Theo tugged at the collar of his shirt a little nervously. He hadn’t even been given a mage-suit yet! So far, all Gniess had done was just stand there as still as stone. Theo would have thought the old codger that his father sent him to, to learn under was dead, had it not been for the fact he could hear the elderly mage breathing.
Finally gathering his courage, Theo asked, “M-Master Gniess? Is something wrong?”
“Huh? What?” Gniess mumbled, being snapped out of his trance by his apprentice’s mumblings. “What is it, Alvin?”
“Uh, that’s Theodore,” Theo corrected. “You were standing still, and I thought that something might have been wrong,” Theo said seriously.
Waving a hand dismissively, Gniess said, “I’m fine, Simon-”
“Theodore,” Theo interjected.
“Right, David,” Gniess said, not noticing the annoyed look on Theo’s face. “I’m, sorry, but I better leave right now! Something’s come up.”
Nodding his head, Theo said, “Did it have to do with that weird tingling sensation that I felt about three minutes back?”
“Why, yes it...” Gniess started before trailing off. “You felt that?”
“Yeah, what about iiIIIT!?” Theo cried as he was being dragged by the crazy old loon. “WHAT THE NINE HELLS ARE YOU DOING, GNIESS!?” Theo screamed as he as being dragged painfully by the old man going at running speed.
“No time to explain!” Gniess yelled. “But if you could actual feel that wave of power, then consider this lesson one! Aura Tracking!”
“Aura Tracking?” Theo yelped.
“Yes!” Gniess said. “No stop whining and try moving your legs, Seville!”
“It’s THEO!” Theo yelled. “Not Alvin, not Simon, it’s Theodore! Theodore!”
“Whatever you say, Roosevelt.”
Theo wondered if he had done something to piss his old man of to have deserved this nutty a teacher.”
(------)
The Master of Jade’s Ninja-clan, the great Tsunami Brigand stood silently at the top of a tree. He looked out towards the horizon, his characteristic frown graced his features as usual. He faced towards the west, as if sensing something.
“Quite the outreach of power,” Tsunami thought in all seriousness. “One rarely finds a mage so reckless as to announce his arrival to all of Jade that can feel it. Either’s he’s very arrogant, or very powerful...”
Shaking his head, Tsunami still frowned. He didn’t care either way. Magic was never his cup of tea, although some illusions were a specialty of Jade’s Ninja Clan. It didn’t take long for Tsunami to come to the conclusion of, “Whoever it is, must be rather stupid. Don’t want to think of how many people wills tart searching out the source of such a backlash of Etheral Energies.”
And so, with a slight gust of wind, Tsunami was no more, no clue as to how he disappeared was left behind; as if he wasn’t eve there to begin with.
(------)
Rook’s eye twitched in his undead skull. He had felt that. Oh man had he ever felt that one. It was powerful...
It was dangerous...
It would make lesser men cower in fear!
“Damn it! How many times have I told you gods-be-damned Wart Ogres to face towards me if you had to blow one!? THAT F*CKING STUNK!!!” Rook yelled at the top of his undead lungs.
“Sorry boss,” a Wart ogre said apologetically. “When you say ‘face towards you’, I keep thinking the action is supposed to b towards you.”
*SLICE*!
Rook let out a sigh of relief as the Wart ogre fell to the ground, a Dagger in it’s had. “Perhaps you’ll be of more use once I raise you as an undead soldier,” Rook mumbled. Now that he had taken care of THAT pest, the was another Jade-shattering event he had to deal with. “Like what the hell was that overflow of energy? Dark gods-be-damned, it felt like someone set up a damn on the Etheral Stream and managed to keep the plug in place,” Rook thought seriously.
Scratching his chin, the Undead Knight of the East had two options. Either report back to Queen Natasha Volstov to report this unsettling news, or to go out on his own and find it for himself.
“Geeze, like that is gonna be a hard choice,” Rook snorted. “What I wouldn’t give to have someone new in power. Like a ghost. A zombie. A Lich. Hell, what I wouldn’t give for a Lich King.”
(------)
“ACHOO!!!” Dr. Jonathan Digger sneezed. Without his son in the house, Jonathan had a lot more free time, to do whatever he pleased. So he had stared erecting a playing-card building in the study of his home for fun. The Elder Diggers frowned as he realized all his work came crashing down once he sneezed. “Ah, nut-bunnies...”
(------)
Gaja, a werelion/werejaguar mix, and leader of the Northern Edge Guard, frowned as the group continued on the move. There had been reports about a bunch of raiders who were using Sandworms and it was up to the Northern Edge Guard to check it out.
“Hey, Gaja,” a voice came from the male jagwere of the group, Marcus Silvear. “What’s wrong? You seem rather perplexed.”
“Did you not feel it?” Gaja asked. He let out a sigh as he saw Marcus shake his head.
“Now, no, Gaja...” started the female Jagwere, Aeila Silvear, wife to Marcus. “You know little honeybunch’s specialty isn’t magic or martial arts. He’s just your ordinary grunt-soldier.”
Blushing, Marcus said, “I wish you wouldn’t put it so bluntly, dear.”
Smirking, Aeila said, “So what? You’re a soldier, I’m a thief. Big whoop. Be proud of your skills, honeybunch.”
“What skill?” Pantha, a werepanthress archer mumbled. “I’ve seen him act rather clutzilly now and again. Nine hells, you’re his only saving grace, Aeila.”
Aeila stuck her tongue out playfully. “Well, he’ll become better once he goes down the road to becoming a paladin like he always says he will,” She smiled at he rhusband, “Won’t ya’, honeybunch?”
“Yes, dear, yes, yes...” Marcus answered, while blushing tremendously. He wished his wife wouldn’t brag about him like that.
“Possibly, Gaja,” the fifth member to the party spoke, a heavy-set white weretiger who was the current ‘muscle’ of the team, and arguably its best fighter. “Did that strange occurance happen to feel like someone trying to take in all of the Ether like a one of those Earthen vacuum-cleaners sucks up dirt?”
“Why, yes it did, Tora,” Gaja said to the weretiger. “How did you-”
“That way,” The weretiger interrupted as he pointed.
(------)
In the pouring rain, the Grandmaster of the Shun-Leep School of Martial arts, Leep, stood stoically atop the gates of his school. He was tall, a good 6’ of muscle, and while he was mostly bald, he still had along pigtail from the back of his head. H had felt as a new power seemed to had collected a portion of the Realm’s Ether just as one of those Bog-threshers would go through numerous small animals before feeling full. “I must protect my girls!” Leep thought seriously.
After all, Leep’s students were his pride and joy. He’d do ANYTHING to protect them. It was why he kept up the distinguished façade he had now. It wouldn’t do to just go with his natural feelings and be an absolute lecher. No, he respected them too much for that. “Besides,” Leep thought, “It’s not like they’d ever want me to do that to them. Not like they actually have interest in me as-”
“I’m Leep’s favorite pupil!”
“What are you talking about? I’m master’s Leeps’ favorite!”
“Like Nine Hells you are! I’m Master Leep’s favorite student!”
“You wish! I’m his most advanced student here! I’m his favorite”
Leep felt his resolve crack as he turned back to look down into the courtyard. There it was, all his students were fighting over who was his absolute favorite. It was the biggest cat-fight had ever seen, (twice over when one considered all the werecat students). Girls were fighting, ripping each other’s clothing... And in the pouring rain, the dirt was getting meshed over and over, making it into one huge mud-pit.
The Grandmaster’s priorities were torn. Stay for the show, or put up the strong front that he was a kind, caring, understanding master with true discipline and mastery over the art of fighting? After all, he really did need to check out what it was that he had sensed earlier.
But then Leep’s truly favorite student, Ms. Julia Brigand was a head above the rest, kicking ass and taking names, while there was little to cover her chest.
Something inside Leep snapped then. Leep’s long-suppressed lecherous tendencies were ignited by the fight. “Screw finding that source of chaos,” Leep thought. “I’ve got to now develop a new training regime! AND uniforms! Yes, need new uniforms! Little pieces of silk, skin-tight, no undergarments whatsoever...”
Leep cackled like a maniacal old pervert as the girls continued to fight in the rain and mud, not-yet knowing the monster they created.
(------)
Underground the surface of Jade, the leader of the Shadow Elves, Master Ecko merely opened his eyes slowly. He had been at an altar, paying quietly.
“He’s here...” Was all the Shadow Elf said before standing up and leaving the Holy Chamber.
“No!”
“Are we there yet?”
“No!!”
“Are we there yet?”
“No!!!”
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