OOC:
Alright then. Interesting. Now, first I will appologise for not posting for ten days - fact is I haven't even been on the RPC, no, not even the computer in ten days. You know what it's like; exams, bad grades, angry self, workingworkingworking to get those grades back up, etc. etc.
Anyway, Shrooblord, as you might have guessed, is the king of the race of Shroobs, vile aliens looking like purple mushrooms with not blood but hate and bloodlust running through their veins. They have no mercy, they have no compassion. Their leaders, however, such as the late Princess Shroob sisters, are of a different breed. They are Shroobs, true, but they are a far higher type of being with complex thought patterns and emotions, a humanoid - though still quite mushroom-like - appearance and an everlasting loyalty from their subjects. Shrooblord is one of these. He is the current king of the Shroobs, though he has for some reason lost all contact with his race and homeworld. He is not as evil as the rest of his subjects as he makes them believe, though he is still quite twisted. He has compassion and mercy and sorrow though, and is also capable of making friends like any other organism would be. He also has a dark counterpart but I don't think he is part of this story so he's not relevant.
Pictures... heare:
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Vids... heare:
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IC:
Whilst Shrooblord and Beebo were fast asleep, three yellow eyes were watching them from behind dark bushes. Silently, skeletal hands pushed away the plants in front of them and the figure bounced forwards towards Beebo's bed. Curiously, the hands were fidgiting about the bed, as if afraid the creature would awaken any moment and they would have to defend their body. However, nothing happened, so the creature turned towards the other bed, in which Shrooblord was sleeping. Opening its mouth to become a bigger and bigger shell over Shrooblord's body, it raised its arms slowly and opened two more eyes in glee, in preporation of the delicious taste it would soon get from this new type of food. Then suddenly, one of its eyes twitched as a bright light was shining in it. All eyes diverted their attention to the direction of the light. It was a luminous orb of some sort and it seemed to be protecting the monster's dinner. The light darted to and fro and suddenly the food's body began to stir.
From within a dream, the light entered Shrooblord's mind.
"Wake up, wake up!" it seemed to say, "You are in grave danger!"
Leave me alone... he heard his own voice say inside his head,
I'm trying to get some sleep.
"
N'r shanda, if at any time you were going to grant me that request I made so long ago, do it now! Before our time together and everything I taught you were all in vain, wake up.
Now!"
Neehelia nortuk? My master and sensei? My light, my life! My life is in danger; wake up! Wake up!
And with that, Shrooblord shot out of bed, reached into his underrobe and pulled out his Ray Blaster, glowing into the monster's throat with pink light. The beast was still in the exact same position for a few seconds. It blinked. Then as swift as the wind, it had closed its mouth, jumped up in the air and burrowed underground some four feet away from Shrooblord's bed, followed by some laser fire and burnt grass. Beebo woke up violently.
"What's that? Who's there?" he clamoured, waving his claws about.
"It's nothing," Shrooblord said, "I thought I saw something. Go back to bed."
The next day the company was nearing a small village in the middle of the valley.
"We should be cautious," Shrooblord said, "We do not know what kind of creatures we'll encounter here."
As they walked in, they found the village deserted. There was no life to be found in or around the houses, the plants in the front gardens had all died and gone brown and there was ivy all over the fences and walls. Beebo leaned over a hole in the ground, which must at some time have been a well. It had dried up.
"Charming little hamlet," Shrooblord said, "Right, let's loot the houses for anything useful."
The light jumped out of his crown and hovered in front of his face, giving Shrooblord that same sensation he had had before: it was as if it was turning red.
"It's not like these people are going to use any of it," he said appologetically, "Right, Beebo, I think one of us should stay outside while the other searches a house - just to be safe of anyone sneaking up on us."
When he came out of some of the houses, Beebo had found a few colourful tin cans labelled 'Laundry Detergent' as well as some tasty plums and some sort of elixir. "Jackpot!" he cheered, heaving his hands up high, "Your turn."
After picking a small cottage, the Shroob king went inside. He found a fireplace with ashes on the floor in front of it, next to a small chair facing the window on the far wall. Shrooblord inspected the chair and to his surprise, though not really horror, found a skeleton of a being there in a position that indicated the creature wasn't having a good time in its last moments. Below the window was a small cupboard with a single draw. Inside was what appeared to be some sort of hat, much like an aviation helmet used by pilots. After going through some more things, he left the house, with a thank-you to the dead person as a sign of respect. "Well," he said to Beebo, "I seem to have found a kid's helmet, some sort of metal mallet with the head missing and a pot filled with shiny blue orbs - perhaps candy."
"Too bad," Beebo said, looking smugly at his catch. Then he looked back at Shrooblord and handed him a red can. "Here. I'll take that useless hat of yours and you can have this can. It's red, so I guess it will work on your robe."
Shrooblord cheered up a lot after this sign of friendship and then the company moved onwards, passed a large stone statue, crumbled down to the point where it looked like a pile of gravel. Out of the town, the road ahead looked to be quite obvious: straight on, over another river, passed a dense forest and then hopefully they would arive at the base of the mountains - but they could not tell if this was entirely correct since the forest shrouded the view on the horizon. They walked on like drones, not noticing much and not caring about much else but the blisters on their feet. All the while, the yellow eyes observed them.
