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War of the kingdom of Peaches: A Royesland spin off [Completed]

Meanwhile in Royesland the fountain of the goddess of pearls in the market exploded. Water and statuary rained down and a very confused wizard staggered from the wreckage, followed by about some two hundred rat mans. The wizard Tom had forgotten that he had set the fountain as his wayward teleportation and was now full of regret as he staggered and met the pavers.

The chaos he's unleashed on the the quiet hamlet was incredible. The rat men screamed and scattered, attempted to steal what was not nailed down and to flee the terrified towns folk armed with pots pans and brooms.

"Fuck." He said into the paver. He pushed himself back up to his feet and swayed gently then said; "Okay." ominously to no one at all. he took off at a dead sprint through the chaos to his tower, down the familiar streets, across the bridge and up the slope. He slammed open the front door and began stomping up the steps as fast his feet could take him. As he passed his workshop Tuesday froze, holding on to what could only be described as an hourglass fussed with a lave lamp. For a moment Tuesday thought perhaps he hadn't been seen as Tom continued up the stairs- No luck. Tom stopped, took three steps backward down the stairs and pointed at him.

"Who the fuck are you?" He said pointing at him, and then because he didn't have time for this continued upward to his spell forge. Tuesday, was so utterly insulted he couldn't form words. AT the top of the stairs Tom balked at the unfamiliar girl and the large cat sitting on his bed- given Xanth's time dilation maybe they all lived here now, thankfully his spell forge was intact. That would be tricky. Later. Later problems for later Tom.

"Hi," He said awkwardly slamming the golden apple onto his spell forge and his fingers began to flash with magics and gestures above it weaving a complicated 3demensional fractal of runes and light. It would be no small feat to do what his panic induced mind had concocted. He focuses hard- says a full ass word of power, staggers back and says, "Gotta go!" And rushes back down the stairs.

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In the tower the giant salamander that was Xanthiel thrashed and screamed churning up the oil sludge in great waves as the tower gave one more petulant rumble and the room's floor began to tilt to the left- slowly, slowly as the sludge began to slosh in that direction, until it was not slowly and the whole room was falling.

Before any of them can grasp the totality of the situation they hit the ground- and not from a great height. The jarring bounce is familiar for any of them that have ever been teleported by their dear dumb wizard. The sun in Royesland is blinding bright as the sludge crashes down and spreads until it is only an inch or two thin across the pavers.

Xanthielex is shrinking and whimpering seemingly searching for some dark place to curl up and hide. The salamander king- the former terror of the kingdom of peaches is no more than foot long and attempting to hide under a marker stall's basket.

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Tom comes huffing and puffing back down the slope, across the bridge and up the familiar streets. he slips and slides across the slick pavers, past the linger rat mans, the angry babushka's chasing them with a rolling pin and says, "Where is it!" lifting up every thing not nailed down in search for the Wizard King he's set on destroying. He glances at the exhausted and cursed trio and says unhelpfully; "You guys look like shit."
 

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