h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*phoniex blinks and looks at everyone* ill better in a few days im almost tapped out that thing drained me like hell

[N'kai] Well, maybe you shouldn't have put so much power in. I would have done more, but I was needed elsewhere, and Dark Magic is very susceptable to the Winds of Magic, which those Daemons could control.
*Gryphon swoops over, waving at those below.*
[Gryphon] Come on, all of you! We're headed home! Move out!

how am i supposed to 'move out' when i can hardly move. n'kai it doesnt matter that you didnt help you where more useful where you were and did you see all the magical defences round that thing it had more loops and knots than a pile of novice magic.

[Hawk] Okay! Settle down! Phoniex, you just lie in the caravan and rest...
[N'kai] I'll ride with you, to protect the Caravan.
*N'kai jumps up next to Phoniex as the force moves out. They travel much slower than before, as they are weighted down with wounded.*
[N'kai] I want to ask you something. Why do you dispise me so? Everyone else... yes, sometimes they dislike me, but always there is that fear... that primordial instinct that tells them to let me be. How is it you cannot possess this? Even the mighty Tyrion, so called "Prince" of Ultuan, has this fear, though slight. What is it that makes you different?

n'kai the only solution to that problem is that im not human, i do not fear things that humans are scared of because i cant die so easily becuase my magic takes over, even inm this state my magic still would strive to protect me

The wagon lurched. Arm shifted in his hammock and sighed in his sleep. Miseri looked up from her needlework. Nothing much to do, just regain ones' strength, ho-hum.

Here's a recap of the final moments at Talabhiem.

"YOW!"

Graham Jake dodged as a huge Orc jabbed a spear at him. He sidestepped and tripped the ugly brute, then dug his dagger into its neck as it fell, but his small blade hardly poked the hard bunched muscles. It only made it angrier.

"Grrr…"

THWIP!

A point-blank crossbow bolt caught it in the chin, and the Orc bearshirter stumbled back, and collapsed into the dust.

"Whew."

Graham Jake stumbled away, fumblingly trying to reload. His hands trembled as he fitted a fresh magazine and cocked the weapon.

What was he to do? This was the first time in battle without Kinkawoodles, his protector.

A huge warrior in a horned bear-mask stepped forward and swung a stone mace downward.

"YAAAH!"

Three stout mercenaries in ragged gear jumped it, bringing it down with stabbing knifes and clubs. Jake stepped back, shaken.

Look! He couldn't match them! Too short! Too light! He wasn't good enough with his crossbow of only a few days to risk bolts.

There was a way, he thought as he ran. But he needed time, and a place out of the way...

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"Whooo! I could get used to this!"

Miseri sat back in the steaming hot water, towels wrapped around her ebon hair as she put aside her sponge and sighed. Water lapped her pale neck as she blew bubbles with one lathered hand. She was squeaky-clean all over.

Yessir.

"All I need now is a rubber ducky."

On the other side of the screen, Striking Arm took a running start and leapt into the cold section. Yow! Frigid!

"Hey Arm! Got any more soap your side?!"

The chill hit him like a solid wall and brought Arm's senses all screamingly alert. He was grateful for the ancient baths beneath the barracks wing.

"You could scrub my back..."

They'd been led there after basic first aid to recoup much-needed strength. Kinka had gone to have their gear and weapons cleaned, while they took a quick dip in the hot/cold pools.

"Can you hear me, you big lug?"

He swam around underwater in the Olympic-size pool, fed from an underground stream. He felt very refreshed. Nothing like a hot spring to melt the muscle aches away, then an ice-cold dive to blast away the drowsiness. Yeah...

"Don't make me get out of this..."

He was just about to swim back to surface when he spotted something.

Bubbles?

He turned back, and kicked downward. Big, misshapen bubbles were coming out of cracks on the bottom. Strange, he thought. He brought an ear down to listen. Sharp, metallic hammering and scraping, like picks and shovels, as if someone were tunneling right under them...

Then all hell broke lose when the bottom fell out.

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Focus. Okay, focus.

Graham tried to remember the incantation, and remember the verbal connector that joined the spells in his mind. He needed to pull this one off.

A low rumbling began to sound. Growing stronger and stronger, the cobblestones in the courtyard began to rattle and clink against each other, and small statues on the battlements fell away.

Huh? What is going on?

SPLOOSH!

And the biggest damned geyser now spouted where moments ago there was a fountain, as thousands of gallons of water and mud and Orc sappers flew straight out and up, spattering the courtyard like so much fish.

"EEEEE!" Miseri.
"...." Three guesses whom.

Arm landed rolling, leaping to his feet, punching an Orc, and grabbing his weapon in one smooth movement. He whirled the stone axe on its thong to make some room while Miseri went splat right beside him.

Did we mention not wearing clothes? Boy, we are talking nekkid here.

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Miseri felt herself growing red from the tips of her pointy ears down to her dainty toes. How embarrassing!

[N'kai] Ha! Most mages gain no protection there... Let me tell you something, Phoniex. I am N'kai, firstborn of the Eldar, decended of a race created by the Eidolons to purge the world of Chaos. Now, only four of us are left... and of all of them, I am the strongest. They forged their powers in art, lore, literature, but all my powers were forged in war. You intrigue my Phoniex, I'll give you that...

i must say n'kai you and i are quite alike, i am not the same species as the people i rule but they respect me, you gain your respect by fear, but mine is gained by admiration.
WHen i first came here you underestimated me because i was female at least now i hope i have gained your respect now that you have seen what I can do.

[N'kai] Perhaps. Though there is no reason for it, I have found women prefer to avoid conflict, and those that do fight are often inferior. It seems men are generally stronger. Trust me, I've had a lot of time to study people...

yes that may be true yet i can beat most males in conflict so i am different to the rest of my sex

[N'kai] Still, it is unwise for women to fight... Say a village had 100 men and 100 women. The men go off to war, and only 10 return. Those ten could all mate, all the women become pregnant, and, assuming each woman has one boy, and one girl, you get 100 boys and 100 girls. If the women go off to war, and 10 come back, then only 10 boys and 10 girls are born in the next generation. Now, considering this... never mind... Ask Gryphon about his daughter if you really want to know. Oh, and tell him she's okay, I saw her at Essenvage, and I'm sure he'll be glad to know.

does that matter, just because the rest of my gender are unsutiable for battle doesnt mean that im not. Youve seen me fight so you cant say that i would be better use at home making babies. Anyway its in my nature to fight

[N'kai] I did not say they were unsuitable, just that it was impractical.

unpratical, im not would you say that?

[N'kai] Ask me again when you find a mate...

pardon

*N'kai sits, staring out into the horizon. What he's looking at, or whether he sees anything at all, is a mystery. He leaps out of the caravan, and rejoins his men as the warband re-enter Junon, and accept the praise of the waiting crowds...*

*phoniex sits in the caravan whilst testing to see what of her magic has returned*

"You certainly like to talk," a voice floated from the front part of the caravan.

[N'kai] K'hava Nu Mo'hgna Wi'yal T'zeemo Ihili.