"I'm... an ogre. More importantly, what are you, little creature? You talk, yet you have no mouth. You fly, yet you have no wings. You shoot... whatever you shot, but you have no weapon. How do you do it?"
"I am Klink! I am a klink!" The gem said. It really could not answer the questions the big thing had. Klink simply waited for more conversation, since the gem found a strange fascination with speaking.
Astro smiled a grand grin. "I like this little thing. Hello, Klink. My name is Astro. Can you say Astro?" Astro didn't know the creature was intelligent, treating him like a child.
"Yes! And you are Astro the...big...thing. Ogre, right!"
Klink was tired, it realized. "I am tired," it said. Then Klink heard another strange sound, different yet similar, coming from deep within the thick, thorn-canopied forest.
Dain stared at the gem, unable to belive what he was hearing. It was speaking, having a conversation with Astro. When the gem inquired about the noise from the forest, Dain looked into the darkness. He didn't see anything else, but there very well could be something else there. "Should we continue on our way?" he asked.
"I think we should, Dain." He sighed. "As cute as this is, we can't take chances. We've got to keep going, Klink. I'm sorry buddy." Astro started walking off.
Well it appears this is it... i will be leaving INFINYITE for good, it is clear to me that there is no way to work myself back into the RP and it is getting on my nerves that i didn't bring my laptop when i went on vacation. so i say good luck and good bye.
** Yeah, I was in waaaay to many RPS, so I had to leave a bunch, which brings me to this. I'm gonna leave this one, sorry about that, but I am currently making an RP for you people to come join if you want, so I'll stick the link somewhere when its done. Lets just say Dain got tired of this insanity and went home to live peacefully. I got shivers reading the death you gave Kain, Absolete! Jesus... **
Name; Forlorade Och-Ensam.
Age; 79-As Naga age around twice as slowly as humans, he is still in his prime.
Race; Naga, also known as Atlantian or Ocean Spirit. The Naga are a strange people- Very strange indeed. They dwell in small underwater villages contained in giant bubbles (the largest of which are known as Atlantis and Mahri) on the lip of Naga Pit, a large underwater trench. They only rarely come to the surface world- However, due to increasing corruption and piracy on land, their skills as scouts and spies has been in heavy demand recently by both roguish criminals and more noble warriors- And they are quite happy to work for either.
Personality; Like all Naga, Forlorade works on a "No questions asked, no questions answered" basis. He rarely speaks to anybody, even to his own kind, and makes few friends, if any at all. If he joins a team of explorers or scouts, as he often does, he prefers to tag along at the back, and it is easy to forget that he is there. He is quite intelligent, at least as clever as a human, however, when he does do anything he usually does it by instinct. Despite this lonely existence, Forlorade is loyal to those he trusts, and will risk his life to give them aid when needed.
Skills; Forlorade is an expert scout and traveller. His reputation is so great that some say he can find a hiding spot in the middle of a empty field. His particular speciality is sneaking through cities via waterways, rivers and even sewers. Although he can fight if necessary, his body is built for speed and agility, and he prefers stealth to open battle.
Bio; Forlorades tale is a sad and sorry story. He grew up in the small city of Mahri, and was trained in the traditional art of stealth. When he had qualified as a fully trained Naga sneaksman, he left with a group of comrades to the surface world, hired by a large organisation of warriors as top-rank spies. For almost a year, Forlorade worked there, rising in rank and skill. But then, on a secret mission to infiltrate an airship, him and his team were betrayed. In one last, hopeless battle, the Naga fell, one by one, until only Forlorade remained. He was captured and put to the torture for his knowledge. He refused to betray his friends, but paid dearly for his loyalty. Only by holding on to the one thing he had left- his name- did he keep himself from insanity. As it was, however, he lost his memory to the pain. After a while, the pirates deemed him useless, and imprisoned him. Perhaps the barred door was not properly locked- After all, what could the Naga to to escape in his condition?- he somehow managed to free himself. He sneaked to the deck, and leapt, down from the low-flying airship into a lake- But not before he had set the flammable airballoon that held the vessel up on fire. Not a single pirate on board survived that day. After a few months of wandering, scouting out pirate fortresses, and slowly starting to recall his skills, he was found by some fellow Naga. They offered for him to come back to Mahri, but to general surprise, he refused-He wanted to pay back any and all pirates for the death of his friends. He has been working towards that goal ever since.
Appearance; Forlorade looks like something out of a horror movie. His skin is pale white and deathly cold, and if you look closely, you can see that it glows slightly with bioluminesence. His veins and blood are blue. His hands, feet and ears are long, translucent and webbed. His head is bald, his mouth is lipless and filled with a double row of shark-like teeth, his nose is somewhat like Lord Voldemorts, and most eerie of all, his eyes are totally black veined with blue, with no iris or pupil. On his neck there are eight thin, bloodred slashes, four on each side, that pulsate slightly and are revealed to be gills at closer inspection. His voice is slow, wheezy and hissing. He wears the hood and garm of a traveller. He is slightly shorter than human height, though only by a few inches. He is quick and agile, but not too physically strong, and knows no magic. He does not speak much, but chooses his words wisely.
Equipment; Forlorade travels-or rather, wanders- light, carrying only the basic equipment of a traveler-Flint and steel, rope, knife, etc. etc. His blade is a strange weapon-Made in Mahrian style, it is a curved tool that is a mixture of a boomerang, knife, shortsword, and even a mini-crossbow. The weapon is made of some sort of non-reflective metal stronger than steel, and is engraved with hexagonal Atlantian runes.
"What are you?" The gem asked.
Klink thought a long time on the wolves. They were mean things, making liquid known as "blood" flow from both creatures.
"I am Klink!" Klink liked saying that the most.
Klink was tired, it realized. "I am tired," it said. Then Klink heard another strange sound, different yet similar, coming from deep within the thick, thorn-canopied forest.
"Can we go in there?"
"But can't we just do what I did to them again? There's...something in there."
"Alright."
The crystal floated to the darkness of the forest and weaved its way through the trees towards the sound.
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Name; Forlorade Och-Ensam.
Age; 79-As Naga age around twice as slowly as humans, he is still in his prime.
Race; Naga, also known as Atlantian or Ocean Spirit. The Naga are a strange people- Very strange indeed. They dwell in small underwater villages contained in giant bubbles (the largest of which are known as Atlantis and Mahri) on the lip of Naga Pit, a large underwater trench. They only rarely come to the surface world- However, due to increasing corruption and piracy on land, their skills as scouts and spies has been in heavy demand recently by both roguish criminals and more noble warriors- And they are quite happy to work for either.
Personality; Like all Naga, Forlorade works on a "No questions asked, no questions answered" basis. He rarely speaks to anybody, even to his own kind, and makes few friends, if any at all. If he joins a team of explorers or scouts, as he often does, he prefers to tag along at the back, and it is easy to forget that he is there. He is quite intelligent, at least as clever as a human, however, when he does do anything he usually does it by instinct. Despite this lonely existence, Forlorade is loyal to those he trusts, and will risk his life to give them aid when needed.
Skills; Forlorade is an expert scout and traveller. His reputation is so great that some say he can find a hiding spot in the middle of a empty field. His particular speciality is sneaking through cities via waterways, rivers and even sewers. Although he can fight if necessary, his body is built for speed and agility, and he prefers stealth to open battle.
Bio; Forlorades tale is a sad and sorry story. He grew up in the small city of Mahri, and was trained in the traditional art of stealth. When he had qualified as a fully trained Naga sneaksman, he left with a group of comrades to the surface world, hired by a large organisation of warriors as top-rank spies. For almost a year, Forlorade worked there, rising in rank and skill. But then, on a secret mission to infiltrate an airship, him and his team were betrayed. In one last, hopeless battle, the Naga fell, one by one, until only Forlorade remained. He was captured and put to the torture for his knowledge. He refused to betray his friends, but paid dearly for his loyalty. Only by holding on to the one thing he had left- his name- did he keep himself from insanity. As it was, however, he lost his memory to the pain. After a while, the pirates deemed him useless, and imprisoned him. Perhaps the barred door was not properly locked- After all, what could the Naga to to escape in his condition?- he somehow managed to free himself. He sneaked to the deck, and leapt, down from the low-flying airship into a lake- But not before he had set the flammable airballoon that held the vessel up on fire. Not a single pirate on board survived that day. After a few months of wandering, scouting out pirate fortresses, and slowly starting to recall his skills, he was found by some fellow Naga. They offered for him to come back to Mahri, but to general surprise, he refused-He wanted to pay back any and all pirates for the death of his friends. He has been working towards that goal ever since.
Appearance; Forlorade looks like something out of a horror movie. His skin is pale white and deathly cold, and if you look closely, you can see that it glows slightly with bioluminesence. His veins and blood are blue. His hands, feet and ears are long, translucent and webbed. His head is bald, his mouth is lipless and filled with a double row of shark-like teeth, his nose is somewhat like Lord Voldemorts, and most eerie of all, his eyes are totally black veined with blue, with no iris or pupil. On his neck there are eight thin, bloodred slashes, four on each side, that pulsate slightly and are revealed to be gills at closer inspection. His voice is slow, wheezy and hissing. He wears the hood and garm of a traveller. He is slightly shorter than human height, though only by a few inches. He is quick and agile, but not too physically strong, and knows no magic. He does not speak much, but chooses his words wisely.
Equipment; Forlorade travels-or rather, wanders- light, carrying only the basic equipment of a traveler-Flint and steel, rope, knife, etc. etc. His blade is a strange weapon-Made in Mahrian style, it is a curved tool that is a mixture of a boomerang, knife, shortsword, and even a mini-crossbow. The weapon is made of some sort of non-reflective metal stronger than steel, and is engraved with hexagonal Atlantian runes.
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