Sidhe

[Kepic]

Garlor

OOC: I was thinking... perhaps some fae might be on the side of the Nazi's? The Envoy would probably be from the Seelie Court (the generally good fae of Celtic legend)... the Unseelie Host (the evil faeries, like most redcaps, ogres and the like) may try and team up with Axis...

IC:
Garlor growled softly in his throat, his dark eyes scanning the trees as he moved as silent as a zephyr through the forest. This was Seelie land, and his kind were not well tolerated here by the foolish Court.

But he had been given a task to perform, a message to deliver, and as well as being land held by the Sidhe, it was also currently part of the territory held by the humans to whom the message was intended.

Their leader, an uncommonly charasmatic human, Hitler, had long been whispered to in his sleep by agents of the Unseelie, to guide his path, but they had dared not show themselves directly in case the Seelie saw their involvement, and intervened.

Now, with some of the Envoy of the Seelie Court held by these Axis forces, after their attempt to negotiate peace with this united nations thing, it was a good time to offer them an alliance with the Unseelie Host.

Garlor reached the edge of the treeline, and peered out towards the camp he had been instructed to go to, to deliver the message, and scowled. From the human bodies strewn across the ground within - something that didn't bother Garlor in the slightest - it looked as though there wasn't anyone left to deliver the message to. The camp had fallen into the human enemies hands.

Garlor sniffed, smelling human stench approaching, and leapt upwards, swinging himself up into a tree. Two humans, dressed in similar clothes as those within the human camp, were creeping through the undergrowth, and soon came into view. They moved quite stealthily for such creatures, but to Garlor they might as well have been a herd of deer.

The question was, should he kill them? They might be missed by the others. However, Garlor was not in a pleasant mood - not that he ever was - and as they passed beneath the branch upon which he was perched, some thirty feet above their heads, he leapt.

The first died instantly, Garlors club crushing the humans thin skull like an eggshell, splattering blood and brains. The other human turned quickly, raised his weapon - and hesitated, staring in shock at the enemy who confonted him.

"What the fuck?" he gasped. He stepped back, to slowly, as Garlor grasped the barrel of the weapon and twisted it from the mans weak grasp.

The man stumbled back now, yelling out. A swift strike of Garlors club silenced him, shattering his jaw, and he slumped to the ground.

Garlor grinned, and quickly left the scene, feeling somewhat better. Pity he didn't have the time to gather some meat for a decent meal, but the other humans would likely investigate the last mans yell now, and despite their general frailty, the weapons they wielded could be devastating, even to a Redcap.

[Edited by Kepic on 05-23-2001 at 10:59 AM]

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki looked at Fremden in surprise. She noticed the comandeer was still about to burn the forest but before she could do anything another Elf appeared and had the man at sword point. Unsure if they should come forward she cautioned Fremden to stepping out.

 

[poohlive]

A transfer? Where? Where could he possibly go? This was the lowest of the low. It wasn't his fault each and every one of his commanding officer's couldn't lead a team of elephant's to a peanut plantation.
He had won every one of the excursions he had ever gone on, and in all of those, only one person had died. He felt sorry for himself every day for that poor man, but it was still a pretty sound record if you asked him.
"Grootet," Derek jumped at this. It had been quiet for so long, he had forgotten about the german officer.
"Hello," He asked, "Are you ok, are you hurt?"
"Grootet en wook," he replied. Derek could hear the fear in his voice. He wished he knew german. This might be some helpful stuff.
"Hey, HEY SOMEONE," he called out, "GET THE TRANSLATER. HE'S TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING!!!"
"Grootet en wook," he said again, this time more commanding. Whatever it was, it was very important.
He heard someone outside. Derek called to him.
"Yeah, it's me, what's he saying?"
"Grootet en wook," the nazi almost yelled.
"Oh come on,"the translater said sarcasticaly, he then spoke some german back. Derek waited patiently. After a slight pause the german spoke.
"Grootet en wook."
"What does it mean?"
"He's crazy. It mean's monster in wood. That's what it means. It must be the heat or something he's talking off his rocker."
Monster in the woods?
"What kind of monster?"
He could hear footsteps outside, "Your as crazy as he is," he could hear from far off. Just then a piercing scream hit the camp. Derek looked out of one of the few holes in the shed to outside. Men began running and dashing everywhere. He sighed, wishing he was with them.
Grootet," a shiver went through his body.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: does anyone know german? I went to a german site and translated some words, but it would be better if I knew I wasn't screwing up the language as I was writing this.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Ceridwen

OOC: The German looks good to me! Though you could ask Hecate if you were that intensely interested in having a lot of German in you posts.

IC: She put her foot on his back and shoved him toward a tree. This was enough of a surprise to him that he stumbled forward, but no enough to knock him over. It didn't matter, he slapped against the tree trunk.

He whipped around to confront her, reaching for his belt. The tree wrapped him tightly in its branches, squeezing him. Ceridwen smirked. Very few things could break the hold of a tree. It's dryad (why not mix mythos?) stepped out from the trunk and slapped him with a haughty sniff.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko:

"You bitch of a whore! Let me go!" Dinko swore, straining uselessly against his restraints. His muscles knotted painfully as he fought, disregarding the uselessness of his struggle. His pistol was still in his belt, but his bound arms could not reach it. The darkness ofh his heart imagined these fey beings bleeding and whimpering beneith his cruel boot. His eyes turned to slits as he watched them aproach. In his mind, they were cold from loss of blood, and shallow of breath as their life force drifted farther and farther away with each beat of their dying hearts... He didn't care if their hearts were the heart of the earth or not. He just wanted them to bleed. There was so much hate in him. So much hate that it consumed him. It showed through his eyes. The dryads slap and disdainful sniff of disgust only seeded that hatred deeper. If his hands had been free he would have delighted in suffocating her, watching the life, the life of her and her father tree dwindle. He would take a mad joy in it. Though many would scratch and bite at him, attempting to break him away, he would be a mad dog, locked at her throat. His soul looking out at her, in its hellish hatred, watching her die. He, he would drink it in with a perverse lust.

 

[Kepic]

Garlor

Garlor sat down cross-legged at the base of an elm, and pulled a pouch from his thick leather belt, shaking its contents onto the leaf-strewn forest floor.

The contents were mainly an assortment of small bones, from many a luckless animal, and more than a few from the odd human, who were more or less the same to Garlor anyway. However, amongst those bones, another item glimmered, not of pale ivory, but of bright silver and crystal. A small multi-faceted crystal sphere, about which silver threads were woven.

Garlor held his hands out, concentrating. The bones began to stir with a life seemingly of their own, shift from the random positions they had fallen to. The crystal sphere itself lifted up off the ground, to hover before Garlor. Using Unseelie magic in Seelie territory would likely attract attention, but in this mortal world, time was a constant that could not be as easily shaped as it could be upon the Other Side.

"Speak."

Garlor scowled in annoyance, and did as the voice beseeched, a voice that was old and wise beyond mortal imagining, yet held a darkness to it that made the air itself about the crystal seem to waver in disgust of its presence. "Garlor has arrived at the human camp, but it is no longer in the hands of those we would ally with. Garlor would know what the Unseelie Host would have him do now."

There was a brooding silence for a few moments, then the voice spoke again.

"Kill. There is one left in the camp who is aware of your coming. Find him. Make contact."

There was a crackle of energy and black bolts struck out from the crystal, striking Garlor. He fell back in sudden agony, but even at the pain, he revelled in the power he felt flooding into him.

"You are warded from the human weapons, for a while."

Garlor grinned beneath the cloak of shadows and bone shards that swirled around him.

"A while is all Garlor will need" said the redcap. The crystal sphere dropped to the ground, and Garlor scooped it up into the pouch and returned it to his belt, before standing up.

Picking up his rune-covered club, Garlor headed back towards the human camp, the air around him shimmering blackly with the power of the Unseelie Hosts protections, bloodlust quickly growing within his dark heart.

"Kill" he growled, almost happily, as he stopped at the forest edge to survey the camp. Simple towers of wood stood at the corners and midpoints within two rows of woven metal string, and the the lone gate was guarded. Garlor snarled, and broke into a run, his long legs carrying him quickly towards the nearest fence.

With the first cry of alarm raised by a sentry positioned in one of the towers above, Garlor was already mid-leap, to clear the first wire fence, a jagged bone knife flung to catch the guard in the throat.

As Garlor landed smoothly into a crouch between the two fences, the sentry slumped forward clutching his neck. Then, Garlor leapt again, carrying himself over the second fence as several of the nearby humans began to open fire with their strange weapons, the small lead bolts they fired which would have hit him otherwise splashing harmlessly against the Unseelie boneshadow shield.

OOC: For german speech, perhaps it would be easier to write it in a way like "<Monster in wood>", the <> indictating that the words are in german or other indicated foreign language. Then others can react accordingly whether they understand what is said or not. I suggest the faerie tongue would be ancient celtic, but magical translation would be more readily available to the fae enabling them to converse with the humans I guess.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I understand, I just wanted to make the thread a little more authentic.

Horrible sounds of screeching and screams errupted from the camp. Even inside the farthest shed, he still didn't feel safe, especially with his hands tied behind his....
There. He was free.
"He's back. Shoot men."
The damn sargeant, happily barking orders. He was sending his men to death. It what they were after was truly a monster, nothing could stop it. Nothing coming from a gun anyway.
Quickly Derek turned on his flashlight. The German, still bound and tied was smiling at him. Actually smiling? He was scared to death a minute ago, what the hell was happening.
"Er Kommt," he spat at Derek. Somehow this was all wrong, all of it. He didn't know why, but it was. This was a trap, they weren't even supposed to be here.
He grabbed his german dictionary. Er Kommt? Damnit, this was confushing as all hell. Stupid tower of Babel had to go and make everyone know different languages.
"Er... er.... er.... AHH, he. He's actualy. Ok, He's. He's what?"
Kommt. He's kommt. Come on. Come on. More scream and more bullets made his forehead start to perspire. Perhaps this could help them in some way. Right now, he would have liked that very much.
"Kommer.... Kommfrich, no.... KOMMT. Yes, he's...."
Derek let the book drop from his hands. He looked at the german, who's bright smile now looked like a face of pure evil.
"Er Kommt," he said again through that frightening smile.
"He's coming," Derek replied. Something hit the door, hard. Derek ran to the back of the shed, he had no weapons. All he had was himself. He knew everyone else had either ran or was dead.
"He's coming," the thrashing was louder. The door couldn't hold much longer.
"He's coming..."

 

[Morgoth]

"What the hell is going on?!" shouted Lokken angrily. Obviously someone needed some killing, and Lokken was anxious to get on with it. The plane of evil always put him in a bad mood that lasted for at least a few weeks.

 

[Kepic]

Garlor

Those humans who had decided to stand their ground quickly payed for their bravery, or their foolishness.

The small wooden hut to which the Unseelie whispers led the redcap couldn't stand up to much punishment from Garlor's heavy club, and soon the door was broken from its hinges.

Bending down, Garlor looked within, at the two humans that were inside. One, heavily tied with rope, was staring at him, though smiling maniacally. The other was pressed against the furthest wall, and dressed in clothing similar to those Garlor had spent the last few minutes fighting.

 

[Neale]

Fremden

With some trepidation, Fremden stepped out from the safety of the trees. "Now what do we do?" he asked his leader.


/OOC: Pooh, just send me anything you want translated, if you want to go that route. Ja, ich kann Deutsch. Deutsch ist mein Leiblingsfremdsprache.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"The Envoy, Manthing. Where are they being held? Best speak quickly and truthfully. The Wood does not tolerate the lies your kind constantly utter."

He sneered at Ceridwen, his enraged gaze promising the nastiest retribution his mind could come up with.

"Speak Manthing, or I will force you to speak," Ceridwen growled. She knew no magecraft, but the others knew some, and they could make him talk. Otherwise, the point of her blade carving his body into bloody manthing bits would certianly loosen his tongue.

 

[poohlive]

His heart beat rapidly. It was a great drum solo. He couldn't help it, this thing, whatever it was, was huge. It was dressed like nothing he had ever seen, and along with some huge wodden club gave the thing an ogre look. He had to be an ogre, but that was impossibly.
Ogres only existed in fairy tales. He let the thing drop from his moment for a while. Being that close to death, he had the liberty.
He didn't know what to do. This man had just killed an entire platoon of troops and was now breathing heavily as it looked inside the hut. Derek didn't know what to do, besides piss his pants.
"You... your not german, are you?" it sounded as stupid coming out of his head as it did in his mind, but it was the only thing he could think of.
He wished he had something more than a piece of rope at his side at this moment, he really did.

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko:

"I know nothing of your envoys bitch spirit!" Dinko spat. His hands flexed with rage, his finger nails bit into his palms as he kept a steady glare locked on Ceridwen. A wonderous creature she was, sylvan and mysterious, yet he hated her like none other for he was at her mercy. He was not one to be put under the mercy of any other, let alone a woman.

 

[KillerMuffin]

The truth. The truth. The truth, whispered the trees.

Ceridwen frowned and backed a step. Now what? The man was telling the truth and was therefore useless. She couldn't kill him, cause he was at her mercy and she was supposed to have mercy when something was at her mercy. She couldn't let him go either, he had blatantly attacked the forest.

Helplessly, she backed another step and wondered what to do. Damned fine princess she'd turned out to be, she thought with disgust.

 

[Kepic]

Garlor

"Garlor not 'german'" snarled the redcap, reaching in to pull the german officer out of the small wooden hut unceremoniously. He looked at the ropes binding the human, and scowled a moment before bending down to bite through the cord with his sharp teeth and powerful jaws, while he kept an eye on the other.

He then sniffed disdainfully in the direction of the american. "Human afraid" he said, his lips almost turning up into a smile. "Human taste much better when afraid" he said, to savour the look of the humans face at that suggestion.

Then, Garlor turned to the officer he had been sent to rescue by the Unseelie Host. "We go. Unseelie magic here will have been sensed by now. The Court will investigate."

Snapping his head back round to look at the american, Garlor sniffed again, and looked a little upset. "Garlor has no time to stop for a meal. Pity."

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki looked at Fremden then back to the scene before them. Finaly deciding this woman was not an enemy Nikki stepped out into her view her hands held up slightly so the woman would know Nikki was a friend. Looking to the german she gave him a look of disgust. She disliked humans with a passion, they all seemed interested in ridding the world of forests and that act alone cause anger and resentment in Nikki. Looking towards the woman she smiled "My name is Nikki and this" she motioned Fremden to come out "is Fremden"

 

[Neale]

Fremden

Fremden stepped out from the shadows, his hand idly rubbing his magickal collar as a reminder to Nikki that he was ready to turn werewolf, if need be.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Fremden?" Ceridwen peered at the diffident figure still in the midst of the trees. "The Fremden?"

The new man thing, Nikki, looked a little confused and nodded.

"But didn't Father banish you after you nearly destroyed his palace and ate his favorite cat?" Ceridwen was confused as well. If he'd been banished by the Sidhe King, then the Wood wouldn't let him back in. Yet it had.

She looked at the dryad whose tree was holding the vile man thing hostage. She shrugged but said nothing.

"Well, welcome to the wood."

 

[Ravenloft]

Dinko:

Struggling and straining against the corded wood that held him still, Dinko bellowed and shouted. His muscles ached with the strain he put on them and his voice cracked with the effort to shriek. Slowly, his burning rage, that which gave him energy dwindled and his head hung limply as he slowly slipped from consiousness.

 

[Neale]

Fremden

Fremden's goggled at the dryad's eldritch beauty, then her words sunk in to his brain. "Cat?!!" he spluttered, "I've never eaten anyone's cat!"

 

[poohlive]

"Wait... wait," Derek said. A spring of confidence had hit him. He wasn't going to challenge the beast, by no means, but there was more here than what he was leading on. Strange magic in the air, inhuman monsters helping the germans. This was just too weird for him to be left in the dark.
As soon as he looked on the thing however, it left him. He could still easily become a meal, or whatever, and that was the last thing he would want at this time. The thing would leave in peace, Derek was thankful of that. In time he could leave as well, perhaps talk about ogres being involved with the germans could get him a nice long vacation back home. He could eat bananas whenever he wanted.
His mind snapped back to the present as the ogre left. Derek went so far as the door just to see what direction they were going.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki shifted alittle upset about how Fremden seemed to be staring at the Dryad then the words sunk in with her to and she looked at him in surprise "You ate a cat? That can't be healthy" she muttered shaking her head then shuddered just thinking about "defintly not a delicacy"

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Your creature fell asleep," the dryad informed Ceridwen, who wasn't paying attention to Dinko at all.

"Let him sleep, for now. I have to figure out what to do with him." She looked at Fremden and Nikki who seemed to be equally at a loss. "I can't let him go, he'll hurt the Wood. I can't kill him, Father would have kittens."

Ceridwen's eyes fell on Fremden's mystical collar. Perhaps she should tie him up. The man thing, not Fremden.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: I'm dropping out as everyone seems to be ignoring Lokken. Bye on this thread.