger pieces of rock coming her way, "Who in their right mind made a place so fucking windy?" Light groans escaped her. She poked at her cheek again, feeling as the flesh and muscle tissue began melding itself back together, "This . . . This is going to be a very long night." Speaking to herself as she doubted anyone else was around. Movement commenced as she followed the tunnels again. Low hopes in finding an actual room, or other people. Beings. Demons. Whatever may reside in this place.

Coming to a bend, Dominae stopped for a second, doing her very best to ignore the jerking movements her body made each time a piece of debris hit her and tore into her. Phthalo blue eyes shifted down to the light fabric of clothing she wore that was becoming very quickly, non-existent, "Note to self: Bring extra clothing."
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« Reply #5 on: October 25, 2006, 11:44:22 AM »
Ophion stopped walking in circles, but instead started to twirl, "zoooom zooooooom zooooooom", a small wisp of dust kicked up around his feet before he came SCREECHING to a halt.  The ooze from the tadpoles flinging from his shoulder in Napalu's general direction.  But before it even had a lick of a chance to reach it's destination, his ears could be seen twitching, shortly after his nose began to wiggle.  Spinning once more, he stopped with his left side facing a lone tunnel, cupping his hand to his ear, he crouched, listening intently.

"RIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAA!"  He loved doing that.  The echo BOOMED through the caverns, making the very walls and ceilings tremble.  

And then he gasped, covered his mouth and stood perfectly upright.  Remembering that Napalu, just moments ago had asked what was for dinner, he began following where his olfactory would take him.  

"Be vewy vewy quiet, i'm hunting wabbit." He marched forward, gun in tow, and hat now placed comfortably crooked on his head.  Before long his marching ceased, and he stood directly infront of the cavern his nose had led him too.  "There's no place like home, there's no place like home."  Of course, he accompanied this with a clicking of his heels, and doing the Charleston, but none the less he found himself adorned as a Guardsman with green skin and a giant pitch fork.

"HALT, WHO GOES THERE?!"  He wailed, even though the assailant could have been MILES from where the twins were.

"Hey Napalu, I think they can wait. Besides if she's not here in 30 minutes or less, our pizza's free. =)"

"KERPLUNK."  See, time and space were kind of weird in Pandemonium.  It took the entire post for the 'channel changer' to find it's way to Ophion's temple.  But upon arrival, the package brings cute little yellow birds spinning around his head before he collapses into the fetal position, and begins sucking on his thumb.
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« Reply #6 on: October 30, 2006, 02:06:10 PM »
Throne Room.

Napalu eyed his younger brother for a moment, then the dark tunnel where the scent of tadpoles and fresh wounds emnated. "Silly Ophion.." he said, Napalu's voice dropping to a somber, calculated tone as he gave more thought to the tournament. Polymorph red irises skittered and danced over the whites of Napalu's eyes while he stared into the tempest outside the throne room. "We won't give them a choice.." Napalu muttered, his gaze snapping back to the seemingly unconsious form of Ophion. "Get up, we have work to do!" he ordered, a vietname style army helmet manifesting on his head, a hole in each side of the helmet for his horns to weave through. Napalu gave Ophion a swift kick in the behind, following through with the momentum of the kick, Napalu did an about-face and marched toawrd his throne. With each step Napalu took, the throne room slowly transformed into a command center, even the torn robes that he was wearing slowly melded into faded military BDUs, gold stars popped up through the green fabric across his chest and a lit cigar appeared in his mouth.

Napalu spun around again, the cherry on the cigar casting shadows across one half of his face and smoke billowed from his nostrils. "LINE UP LADIES! THIS AIN'T NO ICECREAM SOCIAL!" he commanded, a table popping up from the floor before him. On this table was a map of the entire realm and the surrounding area. Little statues all along the map indicated the position of any one person in the realm, as well as their movements. Up until now, Napalu had his hands tucked neatly behind his back, with one swift motion his right arm came swinging out and smacked the table top with a riding crop that he produced from nowhere. A commanding gesture of his left hand caused an upheaval of earth in the throne room, when the dust settled there stood before him a score of stone soldiers, "ECHO BRAVO DELTA AND SO FORTH!  BRING ME THE AVATAR!!" Napalu shouted, his voice had changed completely to that of a drill instructor.

The stone dummies shuffled back and forth, stumbling into one another, ultimately accomplishing to get nowhere. "BOYS I'LL TELL YA! WHEN GOD WAS GIVING OUT BRAINS..." he stopped himself, "Oh.. Right.. Silly me." Napalu chuckled, and with another dramatic wave of his hand, those stone soldiers became the floor again. Pulling the cigar from his mouth, thick, slate colored smoke poured passed clenched teeth, it then froze in the air as Napalu began to inhale. The cigar smoke reversed its course and traveled back into his lungs, as Napalu continued to inhale the maps on the table flapped back and forth, heavy objects in the room began to screech and slide across the floor. Even the gale force winds that swirled around the exterior of the chamber seemed to die off.

"AVATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" Napalu roared, a sound that could have been heard across the entire realm. His voice shattered the barriers between planes, one dimension became part of another, threads of time-space were stretched taught and twanged like a chord. For a moment, the whole of existence hummed, then, like a vibrating string, all things slowly came back to a norm. Napalu sneezed. "Dust in my nose.." he said, plopping himself backward into his throne. The Avatar would arrive soon, then the real fun would begin.

"Woo! WAFFLES!".

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« Reply #7 on: October 31, 2006, 09:22:08 AM »
Fingertips had continue plucking at the fabric of her clothing as it tore away even more from the debris flying at her; light foot falls guided her along and for a second, Dominae stopped to think, only to continue walking when the thought was trivial. Aside from the wind screaming in her ears and the occasional grunt and groan Dominae let out, it was pretty silent in this place up until the echo, like a sonic boom, came at her and rushed passed. Everything around her trembled, even herself, to the very core she trembled. Not out of fear or any other form of emotion or feeling, but from the echo itself vibrating against her body. Eyes wide, she blinked in surprise at how sudden the 'Ricola' echo emerged.
Movements continued without ever having truly stopped, only having slowed down. Dominae sniffed at the air a moment, her nose scrunched up in disgust; revolting smell entering and poisoning her delicate nostrils. Voices could be heard but yet so far off they sounded that she was unable to make out every single syllable.
A left, a right, she kept turning, winding down the hallways of this place before coming to a sudden stop with the "HALT, WHO GOES THERE?!" A cringe, a shiver up the spinal cord. Dominae cleared her throat and kept walking, edging closer and closer to the voices. Curious brow arched up at the mention of a Pizza. "Pizza? Was I supposed to bring one?" Lips curled downward, vague confusion clutching at her mind in a vain attempt to remember. "No, I wasn't supposed to bring one. If I was, I'd have it with me."
With a second voice becoming clearer in these tunnels, Dominae snuck her way along the wall, poking her head around the corner to behold sight of a man curled in the fetal position and . . . sucking his thumb? "What the..." Phthalo eyes shifted to the other man whose clothes were changing dramatically into military clothing. Blinking, confused and most certainly lost she crouched down, watching the two men, in particular the one screaming for Avatar.
Standing straight, Dominae turned in time to catch the boulder slamming into her gut and knocking her back onto her ass with a loud THUD and an "Ooof!" Mutters, obscenities cursed. Shoving the boulder off of her form, Dominae stood, brushing the now next-to-nothing clothing she had on. Near nude form scratched and cut up with trails of blood zig-zagging across the flesh; she cleared her throat, "Ahem. Either of you two.."She eyed the man on the ground, shifting her attention to the other," willing to help a Lady out here? "
I never really did like you much, with that said, I\'ll have absolutely no problem torturing you until your body goes into shock, convulsing psychotically against the bed of nails I placed you on.

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« Reply #8 on: October 31, 2006, 11:25:12 AM »
Throne Room.

The change in scenery was nothing new to Avatar, he had traveled between Pandemonium and other realms many times over, after a few mishaps involving shrapnel and chicken feathers, the demon-hare had come to expect anything. Deflecting bits of flying debris with his palm, Avatar watched the scene unfold before him. He eyed the girl peeking in on the two gods, he watched as the boulder came barreling down on her, threatening to crush her frail form. Avatar was almost suprised that she survived the blow, picked herself up, and was able to walk into the entrance tot he throne room. Given that no "normal" humanoid creature could have sustained a blow like that and lived to tell about it, Avatar inched forward, being sure to stay pressed against the stone walls; out of Dominae's sight. The stealthy hare moved swiftly along the curved tunnel wall to position himself behind the female intruder, he had seen many creatures, of all shapes and forms, come to do battle with his master; this woman would not get that far.

CLICK! Like white lightning Avatar was behind Dominae, the flat of his blade against her throat, finely sharpened edge tickling her jaw. It wasn't his intention to slay the female, he would have accomplished that already, this was his warning. Avatar's black talons rested against Dominae's shoulder nudging her forward, pushing her deeper into the throne room. From the corner of her eye, the most Dominae would be able to see of her oppressor, would be the hilt of Avatar's sword and his white fist clutching it firmly. Avatar never said a word though, it was not his place to speak in a court of gods, this was out of pure respect for the chaotic duo.

Despite Napalu's many quirks, Avatar had an acute understanding of his master's power, something he felt the young lady would learn very quickly. Never harming his newest target, Avatar led Dominae to the center of the throne room, stopping her with a little pressure from the talons he'd laid on her shoulder. He and Dominae would remain still until Napalu addressed either of them, Avatar's grasp on his sword never faultered, never shook, and he never said a word.
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« Reply #9 on: November 02, 2006, 08:01:19 AM »
Waiting, waiting, idle thoughts passing in her mind and just as quickly they were extinguished; the blade against her throat brought extreme shock and surprise to Dominae but she only stood as still as she could. From the corner of her eye, peering over her shoulder in a vain attempt to see what or who was behind her as It nudged her forward. Slowly her foot steps were guided and she made no attempt at fighting what was behind her, only moving forward in a slow pace as her eyes returned to the man at the throne. Lips as curled into a scowl, displeased with the treatment she was receiving. For what? For nothing, as far as her own thoughts were concerned.
Faint sigh rolled off of those lips, followed by a dampened tongue to moisten the lips. With a huff, she was pulled to a stop by what was behind her, and out of sheer curiosity, Dominae was ever tempted to turn and face the bold one with the blade to her neck. But no, she stood still. Arms coming to cross at her mid-section, left hand folding over her right neatly. A nod of her head showed recognition for the man at the throne, and another nod directed to the one behind her.
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« Reply #10 on: November 05, 2006, 04:15:57 AM »
Rising to the occasion ;), NOOO not like that! Like a rake being stepped on. Ophion stood once again, slobber lingering on his opposable thumb, dripping to the floor before his nail popped up and slurped it back up, then licking around the edge of his finger. His countenance would remain somber, until his eyes came across Bugs and the girl. With an astounding leap, he would find himself at Frank's side, soon throwing his arm over his shoulder like old buddies.

"Hey Harvey, were you at Hef's Halloween Party? I SWORE I saw you there. No? All right, my mistake," he rambled in a speed that almost made him incoherent. "Oh la la, and what have we here!?"

It wouldn't take long at all for him to step forward, his arm stretching like rubber to remain around Trix's shoulder, while juxtapose Dominae.

"WOOT! Lollipop porn!" Ophion's eyes rolled around in his head as if they were detached from any sort of optic fiber, which added to the illusion of him gnawing on the woman's shoulder. It almost seemed inevitable that Napalu would come along and poke at the tattered clothes she almost wasn't wearing - as such had pretty much become his trademark.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. "RAAAAAAAATTTTTAAAAAAVVVVVAAAAA!" He made sure to outdo his brother, but he also made sure to remove himself from the lady's shoulder as to not make her head explode; tadpoles were hard enough to clean up after.
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« Reply #11 on: November 05, 2006, 03:07:55 PM »
Place: Somewhere wondering the caverns
Time: Unknown

There seemed to be a cool breeze flowing through the cavern, a stream jetted towards both ends of the cavern. If there was an end to the cavern, it went on and on for miles. The trickling sound of moisture splashing into the stream kept her focus on her travels, having left her horned demonicesk horse behind. She loved to travel from place to place, always up for a new adventure.

She walked fully covered in black armor, everything but her head. Long silver/white locks of hair flowed just above her thighs, her white sking glowing in the soft light that emitted from the energy that formed around her fists. Her silverish eyes rested on the path ahead of her, thoughts of all sorts ran through her head. Keeping herself occupied with what layed ahead, it was quite obvious that she had never traveled here before.
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Napalu

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« Reply #12 on: September 12, 2007, 11:48:50 AM »
Throne Room - Pandemonium

The eyes of the mad God danced over the happenings before him, as fluid and shapeless as mercury, Napalu watched as the seemingly young woman was marched up before him. As all things transpired before him a slight twinge was making its way into Napalu's left nostril, the lower lid of his left eye began to twitch, "I don't know you, lady, but you've come a long way to get here --" he said, hoping to fight off the intrusion in his nasal passage. Ah-choo! He lost the battle, but strangely reality was not altered, no abnomalities in space-time, not even a single feather burst from his anus. "As I was saying.." he continued, "you may as well tell me why you've made the perilous journey to my home, human-type-thing---". Without indication, without warning, the attack returned and metallic sparks shot like tiny, florescent projectiles from Napalu's nose. WA-A-A-A-A-A-ACHO-O-O-O-O-O-O!

Reality ebbed in the flash of his searing sneeze, like ripples over a tranquil pond, all matter and consciousness combined faultered in the midst of absolute chaos. Even before Napalu could recover from the event changes had been set in motion; Ophion, his dear brother, vanished into thin air. Avatar, his loyal and faithful servant froze before him as if in suspended animation. All other beings in the realm of the God have stopped too, even the thrall of wind and rock that surrounded his glorious stone throne room had ceased to be. "Strange.." he spoke to himself under breath, as though his voice alone may shatter the living statues before him. Something else was amiss, Napalu could feel it, but the mischevious God could not quite put his finger on it. "What the!?" he exclaimed, as Napalu saw that there was something most definately wrong in the realm of Pandemonium; his feet had gone missing! Both shoes and feet were trotting off across the room without Napalu to power them, as if the appendages had been given a mind of their own. "Hey! Come back here you little.. " the bemused God shouted while chasing down his own two feet on stubby legs.

Napalu's feet, anxious to play games with the slightly-irritated-yet-still-playful-God, summoned whatever powers granted them by being part of the God of Chaos and slipped through a rift in the realm; gone to another place and/or time. Clenching his fists and cursing under his breath, Napalu sneered, chasing after the elusive extensions. Off he went, after his feet, into the doorway through space and time to find himself. (continued in The Weeping Reaper)