Short Story – Dead Ends

Good evening everyone. Before I start I would like to just say a few things, if you don’t mind =). But if you don’t want to read about my thoughts and so and so on you could just skip this and go straight for the story or rather stories whet it’s two in one this time.

Today Foppa played a little. It was very brief and not a too long session with a strange tempo. Most likely this was because of some minor problems I had with my body and Foppa’s usual concentrating problems. Even so I think I’ve managed to see what and where things are going in the future for the group as a whole.

People have said that they haven’t had too much space to work on their goals and concepts lately, especially if their goals are material ones. I beg to differ, but even if I’m right there is always some truth to complaints like these. If some people (yes there are quite many of you out there) feel like this is a problem, then it’s a problem. The only question is why and how it is a problem. Though I would like to say that you shouldn’t give up material goals just because you feel it’s hard, or impossible (from your viewpoint) to work on that due to the current style or the group settings.

Well, as a last note I’d like to give you this statement or whatever to call it, maybe a matter of fact. You all have in one or many ways created epic concepts. Okay, I like to push down the epics yes, but as I raise the reality factor some things that wasn’t epic before is epic now and will draw attention and be a large source of power and give effects even IF you aren’t a Starcrossed person. I can only tell this right now without spoiling too much about the other players, IF we unite all of you as a group, you will undeniably be one of the most powerful groups in the world. And now I don’t mean you will be strong as Demians or immortals but your potentials and influence has such a high possibility to reach the top level that you will all become entwined with epic and happenings in some ways or another.

Well, with that done I will now give you a short story containing two familiar faces.

He hated the forests. They were annoying and they were impossible to travel in. Even so he once again found himself in a forest by a fire – the second worst thing to a forest – waiting for the night to come. He had to get moving soon or he would miss his boat but he couldn’t afford to get spotted by the locals. He knew that they were after him, they had been on his track for the last few weeks and ever since the hoarfrost had ended he had felt dark auras flickering just outside his senses at night. He waited a few more moments before extinguishing the fire, careful not to get burned and then he started moving down to the docks through the small port.

The docks weren’t that active this time a day. Most ships were moored and on some of the boats the sailors were occupying themselves on deck on other boats the sailor stood along the railing as postmen or guards. It itched in Agus fingers to shot them with a Soul Ball, but he couldn’t afford to use necromancy here, they would be able to trace it. After looking around briefly he saw the ship which he was going with, it lay moored in the far south end of the docks preparing to release the hawsers from the bridge. Just as he reach the gangway and were starting to go aboard a dark figure in a long coat stopped him with a muffled growling sound.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” he said calmly as he looked on the man with his lightly glowing green eyes. The man looked at him with a pale face and took a few steps back as Agus walked over the gangway and jumped down to deck. All along the deck there were bedrolls and satchels, the seamen probably both slept and worked on deck on this ship. He turned towards the man who jumped when his green eyes looked at him.

“Tell your Captain that, Rim has arrived and want a hot meal at his quarters and the blueprints over this vessel immediately,” he said and started to walk towards the stern where he supposed the stern cabin was. “And yes, I want two seamen to help me with one thing too, so please gather someone for me, will you?” he said as he entered the cabin.

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The Timid Gal was quite a lively place considering that it actually was only a minor pub in the early afternoon. It was obvious that this place was a place for thugs and lowlife though the spirits were quite cheap and you could easily earn some coins here. People here were both drunkards and dimwits so it would be easy to cheat them on some coins using her… abilities. Though that wasn’t the reason she was here, even though that would have been so much easier. A big gooey man suddenly stopped as he was walking past her table and gave her a huge smile and she smiled back but the man face suddenly became angry and he walked away only casting one sullen glance over his shoulder towards her. She sighed deeply, her anger must have shown. She never had been good on hiding emotions anyway, she wasn’t Duo.

The thought of Duo made her suddenly think of them again but he pushed it away. She couldn’t involve them in this, not after what happened the last time. Hopefully Leon wouldn’t try to follow her with his annoying ability of his. She scanned the room while taking a sip from her pint, the prices for liquors was ridiculous after the hoarfrost, but so was everything else as well. If what she had heard was true, the prices would go down towards the summer, though she wasn’t that interested in money for the moment. She had lost almost everything anyway. You can’t trust possessions, you can’t trust anything. In the end someone will take away everything from you, life included. She sighed and swept the last of the contents of her pint. She was almost ready to leave this tavern as well, this was the fifth tavern she had visited this week, when she suddenly saw the man she had been ordered to kill.

She sat down again, following the movement of her next kill. The man seemed to be pretty young, maybe around her own age – the real one – or maybe just a few years older than her. He seemed just like an ordinary craftsman but most likely he was a con of some kind a real craftsman wouldn’t come to a place like this. She observed him for a few moments as he stood at the bar making conversation to the bartender and some of the patrons at the bar. He seemed well known and respected, but well, it didn’t matter really. She was supposed to kill him so she would kill him. She tried soften her mood a little, then she rose and started to walk sensually towards the bar catching the eyes of most men from nearby tables. She never really liked tight dresses like this one, but it served its purpose…

So well, that’s it then. I guess you don’t have any problem about who these stories are about. They might not be that long but they are some insight from them at least. I felt like writing something about the two missing letters now that JALD have became DuLe instead. I will probably deliver the real end of Jayde in this way. As for Agus, I’ve planned to plant him into an epic plotline tied to the concept of the Necromancers. I will now just clarify some things in the things I’ve just wrote.

Agus boarded a boat in a small dock on the western coast of Sydheim with the purpose to hide with the smugglers in the Katian archipelago. He’s still trying to create his machines but he needs to be even more careful now when he doesn’t have any allies. He hasn’t yet decided how to proceed other than try to finish some of his machines and then see what kind of oppertunities he’ll get. Though he’s very paranoid and a little bit absent-minded.

Agus boarded a boat in a small dock on the western coast of Sydheim with the purpose to hide with the smugglers in the Katian archipelago. He’s still trying to create his machines but he needs to be even more careful now when he doesn’t have any allies. He hasn’t yet decided how to proceed other than try to finish some of his machines and then see what kind of oppertunities he’ll get. Though he’s very paranoid and a little bit absent-minded.

Well, that’s it for today. What do you think?

Best regards,
Herid Fel