Game of the Gods

Olas

OOC: you know with a little more detail this story would be in the wrong forum. You people all have sick tiwsted minds, and I fell so at home here.

IC: I wtched as Q'AEl hit wilson in the head. If he had hit my cat we would have another week long blood fued on our hands but furtunatly my feline deciple had the reflexs to get off. The cat scuryed to get a better grasp of the situation.

You know I wounder if Wilson will survive long enough to use all nine lives. At the rate the gods are going he might not need that many. I make a copy of the contract apear. Let me read this fine print. If he dosen't use all nine lives do I still get his soul. "Yes I get his soul no matter how the game go's. Looks like a win win situation for me."

I look down at the board. "You know what Q'AEl. You have one seriously sick mind."
 
Flatulas took up the dice again and rolled 3 and 3.

Wilson began to rouse and felt a searing pain in his ass. He jerked against his bonds trying to get away from the buggery that was being preformed on him, but unfortunatly that only made his ass wiggle pleasantly for the man behind him. Wilson found that when he moved like this however, it hurt his ass even more, so he stopped, closed his eyes and tried to relax to relieve the pain. Unfortunatly with his eyes closed he had nothing else to distract him, and it horrified him to find his own penis becoming erect. It wasn't long before the man began to show the signs of an impending orgasm. With gasping panting he shuddered and cried out in his moment of bliss.
A meaty thud jerked the man and with a high scream he staggered back clutching his thigh, an arrow sticking out. Wilson craned his head around trying to find the archer who'd saved him. Striding out of the woods was a tall thin man wearing a green tunic and tights, a funny cap with a feather in it perched on his head and holding a bow and arrow. "Hi!" he said in a dreadfully chirpy voice. "I'm one of Robin Hood's merry men! Are you having a spot of bother? I'll help you out shall I?" chattering at him incessently, it didn't surprise Wilson that this particular merry man couldn't find any game to hunt. Rubbing his wrists from the chafing he'd received while he was tied up, Wilson ignored his nudity and erection until the merry man started stripping of his own tights, saying "Well it looks like you still have a bit of a problem there - I can help with that too.. don't worry, I'm used to it - thats why we're called merry men!"
Wilson, seeing that the archer was quite serious, and feeling himself become even more aroused, hesitated no longer. Pointing his charger at the entrance, he pushed home.
 
Sorry

I never have goten the delte post button to work right.

Any how I'm sorry to any one I offended. My last post came across completely wrong to alot of you.

Sorry,
Nick.
 
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Q’Æl

I thumped on the table, startling everyone in the game. And I was laughing so hard that tears began rolling down my eyes. Wilson was receiving and giving at the same. Such a rare occasion that it called for a celebration.

And I didn’t want the punishment to stop. I had now gone from wanting to kill Wilson, to just punishing him, and in the process, prolonging the punishment. And so I quickly grabbed the die and rolled. I got a 5 and a 3. A Drow. I was laughing louder now. The die had been so kind this time.


Ishanriel’s eyes peered far into the gloom of the forest. His cowl was pulled well over his head. It has been a long while since he saw daylight. So, his eyes too a little time to adjust to the glare of the sun. But still, his nature made him stay close to the shadows amongst the trees. His brown and gray clothing made him difficult to spot.

And then his ears pricked up to catch sound of men in the forest. It was not his intention to disrupt the revelry, but his hands were itching to kill. He unstrung his longbow from his back, and in the process revealed enough from his cowl, his upturned ears. He was Elfish enough to silently got in range. The yard-long arrow was already notched, when he saw the group. A few of the men were coupling with each other. A man, who stood out because he was dressed differently, was enjoying himself to the ‘fruit’ offered by one of the men in green.

Ishanriel saw Wilson’s face contort in release, and that was the signal for Ishanriel to release his arrow. His hands blurred as the third arrow was in the air before the first one hit its mark. It seemed like an eternity to him, watching the arrows hit their marks, but the entire group of merry men fell lifeless to the ground in matter of minutes.

Wilson tried to run, but two successive arrows at his feet dissuaded him. Ishanriel re-strung his bow back on his back and walked towards the now cowering Wilson. Ishanriel drew his Drow knife, a nice curved blade with serrated edges and walked around Wilson. Wilson did not had time to pull up his britches, but he was no longer sporting a hard-on.

Ishanriel put his knife on Wilson’s neck, and forced him to kneel. Wilson tried to mutter a plea of mercy but no words came from his mouth. While still holding a knife to Wilson’s neck, Ishanriel’s free hand unloosen his britches. Ishanriel then forced Wilson to suck him. His hardness nearly choking Wilson. And Wilson was forever reminded of the knife at his head. As Ishanriel got more aroused, the knife bit a little bit into Wilson, causing some blood to flow.

But Wilson was enjoying this Drow’s hardness in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the mushroom head, and used his teeth on the thick veined shaft. And his bobbed in and out. Soon, Wilson would taste the sweetness of a Drow’s semen…

’Ha! Ha! Ha!Take that Olas!’ I was dancing a little jig of happiness.WOOHOO!
 
Flatulas looked up at Q'ael and smiled slightly at his exuberance. Picking up the dice again she rolled a 6 and 7. A Roc.

As the Drows sperm splashed down Wilson's throat, something went across the sun, leaving them in shadow for a long moment before its blinding brilliance was once again seen. Wilson gulped and looked up. The Drow threw himself to the ground just in time, but Wilson, still lost in a sexual reverie was too slow and the roc seized him in its talons.

Flying so fast and so high in the sky, Wilson blacked out. Eventually he came to his senses and found himself alone in what seemed like a huge basket. Beside him were three white eggs - but they were bigger than any he'd ever seen before - almost as large as Wilson himself. The twigs poking him painfully on his bare buttocks roused him to full wakefulness and the danger of his situation. Getting up, Wilson realized that he'd lost his pants and shoes in the flight but was left with his shirt. Walking on the tightly woven floor of the nest he peered over the side and down, and down, and down. It seemed that the nest was perched on the edge of a cliff. Looking around Wilson spotted the roc returning. He quickly got back into the nest and lay down where he had awoken, not sure what to do next, hoping that the roc wouldn't kill him since it hadn't already.

The roc landed, dropped two stunned sheep into the nest, poked him a couple of times to check he was still alive, then sat down almost suffocating Wilson in feathers and warmth. The roc was not terribly intelligent, but it knew that its babies would hatch soon and needed something to feed on.

Flatulas looked around guiltily, hoping no-one noticed that her move had gone horribly wrong. She was ment to be HELPING Wilson!
 
Hel, Goddess of Death

Hel was only slightly amused by the entire set of affairs Wilson had gotten himself into. Yes, he had been robbed, deceived, attacked, raped, and finally snatched away by a winged beast, but he still had had his sexual thirst quenched in a variety of kinky ways and learned to fly... Now he seemed condemned to a slow and painful death at the hands of the giant roc's hungry brood. Great!

Eager to help increase Wilson's suffering, Hel picked up the die and rolled a 9 and a 5.

"A rooster!? The fucking Goddess of Goddamned Death gets dealt a fucking ROOSTER?"

Hel burst out in fury as the goody-goody gang fought to hide their stupid smiles. She pondered for a few seconds on the possibilities and shrugged:

"Why bother? Look at him: as good as dead... Even FLATULAS seems to be trying to get Wilson killed, now!"

All the other Gods and Goddesses looked inquiringly at Flatulas, realizing it was her last move that had gotten Wilson in his current predicament. Hel, not wanting to break the rules, phoned KFC and asked for a chicken wings' bucket. She'd just sit back and enjoy the spectacle of his demise whilst having dinner...
 
Olas

IC: 'Ha, Take that Olas!' I sat there licking my paws. "Q'AEl. Dose your wife know you have these gay tendencies." I sat there and did nothing. He wasn't in much truble for now.

Further more his cat was perfectly fine and thats all that mattered. Yes I have my godly dutties game or not. Huh, a Roc, didn't see that comeing. Now had that been her intent I would agree.

...Earth...

I sat there under the large behind of the enourmous bird. I had been there for hours on end. Wiating for the eggs to hatch and eat me. Wiating for death is so horible. 'Meow.' "Huh did I just her that. The roc got up and stood ready to squash something. 'Meow' Is that that damn black cat. Maybe it is Lucky. I can escape now. The roc stood one foot out of the nest reay to squash the cat like one wood squash an ant.

I grabed the cliff and began to climb. No sooner had I done this then the nest fell.

...Board...

Hel gazzed at me from her plate of chicken. She quite odviously wasn't pleased. "What? I had to protect my cat. It's my job for hell's sake. Don't worry the dumb bird can fly right?"
 
Q’Æl

OK, lets see. Ishanriel was satisfied but still alive. Well, I’ll let him go on his way and cause further trouble as I knew his kind would.

‘Q’Æl. Does your wife know you have these gay tendencies?’ That came from Olas. I snickered at him, and said, ‘Olas, do you know that you’re homophobic?’ Laughing, so what if Si’la saw all these and thought that her husband was having gay tendencies. Besides, at night in bed, Si’la would immediately realize that I’m 100% straight male God. Of course, since Olas has a cat, I wondered if he was into bestiality, since he’s an unmarried God…

Anyway, back to the game, where Wilson was getting the shaft end from left and right, and up and down. What a great pun that was. OK, where was I… Oh, Yeah… Wilson being carried off by a Roc, and kept as food for the baby Rocs. I rolled again, and
WOOHOO! I got a 6 and a 4, a gigantic Griffin, or Gryphon.

Grabbing a piece of a drumstick real quick from Hel’s plate, I wondered how to send the Gryphon in for a snack of Wilson…


The eyes of an eagle on top of his head. The massive wingspan covering over 15 meters. The tail, hooked back. A scorpion’s tail, with little bits of poison dripping to the wind. The claws of a lion, sharpened and ready. Upon the warms current of the wind, the Griffin soared the heavens, in search of prey.

His eyes, the sharpest, spotted immediately the nest of a Roc. The nest was falling from the ledge, an accident, no doubt. The Roc was so busy saving her eggs, that she did not spot the Gryphon swooping down. Then, the eyes spotted something else. A tiny creature falling after the nest hit him. With a renewed vigor, the Gryphon swung and swooped to catch the falling Wilson in the lion’s claws. The sharpness biting into Wilson arms, drawing blood.

So, Wilson, soaring through the air without britches, his lucky cat, or the insurance policy, which was in his pocket. The Gryphon deposited Wilson at last after flying for a while. Wilson stood up and looked around. He was on some sort of an altar. The sides of the altar had darkish stains. Wilson shuddered at the thought that those stains were dried blood. They were.

The Gryphon was just standing there looking at him intently. Wilson knew he was on top of a very high mountain. The clouds surrounding the top obscured the ground. Just beyond the altar was a cave. Then as if a signal had been given, from the cave mouth emerged another Gryphon. And another. And another. Until there were six other Gryphons forming a circle around Wilson. When finally assembled thus, another Gryphon emerged. Wilson saw that this was an old Gryphon, by the grayish mane behind the eagle head. Probably the leader.

In unison, all the gathered Gryphons chanted. It was a sacrificial chant. But, the language unfamiliar to Wilson. Although the face of a rock carving above the cave mouth looked familiar. It was the face of the God, Q’Æl…

I would like to see how the others Gods would snatch Wilson from certain death. There was not just one vicious Gryphon to deal with. There were 8 of them.

‘Hel, dear. Could you please pass the mashed potatoes? I do so love the gravy. Aw, come on, I’ll buy you another bucket. I promise.’
 
Si'la

Si'la lounged languidly on plush cushions near her husband, watching him carefully through the slits that were her emerald eyes. She often feigned sleep to spy upon him...he was so much like a child, unruly, rambunctious, and constantly in need of her attention.

Well, she'd let him have his way...the God did deserve some fun after all, and since that is what everyone had gathered here for....

Still enough was enough, and poor Wilson had been tortured long enough. Stretching out her graceful arm, Si'la took hold of the dice and rolled....a 4 and a 7.

"Uncle???" She thought to herself. "Oh good Goddess....some mortal's UNCLE has to rescue him?"

Q'AEl's eyes lit with amusement, but only momentarily as Si'la leapt up gracefully, ripping the piece of chicken from his mouth.

"Don't you even START!" She hissed softly to him. "Or I'll have you down on your hands and knees, begging me for mercy...."

She whipped out a hidden Cat O Nine, and cracked the ends sharply to illustrate her point.


Poor Wilson lay helplessly surrounded by the 8 Gryphons as they chanted loudly, dancing about him. Suddenly, and without warning, Uncle Sam tore his way through the brush surrounding the altar, screaming incoherently about the injustices of oppression and singing at the top of his lungs..."Let Freeeeeedommm...RINGGGGGGG!" Wilson looked over at him stupidly, trying to remember if he'd eaten any funny looking mushrooms along his journey, and then saw the Uncle's real purpose. Besides the fact that the Gryphons chanting had been so oddly interrupted, he was carrying ostrich-sized eggs in his arms - 20 of them!

"Put on yer britches son!" He yelled, kicking over a pair of cammos that had fallen out of over-burdened arms.

Uncle Sam had discovered the Gryphon's nests, which lay almost on top of the holy grounds, and was threatening to annhialate all of their offspring if they did not let Wilson go free.

"Run boy....git now!" He ranted, and so Wilson yanked on the pants, and tore off through the brush.
 
Q’Æl

I looked at the beautiful Si’la, and bowed my head. Scuffing my feet as if being rebuked by a school teacher, I meekly said, ‘Yes, dear. I promise to be good…’

However, no one saw me crossing my fingers behind my back. I do so love Si’la and her Cat-o-Nine, and these little BDSM games that we play in private. If I had taken off my shirt at the table, the rest of the Gods would see the reddish marks on my back. Hopefully Si’la will use that one me tonight when the game ends. Hehehe…

In meantime, I grabbed the dice and rolled again. Dragons could have flown into my agape mouth when I saw what I had rolled. A 4 and a 5. A Grandmother. How in the Heavens would I torture Wilson with his grandmother?

Then I had a brilliant idea to get out this predicament. I just had to let old Granny be eaten alive by the angry Gryphons. That would allow me to roll again.

I asked everyone on the game table, ‘Anyone else besides me want a SALAMI pizza? I’m going to order an extra large anyway, with extra cheese stuffed crust, and extra SALAMI. Who wants drinks and what kind?’

Then I laid back, waiting for the others to order their drinks and for old Granny to die…


‘Grandma?!! What on earth are you doing here?!!’ shouted Wilson, befuddled by the sudden appearance of his Grandmother.

‘Well, sonny boyo, I’m here to pull your chestnuts out the fire again. Remember that time when you insisted on playing with the pack of wild dogs? This is no different. Now stand back, and see how the old folks take care of business.’

From her ever present apron she drew out a wooden spatula and a rolling pin. Wilson was amazed at how she would store the kitchen implements in her apron. Wielding them like swords, she attacked the rampaging Gryphons with no fear for her life.

“RUN, boyo…’ she shouted in the midst of battle. Uncle Sam was furiously engaged with a the Gryphon Elder. Then surprisingly, she managed to shoo three of the Gryphons away with her ferocity and rolling pin. A smash of it to the beak followed by a whack on the side of the eagle head with the spatula was apparently very painful for the Gryphons.

The she was side by side with Uncle Sam. And she winked coyly at him, seeing that his Beard and funny Top-hat was a turn on for her. Together, they fought the remaining Gryphons into a retreat…

Could my mouth have opened any wider at this point? I thought so. The pizza was totally forgotten as Wilson once again slipped through my fingers.

Then someone mentioned from behind my back that they wanted some Cokes. Well, I do know now where I can shove the two liter bottle up……
 
Shoto broke out laughing as he saw Q’Æl lower his head in shame. "Once again Q, you are a fool to your own plans!"
 
Olas

I gaze back to my mortal enemy, Shoto. he was mocking Qu'AEl. I gaze Shoto in his eyes. "Don't mock his bad luck. He's my enemy not yours. Get you own oponet." I jump up and attacked Shoto..... again.
 
Shoto moved out of the way, and only his burning wing was in Cats way.
 
Olas

OOC: This is going to be a short post.

IC: I flew right into the flaming wing of Shoto. I flew right threw it. I landed grafully. My fur was darker then normal. Slightly chared. I began to cough up some smoke. I don't feel so good. Up threw my thought came my breakfast. I spat it out. Right on Shoto's foot. "Damn, you would of thought I aimed or somthing. Well sense I didn't I am sorry."

I walk away right infront of shoto, makeing shure to cross his path. Out of no where a ship came falling out of the sky right at Shoto. It landed with a bang. From behind me came the sound of laughter. I turned to see Shoto. 'Your aim is off.' No way my aim is off..... could I be loseing my touch. I walk over to the corner. I take out a ball of yarn and begin to bat it around. My aim can't be off. It just can't be.
 
Shoto did his best not to break out in complete laughter. He didn't feel this good in years, and since then, he always looked like a beast. As soon as he stoped laughing, he once again started to chage before every bodies eyes, back to his normal form.

Most of his apearence did not change, but now he had the head an feet of an human. Yet he did felt sorry for Olas, His best abilaty was his agilaty and aim as Shoto's was his speed And focus in the air
 
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OOC

Hy you called Olas Cats. Hey if some one brings out some cat nip I'll really start to have fun in this thread.
 
OOC:Damn where Was my head when I did that? Sorry bu I fixed it
 
Hel, Goddess of Death

Profusely annoyed with her fellow Gods childish display, Hel throws an icy stare, powerful enough to freeze the blood of an entire Order of 3rd century b.c. Persian magus in their veins, in the direction of Shoto and Olas.

"There! That should keep them out of trouble for about 10 seconds..." she said, diving to quickly grab the die before Flatulas could. Hel raises her highbrow at the Goddess of Wind, as if to warn her.

Looking for Wilson in the game-board (the sneaky bastard had run into the deep woodland at the bottom of the cliff, again), Hel rolls the bones and gets a 10 and a 1.


Wilson was running madly into the decayed oaks' filled forest, trying to put distance between the enraged screams of the Griffons and himself. Granny and Uncle Sam were doing one heck of a job at forcing them into their lair, but his hopes of them getting out of this alive were thin. He was an emotional mess, tears rolling down his face and mixing with his sweat, tripping on the crooked roots sprouting at weird angles from the rocky ground, his clothes worn to shreds, caught in the thorn bushes.

Exhausted and dehydrated, Wilson came to a clearing in the forest--actually, more like a dead zone than a clearing--and fell to his knees, crying like a newborn under the scorching sun. His sobs echoed in an ominous way, through the stale air.

Hel decided to play it soft with him, for now. After all, the poor fellow had just escaped certain death; it was only fair to preserve him a few more hours before giving him a fate far worst than that. Moreover, the set for his demise was so beautiful. The stinky putrefaction felt just like home, except cooler.

Suddenly, Wilson felt a presence behind him. He knew it. Something terrible. The Gods had to be conspiring to get him. There was no other explanation. He turned around and slowly opened his eyes. Before him stood a transparent entity in rags, its features almost too grotesque to be described. It was emitting a low hum, a moan, at first almost imperceptible, but steadily increasing its volume as it advanced in Wilson's direction. He took a step back, two, but the ghost kept coming towards him, faster and faster. In a heartbeat it was inches away from his face, it's scream now deafening almost drowning Wilson's desperate cry as he recognized himself in that mask of death.

Grabbing his chest, bent by the most extreme sharp pain he had ever felt, he tried to crawl away from the clearing, away from his fears...

"...and into The Swamps", added Hel with a triumphant smile on her lips.
 
"Hel..." Shot muttered in shame, "Your blood still runs cold. Why I do not know." Shot picked up the dice and rolled, "....Heh... I'll save this for later... And where the hell is that bird!? It should have been there by now!" Shoto said slightly aggrivated.
 
Kirkos-Yav, God of Misfortune, Hope, and Servitude.

Shoto rolled the dice, or at least, tried to. He looked away at the wrong moment. By some misfortune, the dice fell into the bony hands of Kirkos-Yav. People turned. they had not noticed him enter. uncovered bones touched the floor, and the dice were in his skeletal grip.

Looked up. His facial expressions never changed, they never could. His gaze met Hel's. There was a rivalry there, though no one knew why. But everyone knew that his roll would not fall to chance. It would fill some hope of Wilson's, or cause him misfortune.

He threw open his hand, and the dice rolled out. 1, and 9. He didn't look at the dice. Instead, empty eyes looked down at the board.


The Cleric opened his eyes from where he was resting, and quickly staggered to his feet. Calling forth his powers, he banished the ghost. The cleric stood, and walked over to where the ghost had been.

Then he turned, and saw Wilson.

"Are you unharmed? No? Thank the Gods! Good for you I awoke when I did, no? I have been banishing the minions of Hel, Goddess of Death, from this region for some time now. Are you okay? Would you like something to eat? I have a small shelter a few minutes from here. Come with me, and we will praise the Gods that you still live."

He helped Wilson to his feet, ignoring the man's odd behavior. "Why, you look like a lot has happened to you. Maybe you have not prayed to Kirkos-Yav enough? He rains misfortune on those who forget him, yet blesses the hopes into reality of those who remember his name."

He chatted up a storm as he lead Wilson towards his shelter, which soon came into view as a small, broken shine.

"This is the only shrine to Kirkos-Yav on the world. It is said to be the place where he lost his greatness, and became what he is today. Come, let us rest. You look most tired."
 
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Shoto looked at Kirkos-Yav and smiled. Shoto was glad that Kirkos-Yav was on his side. Althoug it was ironic that two former enemys actualy got along "Well, I guess its your turn Hel..." Shoto said in an anoying tone. He wanted to anger Hel very much, it was almost as fun as beating the living hell out of Olas.
 
Olas

OOC: Okay, why the hell did you dig this thing out (not that I'm complaining, I liked this thread, I figure theres some sort of story behind it.) Oh would some body find the ooc page and post please, I can't rember the dice combenations and I figure it's near wear you found this page Lauren.

Olas: I missed! How the hell did I miss? I never miss and now they give the dice back to hel and ignore me as if I was gone for six months. On top of all that my cat is lost. "My cat is lost!"

I dive for the dice. "I need to save him!" I pick up the dice and let them role. They fall below the table where no one could see. I picked them up after a quick glance. "I think we all will agree we should save that for latter." I had a coy smile on my face none of thjem knew what I rolled, now the question is who's wise enough to get the joke?

I glance down at the board and watch my cat reach safety. "Okay my cats safe. So who wants the dice?" I throw the dice in the air. One of them will catch it or I will make a second role in a row, but I had no control of it so Hel would just have to be mad at herself.
 
Flatulas snatches the dice from the air and flicks them onto the world table. Bouncing and clicking they come to rest a 1 and a 10. Her eyes twinkle as a wizard appears in a flash of bright light behind Wilson.

"DO NOT ENTER" his voice boomed in the cavelike shrine. Clearing his throat and adding in an almost embarrassed tone, the wizard added "well, unless you want to sleep a hundred or more years. I should think it would be very refreshing, but well, I just thought you should know.. " The wizard's voice trailed off forlornly.
"Umm if you like, you could come to my castle with me... we're having your grandmother for dinner and I'm sure you'd like to join her"

Wilson nodded eagerly, having wondered what became of his grandmother and uncle sam after the battle with the gryphons. In a second burst of light the wizard and Wilson were transported to the Wizards castle.
Looking around curiously, he gasps when he realizes just what the wizard ment by "having grandmother for dinner" Only what did he mean about joining her? the worried look left his face as he saw two naked beautys walking toward him.

Flatulas let out a sigh which rattled the window coverings in the castle before she leaned back, a challenging look in her eye
 
Realm of the Gods

The pair of dice floats into the air & disappears after the Goddess of the Wind’s throw. How were ivory bones moved? It was as if they were picked up & covered by an invisible hand. Or in this case paw ...

Just like the Cheshire Cat from Carroll’s tales, a very large feline form appeared hovering above the gaming table. The iridescent cat-eyes glowed with power. ‘You are all playing the game & have not invited me?’ As the rest of the body appeared, the pink panther gazed at her fellow gods.

Her tail swishes in the air in an angry manner, as she spoke. ‘Bastet is hurt that she, Bastet, was not invited to play. You all know that Bastet loves to play.’ Reaching down with her free paw, she picks up a random human off the board & eats it.

All the players sigh with relief, when they realize that it was not their pawns nor Wilson himself. ‘Now, is Bastet’s turn to play. Yes?’ Her eyes glowed brighter as she tossed the ivories. The dice land but before anyone could read it, she pounces on them. Peeking under her paw, She read her roll. ‘Bastet will save this for later.’

With a flick of her great paws, the dice are floating above the middle of the table. Waiting for the next player to grab them. The feline goes back to reclining from where she had appeared ...


Earlier on the Game World

Chaos ensues, as everyone sees this giant cat’s paw come down from the parting sky & pick up a helpless screaming victim. The heavens clear, but everyone seems to cower in fear. As they realize it’s not coming back ...

Some people deny that it ever happened. Others start praying. Still more declare that it’s the end of the world & we must all repent for our sins. But people like Wilson had better things to think about. Like how he was going to survive the next obstacle put in his path. By the gods that he did not have an inkling of a clue that where toying with his life.
 
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Olas

Olas: "Oh now your here. You have alot of nerve you don't call you don't write. You just stay in that little hole of yours." I lay down faceing the mouse hole, before turning to face the other gods. "Oh when did you get here Bastet?"

I jamm my paw in that mouse hole. "Come now you and I have a dinner date." After a few minutes I give up and return to the board. "Hmm, your saveing your roll. I just saved the Koblood I rolled and... wait a minute whats he doing away from his cat? Who teleported him?"

"If thats the case I use my Koblood. Hey whats that out over there?" I wave my tail behind my back and teleport the small black cat to the same area as wilson.

Wilson: That was fast. "Didn't even go trhew the front gate." I took a look around the walls were heavy stone. I didn't see a single window.

'Meow' I jump forward and look back behind me. It just that damn cat. I thought he was supose to be lucky. What a silly thing, sense when are black cats lucky.

That cat had found me at that temple god knows how after the gryphon attack. Now weres grandma? 'She's this way.' I was a bit suprised some how at this wizards reading my mind.

I fallowed him till we came to a stare well. Down at the bottom was grandma siting at a fire. Koblood was there cooking and stiring on the flame. It seemed to be alive still. 'Meow'

I looked down at my feline. "What do you want?" The cat slowly circled to my front and then I herd a cracking sound. The brik I was on fliped and I fell on my back. My legs landed over the edge and draged my body with it.

I got up off the floor by the fire and rubbed my back. "ouch." Lucky cat indeed. Prehaps they ment bad luck.

OOC: Thank you for clearing the postion of your post sprite.
 
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