The Horny Unicorn

OOC: Doh! Sorry guys..my miss!

IC: Isolde had just speared her fifth fish when she heard a voice call her name. In fact it seemed a rather familiar voice. And definately not her new husband's.

Looking up and shading her eyes with one hand, she squinted towards where the call was coming from and finally saw two figures off in the distance.

She recognized Creeps first and then her jaw dropped as an old friend hoved into view. Cherise. Why she hadnt seen her in ages. Carefully putting the fish on the shore, she waded through the water and onto the opposite shore to run up to where her old friend was running up to her and they collided in a large hug.

"Cherise!," Isolde said, moving from the hug first,"It's wonderful to see you. Let me look at you, girl!"
 
Creeps

I waited for Isolde to finish her little reunion with Cherise, and then I stepped in, "Isolde, the reason I came here is because I would like to reopen the tavern. I know it seems hopeless, but I have a plan. Please believe me, i can make your tavern a big success, but only if you let me". Isolde was thinking hard, i could tell from the expression from her face. If she refused, then I would have come all this way for nothing. I waited anxiously for an answer.
 
Cherise

Cherise greeted Isolde with a warm hug. "You look wonderful. Look at you. Just like a regular barbarian princess. I didnt think I would see you in those clothes again after I heard you were going civilised."

"So what happened? Creeps here tells me that you shut down all of a sudden. Civilized life and a steady business not your cup of tea?"

It was then that Creeps moved in to aske Isolde about the tavern and Cherise hooked her arm through his.

"Why don't we find some place a bit more comfortable to discuss this," She said,"I am sure Isolde needs a minute to think."

Not letting go of his arm, Cherise begins to move to the shallow point in the stream and walk across the riverbed there towards where she saw Isolde fishing.
 
Kitsuke

Dodging as fast as he could Kitsuke could find no real time to strike with his sword, even just a flesh wound. Any sword use he did put in to play was purely defensive. The steel clashing and the trees falling was getting a bit disconcerting. Once he managed to land a foot in Thorr's side but decided to stop trying to kick him when all it did was make Kitsuke limp in pain for a moment and nearly get cut in half.

As time wore on Kitsuke found himself tiring a bit, not sure when he would be the slightest bit too slow he did something he had never.... EVER considered doing before in his life.

He called for help.

"ISOLDE! YOUR BROTHER WENT PSYCHOTIC!! HELP ME FOR THE FORTUNE'S SAKE!!!"
 
Creeps

I walked toward the shallow river with Cherise, I usually kept my boots dry, but thats okay. "So, what is it you wanted to discuss?" what was there to discuss. She wasn't the person who owned the tavern, so what was there to discuss? I then noticed her smile.
 
*Just then, seemingly out of no where, a young boy "Whoa!!" 'ed and fell, with the tree below him, right near (or on top of) Thorrs head, tumbling away he fell into a sit with an oof and blinked about*

Oops...I guess the tree wasnt strong after all...
 
Isolde had a thoughtful expression on her face as she followed Cherise and Creeps across the stream. Things had happened fast and the Horny Unicorn was the last thing on her mind right now.

But Creeps had come to her and now she needed to give it some thought. Picking up the fish she had speared, she brought them to the camp and begin cleaning them while talking to Creeps and Cherise.

"First I have to say that things have happened since I last saw you, Creeps. I am no longer interested in the Unicorn. If you would like and Mergal has not taken me up on my offer. And, if he married the princess I dont know why he should have, you may have it. I will write you out a letter saying that at least my half is given to you. The only problem I see is getting it back in shape. I was really trashed when I left. But I think I have an idea about that..."

At that moment, Kitsuke's frantic voice came to her ears. She could not tell exactly what he was saying but the tone of his voice made her stop breathing for a moment. He was in trouble.

"He needs me," Was all she said before breaking into action.

Running to where she had left her sword, she withdrew it and raced to the edge of the stream, leaping across it and disappearing into the forest, headed toward her husband's frantic voice.

OOC: Okay, everyone. Follow if you want but Kitsuke and Neale still want a couple more posts before we reach them.
 
Creeps

I was glad that Isolde would sell me her tavern, I was going to make her proud. I then heard the samurais voice in the distance, he sounded like he was in trouble. I grabbed Cherise's hand, "theres someone I'd like you to meet". We both followed Isolde through the dense forest. Being careful not to touch any roots, or bump into any trees.
 
Cherise

Cherise unconsciously entwined her fingers with Creeps when he took her hand. Holding on tight, she followed him and Isolde wondering exactly what was going on but waiting for answers.
 
Thorr

The demon in Kitsuke form called upon his unholy gods, causing a young man-shaped demon to fall upon Thorr's head. Unfortunately for the forces of evil, blows to Thorr's head were singularly ineffective, given the relative density of his skull as compared to any other substance found outside of a black hole or dwarf star. The summoned creature bounced off Thorr, and landed in a heap nearby, completely unnoticed by the mighty barbarian.

Kitsuke screamed out Isolde's name, then Thorr's, then some words that enraged barbarian did not understand, which he assumed to be ritual incantations. Seizing the opportunity afforded by Kitsuke's distraction during his supposed spell-casting, Thorr leaped forward, arms spread wide, tackling his opponent. "Thorr have you NOW, evil creature! Tell Thorr where Isolde is, or Thorr squeeze you like custard pie, and gooey stuff come out on Thorr's armor, and make Thorr mad!"
 
*He blinked about*

Now where am I?

I thought I was going to find those nice people..

*he scritched his head and stood up, brushing dirt off of him, he sniffed about*

Hmm....Someone needs a bath....must be that barbarian..

*He allowed himslef a tiny smile as he saw the makings of a fight going on*

Uht oh!

*he had too many experiances with bar room brawls to keep in plain sight. and hid himself expertly in the bush, seeming to blend in perfectly without even the lightest hint of camoflauge, he peered at them nervously, unsure if he should run, or stay on to see if this guy knew where those nice people were..*
 
Kitsuke

Struggling to breathe was not fun. Kitsuke's vision swam and spots appeared in front of his eyes. He did the only thing he could think of at the moment. He made a fist and extended the knuckles of the first two fingers. Wrenching a tiny bit he drove them up into Thorr's sternum, not a lot of force but then he began exerting pressure, slowly but surely forcing his sternum to seperate.

He'd have to stop Thorr soon, his vision was blackening.
 
Isolde skidded into the clearing that had been made by Thorr's weapon just as the two were locked in a death grip. Thorr threatening to crush Kitsuke and Kitsuke doing something to Thorr's chest.

"What the....?," She said as she looked on the two men. Stepping behind Thorr, she smacked him on the back of the head with the hilt of her sword to get his attention. Startled but not hurt, he turned to look on who would have hit him so boldly and dropped Kitsuke as surprise entered his befuddled brain.

"Just what do you two think you are doing? Spending your time roughhousing when there is dinner to get on."

Turning to Kitsuke who was gasping for breath, she said,"I understand you wanting to great your new brother-in-law in true barbarian fashion but I thought you were going to do some hunting. And here you had me thinking you were in trouble. Good joke, now please find something to add to the fish I caught for dinner. We have unexpected guests."

And to Thorr,"And you are keeping my new husband from fulfilling his promise to me. You two can play another time. Now you can help him find something or both of you will go hungry."
 
Thorr

Thorr felt something brush the back of his head. Startled, he mostly released Kitsuke, and turned to receive a scathing dressing down from his evidently unharmed sister. At first, he thought this might be some sort of trick, but as she continued to berate him, he knew, with a sinking feeling in his belly, that this was the genuine article. Thankfully, she did not seem to realize that he had been trying to kill her husband.

Isolde's HUSBAND?!!! the stunned barbarian thought to himself... This funny-dancing little guy got Isolde??? Very, very carefully, Thorr bent down to pick up Kitsuke from the ground, where he lay, attempting to remember what oxygen tasted like. Without any noticeable effort on Thorr's part, Kitsuke was once more vertical. Thorr supported his new brother-in-law as they walked away, out of Isolde's hearing.

"You marry Thorr sister? Wow." Thorr's eyes widened at the thought of the battle which must have preceded their connubial bliss. "You lot tougher than Thorr thought, Kitsuke... You sure you not demon?"
 
Kitsuke

"It is a career change I would consider at the moment." Kitsuke wheezed as oxygen once more flooded his lungs. "Hoooo.... um, are you alright to Thorr? You didn't overexert yourself swinging that FORTY POUND SWORD AT ME SEVERAL HUNDRED TIMES DID YOU???"


"Ow." Yelling hurt. Walking hurt. Breathing hurt. Hurting hurt. The last bit came to him in a flash of clarity. Then the oxygen rush hit, and he fell over.
 
Thorr

Thorr walked along merrily, being very careful to not let on to Isolde that he had just been trying very enthusiastically to kill her newlywed husband. "Nope! Thorr feel fine. Good workout. You okay, brother? Uh, brother?" The fact of Kitsuke's collapse finally impinged upon Thorr's consciousness. "Oh. Hokay, Kitsuke, no time for nap! Isolde say get food." Thorr picked up Kitsuke and slung him over his shoulder. "Huh. Isolde must have worn you out last night! Thorr think you need more red meat! Make you strong, to keep lusty barbarian wife happy!"
 
Mergale

Mergale was not a happy Dark Lord. Dressed in a tuxedo, and guarded by seven paladins (at his fiancee's request), he stood near the entrance of the great cathedral greeting the guests.

"How annoying," he muttered to himself after greeting the Emperor of Ghuldunim. "Here is a prime meeting of world leaders and warriors of Light, all in one handy little basket, and I can't even launch an army to slaughter them."

Of course, there were members of the Dark here as well, all of whom would be killed if he launched an attack. Oh well, can't make an omlette without killing a few chickens.

His red eyes glanced around the assembled crowd, taking in the people around him. On the bride's side were leaders of human and elven kingdoms, various champions of order, as well as the occasional celebrity twit. On the groom's side were villians, cutthroats, and basically all the minions of the Void. The two groups segregated from each other and socialized amongst themselves.

"Well, well... so the Dark Lord of the North finally gets a wife!" said a sneering voice. Mergale sighed and turned around to regard Jessoka, Dark Lord of the East. "My, my! How the mighty have fallen.

"Fuck you," he said in retort.

Jessoka laughed, his old wrinkled face puckering even more. He strode past Mergale, his red cloaks billowing behind him. "Heh. You have truly grown quite pathetic, Mergale. Truly... I sincerely doubt that you'll keep your seat on the Dark Trinity's tier when word of this reaches the Void. Marrying the Weilder of Light? Tsk tsk tsk... Shameful. Truly shameful..."

Mergale glared at the old necromancer in absolute fury, his red eyes glowing dangerously. "One day, old man," he whispered under his breath. "One day the time will come... I will kill you for your insolence..."
 
Creeps

I then stopped Thorr, and shook his hand. Cherise then walked up to him, and also greeted him. I told Thorr about, how Isolde sold me the Horny Unicorn, and how I would make it better. I didn't even notice my arm around Cherise. When I did, I quickly pulled my hand back. Trying not to startle her.
 
Cherise

Cherise glanced over at Creeps and gave him a puzzled look. "Touching me isnt life threatening, you know. I promise I will tell you if I dont want your hand on me."

Her attention turned to Kitsuke and she shook her head. "Somehow I dont think you were exactly playing, now were you, Thorr? Don't worry I am not going to tell Isolde."

Putting her hands on Kitsuke, Cherise begin to chant a healing spell and soon his body was filled with a warm feeling and his hurt disappeared.

"Come on," She told all of them,"Lets go fix dinner and then listen to what Isolde's plan was. I am curious to meet the person who could win her for thier wife, too. This should be a very interesting meal."

Taking up Creep's hand, she moved back to the newlywed's camp.
 
Creeps

She liked me? Wow, I never thought something like this would happen, during my years as a thief. I was overjoyed, but I had only one question to ask her, "Cherise, do you, like me?" I needed an answer.
 
Cherise

Cherise glanced over at Creeps and gave him the warmest smile she could. It wasnt a great on because she was so out of practice. Being a Battle Mage ment you were usually making warrior like faces instead of nice feminine, melt-the-opposite-sex-into-a-puddle faces.

Letting his hand go she hooked her elbow into his and drew him close. "Creeps, honey, if I didnt like you I would have fried you where you stood when you put your arm around me. Sorry but growing up in a family of Battle Mages doesnt make for fuzzy moments."

Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, she said,"Come on. I am curious to what Isolde's idea is."
 
"Uhm...Is it safe to come out now??""

*he half yelled at the impressive troupe and cautiously stepped forward, spotting isolde and recognizing her.*

"Hey..I was looking for you...I though you'd ran away from me like everyone else seems to.."

(Hey, check the beginning of the thread for Shawn's Description people*

*he blinked his glowing beniegn eyes... and looked sad*
 
Creeps

she liked me! I was in a state of bliss. I was unaware to what was happening, and where I was, (yes, Creeps likes her that much). the next thing I knew was tripping over a rock, and rolling down a hill until I hit a tree. That hurt me, and then I looked down, and saw a moving root. Then I looked up, and came face to face, with a angry treebeast. Not just any treebeast too, it was a oak Treebeast. The biggest, and baddest of them all. I took a large gulp.
 
Thorr

Seeing as how Kitsuke was all healed and happy, thanks to Cherise, Thorr put him back down, brushing off some of the battle-dirt from them both. The mighty barbarian's eyes widened at the approach of the creature which had earlier fallen on his head, during the fight. A rare moment of logic erupted in his tiny brain...

"Ummm... Kitsuke not demon? Little guy what fall on Thorr's head... not demon?" Shawn quickly nodded his decidedly non-demonic head. "Hokay! Thorr not chop little man up into littler bits."

Suddenly, Creeps took a tumble down the hill and hit bottom hard enough to make a massive tree shake. Oddly enough, the tree did NOT stop shaking... "Trees not move that much around here, do they?" Thorr asked the others. Everyone shook their heads, and shared a look of puzzlement, one which quickly changed to a look of shocked realization as they shouted in unison, "TREEBEAST!!!"

Thorr screamed in rage, and charged down the hill. "Thorr HATE treebeast! Thorr's gods PROMISED Thorr that ALL treebeasts were destroyed everywhere, forever!!! Thorr FIX!!!"

The enraged barbarian ran right up to the monstrous, animated oak tree, and proceeded to hack at it viciously with Giant-Cleaver. The ancient, age-hardened bark of the beast gave way like butter before a hot knife at the touch of the enchanted steel in Thorr's hands. With a screech of splitting wood, the treebeast fell to the ground. Thorr was not going to let it take his attack lying down, though... He continued to swing his massive sword until the creature was a pile of feebly twitching toothpicks.

"Hokay, dammit! You gods up there! NO MORE FUCKING TREEBEASTS!!!"
 
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