Warriors of Myth: Story Thread

[Celadon's Penultimate]

[jester_of_god]

well your in it now.

[Philote]

 I'll try to pay more attention next time.

Anyways Girisha will be chilling in the wild and exploring until something goes wrong so he won't need a room.

[jester_of_god]

"Close, but apparenlty their here to keep an I on us, right Monica." Ace looked down and to his right at the homunculus

"Correct after the destruction caused by the caputre of Spring heeled Jack the master deemed it necessary for us to accompany you on this diplomatic mission in order toinsure that the same result did not happen with the Brownies."

"Right," Ace said "I don't see the point but whatever, Piper, do you see the portal yet?"

[Zaleramancer]

The always nervous piper sighed, relieved to be off this flying metal bird thing they called an "Airplane". He was still unused to the way technology had exploded among humans. Amazing how Gereon could accept magic only to be amazed by the scientific wonders of the modern day.

A pair of homunculi silently gathered behind him.

"Do you.. er.. require names.. or titles.. of some sort?"  The changeling muttered nervously, echoing what the others had said.

"If you wish to give us names." Said one of them, a female, "Otherwise, I am 239 and this is 071"

Gereon nodded to acknowledge them, then turned to the matter at hand. There should be a portal nearby, A semi-permanent one. The piper let a familiar tune run through his mind, one that seem both nostalgic and strange at once. Shimmers danced in his eyes as they sought to see magic. The world blazed.

He disregarded the faint glows from the homunculi, all remnants of their creation. The blaze of the Djinn prince, the chilling aurora of the yeti-boy and the roaring flame of the dragon-child were also ignored. Soon, only the faint shine of the landscape's innate magic remained.

Then, Gereon saw it. The slumbering portal was surprisingly near, hidden by glamour and it's own sleep. The changeling calmly walked over to the faded colors and slowly spinning shapes that made up the portal. His hand stretched forward. Then, the piper whistled sharply- like someone calling a dog to heel. The glimmering portal brightened suddenly, awakened by the call.

Soon, the shimmering colors pulsed into normal sight.

"The portal is open. Are you ready to enter?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"I will be glad to be back among my own kind. Humans are so odd." Dajai volunteered.

"Well, these are the brownies. They live with humans, many times..."

"Then it should be a relief to get to know some beings more familiar with human customs. The humans certainly won't tell us anything. Now let's get going; I'm ready to get to a place where magic will be a little easier to focus on. I've been waiting to try a new spell..."

[jester_of_god]

Okay give me a second to type of the city description and we can get the ball rolling on this thing again...by the way all of those who are not currently in this mission feel free to post anything in the character interactions thread.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Roger.

[jester_of_god]

After a few collective shrugs and unwilling muttering from a few members of the group the uunit stepped through the simarring portal. What happened to them next could only be described as being shot through the core of a colide o scope, inside of a tornado. Then all of the colors suddenly slowed and snapped into place leaving behind only an extreme sense of virtego as the landscape blurred into focus. They found themselves in a small dingy cave dripping with watter .

    "well I can't say I was expecting much knowing the faeries," Dahjai, "But I was still hoping for a tad bit more..." His eyes fell upon what the res t of the group was staring at. Through the mouth of the cave about a quarter mile away, stood a gleaming city with a giigantic collection of spires nestled in it's center. Each building was giving off a bright glow as  several figures flitted about them.


"Good aevening fine gentelmen." A figure only a foot tall or so appeared in front of them. "We were expecting your arrival, Welcome, to the city of the Browinies."


OOC: SOrry I have a cold, I'll rewrite this later to make it sound beetter,  write now we're in their version of an airplane terminal andd are about to be taken to the meeting hall to discuss the treaty with their elders/rulers, invaritably somthing is going to go wrong maybe a scheduling conflict, leaving us to rome the city by ourselves, soon generating mass chaos resulting in a fight with a swarm of hundreds of members of the brownie police force.... So far if I remember right me, shadow, zaler, and Philote are here pparticipating, sorry I've got the sound of your characters names memorized...except for the piper, but I can't remember the spelling at the moment.

[Philote]

Earlier, Girisha was woken after the rest of the group had finished with preparations to enter the portal. After some struggle, the yeti was forced into going through the portal instead of guarding outside as he wished. He was assigned to follow closely behind the djinn in order to keep out of trouble. It would be an understatement to say that he was agitated with the amount of rules these creatures had, but someone wanted him out of HQ for awhile so there he is.

[jester_of_god]

"and here is the place where you will conduct your meeting with the grand council of elders." the brownie said as he led them into the team to the front of the griand spiral structure in the very center of the city."This is the center of law for the eentire brownie civilization, anyone who breaks our lawss ecentually ends up here to be punished." He stopped in front of the door and looked up, where there was a small sign hanging in front of it written in odd curving almost hieroglyphic like letters, "Ah, it would appear that the court is currently closed to handle a criminal death trial. no one can enter or leave during this peiod unfortunately.that also means that your meeting will be put on hold. Oh well, until then I suppose that you can explore the city for yourselves, I trust that you can keep out of trouble"

As they  were walking away in seperate directions Ace looked over to his "Homunculi, Hey Monica."

"What is it now human." The homunculus said in monotone.

"Exactly what was the criminal trial that was being held anway."

"My Brownish is a bit rusty, but I am certain it said, J-walking."

"Hahhaha....your joking right?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"I don't suppose the Brownies are expecting us to be trained dignitaries?" Dharma sighed, "If so, they'll be most disappointed."

"No, probably not", Kismet replied, "but try to look distinguished anyways..."

The two laughed, causing Dajai to groan. He looked through his satchel.

"A book in Arabic. A book in Greek. A book in Latin. A book in Celadonian? How'd that get there?"

SCRUNCH...followed by the sound of high-pitched yelling and pebble-like impacts in his left shoe.

"ARGH YA STUPID STINKIN' DJINN! WHY DON' YOU WATCH WHERE THE &%$# YOU'RE GOIN'??? CRUSHED MY FRUIT CART! HOW'M I GONNA FEED ME FAMILY??? RAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!"

"Oh. Hm. What do you know. So I did. Apologies."

"Yeah, our apologies, Lilliputian."

Everyone within earshot stopped in their tracks at Dharma's comment.

"What...did you call me?" Asked a red-faced brownie in disbelief. His left eye twitched.

"Um...a brownie?"

"YOU CALLED ME...A LILLIPUTIAN! DOES I LOOK LIKE I'M FROM LILLIPUT TO YOU??? WHY I OUGHTA--"

Dajai stepped in front of Dharma, "Please, diminutive angry man, I have a solution for your dilemma."

The noise of his outrage and complaint died, and he waited expectantly for the djinn to make amends.

"Onnes Tonnes Mercator Vendor..."

Pieces from the diminutive cart levitated and swirled all around, coalescing into a coherent form much more grandiose than the one he had from before. This time, his fruit were twice as large, and he even had meat, soup and vegetable supplies as well. The other brownies looked at it in amazement, and asked for his assistance with their own shops.

Gladly, Dajai obliged and the first one called out grumpily, "All right, all right. I'll let you get off this time. Maybe you ain't s'bad after all."

"Glad to be of assistance," Dajai responded pleasantly, "And honestly, I apologize for the last one."

The brownie jumped at the two homunculi, and they hurried to Dajai's side. The Brownie Royal Palace (or whatever it was called) was just up ahead.

[jester_of_god]

You just broke about three seperate rules. First, no use of magic, second no destruction of public or private property under any situations, and third, this one's for the brownie, no heated arguements. If this wasn't apparently retroactive, being as we already were at the center control fo rthe brownies, and split up, but in all honesty the police owuld be on your tails by now......

[Celadon's Penultimate]

You never said no magic in the brownie world And if you did, I don't remember. Besides, brownies use magic, too, so keep your shirt on, Mr. Rulebook.

[jester_of_god]

Check my latest post in the planning thread, I put the quote in bold.

[Philote]

Girisha followed behind the djinn, not to happy about all the rules that had to be followed that he wouldn't bother to remember anyways, and thinking that following the djinn wasn't such a great plan seeing the disaster that was narrowly avoided.

He jogged up next to the djinn to ask what the deal was with the fruit cart when he barely bumped into a small creature heading the opposite way on the sidewalk.

"Sorry" Girisha barely grunted as he paid no attention to the matter, and turned back to the djinn.

From behind though, "You expect to walk away and dishonor me like that!? I'll let you know, I have connections to very important nobility (?) in these parts, and I'll have you killed if you don't make reparations!"

Girisha turned around and scowled, "Back off little man, I said i was sorry."

(I'm sure we can go somewhere with this)

[jester_of_god]

I'll delete this myself later as it does not belong in the actions thread but the fae usuallly prefer to get even themselves rather quickly than letting others hanle it but keep going this thing needs to keep moving.

[Philote]

(I need somebody besides me to post something about the fight that is about to break out. Zale or Jester's character needs to walk by or Wulf's character needs to try and fix things with magic again but unsuccessfully)

[Zaleramancer]

Gereon was amused.

Like so many changelings, he had spent much of his time staying in the otherworldly lands of the fairy wishing to be home. Only, when he finally returned the piper had realized something. The world changes. Now, his former home was a strange place with miraculous technology and bizarre discoveries. But here, in the world of the fay, the changeling felt perfectly at home.

His attempts at deep and philosophical thoughts were soon interrupted by the words of the minute brownies. They whispered of some idiotic outsider who had used magic without permission.

"Oh dear...  Why did I leave them alone?" Gereon muttered as he tried to make his way towards the source of the rumors.