I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. There was just no way on God's green Earth that what I was seeing in front of me was true. Mike. After all this time. Sure, in hindsight, it really wasn't that long, since I was still in high school, but still, I couldn't believe it at the time. I can hardly believe it, even now. But, I'm digressing.
"It's been a while," I said, taking a cautious step into the room.
"Yes," he said. He looked older than I remembered, more mature. You know how it is. While you see someone every day, or at least, almost every day, it's difficult to spot the differences from day to day, even if it's a new haircut, or new wardrobe. It's the way the human mind works. I still saw myself as a young kid, and as a preteen, and as a freshman. I saw an unbroken chain of, for lack of a better word, me.
It was the same for Jessica. I'd seen here every day since we met, and so, while in retrospect I can see that she's changed, from day to day, I can't. I know she's taller, more athletic, not to mention shapelier, but she's still the same girl I met way back when.
So, even though it hadn't been that long, i was still surprised to see him there, in the flesh so to speak.
"You've changed," was all I could force myself to say.
"A bit," he quipped. "But, please, have a seat, we have a lot to talk about."
I stepped forward again, now two steps into the room. Now a third, and a forth. I slipped into the back row of the small theatre, Matt and the tour having continued down the hall without me. For the moment I was alone, with him.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
A little bit of reorganization
Well, I thought I'd stop in, mainly because I had some new stories to get out of my head, and I thought, "Well, where I can get them out of my head? I know, I'll post them on my derelict blog!"
So, I posted two new flash fiction pieces. Yes, I'm calling them flash fiction, it's what you can short fiction generally under 1000 words. I think I may have to re-label some of my older work, since I'm not sure if it's flash or just short, but at least I'm using Blogger's label system (works much better than my little bracket tags ever did).
So, my first two pieces of new fiction is actually fan fiction, based on one of my favorite stories right now, Tales of MU. It's a fun little AU fantasy story with lots of D&D and webcomic in jokes. My little fan fiction deals with a pair (or possibly two pairs, not sure) of Delving and Discovery majors at Majesterius University. This is, of course, their Delving 101 course, though one of the characters is showing off a bit, and I think the other's not exactly sure of herself.
I like the two of them, mainly because it allows me to describe some cool scenes with some story hanging on them, and well as some story with some cool scenes hanging on them
I'm not sure if I'll write any more, but hey, at least it's out there.
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Signing off…
So, I posted two new flash fiction pieces. Yes, I'm calling them flash fiction, it's what you can short fiction generally under 1000 words. I think I may have to re-label some of my older work, since I'm not sure if it's flash or just short, but at least I'm using Blogger's label system (works much better than my little bracket tags ever did).
So, my first two pieces of new fiction is actually fan fiction, based on one of my favorite stories right now, Tales of MU. It's a fun little AU fantasy story with lots of D&D and webcomic in jokes. My little fan fiction deals with a pair (or possibly two pairs, not sure) of Delving and Discovery majors at Majesterius University. This is, of course, their Delving 101 course, though one of the characters is showing off a bit, and I think the other's not exactly sure of herself.
I like the two of them, mainly because it allows me to describe some cool scenes with some story hanging on them, and well as some story with some cool scenes hanging on them
I'm not sure if I'll write any more, but hey, at least it's out there.
--
Signing off…
Delving 101 - Chapter 2
clap, clap, clap
"Good job, Rob, Mary,” said the professor from deep in the suddenly not dark room. “Rob, the acrobatics back there, quite entertaining. And Mary, I noticed that you had your wand ready, just in case, good preparation."
"Thank you," he said, catching his breath. Rob pushed a lock of his raven hair from in front of his eyes, and strode towards the desk, shading his eyes with his left hand, the one with the scroll case.
The room was white. White floor, white walls, white ceiling, even a white desk. The only specks of color being the backside of the pair of door Mary and Rob had just came through, Mary and Rob themselves, and the short, wide, beaded man behind the desk.
Mary stepped after Rob, and put her wand back into it's holster at her hip. Unlike Rob, she didn't wear any armor, instead she wore simple khaki cargo pants, a khaki blouse, and a well worn pack, typical attire for a delving wizard. "So, how did we do?"
"Not now," said the professor, stepping from behind the desk. His attire was much like Mary's, though noticeably well worn, and missing the pack. "So, the scroll?" he asked, reaching out with a calloused hand.
Rob sheathed his sword, then placed the scroll case in the shorter man's palm. "As requested, one Scroll of Fire."
Mary pouted, but the professor interrupted before she could complain, "Look, you two were the second team through the gauntlet. There are three more teams left to go." He went over to the door, opened it and tossed the scroll case inside. "You'll get your grade, and a debrief of your performance, at the end of the class. For now, relax, and hit the showers."
The professor walked back behind the desk, and then gestured to his left. Mary and Rob both sighed, and exited the white room from the now open door, the door that wasn't there before.
“Come on,” said Rob, “if we hurry up we can catch Zeb and Jody’s run.”
Mary sighed, shook her head, and followed Rob out of the white room, and into the hall.
Delving 101 - Chapter 1
"Come on Rob! Run!"
He pumped his legs as fast as he could, flying over the roughly hewn floor of the corridor. His boots thumped hard, causing his scabbard to rattle, and his pack to jingle. He huffed as he closed the distance, the scroll case held in a death grip on his left hand, his sword in an equally white-knuckle grip with his right.
"Rob! Watch out!"
With that, Rob caught sight of the first of the arrows skittering of the right wall of the corridor, which was suddenly much narrower than he would have liked. He changed his gait, sending his right leg forward, locked tight, with his foot pointed forwards. As he did so, he let his left leg collapse under him, pointing that foot backwards, allowing his to slide onto the ground.
The metal studs on his left greave scrapped against the floor, while the carabineers, pitons, and buckles of his pack jangled. He leaned far back. His hat, if he hadn't lost it already, would have sailed off his head as it nearly hit, instead he watched as nearly two dozen arrows flew over him, into the space he formerly occupied.
"Rob!" Mary shouted, taking cover behind the heavy wooden door not twenty feet away.
He performed another acrobatic maneuver, using the last bit of his momentum to get him standing again. He lifted his right leg slightly, bent it, and slammed it into the floor, the deep treads of his boot catching tight against the floor. Simultaneously, he kicked up with his left leg and leaned forwards. He quickly brought his left leg forwards to catch his fall, and then, within two strides, was back at his full run, now just feet from the door.
He leaned left, so that he could slide past her through the open door, leading with the scroll case. She reached over and behind him as he passed, grabbed the door, then slammed it shut behind him, plunging them from the dim torch light of the corridor into sudden darkness.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
RHoD Journal #2 [IC]
Campaign Journal
Vermillion "Red" Demond
Day 1 (continued)
Well, today was not quite as climatic as I had feared after our first battle, earlier today. After trying up the hobbos, and getting the prisoners conscious, we marched towards Drellin's Ferry. Along the way we, and by we I mean everyone by myself, interrogated the hobbo cleric, who followed of all gods, Tiamat. We got some useful, and some not so useful, information. Mainly we learned that he's just a cog in the gears of the large army of hobbos, led by a powerful, according to the cleric, sorcerer who united all the warring tribes under his banner.
This sorcerer, the Wyrmlord Koff (well, I never asked how to spell it), is held up in Vrath Keep, our original mission goal. He also revealed that Koff's second in command is a minotaur, and that the two aren't as friendly as you'd think.
We took the hobbos to the town, which apparently is a ferry because the original bridge was destroyed during the giant wars long ago. The locals weren't happy we took the hobbos prisoner, but wouldn't actually go out and tell us to kill any further hobbos we were likely to come across. While Burris, Boomer, and I watched the hobbos, Zerth, Roland, and Jez talked to the mayor, and the captain of the guard, whom Burris was sent to talk to by a man in Greyhawk. They got a small mission to help defend the town, though even with twelve hundred citizens is going to be rather hard to defend, since they don't even have a walled town center.
After talking with the mayor and the captain of the guard, and getting the hobbos into some simple stockades, we sold what gear we could, getting about seven thousand gold from the town, got what supplies we could, staked out the local magical provisioners, and set out to get a good night's sleep. At least, most of us, Burris will probably be up late with the Dwarven barmaid. (Burris was a victim of a reincarnation much like myself, his previous form was a male dwarf, while now he's a male human, a step up if you ask me).
Vermillion "Red" Demond
Day 1 (continued)
Well, today was not quite as climatic as I had feared after our first battle, earlier today. After trying up the hobbos, and getting the prisoners conscious, we marched towards Drellin's Ferry. Along the way we, and by we I mean everyone by myself, interrogated the hobbo cleric, who followed of all gods, Tiamat. We got some useful, and some not so useful, information. Mainly we learned that he's just a cog in the gears of the large army of hobbos, led by a powerful, according to the cleric, sorcerer who united all the warring tribes under his banner.
This sorcerer, the Wyrmlord Koff (well, I never asked how to spell it), is held up in Vrath Keep, our original mission goal. He also revealed that Koff's second in command is a minotaur, and that the two aren't as friendly as you'd think.
We took the hobbos to the town, which apparently is a ferry because the original bridge was destroyed during the giant wars long ago. The locals weren't happy we took the hobbos prisoner, but wouldn't actually go out and tell us to kill any further hobbos we were likely to come across. While Burris, Boomer, and I watched the hobbos, Zerth, Roland, and Jez talked to the mayor, and the captain of the guard, whom Burris was sent to talk to by a man in Greyhawk. They got a small mission to help defend the town, though even with twelve hundred citizens is going to be rather hard to defend, since they don't even have a walled town center.
After talking with the mayor and the captain of the guard, and getting the hobbos into some simple stockades, we sold what gear we could, getting about seven thousand gold from the town, got what supplies we could, staked out the local magical provisioners, and set out to get a good night's sleep. At least, most of us, Burris will probably be up late with the Dwarven barmaid. (Burris was a victim of a reincarnation much like myself, his previous form was a male dwarf, while now he's a male human, a step up if you ask me).
Sunday, June 10, 2007
RHoD Journal #1 [IC]
Campaign Journal
Vermillion "Red" Demond
Day 1
Okay, so it's not actually Day 1, since we started yesterday, but it was just shopping in Greyhawk and the hook.
Ah, the hook. Well, it's all Jezabel's fault really. She got us together for this. Some guy, forgot his name, and it really doesn't matter, hired her, well us, to get a bunch of treasure from an abandoned keep. This place was supposed to be abandoned years ago after the kingdom, Rhest, was overcome by Forest Giants. Forest Giants, some of the nicest giants I've ever heard of, so I take the rest of his story with a grain of salt. But, he paid enough to get us teleported down to Sterich, so I'll give the weasel that much.
Of course, the teleport trip itself was quite interesting. The plan, which we formulated yesterday, was for the druids to load up with all our gear, wild shape, and then get into a pair of haversacks, hold their breath, and teleport away. The second wave had me getting into a haversack myself.
There's nothing quite like being nowhere. It's a bit cold, but not, wide open, yet enveloping. Very odd.
Once we were in Sterich, this morning, we got re-packed, and then got on our way, heading to the keep, yet knowing that things would probably be a bit more deep than that.
Which it did.
The ambush was in a very smart position, the road gullied through the forest, and the hobgoblins got us from cover in the forest. The battle, which lasted a good two to three minutes, involved the six of us and fifteen hobgoblins with three, one summoned, hell hounds. Most of the damage was dealt, at least on our side of the battle, to the animals, though Jez and Roland took their share, as did I.
We've stripped the ho-gos for their gear, looted the bodies, and taken prisoners, and now we're on our way, though I'm not sure if we'll ever get to loot the keep, since the ho-gos seem to be a bit thicker than just the fifteen.
Well, we're off down the road, here's hoping it's going to be easy.
But I'm not holding my breath (at least, no unless I need to hide in the haversack).
Vermillion "Red" Demond
Day 1
Okay, so it's not actually Day 1, since we started yesterday, but it was just shopping in Greyhawk and the hook.
Ah, the hook. Well, it's all Jezabel's fault really. She got us together for this. Some guy, forgot his name, and it really doesn't matter, hired her, well us, to get a bunch of treasure from an abandoned keep. This place was supposed to be abandoned years ago after the kingdom, Rhest, was overcome by Forest Giants. Forest Giants, some of the nicest giants I've ever heard of, so I take the rest of his story with a grain of salt. But, he paid enough to get us teleported down to Sterich, so I'll give the weasel that much.
Of course, the teleport trip itself was quite interesting. The plan, which we formulated yesterday, was for the druids to load up with all our gear, wild shape, and then get into a pair of haversacks, hold their breath, and teleport away. The second wave had me getting into a haversack myself.
There's nothing quite like being nowhere. It's a bit cold, but not, wide open, yet enveloping. Very odd.
Once we were in Sterich, this morning, we got re-packed, and then got on our way, heading to the keep, yet knowing that things would probably be a bit more deep than that.
Which it did.
The ambush was in a very smart position, the road gullied through the forest, and the hobgoblins got us from cover in the forest. The battle, which lasted a good two to three minutes, involved the six of us and fifteen hobgoblins with three, one summoned, hell hounds. Most of the damage was dealt, at least on our side of the battle, to the animals, though Jez and Roland took their share, as did I.
We've stripped the ho-gos for their gear, looted the bodies, and taken prisoners, and now we're on our way, though I'm not sure if we'll ever get to loot the keep, since the ho-gos seem to be a bit thicker than just the fifteen.
Well, we're off down the road, here's hoping it's going to be easy.
But I'm not holding my breath (at least, no unless I need to hide in the haversack).
Thursday, February 01, 2007
The Last Mimzy
Yeah, yeah, I know, it's been about, oh, forever since I last posted, but I haven't had the need.
Well, now I feel like I need to.
I stumbled up this movie trailer over at apple, and find it quite interesting. Apparently it's a movie based on a story, based on the Jabberwocky. Very cool. Apparently these two children were sent learning toys from the future that allow them to think and learn a bit outside the box we call reality, allowing them to do things like TK/PK, as well as controlling spiders with sound, all very interesting stuff.
Also, the website is very cool.
Well, now I feel like I need to.
I stumbled up this movie trailer over at apple, and find it quite interesting. Apparently it's a movie based on a story, based on the Jabberwocky. Very cool. Apparently these two children were sent learning toys from the future that allow them to think and learn a bit outside the box we call reality, allowing them to do things like TK/PK, as well as controlling spiders with sound, all very interesting stuff.
Also, the website is very cool.
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