A small, ragged child is uncerimoniously dumped from the side of the ship into the muddy waters below. For a moment, onlookers wonder if the child is dead, his head doesn't poke back above the water for at first. After several minutes, however, the child emerges near the shore, holding a small fish.
The child turns back to the sea and whispering something to the fish slides it back into the murkey waters. Staggers from the ocean he stops to wave to the ship that never so much as paused in it's jouney to make sure he landed safely.
Into the the streets he staggers, coughing as he shuffles along. He stops of a sudden and kneels down in the dirt. His hands quickly pluck a weed from a crack in the ground. He cackles merrily as he whispers something incoherent to the weed.
Nodding his head he hugs the weed tightly and places it gently in the pocket of his tattered robe. When he removes his hand, he holds the decaying skeleton of what appears to be a field mouse.
He bends his head close to the skeletal corpse and whispers, "Yes Horatio, that's right! It appears that she HAS come...no, of course I haven't seen her but...yes that's right the plants tell me that...No! Horatio!" His voice raises shrilly and he tosses his head back angrilly as his hand rises to meet his eyes. In so doing, his hood slides back revealing furious, piercing pupils burrowing into the corpse, and facial features too adult for his diminutive form, "Don't speak of my friends as such! They NEVER lie, they..." calming down again, just as quickly, "alright, alright, I understand but really you must be more understanding of those who are...different...yes I forgive you and yes, she has left her mark...the dagger...yes the stars and the arrow...What does she call herself, I don't know but I do see blood flowing and a deadly wail of sorrow and vengance flowing from her lips..." then looking around as though remembering something important, "Now where did that flower get off to, he was going to...yes, blood...blood will flow..."
The diminutive creature, wanders off down one of Trolls Bane's many side alleys, mumbling to himself and his skeletal companion of deadly prophesies and wise vegetation. Who is he? Where is he from? Can he even be trusted? Is he sane?All very good questions and none soon to be answered for sure. However, one thing seems certain, blood has already flown in the streets and if his words are correct, it will continue to do so.
Mibblethorp
Oracle of Madness
The strange dirty child
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Mimblethorp
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No no no
The dirty child passes by this wall again where others have posted and sees the previous post
"Nonnononononono! Who did this!?" He shrieks, then gettting a knowing look in his eye he reaches into a pocket in his tattered robes, "Oh, Horatio dear would you mind coming here a moment?[/i]" He pulls from his pocket that same skeletal mouse a tad more decomposed from the last time. Then, pointing to the message scratched into the wall says, "Did you do this dear Horatio? Hrm...did you? Do not chortle at me, answer the question...DID YOU WRITE THIS!?...Oh, I see, you thought it would be funny did you...well yes, very nicely writt...and yes I did like your description of the fish...and of course...BUT THAT's NOT THE POINT! My NAME, Horatio! How dare you...Oh you still think it's funny eh? How about I drown you in the...STOP LAUGHING AT ME! That's it, you and I are going to show who is the master and who the familiar here, ONCE AND FOR ALL.
He places the mouse back in his pocket as he walks away and one can't help but notice that there does seem to be the faintest grin on that skeletal face and the skeletal finger bones do seem worn and dirty as though they had been scratching...at rock.
"Nonnononononono! Who did this!?" He shrieks, then gettting a knowing look in his eye he reaches into a pocket in his tattered robes, "Oh, Horatio dear would you mind coming here a moment?[/i]" He pulls from his pocket that same skeletal mouse a tad more decomposed from the last time. Then, pointing to the message scratched into the wall says, "Did you do this dear Horatio? Hrm...did you? Do not chortle at me, answer the question...DID YOU WRITE THIS!?...Oh, I see, you thought it would be funny did you...well yes, very nicely writt...and yes I did like your description of the fish...and of course...BUT THAT's NOT THE POINT! My NAME, Horatio! How dare you...Oh you still think it's funny eh? How about I drown you in the...STOP LAUGHING AT ME! That's it, you and I are going to show who is the master and who the familiar here, ONCE AND FOR ALL.
He places the mouse back in his pocket as he walks away and one can't help but notice that there does seem to be the faintest grin on that skeletal face and the skeletal finger bones do seem worn and dirty as though they had been scratching...at rock.
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Mimblethorp
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((This was actually supposed to be posted just before the charwipe, but I missed it so...))
Bent over a oneberry, he listens intensely, nodding his head in rapt attention, grunting understanding frequently. He sits there for half an hour, eyes glued to the seemingly inanimate berry at the center of the plant and finally he stands up, his knees popping as he does so. He stretches, his eyes a-glaze with introspection.
"Heratio, can you believe it? We've found her." He whispers, seemingly to the air itself, "After all this time we finally have found her, the place where she is camped. I can finally give her the message my father sent me here to deliver." Waking up somewhat he looks to his hands and the diminutive skeleton there, "Yes, it is time we should go, she won't be there long."
Hurriedly, he walks to the East gate, propelling his naked body on toward a goal he has had in his mind ever since awakening one morning 5 years before to a vision and a message...a message that burned itself so firmly into his mind that nothing short of death could cause it to dim.
The way was strangely clear, no bothersome flies to flee, no brainless ogres to throw incoherent insults at him. Past meadow, forest and desert until he came to the mountains. As he walked along the rocky base he scanned not the mountain itself but the soft ground just beyond the mountains roots until he finally came upon what he was looking for, another oneberry, young and freshly new to this world, though it's roots connected to a network of plants that covered the realms.
He bent down and whispered to the plant, "You have seen her, yes?...No, no, quietly for I would not scare her away...yes, yes...I understand...and then?...Thank you and may you survive the chaos that will soon cover the realms." With that he looked up to the top of the mountain and his peternaturally perceptive vision saw the trail that would take him to the top.
He began walking. He quickly tired as always he had. When he tired, he rest, when he hungered, he ate and when he grew lonely, he would speak to his friends which laid all about him, in the rocks and in the sky. It was more than a week before he was able to reach the top. A hike that a normal man could have made in a day but this was no normal man. His health, ever a frail thing would not permit exertion, else his body give out on him entirely and that could not be allowed...not until he reached the top.
It was evening when he finally crested the the ridge that marked his destination. The air was overly quiet as though the entire world held it's breath in anticipation. the grating of rocks on gravel as he walked was loud in the stillness and eyes could be felt from every shadow. He knew this, of course he knew it for she lived with her sisters, didn't she and they would be watching for her. Still, he did not fear, he had a message to deliver and his father would not allow anyone to stop its delivery.
He stepped into the inky darkness of the cave he came to and walked, following the feeling of the wind as it blew by, knowing the surity of his steps by the echo of the stone walls and he would whisper as he walked, "Brothers, tell me if I go astray, do not let me kick you in the head, do not let my hit you in the side but lead me to the chamber I seek." Whether by luck, perception or the guidance of the voices only he hears, he made it to the cavern at the heart of the mountain and was greeted by a silky voice, with poison in it's breath. "You are far from home little one."
A needle punctured his neck and he knew death was not far off but still he did not fear. Instead he spoke, "I seek Sharea Harizoki, she who is of the sisterhood of the Scarlet Banshees, she who is eldest amongst them." There was silence, a stunned reprieve as though a name had been spoken that had not dared break sound for ages.
"Where did you hear that name?" came the whispered response.
Mimblethorpe smiled broadly, knowing now that his message would indeed be heard, he replied, "From the mouth of Nargu`n himelf m'lady, I was sent here to deliver a message that is for your ear only and none other, would you hear it?"
Again, a pause but nearly as deep as the mentioning of the mere name of the god of chaos filled the air with a kind of electric excitement and fear, "Of course but I warn you that if you expect to leave this cave alive, it had better be worth my ear."
Mimblethorpe grinned evilly, knowing that her threat had little power as he feared not her blade, nor her poisoned dart, "Then approach that I may pass the word from his mouth to your ear, for that is the only way I am allowed." A soft shifting of gravel was heard as she approached him and he could feel her breath and smell the scent of blood that gave this group their name. He leaned toward her till his lips fairly brushed her ear and breathed the chaos directly from his soul into hers.
In the darkness the eyes of Sharea flew open wide and alight with a swirling, everchanging light as she was told what she must do. Her minds eye was filled with a vision of such an man as she had never seen. He was great and yet terrible, kind and yet eternally cruel and most of all filled with what those without insight could only call madness. His lips did not move but the words he had for her pierced her mind like jagged bolts of electricity and electrified her soul, filling her with a kind of spontaneous determination and excitement. "Yes." she whispered, "Yes, I will do so immediately. Let the end begin, I will lend my blade and my sisters as well to thy cause. Let it be so."
With that, the glow faded from her eyes, the vision faded from her mind and Mimblethorpe slowly faded to the ground. The poison that would have hospitalized a normal man and killed within a day acted much faster on his tiny system for as I have said, he is no normal man. The darkness that krept before his eyes was filled with swirling lights of every color of darkness imaginable and a voice could be heard echoing through his head, "Well done and in answer to your question, the one in your heart, the fear you have ever had, you are right and the answer is..."
"NOOOOOOooooooo!!!!!" the scream that escaped his lips was the last this world would hear from the tiny, frail body and for a time, Mimblethorpe knew the only true silence to ever exist...in death.
Bent over a oneberry, he listens intensely, nodding his head in rapt attention, grunting understanding frequently. He sits there for half an hour, eyes glued to the seemingly inanimate berry at the center of the plant and finally he stands up, his knees popping as he does so. He stretches, his eyes a-glaze with introspection.
"Heratio, can you believe it? We've found her." He whispers, seemingly to the air itself, "After all this time we finally have found her, the place where she is camped. I can finally give her the message my father sent me here to deliver." Waking up somewhat he looks to his hands and the diminutive skeleton there, "Yes, it is time we should go, she won't be there long."
Hurriedly, he walks to the East gate, propelling his naked body on toward a goal he has had in his mind ever since awakening one morning 5 years before to a vision and a message...a message that burned itself so firmly into his mind that nothing short of death could cause it to dim.
The way was strangely clear, no bothersome flies to flee, no brainless ogres to throw incoherent insults at him. Past meadow, forest and desert until he came to the mountains. As he walked along the rocky base he scanned not the mountain itself but the soft ground just beyond the mountains roots until he finally came upon what he was looking for, another oneberry, young and freshly new to this world, though it's roots connected to a network of plants that covered the realms.
He bent down and whispered to the plant, "You have seen her, yes?...No, no, quietly for I would not scare her away...yes, yes...I understand...and then?...Thank you and may you survive the chaos that will soon cover the realms." With that he looked up to the top of the mountain and his peternaturally perceptive vision saw the trail that would take him to the top.
He began walking. He quickly tired as always he had. When he tired, he rest, when he hungered, he ate and when he grew lonely, he would speak to his friends which laid all about him, in the rocks and in the sky. It was more than a week before he was able to reach the top. A hike that a normal man could have made in a day but this was no normal man. His health, ever a frail thing would not permit exertion, else his body give out on him entirely and that could not be allowed...not until he reached the top.
It was evening when he finally crested the the ridge that marked his destination. The air was overly quiet as though the entire world held it's breath in anticipation. the grating of rocks on gravel as he walked was loud in the stillness and eyes could be felt from every shadow. He knew this, of course he knew it for she lived with her sisters, didn't she and they would be watching for her. Still, he did not fear, he had a message to deliver and his father would not allow anyone to stop its delivery.
He stepped into the inky darkness of the cave he came to and walked, following the feeling of the wind as it blew by, knowing the surity of his steps by the echo of the stone walls and he would whisper as he walked, "Brothers, tell me if I go astray, do not let me kick you in the head, do not let my hit you in the side but lead me to the chamber I seek." Whether by luck, perception or the guidance of the voices only he hears, he made it to the cavern at the heart of the mountain and was greeted by a silky voice, with poison in it's breath. "You are far from home little one."
A needle punctured his neck and he knew death was not far off but still he did not fear. Instead he spoke, "I seek Sharea Harizoki, she who is of the sisterhood of the Scarlet Banshees, she who is eldest amongst them." There was silence, a stunned reprieve as though a name had been spoken that had not dared break sound for ages.
"Where did you hear that name?" came the whispered response.
Mimblethorpe smiled broadly, knowing now that his message would indeed be heard, he replied, "From the mouth of Nargu`n himelf m'lady, I was sent here to deliver a message that is for your ear only and none other, would you hear it?"
Again, a pause but nearly as deep as the mentioning of the mere name of the god of chaos filled the air with a kind of electric excitement and fear, "Of course but I warn you that if you expect to leave this cave alive, it had better be worth my ear."
Mimblethorpe grinned evilly, knowing that her threat had little power as he feared not her blade, nor her poisoned dart, "Then approach that I may pass the word from his mouth to your ear, for that is the only way I am allowed." A soft shifting of gravel was heard as she approached him and he could feel her breath and smell the scent of blood that gave this group their name. He leaned toward her till his lips fairly brushed her ear and breathed the chaos directly from his soul into hers.
In the darkness the eyes of Sharea flew open wide and alight with a swirling, everchanging light as she was told what she must do. Her minds eye was filled with a vision of such an man as she had never seen. He was great and yet terrible, kind and yet eternally cruel and most of all filled with what those without insight could only call madness. His lips did not move but the words he had for her pierced her mind like jagged bolts of electricity and electrified her soul, filling her with a kind of spontaneous determination and excitement. "Yes." she whispered, "Yes, I will do so immediately. Let the end begin, I will lend my blade and my sisters as well to thy cause. Let it be so."
With that, the glow faded from her eyes, the vision faded from her mind and Mimblethorpe slowly faded to the ground. The poison that would have hospitalized a normal man and killed within a day acted much faster on his tiny system for as I have said, he is no normal man. The darkness that krept before his eyes was filled with swirling lights of every color of darkness imaginable and a voice could be heard echoing through his head, "Well done and in answer to your question, the one in your heart, the fear you have ever had, you are right and the answer is..."
"NOOOOOOooooooo!!!!!" the scream that escaped his lips was the last this world would hear from the tiny, frail body and for a time, Mimblethorpe knew the only true silence to ever exist...in death.