The Shop of Mysterious and Intriguing Items

[jack80]

The Shop of Mysterious and Intriguing Items can not be found in any yellow pages, nor for any Google Maps. It is not a shop for the common person. It is a shop for someone looking for something, without knowing what it is they are looking for. The Shop finds you. Whether you leave satisfied or more confused before finding yourself walking in those suspicious doors... you always leave with an experience.

(Or so I hope. This will be a place for me to post random short stories, ideas, interaction of strangeness, and so forth. Just watch out. The item you find may not be what you were looking for, but it was sure as hell looking for you.)

As you enter the shop, never knowing what drew you in, you eyes noticed the fact that the place is poorly lit. No light from the outside world enters, and only a few candles burn, giving this quaint place an eerie feeling.

Most of the items are not what you would expect, ranging from an old cordless phone, to a set of keys that open who knows what. Though everyone may not see the same items as they walk in, all notice the enlarged photo of Bruce Campbell as Ash Williams from the Evil Dead series framed on a wall.

Written upon it is the follow: "To my creepiest and in most need of profession help Fan/Stalker Jack, Best Wishes that you find a way out of your deluded fantasy world soon." It was signed Bruce "Not Fucking Ash Williams" Campbell. Below the signature it also reads, "PS- Keep the Silk Robes, but get the fuck out of my hot tub."

As your eyes though continue to explore the shop, they almost always land on one singular item. It varies from person to person, always illuminated by a unworldly light. As you walk towards it, a voice calls out behind you.

"Ah, it has finally found you. That piece has an interesting tale around it." You look back to see a tall man of 6'5", wearing a dark shirt and jeans. His dark hair hangs around a stubble face that is in badly need of a shave. His eyes are always covered by the shadows that dominate this shop.

He walks towards you, but at the last second to the item in question. "Touch it.... experience that of what it wishes to share with you."

As your hands find an uncontrollable need to do just that he adds, "But be forewarned. What it imparts to you may leave you with more questions then answers...."





ITEMS OF NOTE:

*Old cordless phone
*A set of unidentifiable keys
*A pair of handcuffs
*The right shoe from a pair of very well used running shoes
*A blurry old black and white wedding photograph
*More incoming ;p
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And whatever the mind can come up with.

The idea with the items is to either come up with short stories, or a quick and easy (or not so easy) rp thread idea that someone can walk away with. You come up with an item, and it is my job to come up with something behind it.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Her black ruffled skirt and cropped graphic tee, revealing her small black belly button ring, shook a bit, biting her lip softly, then licking them slowly, then revealing a silver, bright tongue ring in her mouth. She peers in the shop a bit, her eyebrows raising. She opens the door, looking around.

The door opens with a light squeak, and she cringes a bit, hoping not to make too much noise as she walks in, her Vans making no noise on the ground as she peers around all the objects.

 

[jack80]

"Ah, welcome." A voice says almost as quietly as she wanted to be. "Welcome to my little shop. Please look around. But know that only one item in this shop is what you seek. Even if you don't know it."

He steps out of the shadows, but his face still covered no matter where he walks.

"My name is Jack, a pleasure to meet you."

 

[choklatekoneko]

She jumps, her jet black hair swing with her, cascading down her back as she looks at the guy with nervousness. How long had he been standing there? Did he see her come in?

No matter now, as she was seen, and she smiling softly, listening to his words. She tried to look at his face, but it seemed to be perpetually covered with shadows, keeping him truly mysterious. She walked in a little bit closer, her black eye peering at him.

"Oh...only one?" She bit her lip, glancing around in the dimmed lighting. "Well. I'm Kara." She said quietly.

 

[jack80]

"Yes. Only one. It is different for every person. And each item comes with it a story... a story that you do not even know you wanted to hear, but fate has brought you to it to learn from it."

A smile can be seen forming on his face. His tall figure, standing still. He wears a dark grey shirt, and a pair of jeans that have seen better days.

He walks around you, and then spread his hands out. "Just look. I am sure you will find it."

 

[choklatekoneko]

She smiled at him, glancing slowly. She began to look around, glancing at the various objects she had seen, nothing catching her eye.

Until she sees the jewelry box. A small oval jewelry box, an array of colors on its small frame as she began to walk towards it, until she had it in her hands. She picked it up carefully, the metal cool on her fingers.

"This is beautiful. I suppose this is it, hmm?" She said, glancing at him.

 

[jack80]

"Maybe..." He says as he strokes his chin, intrigued by the connection between the two. "An Heirloom, handed down though seven generations from mother to daughter. It once held everything from the family jewels to to keep sakes of past sweet hearts."

He places his hands onto Kara's. "But when you open it now... nothing." The box opened up and was empty as he says.

"But if you look closely... you can still see the last item to be placed inside. An item that was dear enough to a woman in love to keep in such a special place."

A mist begins to form around Kara as she looks... enveloping her slowly but without malice....

** *** **​

When the mist dissipates, Kara is standing in an apartment, still clutching the small oval jewelry box, a small pendant necklace resting inside...

"Come on dear, its almost time to go." A male voice calls out from further in the apartment. The living room she is standing in has a dozen of photos aligned on the walls, expensive but tasteful furniture is arrayed as if by a woman's touch and keen eye to detail.

Kara's own clothing has changed to an elegant dress, but as she catches her reflection in the window, she is... still her!?

 

[jack80]

Like discussing ideas with people. Hope it works out as well as it sounds.

Speaking of ideas:

One based off the champions from League of Legends: Ashe and Tryndamere

Would explore the "relationship" between the two. Why they have an alliance... and is there a romantic interest between the two.

http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110316095853/leagueoflegends/images/3/31/Ashe_and_Tryndamere_together.jpg

 

[jack80]

Bound By Chains

This is something I have been more or less working on. Its a follow-up to a 6 year run my friends and I did in a world we help create, live in, and die in (many times in fact)

I don't care if anyone else likes it, I just want to get it out.




Bound By Chains (part 1):

Ma'Fang ap Greenthooth, Minotaur warrior, former pirate, Emperor of The Minotaurian Empire, High Lord of the Marshal Protectors, member of the Council of The Free People, Companion of Fate, ever loyal friend to Kobolds, Husband to Cassandra: High Jarl of the Frost Giants, father to Duk'Ro, Sanria, Yuira, Me'Thos, and Lurkyen, and soon to be one of a new line of Gods destined to watch over the world Ryverndrest..... He was all these things and more.

He had fought hordes of ice trolls, Storm Giants, Chaos Dragons, assassins, Drow, Gods of Old, and tamed the stubborn heart of his people.... He traveled across the lands of Ryverndrest and seen much, and done even more with his friends, the Companions of Fate, Alexandra: The Half-Elf Druid, Lurciean: The Sea Elf Illusionist, Ezekiel: Human Fighter, and Kirath: Elven Ranger. Together they had saved the world. Together they had forged their destiny.

It was no doubt in any of their minds that Ma'Fang would precede them first into the next life. He was old... by minotaur standards. Long ago the Minotaurs were a peaceful race, living off the land, and were a threat to no one. But with the rise of Man and Orc that had changed. They had been hunted and slaughtered. By luck, or curse, they came across a man unlike any they had ever meant before. He had offered them strength and power to fight back. Of the thirteen tribes only one refused the gift, the other twelve accepting it... not knowing there was a price to be had.

The Minotaurs of old had lived long and fruitful lives, longer then any man or orc, but to replace their gentle ways, to give them size and strength, they would only live a quarter of their former lifespan. Minotaurs would rarely see past their 40th year on Ryverndrest. None would see 50.

Their new found fortitude would burn them out quickly, and as they neared the end, they would rapidly become old and grey... and weak. Nothing any Minotaur would want.

Ma'Fang had just celebrated his 47th birthday with his wife, family and friends. He had been perhaps the strongest Minotaur ever. And he knew the time was coming where he would leave his mortal shell. Where once his skin and fur was as black as night... now was grey as the twilight. Ever day he could feel his strength ebbing away. Every night before he went to sleep he could feel the call for eternal slumber and... his destiny.

Ma'Fang had accepted this long ago, and he was ready for this as was his friends and family. He would not fight it as he had so many other things in his life. He would go freely into what would come.

But others had more diabolical ideas...

WHACK! CRACK! THRACK!

The chains came upon him with such fury and anger. Hellfire burn on every link as they slashed against Ma'Fang's body. Any other person would have perished from the onslaught long ago. Any one else would have cried out in anguish and pain. Ma'Fang would not give his tormentor the pleasure.

He hung from burning chains, that bound his hands, feet, neck, and body to an obsidian wall. Fire danced all around his scared body, and the single horn upon his head. Yet Ma'Fang resisted. Ma'Fang persevered.

Ma'Fang stared deeply into the eyes of his captor. He stared into the eyes of someone he despised among all others. He knew this thing. He loathed this thing. Even the name, which escaped Ma'Fangs lips brought bile with it.

"Thut..."

 

[jack80]

Bound By Chains (part 2):

"Thut..."

The hellfire chained demon smirked upon hearing its former name. Long ago it had been a bugbear assassin, the greatest in all the lands. Working the service of a forgotten dead god. Then he came upon of would be heroes. And his life had been changed forever.

He no longer looked like the bugbear he once was. His body was three times more massive, broad shoulders and arms, all wrapped in chains forged from hell. His chest was a burning mass of rotten flesh and chains, his legs long ago burnt to the bone.

"MaFang, I see you are not surprised to see me." The demon spoke in its infernal voice.

"Three times before you have plagued me, and every time I was denied the pleasure of ending you myself. Everytime you came back I thought it was Fate giving me another chance to end you once and for all. Somehow before my end I see Fate still will give me that chance."

The creature once known as Thut laughed out in a insidious laughter. "Ah that is good to see you still have your sense of humor... The Would be God Of Minotaurs and War. Oh wait... would it just be War now?" A most disgusting smile crossed the chain demon's face. "Most of your people are dead... all thanks to my new master."

MaFang tried to pull free of his binds, to strike this wicked thing before him in one single crushing punch. But the hellfire chains held, and he was bound even tighter then before.

It was true. Most of his people were slain. Slain by a dark device known only as The Death Spire. A weapon Thut's master used to gather more souls for his own uses. It had burrowed up though the center of their homelands, the Island of Darmar. His people had not just sat there and waited... they attacked it with the full fury only known by Minotaurs.

MaFang had not been there, he had been in Cestin, capital of the Free People, the base from which he commanded the Marshal Protectors to bring peace and prosperity to the lands. Fighting what was left of the Jade Legion and the Laughing Hand. So while he was elsewhere, his son Duk'Ro, his first born, had been. Reports from the escaping ships of their women and children all said the same thing. He had scaled the very top of the evil tower that had appeared in their lands... only to die like the brave Minotaur he was.

"Your son, that half-breed you and the Frost Giantess wrought into existences... died screaming in agony." Thut replied. "He was nothing more then a coward in the end, begging for my master to stop."

MaFang narrowed his eyes as he stared at his captor. He knew in his heart that his son had fought to the very end. He was an ap Greentooth after all.

"Please, Thut. Your lies will have no effect on this mighty warrior." A voice spoke up from the entrance to their cells.

The thing looked human... with pale skin pulled tightly against it body, dark orbs in sucken sockets where his eyes should be. He deathly thin. The black darken skins of former victims stitched around his body, and he walked with a black bone staff with a skull on top. He walked into the cell slowly and surely as if he knew everything, and feared nothing.

The necromancer, soul-reaper Dragolich whom was only known as... Thorn.

 

[jack80]

Bound By Chains (Part 3)

"Hello MaFang. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. We have danced around each other for years now it seems. You and your friends, and those annoying Marshal Protectors always trying to find me. You have no idea how close you came some times."

The embodiment of all that was evil in this day and age of Ryverndrest walked up before the chained Minotaur and gave him a wicked smile.

"What do you want necromancer." MaFang spat, even though he had no saliva in his mouth to do so.

"Why, too apology for the death of your son and your people. The Gift they were bestowed, their strong will, and souls are singing in the Choir of the Death Spire now. Tens of thousands of Minotaur Souls singing..." Thorn smile became even more wicked, "Some might find such music painful to listen, but I enjoy it ever the more."

MaFang pulled at the chains, though he did not move an inch, he glared at the destroyer of his people. "Why. Why capture me, why destroy and capture the souls of my people." MaFang Demanded.

"Because of their strong will. And because it would cut you so deeply. And, I know. Oh, I know you were going to die soon enough, but I couldn't allow that. If you took your seat in the Celestial Palace, then... all I have worked for, for so long, would be for not. I cannot have you stand before me as I crash the very Gates of the Celestial Plane... not if I am to become the only true god of Rvyerndrest."

MaFang blinked his eyes. "There are already gods in the Celestial Palace-"

Thorn cut him off with a wave of a hand and the whispering dark voice of his. "Yes, Gnome-Smasher, the Kobold God.. and that drunken Dwarf. And a few others, though they are all minor. You were to be the first Major Power, Fate chose you to balance things. And even with all the souls I have collected, they would not be able to bring you down. So, I captured you. Even now I am feeding you life rather then taking it away. Something that is out of character for me." Thorn chuckled making MaFang's head hurt from the sound.

"You still have the Protector, The First One, and Fate herself to get though." MaFang defied him.

"Oh, you mean this Protector, and this ancient withered up creature?" Thorn motioned behind him as two massive golems made of decayed stitched flesh dragged in a golden skin male of elven orgins... and the broken body of a very old kobold. Blaze and the Shaman of the Burning Sands Kobolds... two of the very first beings to ever take breath when the Three Brother Gods came and molded their world into existence.

Captured and now chained along side MaFang.

 

[jack80]

Jayce Stromguard

Name: Jayce Stromguard
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin of Freedom (modified to fit story and other aspects)
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height: 6'6"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Eye color: Stone-Grey
Hair Color: Black
Age: 30

Stats: Inbound

Jayce Stromguard was the son of a noble mage and the cousin of the queen. He lived his life well, up to the point of his 12th year. Where he snuck into a forbidden/secret room in his family's keep. His father, Jermer Stromguard, who was the mage, had hidden something away there. At first glance, it was a green spotted egg... a very large egg. To trained eyes, it would look like a Dragon's Egg. But only an expert eye in magic would know what was truly different about this egg.

Jayce, followed by his sister Elis, found their way into the room, and Jayce toying with his sister, started to toss the Egg around, just trying to scare her. Only he dropped it, and released a half-dragon/half-demon creature called Ta'Nurak The demon/dragon destroyed his family's keep, killed his folks, stole his sister, and left him in the wreckage, blind with a scar down the side of his face.

Jayce had thought everything was over, he huddled in the ruins of his home, knowing he had been responsible for everyone's death. That was until something that looked like his mother came to tell him otherwise.

The god/goddess Yualin is the god of personal freedom, redemption, good causes, and living life to the fullness. He/She has no gender, only appearing to those as need be. In this case, Jayce needed to hear that he wasn't responsible (though to this day he still seeks atonement for what had occurred.), that mistakes happen with those with free will. If he so wished, he could become a champion in his/her name, to fight the injustices in the world, free those enslaved, and to live his life as if nothing had happen. The god in his mother's form healed his eyes so he could see again, and sent him on his path...

And so Jayce left the place of his birth, traveled to Onrio, a nearby city, where he found the Church of Yuanlin, and entered their services to train to become a champion of freedom.

After 6 years he left, becoming a Paladin in the service of Yualin, and went out to right wrongs, free the enslaved (where he could, Yuanlin knows that it takes more then one man to wage war, so she allows leeway for those in her service to take their time, and work the "system" as best they can), and to just live life.

 

[SiaKlynn]

She stands staring at the store front window, lips pressed together, she contemplates. Pressing her right hand against the door she enters shop. The newest potential patron is dress in a plain white tank top and pair of blue jean with black and purple sneakers on her feet.

 

[jack80]

"What a lovely surprise." A voice comes from a dark corner. A tall man cloaked in shadows walks out. Even though you cannot see his face very well, you can tell he is smiling. His Light red button shirt and jeans barely visible.

"I am Jack, and welcome to my shop. Every item here has a story to tell. But only one is for you. Seek it out, I'm sure its calling you."

The store is full of different items. But only one is lite from an unknown source. It calls to you... beckons this new person to its mysterious past...

 

[SiaKlynn]

"What a lovely surprise."

Sia turns around as she hears his voice, eyes narrowing at the mysterious figure cloacked in shadows, she takes a nervous step backwards and her hands slip into her pockets. The shop keep is a little intimidating at first glance, but his voice set her at ease hearing the smile in his voice.

"I am Jack, and welcome to my shop. Every item here has a story to tell. But only one is for you. Seek it out, I'm sure its calling you."

"Hi, I'm Sia..." She replies softly.

She looks away from him to a wall lined with shelves full of items wondering if this is why she stepped inside; had she already heard the call of the item? Pressing her lips together she faces the wall and takes a step forward curious to find this supposed item. Could it be plausable that one item is for her?
She feels drawn to look at the third shelf.

Approaching the shelf she looks at the items neatly sitting side by side, some are dusty appearing to have been sitting for quite some time while others look newly arrived. Her eyes are captured by a small wooden box with intricate floral carvings on the the top and sides a mixture of wildflowers and vines covered in a thin layer of dust. Reaching for the box she carefully holds it in her hands and opens the lid. Instantly a pretty melody begins to play.

"This... music box..." Her voice just above a whisper, "It's just like my grandmother's ... I've never seen another like it."

 

[jack80]

"Ah...." Jack chuckles as he walks up to Sia, watching her and the music box.

"That one is interesting. It was a gift from a man to a woman he cared about... it was the only thing she had kept when she fled from him. Listen to the notes... I am sure you can hear the story it sings from the simple notes...."

The melody from the music box changes, the notes playing out a sad tune, then a happy one... then an ominous one. Your eyes lose focus for a moment, but when you look back up....

** *** **​

Bobby is standing there. The 30-something very tall male with short cut black hair and hazel eyes looks only at you with love. A cherished smile on his face. "I thought you would like that. It was my mother's, and her mother's, and so forth." He says with a wave of his hand."

He sits down next to the young woman. "I thought it might help you. I always liked to listen to it. It helped me put things into focus."

The two people, are in a park, sitting at a picnic table, the torn wrapping paper from the gift threatens to blow away when a light breeze comes in. Some children are running around playing on the playground. An elderly couple sits on a bench near a path. Not far away the looks of a small quaint small southern town feel to it.

"Like how important you are to me, and how I wish you could remember everything that happen to you before the accident." He says softly as his hand reaches out to the young woman's, embracing it with a gently hold of his hard worked fingers.

"I know you need time Lilah... and I have started to learn... patience is the virtue everyone says it is. So, please. Take all the time you need. But know this. I love you...."

 

[jack80]

http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/287/c/6/steampunk_gunslinger_by_loztvampir3-d4cucrv.png

 

[jack80]

A sincere apology to all my co-writers.

I have been a douche, a dead weight, and unthoughtful.

I have had a cloudy head and have not been able to reply to any of your posts in over a week. I should have told you all and I apology in all regards.

http://flowersandchocos.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Apologizing-with-Flowers.jpg

 

[SiaKlynn]

It's alright. We all experience non-writing spells. I hope you find your muse soon.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

steals one mysterious and one intriguing Item

 

[jack80]

steals one mysterious and one intriguing Item

Hey! Who took my mysterious handcuffs and intriguing ball gag. I was going to use those on someone tonight!!

 

[SiaKlynn]

Hey! Who took my mysterious handcuffs and intriguing ball gag. I was going to use those on someone tonight!!

0_o

*giggle*

 

[Perplexia]

steals one mysterious and one intriguing Item

Hey! Who took my mysterious handcuffs and intriguing ball gag. I was going to use those on someone tonight!!

0_o

*giggle*

OOH a Vail, A Jack and a Sia.. steals them all and poofs.

 

[jack80]

OOH a Vail, A Jack and a Sia.. steals them all and poofs.

I have never been stolen before, this is a first. At least I am valued up there with Sia and Vail. Question though... Where do you plan on putting/hiding me?

 

[Perplexia]

I have never been stolen before, this is a first. At least I am valued up there with Sia and Vail. Question though... Where do you plan on putting/hiding me?

Now if i told you people would try to come and steal you