Game of the Gods

[Firesprite]

Flatulas looks steadily across the world table directly at Hel. She knew Hel was - well not praying, but hoping that the die would give her a difficult move. She rolled a 10 and a 5. Checking the chart she saw it was a zombie and her face fell. With a popping noise she leaned forward over the world table. She blushed, hoping people would think that it was her chair creaking and focused on the board. And focused. And focused.

Wilson shook his head sure he could hear dice tumbling, but there was nothing nearby, and no-one. He wasn't entirely sure where he was, he'd been walking for days, the hot sun burning through his clothes. His skin felt hot and tight, it was peeling and cracked in this dry air. His water had run out this morning and in every direction he could only see more sand. On dragging feet he slowly made his way up another dune, sweat sticking his clothes to him. He had sad everywhere, he could even feel it between the cheeks of his arse, rubbing him raw everywhere.

Reaching the top of the dune he paused and looked around, searching for any hint of moisture in this barren landscape. Facing back the way he had come he saw the weaving tracks he'd made in the sand, drunk with thirst. Turning once more to face the way he was headed, Wilson became dizzy and falling began to tumble down the dune.

He came up hard against something, his head knocking into a stone and he finally stopped rolling. Clutching his head in his hands he looked up at the dune he'd just fallen down and his jaw sagged open in astonishment.

In the side of the dune was a door. Getting on his hands and knees, eyes fixed on the door Wilson made his painful way towards it. Reaching it he could see it had been uncovered from the sand by his fall, and though there was still a considerable amount in front of it, it would take much to clear it completely.
An hour later, Wilson finally had it clear and with much pulling and tugging had the door open enough to peer inside. Wilson could feel a cool damp breeze coming from the the tunnel beyond and almost fell to his knees in thanksgiving, but he didn't. He didn't believe in the Gods.

Pulling again on the door, Wilson entered, and slowly, his fingers running lightly over the surprisingly clean walls moved forward.
Ahead he saw a dim light and the trickle of running water, moving quicker now, he turned neither right nor left but made a bee-line to the water. To his surprise he was in a lighted chamber with a clear fountain in the center. He saw no more as he began to scoop water into his hands and drink.

A heavy hand dropped onto his back and Wilson choked in surprise and fear. Turning slightly to see who had assaulted him he was stunned to see a four foot tall wrapped Mummy standing before him with one hand out. In a small quivering little boys voice it said "Will you be my friend?"



Flatulas looked up at the other gods and smiled - who said a mummy had to be mean and big?

 

[Comanda]

Watching the world table next to Flautus, Lotem shakes her head and chuckles. Cute.

And with a flick of the wrist, Lotem rolls a 1 and 7. Consulting the cheat sheet, a bright smile, a twinkle in the eye. Perfect, said Lotem, A Shaman. Lotem flared her hand across the table and leaned forward to observe.

As Wilson turned in startled suprise at the hand on his shoulder, he noticed the door opening wide, letting in the stark desert sun. A figure wearing little more than rags and sandals and carrying a bota over his sun darkened left shoulder, and a simple staff made from the rib of a saugaro cacti that was over 500 hundred years old. He heaved the door shut, blocking out the harsh desert sun.

Turning he sees Wilson and the child mummy. Little one, I see you found yourself a friend, I do hope you remembered not to let him drink from the fountain, you remember the last one. The screams, the writhering. Wilsons eyes grew big with fear, and he felt the first pangs deep within body. Oh dear, said the brown man, hopefully I got here in time. As an anguished look crossed over Wilsons face, the man offered him a piece of what looked like chalk. Eat it Man! Eat it! It's the only thing that will save you, we must expell as much of the poison as possible, and quick.

Wilson ate the chalky substance like a man in fear for his mortal life. He frantically looked around for something to wash it down with, when all of a sudden his stomach revolted. Wilson fell to his knees, his arms barely holding his head up, violently vomited up the poison. When Wilson looked up, he saw the mankneeling next to him and the mummy behind him. The man offered Wilson the bota. Drink this man, it will refresh and cleanse. Wilson drank the slightly sweet nectar, vaguely noting an odd flavor. He looked at the brown man. My dear man, the shaman said, I have dreamt of you coming here, and I see that you are a good man. So I must make this known to you. Whether you choose to remember it or not is entirely up to you. Within a few moments you will start to "dream" but it is not a dream, it is real, and you can trust it if you can trust nothing else. Sweet dreams my dear man, I will be gone when you awake, you little friend here will see to you.

Wilson felt his body blur like his eyes. Everything was veiled in a thin cloud of gossamer. He realized that he was on his back. Slowly the veil lifted and his eyes focused.High above him in the sky, in a circle surrounding him, huge faces looking down on him. Deep in the recesses of his mind, he heard a voice. What you see are the Gods who control all. You Wilson, are their current project. There are those who would fight for you (and with that there was a distant deep rumble, and one of the Godess' face turned flush) And there are those who wish to see your demise. Make you choices wisely and you may survive the Gods and Goddess game and reciev your just reward.

Wilson slowly lost conciensness as the voice faded. The vision fading to a distant part of his mind, never to be fully remembered, only bits and pieces revealing themselves every now and again.

 

[Firesprite]

Grabbing the dice cups again before any of the others could, Flatulas quickly rolled a 6 and 9 and drew the sphinx.


Wilson slowly came back to his senses and still woozy from the poison, vomiting, the strange drink and the dream, he began to crawl slowly towards the door again. A slow shuffle and musty smell accompanied him and, swinging his head ponderously around, saw the child mummy was still there. There was no sign of the dark shaman.

In a hesitant voice the mummy spoke "Do you want some help? I am very strong!" and without waiting for a reply got his shoulder under Wilsons middle and lifted him easily, carrying Wilson to the door before putting him down again.

Propped up by the warm stone of the door, Wilson looked bleerily at the mummy. "What is your name?" he asked, "I'm Wilson, a wanderer, and I thankyou for your help."
The mummy replied "I'm Kahli, where are you going?"
"I don't know" Wilson responded, "but I best leave now."
"Can I come?" Kahli asked "Please? huh, huh? I havn't been out for ever so long.."
Wilson sighed to himself, well, he thought, dead company is better than no company at all. "Yes, if you want you can come"
With a shout of joy, the young boy mummy raced back down to the room, shouting that he had to gather his things. Returning very quickly, he returned, and they both set off.

It wasn't long before a dark shadow came over them. Looking up Wilson was about to let out a yell before they were both grabbed in giant paws and born aloft by the wings of a Sphinx.
The wind howled past, tearing at Wilsons clothes and Kahli's bandages for what seemed a very long time before they were dropped unceremoniously onto the ground at the top of a cliff. Below was what appeared to be a forest. (at least in contrast to the unreleaved sand dunes of the desert)
The Sphinx had them cornered against the drop of the cliff not allowing them to get away, and then she spoke her age old riddle: "What animal is that which in the morning goes on four feet, at noon on two, and in the evening upon three?"
Wilson knew, without a doubt that if he failed to answer the riddle correctly, he would die, and Khali too if it was possible to die twice.
With a little thought he eventually answered the Sphinx "Man, who in childhood creeps on hands and knees, in manhood walks erect, and in old age with the aid of a staff."
The Sphinx, mortified that her riddle that had been working for hundreds of years was finally answered, threw herself off the cliff and dashed herself on the rocks below, where she died.

 

[Soul Edge]

Pyro takes the dice next and rolls the dice quickly(so as not to burn the cup),rolling a 2 and a 3.He blinks his coal-black eyes."Father Christmas?,I have to use FATHER CHRISTMAS!!!!! .His shoulders sag slightly and he looks down on to the world,wondering how much of his reputation he can salvage.

Meanwhile Wilson is working his way down the cliff with Kahli.Since it is still high up,each breeze is freezing cold.After about 20 minutes of climbing,they hear sliegh bells ringing and a sleigh floats up next to him."HO-HO-HO",shouts the large man wearing read in front of him.Wilson was still trying to guess how a sleigh pulled by reindeer could float in the air."Can I give you a hand Wilson?".Wilson debates this.He can spend a few more hours climbing or he could get a ride from a fat man in red on a sleigh pulled by reindeer.Wondering if he is insane or not,Wilson accepts and manages to climb in,pulling Kahli with him.The sled floats downwards with the feeling of one in an elevator,and they are safely deposited on the ground in front of the forest.With a wave,The sled floats into the air and flies away.Wilsons stays standing their,wondering what the hell just happened.He shrugs and turns to start walking into the forest.

(uck,Im never gonna live this down)

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Hel, Goddess of Death

Sickened by all the goodness and help Wilson is getting, Hel dives for the die before any of her goody-goody game adversaries. Wickedly grinning at the prospect of what's to come, she rolls a pair of 8s, purposely against the board. A Silkie. Well, she thought, that's not too bad! Let's see in what way can I use this to end the game quickly, but not entirely painlessly... And after casting a fulminating and hateful look across the table, Hel concentrated all her attention in the tiny forest below.


Wilson and Kahli almost fell with the slight earthquake caused by the rolling die. Looking one way and the other, neither could figure out what could have caused the tremor or which way to go next. After some random wandering through the forest, Wilson eventually discovered the smallest of brooks, but remembering what happened last time, he refrained from drinking. Whatever it was that liquid the shaman had given him had quench his thirst anyway...

Instead, Wilson decided to follow the minute stream. This has to lead somewhere! Maybe to a river, and there are many villages in riversides, it will be easier to find help in a place like that. Smiling with satisfaction, the two travelling companions started their way, never letting the brook out of their sight.

They walked for hours, protected from view by seemingly impenetrable foliage. They had almost lost hope of ever getting out of the forest when it came to an abrupt end. Before them now stretched a narrow strip of golden sand and what had to be either the calmest sea Wilson had ever seen or the widest lake in the world. Both Wilson and Kahli were amazed at the beauty of the setting, and decided that this would be a good place to rest.

A small pack of seals was swimming and playing maybe 50 meters from the shore, right in front of them. Kahli was marvelled. But Wilson's jaw dropped when he saw, slowly emerging from the water halfway to the seal, the most beautiful woman he could have ever dreamed. Her long completely white hair, eyes of deep blue and the most perfect little mouth and nose were nothing compared to the way her absolutely mesmerizing naked body glistened in the sun. She never had to say a word. Wilson had an instant hard-on and couldn't help but starting to walk her way. She smiled mischievously at him as he drew near, water already covering his knees.

Wilson stopped in front of the woman, taken over by lust, and held her in his arms, kissing her eagerly. She kissed him back, cupping the bulge in his pants with one hand, groping his ass with the other, all the time slowly receding to deeper waters.

When the two were almost among the playful group of seals, Wilson had already lost his footing and the fast movements of his legs was the only thing keeping him from sinking. And when the woman wrapped her legs around his, pressing her pussy against his crotch, they began to submerge. Wildly kissing Wilson, underwater, the Silkie was actually sucking all air out of his lungs.


Hel laughed with satisfaction at the eminent demise of the Wilson...

 

[Zircon]

Q’Æl

I looked at the beautiful lady I was sitting next to on the game table. Her eyes sparkled and little lips pursed into a bow, trying to figure out a way for Wilson to escape from the clutches of Silkie. I took the dice cup and secretly replaced the die. My own die was very advantageous to me…

I rolled a 5 and a 5. Hmmm… Now how did that happen? I was hoping that the intelligent die would roll me an 8 and a 7. The time for chastisement of the die would be later. For now, if I want supper, I would have to save that stupid Cap, and on second thought, the wearer too…

The blood red pattern down her black back announced her species. She emerged from the cave mouth in hopes of catching some sun. The crashing of waves amongst the rocks was soothing to her. The reef offered ample opportunities for shipwrecks, and fresh meat of live and drowned sailors.

She saw in the distance a sailor drowning in the clutches of a Silkie. She was hungry and more importantly, she was in heat. She yearned for the company of men. So she concentrated and the proteins in her bloodstream started mixing.

She spun a yarn of pure silk, and cast it out into the sea, like a fly-fisherman casting. On the third try, she caught hold off the man. Wilson was his name, from the Cap she had recognized. Licking her mandibles, she reeled him in away from the nefarious clutches of the Silkie.

With a flick of her tail, Wilson was flying through the air, out of the water and into the clutches of a Black Widow. She wrapped the silk around Wilson, warming him and at the same time, preventing escape. Not contented yet, she spun the web, streaking it into the water, encasing the Silkie in silk. What irony, for the stronger-than-steel silk would drown the Silkie.

Good, thought the Black Widow. This obviously virile male came prepared as she saw the hard-on. Her whole body shivered in orgasmic anticipation. Her womb ready to receive the live-giving vital essence. Soon, a brood will emerge, and a new generation of Black Widows will extend a warm welcome for all stranded sailors and any fortunate travelers. Happenstance brought great things, and in her mind, this time she did not have to ‘encourage’ the male to mate.

Wilson was slipping in and out of consciousness. He saw the Black and red pattern, but could not discern his whereabouts. He still had his hard-on, and the perfumed scent of a female in heat was spinning his head around. He had thought he was in heaven…

She lowered her rump, the opening moist and prepared for entry of the male phallus. She was shivering all over. The soft skin enveloped his phallus like a glove. The undulations of the inner walls, and the vertical thrusting brought Wilson into a second Heaven, a Heaven of pure bliss. Soon, the coupling became more agitated…

I silently chuckled at the predicament of Wilson. I’d saved him from certain drowning. I was not cruel enough to let Wilson be killed, yet. A man cannot die without first ‘releasing’. The reason a Black Widow was so named was that after mating, she normally cocoons the male. When she was in the mood, she would slowly eat the male. Hahaha! What a way for Wilson to die, and that infernal Cap lost forever in the labyrinthine webs of Black Widow…

 

[Soul Edge]

Pyro took the dice and rolled them,getting a 5 and an 8,making his new creature a kobold.He leaned forward intently on the portion of the world that showed Wilson(ooc:what happened to his little mummy friend Kahli?)

As the Black Widow was continuing its activity with Wilson,the Kobold's head popped oout of a hole that had appeared at the beach's edge,where the sand just started.It crawled out of its tunnel and looked around.It saw the Large Black Widow and cried out in excitment(Kobolds sometimes favor spiders,worms,etc.) in a high squeaky voice.It raced across the sand and leaped outwards,landing on the reef and looking hungrily at the huge bulk of the spider.It hefted the large shovel it was holding in its tiny hand and brought it down hard on the joint where its abdomen attached to its head,stunning,possibly killing the spider.It looked ove rthe spiders bulk and saw it had cuaght something still alive.This was an even greater find!,it now had someone to help work the tunnels.It pushed the shovel through the spiders exterior and hefted it over its shoulder,showing a greater strength for such a tiny body.It grabbed a coil of the web encasing poor Wilson before dragging him and the spiders body towards its tunnel and throwing both uncerimoniuosly into it.

 

[Firesprite]

Kahli, having been of no interest to the silkie or the spider being basically dead already had been trying to make his way through the sand to his friend Wilson. Unfortunatly his bandages were soggy from trying to follow Wilson into the sea and now were thoroughly caked in sand, making his steps drag.

He finally reached the little Kobold just as Wilson and the Spider were dumped into the kobold's tunnel. Grabbing the first thing to hand from the shore, Kahli began to smack the kobold about the head with strings of soaking wet, rotting seaweed, while at the same time dragging Wilson from the tunnel.

 

[Comanda]

Lotem reached over and grabbed the dice and made his roll. A 7 and 5. Ahh, little green men and with a smirk she snapped her fingers...

Khali kept beating the Kobold, while backing out of the tunnel with Wilson. As they reached the surface Khali backed into and fell upon a squirming, screeching litte green thing. The force of his fall caused Wilson to be pulled on top of Khali. Wilson being a dead weight, and Khali being almost twice as big as the little green man, the leprachaun was litterally pinned to the earth.

Screaming, punching, and kicking the thing on top of him, the little leprachaun yelled, No!!NO!! This can't be happening, get off of me you brute! You'll never get me gold! Never I tell ye! The more the leprachaun struggled the harder it was to breath, finally with a great sigh of resignation he was still. "Very well then" he said, "Ye caught me, now if you would kindly get off of me, I'll be takin ye to me gold."

 

[Celestiale]

Sauntering in, Si'la quickly eyed her mate, Q'AEl, sitting uncomfortably close to the lovely Goddess, Hel. Yet no sneer marred her elegant features as she slinked silently behind her husband, leaning in to purr softly to him,

"Having fun, are we darling...?"

She knew she'd startled him, and reveled for an instant that she still had the skill to surprise him after all these millenia, then slid her arms about him, finding her way into his lap.

Si'la toyed with her lover's hair, her eyes delving into the depths of his own, her breath warm on his lips, distracting him momentarily as she unobtrusively obtained the dice she knew were enchanted.

"My turn..." she said softly as to leave no doubt in anyone's mind.

A 1 and a 6 appeared, and Si'la grinned wickedly.

"Oh my...It appears as if it is My Choice!"

She winked mischieviously at her love and paused for a moment as if in thought. Then, without warning, Si'la's eyes closed as she purred almost incoherently, a soft and pleading chant. On the game board appeared the Angel Afriel, a caretaker of life and a giver of youth.

His beauty so surpassed anything that either human or creature had seen, all parties froze in adulation, unable to cause harm to one another. Gently, Afriel enfolded the trio within his healing wings, momentarily taking them from the physical realm to the spiritual, mending their tarnished souls, and renewing their corporeal entities. Enraptured by the Angel, all hatred and brutality lay forgotten as the three returned to where they had been standing...and not only that, all three were made anew by the blessings of youth.

Kahli was no longer mummified, and instead was a handsome and rambunctious boy of 12, full of life and vigor.

Wilson was exuberant, as five years of his life had been stripped away, and felt 21 again.

The Kobold that had been so ferocious, now crawled at the other's feet. Returned to infancy, and no longer a threat, Wilson felt too exalted to do it harm, and instead swaddled it in it's old leathers and vowed to find it's tribe.

Si'la smiled demurely at the other players and waited to see what was next before growling softly in Q'AEl's ear playfully, tempting him to deflate her happiness.

 

[Celestiale]

ooc: well crud...I didn't see that another post had been made while I was editing...gahhhhhhh

sorry bout that

 

[Comanda]

OOC OOC: Not a problem

The little leprachaun found that he could finally breath. He stood and dusted himself off, muttering to himself, "dam mortals, trying to suffacate me just to get a wee bit go.....Oh my! What is that?

The leprachaun was stunned and could do nothing but stand there with his jaw hanging in awe of Angel Afriel. Wilson saw and took advantage of the situation. Handing the infant Kobold to Khalil, he lunged and grabbed the leprachaun. Wilson was ecstatic. Not only did he feel the vibrancy of youth, but now he was about to be rich. He would never have to worry about food or drink again. He would never again have to use a rock for a pillow, or leaves for a blanket. He would have the finest of clothes, the most beautiful of women, the fastest of horses, the humblest of servants, the softest of beds. He would eat from silver plates with golden utensils, and drink from jeweled chalices.
He would be like a god, commanding all that surrounded him.

 

[cats]

Olas

OOC: I'm doing a bit of fooling around right now so I hope I don't bother any one.

IC: A door bell ring. 'Sense when has there ben a door up here?' Si'la said. "That's why I had to come in threw the window." Olas stood there on a window seal flaoting in the air. Olas jumps off the seal onto the ground and it disapears. "What no one apreceated my entrance? And you even start4ed playing with out me." The cat jumped up to the board and grabed the dice. "My move." He imedatly rolled a set of 9s. Flatulas grabs the dice and says 'Don't use these damn trick dice.'

"Fine then you people need to liten up. Well sense you guys started with out me I need to catch up." He rolls a 2 and a six. "Hmmmm well dang tough choice. I pick the tooth fairy. She is cute and she likes cats you know." He then rolls again a 10 and a 9. Then once more a 2 and a 5.

'Ha I guess Wilson his going to die now. A daemon is a force they aren't prepared to deal with.' Q'AEl laughed. Olas thought to him self lets see we have the tooth fairy and the god of hang overs. What the hell can I do. "I think I have a plan."

Wilson watches the angel for a moment. "Hmm guess he'll leave in a minute." He turns around and pit of fire opens up 100 feet in front of him a hand easily the size of Kaheal comes out from the pit. 'That dosen't look good.' Wilson turns to see a fairy with flying in the air. She wore a pink dress and had a tooth on a necklace. "What is going on here." wilson takes a step back as a firey beast comes out of the pit to hell. It opens a fanged lined mouth and screams a ore cry.

'I got a headache right now.' A slightly transparent 21 year old walks in. "Um who's that?" 'Thats the god of hang overs.' the tooth fairy answered. The God of hang over stumbles over a rack and trips into the Daemon. With a suden puff. He dissapears. The Daemon runs back over to his hole and leans over it. It then spits up a ton of molten rock and passes out over the tolit seat to hell.

'Well I guess he won't bother us for a while now to bisness." The tooth fairy says turning to Wilson. 'Do you have any teeth that fell out on you?' "No, why?" 'Don't worry I have a solution to your problems.' "What?" The tooth fairy socks him in the jaw and a tooth flys out. 'I'll take this.' Whith that she disapears leaveing a single shiny penny.

 

[Comanda]

ooc: I'll be gone for the weekend so feel free to do whatever with the leprachaun.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Hel, Goddess of Death

Getting up from her sit and walking all the way over to Olas, Hel smacks the feline looking deity hard in the head: "I can't believe you wasted a Daemon on a hoax like that! That's it, the next time you roll the die that many times in a row I'll rend you limb by limb!" And snatching them from its claws, Hel returns to her place, anger impressed in her face and rolls a 10 and a 6! "Ah! Now we're in business! Just step back and watch how it's done!"

Wilson was grabbing his jaw with a bewildered look. What the hell just happened? This ordeal he was involved in defied all logic! Did the Tooth Fairy just hit him? The Tooth Fairy? He examined the shiny penny in his hand, and felt a tug at the hem of his pants: the leprechaun was handing him a pot of gold. The leprechaun! That almost makes the Angel a pretty normal apparition, Wilson thought. Little Kahli, now a beautiful healthy boy, hugged lovingly the friend that had brought him in this journey of wonders. Satisfied with his accomplishments, Angel Afriel started drifting of...

Suddenly, the earth starts shaking, and the kobold's tunnel entrance exploded in a sea of fire and debris. The loathsome smell of sulphur filled the air around them in a wave, as one of the infamous Proseoous Daemons crawled out of the open crater. One of his hate filled roars sent Kahli running away, seeking shelter in the forest. The leprechaun, confronted by the prospect of having to face such a powerful creature, disappeared into thin air, much like his pot of "fool's gold" would in 2 minutes.

The creature reached a fear paralyzed Wilson with a single step, and grabbed him by the waist like a doll, his claws sinking deep into his flesh. The daemon opens its jaw, preparing to bite Wilson's head off, envisioning the horrors he would subject the lifeless body afterwards.

 

[hybirdx]

Shoto:

Shoto was silent through out the whole game. He didn't like to play wih hummans lifes "Ok move aside, I'm playing..." Shoto grabbed the dice with quick speed "Now lets see what ole Shoto can pull......" He threw the dice "Well well well, 6 and 10!!


Willson was screeming in agony, if he stays in that position any longer, he would die in pain. The sky tured fire red for an moment, then an glow of yellow bursted throughout the sky, hitting the beast with ease, but not killing it

In a few seconds an large flaiming beast emits from the sky.




I'll leave it at that...." Shoto laughed for an breif second

 

[cats]

Olas

"You know that was probaably the second best thing you could roll Solo." Olas licked his paw and rubed it across his face. "The only thing that would of been better is a cat."

 

[Firesprite]

Flatulas looked up at Shoto and Olas, ready to duck in case they started throwing their powers at each other. Unfortunatly the tightening of her muscles caused a high squeaking fart to sound in her general vicinity. Looking quickly back at the board she grabbed the dice and rolled a Woman.

Gazing down at Wilson she watched her move play out.


The Phoenix consumed by its own brilliant flame had temporarily blinded the Daemon, causing it to drop Wilson at the edge of its pit and dive for the comfort of its own hellish fire. A woman rushed out of the nearby trees, grabbed Wilson and dragged him by his ankles away from the seething crater and deep into the forest. She let out a peircing whistle every now and again as she dragged him and eventually Kahli could be seen creeping out from hiding.

Dropping Wilson's legs with fine disregard of the agony he was in from the deep punctures in his body, the woman went off for a short while, returning with water and her travelling packs.
Setting up a hasty camp she cared for his wounds as best she could and prepared a nourishing broth for Wilson and Kahli. Luckily the wounds healed quickly, cleanly and with no infection over the following weeks, the woman staying with them. Perhaps whatever had restored life to Kahli and made him feel five years older was still working in his body. He wasn't inclined to argue with it, whatever it was.

As the time passed, it seemed the Gods had forgotten about him and he and the woman were living happily in a cabin he'd built and treating Kahli like a son. There came a day however when Wilson felt he had to take a holiday or he'd go mad - so he left his wife and Kahli to take a solitary camping trip.

Wilson set off.

 

[Comanda]

Lotem takes the dice and rolls: 9 and 6.

heheheh

Wilson had been walking for hours in the woods when he came across a small clearing next to a lazy flowing river. Wison decided to stop and have lunch. He sat under a cottonwood tree and dangled his toes in the slow flowing river. He pulled out his lunch, some dried meat and a loaf of horsebread. As he sat there eating, he thought about his life such as it was. The past seeming like a bad dream. He thought of his son and wife, and what a lucky man he was. He tried to remember his life before them, before the "dream" but nothing came. The harder he tried to remember the harder it was, there was something there, niggling at the back of his mind. What was it? If only he could remember. As the thoughts swirled in his head, Wilson drifted off to sleep.

There was a rustling in the leave next to Wilson, but he did not stir. A small masked bandit with a bushy tail appeared. The raccoon noticed Wilson with a start. But Wilson didn't move, the bandit smelled the leftovers of Wilsons lunch, and slowly closed in. Paydirt! The raccoon grabbed the leftover bread and took off, only to return and snag the leftover bread and take off again. A short while later the raccoon returned and started going through Wilsons traveling bag. Ooooh! something shiny! The coon took off with Wilsons knife. Back he came again. He shredded Wilsons change of clothes, he destroyed Wilsons wineskin. When the coon was done, there was nothing of any use left. Wilsons food was gone, his knife was gone, everything was destroyed, and still Wilson slept on, dreaming of a shamman and a wild story of Gods and such.

 

[Zircon]

Q’Æl

Darn it! Wilson has more lives than a cat. I stroked the back of the Black Widow, and she purred in contentment. What a soothing sound. I did not realize that spiders purred. She was dining with the Gods after that blasted Kobold interrupted her coitus. I did not look at the rest of the players, well except to Si’la. Don’t want her to know that sometimes my eyes stray towards Hel.

But Si’la did not withhold supper. Plus, I promised her that I’d take out the ‘trash’ after the game. Then my 4 Horsemen would have a field day in taking out the ‘trash’. I shivered with glee in anticipation of floods, famine, plagues that will rid the earth of the ‘trash’…

I rolled again, this time the die was kind. The flames of the phoenix got of the Daemon. But I’ve rolled a 6 and a 9. Woohoo! A vengeful Sphinx. Hmmm… How to proceed…

She had changed. From what, she did not know. Her memory still blurry, and in bits and pieces. She knew that she had been a woman before. Someone with a name. Someone with a past. She remembered the Pharaoh. She remembered the shaman. She remembered being the Pharaoh’s favorite. Beyond that her memory could not penetrate the misty veil.

She looked around, surprised registering on her tanned face. This was not the Land of the Pharaohs. The forest was so green, filled with creatures and trees that she did not recognize. Why had she been brought here? Why is she in this form? Growing anger surmounted those thoughts. Anger that could only be mollified with blood. She sauntered on, seeking a way home, seeking a way for ease the pain gnawing inside her.

The trees bore the mark of sharp claws, signaling the passage of a mythical beast came to life.

Wilson and Kahli were glad. Glad that their lives had been spared a horrible death. Of course, Wilson was gladder than Kahli. He had been through a lot. He had seen a lot. A lot more than any mere mortal man should see in one lifetime.

The forest offered ample opportunities for rest and relaxation. But a mischievous rodent had other ideas.

Wilson was too busy looking for a way back when he met the Sphinx. He had the life whooshed out of him when she clotheslined him with her fore limb. Then with flair, she rested a heavy paw on his chest to prevent escape. She put her face close to his, sniffing his manly scent.

She straddled Wilson, her breath hot on his cheeks. Wilson struggled but to little avail. Her soft fur was tickling him. The more he struggled, the more he was enjoying this ‘play’. And so was she. She enjoyed the feel of his growing manhood on her ass. It wasn’t long before, the womanly scent brought a full erection from Wilson. The playful struggling continued unabated. In the process, Wilson’s pant exposed his throbbing hardness. She slid about, trying to keep Wilson down. Then, it happened. Wilson felt her wet and inviting hole. In all that movement, she had inadvertently parted her hindquarters, and Wilson’s hard-on was right at the entrance, if not partially in.

Wilson was interrupted from the last release, and this beautiful woman, with the body of a lion, was having coitus with him. Alarms rang through his head, but the smell of heated sex was too much to ignore. Wilson then felt his hardness being enfolded. The movements became a lot less like a struggle. The gentleness was intoxicating.

Wilson felt his climax rising, and so did she. Then both of them shuddered uncontrollably for ages it seemed. Wilson had no idea of the implication of what just happened. He was just reveling in the afterglow.

She did know what happened too. At first there was a struggle, and then it turned into something else. Then she realized that she had his seed in her. What if she was in heat, and that a brood of new monsters emerged from her womb? She could not bear the shame and pain. The Gods would be furious. And so, she extended her claws. She grabbed hold of Wilson’s throat and squeezed slowly. But then she saw his eyes, the afterglow of their lovemaking still present. Her heart softened, and she released Wilson from certain death. She bounded away, never to be seen again, hoping that the Gods would be merciful and end her misery…

I hopping mad at this point. Si’la was smiling, but my face had contorted in fury. I was ready to smash the die and game table into uncountable pieces. The Sphinx had the best chance of all to end Wilson’s life. She had him by the throat. By the throat!

‘Why me??!!’ I shouted. Not only was he still alive, but also he just had sex. How lucky can a mere mortal get. ARGH! I left the table looking for something to smash. I had better find something before I go into apoplexy. The Continent of the New World looked good…

 

[cats]

Olas

Olas returned to his seat after fighting a week with Shoto over which was a better role a cat or a phenix. The gods had more fun watching the two of them go at it then they had in the game so far. A smile came across Olas's face.

He picked up the dice suprised that he didn't have to fight any one for it. He then threw the two dice in the biddle of the ocean. Flooding the Kay Nine islands. "Opps how did that happen? Oh welll I rolled 1 and a 8. Thats a monk right." He thought to himself about how to employ this new found aqatince for Wilson.

...earth...

Wilson got up satisfied but at the same time a little repolused at what he had just done. "I don't think I'm going to tell my fammily about this." He herd a russleing in the bushes. "What was that."

A hooded figure came out from the bushes. 'I am a monk from the temple of Olas.' "Olas the god of wisdom?" 'He's the god of wisdom? Oh well thats not important. I beleave it wood be wise for you to sing this?' "What is it?" 'A life insurance policy nameing your fammily as the beifishary.' "I'm not shure don't they have high rates?" 'Not this one well a little but there's a free gift if you sign now that more then makes up for it.' "Hmm, well I guess if the gift is that impresive I'll sign."

Wilson signs on the doted line. "Wait I have a question why wood a monk be selling life insurance?" 'Hmm that is a very good question. I have no idea. Here's you gift.' The man reaches under his cloak and pulls out a black cat. "Wait isn't that unlucky?" 'No that's just superstistion.' The cat jumps down walks infront of the monk and jumps by Wilsons side.

'If anything that cat is lucky.' The monk trips and falls into the river. As he is swpt away he yells. 'See this will get me back to the temple faster! Oh shit sharp rocks ahead!'

 

[Firesprite]

As the monk was swept on down the river, Wilson found himself holding a copy of his new insurance policy and the proud owner of a black cat. The cat twined itself around his legs as he tried to walk, purring fit to wake the dead.
Going back to the place where he'd fallen asleep he grabbed up his bag, only to find that it and everything that had been in it was either in shreds or missing. Dropping it on the ground and tucking the insurance policy into a pocket, Wilson shrugged, picked up the cat and put it on his shoulder and began walking again.

Flatulas rolled the dice, 5 and 9.

With a loud rumbling, a great head burst from the earth in front of Wilson, the stench of worms strong in the air as it rose up and up, then curling around as if to strike at him like a snake.
It had teeth, strange wedge shaped teeth that appeared to be very good instruments for maiming a gummy drool dripped down from its gaping maw.
The cat on Wilsons shoulder dug its claws in and was hissing like a steam kettle.
Wilson, in some surrealistic trance reached for his knife, but as that had been stolen, his fingers grasped emptily at his coat. Hearing a papery rustling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the life insurance policy. Holding the flimsy paper before him, Wilson shouted at the Tunneler Wurm (for that is what it was) "You can't kill me! I've just brought life insurance! HAHAHAHA!" The Wurm stopped short and tilted its head in a quizzical manner then leaned down and peered closely at the document. With a wet earth sigh that blew Wilson's clothes flat against his body, the Wurm turned and began to tunnel under ground again.
Wilson pocketed the life insurance again carefully and continued on his journey.

 

[cats]

Olas

Qu'Ael looked at Olas. A look of pure hatred.

Olas smiled. "Don't worry this life insurance policy dosen't make him imortal. It's just the policy I give to all my workers. It gives him nine lives, no more no less. but then after he gose threw that his soul belongss to me. People really need to read the fine print."

Qu'Ael looked at Olas inquisitively. 'What will you do with his soul?' "I haven't decided that yet." 'Let's make the game more exciteing. How about the winning side keeps his sole.' "Why would I givre up his soul?" 'Dose any one have any objections to this?' "Ya I do." 'Come on gods speek up.' "Hey down here I have an objection." 'Any one at all?'

 

[hybirdx]

Shoto sat down, he was about ready to pop Olas in the mouth. 'I can't even remember the last time we got along any more!' Shoto saw Olas make the old nine lives move, something Shoto admired. "Well Olas, I have to say you made an good move..."

Shoto got up from the chair looking at the pheonix he left. "As for Wilson and the cat... I think more company will be better to keep him alive." As time passed, the huge bird shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk some more. Until it was at least the size of an swift. An name tag then appeared on his neck

"Oh and Olas. I stronly advice that cat you had sent don't try to attack my bird, it won't be pretty if it did!!!

 

[Zircon]

Q’Æl

OK, now I was really, really mad. What kind of an Idiot God would give Wilson an Insurance Policy? Now what fun would that be? ARGH!ARGH! What kind of Wisdom did it involve in that?

The continent of the New World slowly subsiding back into the primordial ages, with volcanoes and earthquakes ravaging the once beautiful land. All courtesy of me, venting my frustration and anger. The floods, volcanoes and earthquakes got more violent and frequent as I saw that Insurance Policy.

I disgustedly grabbed that die and rolled. What in all the heavens name…??!!!ARRGGGHHHH!!! A 4 and a 1. Again, what in all the heavens name…??!!!ARRGGGHHHH!!!

And the Continent of the New world was no more. It sank back into the bosom of Mother Earth, never to arise again. It existed only in memory.

Hang on. Wait a minute. Wait just a darn minute. A Life Insurance Policy doesn’t give Wilson immunities from death. It just meant that Wilson’s family would be taken care off if he should meet his demise. Now… Now… Now… I rubbed my hands in glee, as Olas explained it more succinctly. I laughed out loud, my anger mollified. Plus, Wilson should read the fine print on the back of the policy that said he is not covered by ‘Acts of God’, just like all insurance policies nowadays. Hehehehe…

I heard the rumble in the distance. Then it became louder and louder until the very earth beneath my feet shook. And it shook so violently that I immediately fell to my belly, my hands covering my head, and my whole body cowering in fear. The Thunder of the Gods had now come from the earth itself.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a the most frightful thing, a giant Wurm, from the depths of hell emerge from the ground. I looked around, but there were no places to hide. So I hoped that the loosed earth covering me from my head to my feet would hide me from the menacing gaze of the Wurm.

Then suddenly as soon as the Wurm appeared, it went back down to the depths of hell again. But I did not trust myself enough to stand just yet. Lately, there had been strange going on. A man from my village told me that he saw a legendary creature, a Sphinx. He was drinking heavily at that time, so his story was quite unbelievable. But another man said he saw a giant Spider once. And he started drinking after seeing that.

After a while on my belly, I started to test the ground with my feet. There were no more trembles, but I did not trust the fickleness of the Gods. Then I saw a man, with a black cat come sauntering through the rubble with hardly a scratch or dust on him. He looked extremely funny with the hat and the cat. Or the Cat with the Hat… I’m getting confused here after that earthquake.

I hid behind a tree as quickly as I could, not wanting the beatifically smiling man to see my cowardice. I was in need of a drink really bad. But my mule that carried my food essential was nowhere to be seen. I had two very nice cask of ale. But they were almost empty. I was heading into the nearest town to stock up on my food essential, ale. I did not care about my tools, and clothing packs. And I really need a bath and the warmth of a fine lady, after spending the winter up in the mountains prospecting.

I haven’t talked to anyone in ages. Well, if you considered sharing a den with a snoring bear conversation.

Well, well now. It seems that an idea was brewing in my head. I knew that I couldn’t interfere directly by sending a volcano or an earthquake up Wilson’s behind. But I’m a God, and I’m supposed to be able to do anything. Anything I so desires. Hehehehe…

I felt a wrench in my inner self. It was as if someone had taken my body over, and shunted me to one side. I could still see, smell, hear and touch. But my actions were not my own anymore. I crouched, and slinked in the shadows of the woods, keeping myself hidden but with the man clearly in my sights.

I felt my heels touch a fallen branch. I resisted, but to little avail, as I bent down to pick it up. Now armed, I moved in closer. Wilson was oblivious to the fact that he was being stalked. Slowly but surely, the distance closed between us. I gripped the branch tighter, even though I had tried to throw it away. The more I struggled, the more I felt myself losing control.

I swung the branch with all my strength. It hit Wilson squarely at the back of his head. He fell down like a sack of potatoes, and the branch splintered into many pieces. The cat scattered when the blow came. I’m sure that he will return. And so I picked up the man, and grabbed another branch just in case. I laid the man on top of a rock, and just when I was looking around for the cat, my mule came walking by. The man was groaning to be awake.

I grabbed a piece of rope from my packs and tied the man spread eagled on the rock, face down. I double checked the knots on his arms and legs before proceeding. The I was horrified that my hands started taking down the man’s pants. His white buttocks reflecting the afternoon sun. Then I was shocked beyond anything in the world when my hands took down my pants as well. With by breeches down to my knees, my hands started stroking my penis. It got hard in no time. And then, horrors upon horrors, I walked towards that shiny buttocks, my hand aiming my hardness towards the unconscious man’s pucker hole…

I hoped that no one will accuse me of cheating, since I didn’t send a volcano or an earthquake. Instead, I took over the prospector’s body and send him on an homoerotic adventure with Wilson. I couldn’t kill him, and so I might as well have fun with him. Hehehehe… The wickedness in my mind sometimes astounded even myself. I leaned back, wanted to prop my feet up on the game table, but I didn’t in case Si’la didn’t like it. But I was grinning.