The Epic Quest for the Advancement of Blutranism

[saosidon]

Starring:- Golden Sword! Silver Blood! That bald guy!
Guest appearance from: Blutr! And Sigallos, if he can be arsed.

Chaw-haw. Anyway, on we go!


"Go to the people, uh...I'll bet none of them'll be so diplomatic as him..." Golden Sword, also known as High Priest Arblaster, was chuntering along the streets of Olspher with long strides; his orange robes fluttered in the wind, proving themselves to be quite impractical for a brisk walk.

Behind him followed a slight, bald-headed young man trying desperately to keep up with his master. His forehead was marked with the image of an eye, painted in red; and he, too, wore orange robes - though less gilded than Golden Sword's.

"If these ones who lead them claim them to be superior, what reason have we to doubt, sir?"

"Ah, but superior in what ways? And may I remind you - 'twas a leader of this country that made the ignorant, ignoble insult that has brought us here."

"...That is true, sir." True, yes, but Silver Blood, like his fellows, still couldn't shake the idea that Arblaster was...scared, somehow...

[Jalorn]

((Intriguing...))

[Olspher]

((I applaud the subtleness of your writing, I suppose I will take a part in this semi-play at one point? Permission to butt in?... or do you plan to write more?))

[saosidon]

((Uh...sure, permission I guess.))

[Olspher]

Taren Tillos woke up to a day like many other of the days in which he had experienced life, and it seemed from the very start that is was going to follow the pattern that his days had been following: absolute chaos. Taren liked it this way, it worked very well with his philosophy towards life, and so as a result he was happy. It was always quite fascinating for Taren when he thought about his own happiness, it was a constant, an absolute found in chaos, his obsession and life work. This obsession was laid bare in Tarens work, for he was a writer of sorts, jokingly called by his admirers "a true Olspherian writer". He wrote all his thoughts in a steam on conscious manner with no real coherence, and they were brilliant.

He had managed to impress many, but cared nothing of their impression of him, and despite his high standing on the Olspherian social web "Linga Modostri" he is an avid supporter against it. In the odd way that Olspherian society works, as it would turn out there is a good many who's personal beliefs greatly contradict Lingra Modostri, but the system includes them as well, the cultural ties it has with the country are much to high.

This particular day Taren had woken up in a house that was not his own*... this had never really happened before, but it was a delightful start to the day. "In a way, we always wake up in diffrent beds and are diffrent people every day" thought Taren as he got up from the bed that was not his own. He reached for his trusty notebook only to find that we was holding a lonely pen... no paper. This was a momentary annoyance until he realized the potential of a pen.

A few minutes later the owners got quite a surprise when a man wearing his pajamas and writing fervently on his hands and cloths walked straight through their kitchen and out into the street... heading it seemed, nowhere at all.


*Taren is a serious sleepwalker, but it has never manifested itself to this extent.

[saosidon]

"Dammit, it's too windy here. Where are the soft breezes of Ekes blessed?"

"M-maybe if you slowed down, sir? Where are we going, anyway?"

"...I'll know when I get there! Just...just..." Golden Sword slowed, turning on one foot. "...Just who the hell was that?"

[Jalorn]

((Unless anyone needs any interaction from me, I suppose I'll just sit back and see where this goes...))

[saosidon]

((Teeheehee! That seems a strange thing to say. We are in Olspher, after all - unless someone's on holiday, that everyone else need not apply seems obvious.))

[Jalorn]

((Think of me what you will, madam.))

[saosidon]

((Ah, we already agreed, you are a fool who uses and abuses the language of the present, and trusts not in Meta Knight.))

[Jalorn]

((Admit it: this is entirely about Meta Knight))

[saosidon]

((Nono, that just made me more likely to hold a grudge against you for humour.))

[Olspher]

Taren Tillos continued walking down the street and crashed into Golden Sword full force before he could take action*. He stood there for a moment and stared, pulling himself from his thoughts it seemed. "Hmmmmmm... Saosidonian" he mumbled and reached out to feel Golden Swords robe.

*I assume, of course, that in normal situations GS could quite easily avoid a collision like this, but if you will allow it for the sake of the RP... I know it's not necessary, but it's a very appropriate character entrance for Taren.

[saosidon]

"Agh! What? What?!"

A panicking Silver Blood, caught quite offguard, fumbled for his blade - but Golden Sword had already knocked Taren down with a strong blow.

"Wretched oaf!" He thundered, billowing out his robes and shaking his red mane. "Uncouth S!Te!E*!"

"S-Sir! That's...-" Silver Blood himself was quite taken aback. Such offensive language...was that really how his master felt?

*Sometimes, words like these are just unavoidable.

[chendon]

Thanks for your creative post, which i really like very much.