RP: A Shadow Over The Glade

[beebo44]

Beebo felt like something was wrong, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. It's been a long day. he thought to himself. I'm just tired, that's all. But he still couldn't shake off that feeling...
Eventually the company reached the river. It looked much bigger up close. It had to be at least thirty or so meters wide! Beebo looked both left and right, but to no avail did he see a bridge. (I hope that means he couldn't find a bridge) "Well, we either swim across, or we build a raft of some sort." Said Beebo, turning to Shrroblord. "And it doesn't look like the current's on our side."
Beebo started rummagging around in his pockets and pulled out one of the cans he'd found in the village. He was about to throw it away when he saw a small label printed on the side: 'Warning, side-effects of Laundry Detergent include sneezing, itchiness, and superpowers.' "Hey Shrroblord! Check this out!" He passed the can to Shrroblord. "Hmm...interesting," voiced Shrooblord after having read the label. "Very interesting indeed." He passed the can back to Beebo. "I wonder..." Trailed Beebo, flexing his claw. He swiped the top of the can and tipped some onto his palm. The following events saw him change colour and acquire strange jaws connected by a metal chain to their holders. "Awesome!" Exclaimed Beebo, passing the can to Shrooblord. "Try some! But don't use it all, we might need it later." Following upon Beebo's orders Shrooblord tipped some of the contents onto his palm, and the same events that had befallen Beebo started to do their work on Shrroblord. "So what can we do?" Asked Shrooblord, grinning menacingly at the jaws. "If my theory is correct, we should be able to-" but Beebo could not continue his sentence, for one of the jaws had shot from his hand and now gripped a twisted tree on the other side of the river. Going on instinct, Beebo did a run up and leaped at the river. The jaw immediatley started to reel itself in, and Beebo found himself hanging down from the branch on the other side of the bank. "Give it a go!' Yelled beebo across the river. "I thought you'd never ask!' Replied Shrooblord, aiming at a branch near Beebo. In a matter of seconds Shrooblord was hanging down next to him. "That was awesome!" Exclaimed Beebo, but as he said that the jaws on his hands started to dissolve and his colours reverted to normal. Beebo fell to the floor with a thump and Shrooblord came down the same way. "Aww...I wanted to have some more fun!" Said Beebo angrily. "Well lets not dilly-dally on it," replied Shrooblord, already standing up. He started towards the forest and Beebo ran after him.

[Shrooblord]

(I hope that means he couldn't find a bridge)

OOC:
Correct.
Also, I seem to have forgotten that in the early drawings of Shrooblord (above) he has only two claws, like Shroobs do. He has three - one is a thumb-like claw. However, the images are still correct as his thumb and index 'finger' both sit in one finger compartment of the glove.

IC:
As they walked on towards the distant forest, Shrooblord felt a rumble in his stomach.
"I'm hungry," he exclaimed dully and he reached for the pot of what was presumably candy inside his robe. He picked up an orb and just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he heard a faint screech. He paused, lowered his claw, inspected the orb and then casually opened his mouth again to put the food in when he heard the scream once more. He now eyeballed the orb quite rigorously but still could not figure out what was going on. He raised his arm. Screech. He lowered it again. Silence. He did this a few times in a row before he held out his hand and stared at the orb. The white light descended from his crown and inspected it. Then a prickly sensation went through his arm as it had bitten him. The white light was holding up the orb with an arm portruding from its else so flawlessly round surface and it was making shaking movements with another hand in big accusation. Then it continued to pointing at the orb and a mess of shouty noises filled Shrooblord's head. "How could you!", "That poor thing!" and "What were you thinking?!" were frequent phrases. He looked at the orb with misunderstanding written on his face. The white orb tapped the blue one briefly and a blue-shelled encasing dropped to the floor. All of a sudden there was a tiny sparkling being, blue in colour, holding the white orb's hand.
"Oh, wow," Shrooblord said surprised, "I never would have guessed. What are you then? A Ting you say? Alright. I'm sorry I tried to eat you, little Ting. Hey, Beebo, come look at this. It's like a tiny toy fairy come to life."
After some talking back and forth between the white orb and the Ting, the company had come to the conclusion they had to free the other Tings. So the light went to work by tapping all of the remaining blue orbs until they cracked. A whole swarm of luminous creatures was buzzing around the company now. It was getting quite dark too, so this sudden display of light was sure to attract something's attention.
"Alright, guys. You're free - now run along; you're getting us into trouble with that shinyness of yours."
And just like that, the Tings parted. Shrooblord was disappointed he now had absolutely nothing to eat, though he heard a sentence in his head as the white light settled back in the ring of his crown. It was something along the lines of a thank-you combined with the expression of an 'I owe you one', so he was distracted from his rumbling stomach.
"Onwards we go then," Shrooblord sighed, "We should be nearing the edge of the forest tomorrow. Who knows what we'll find in there - better get some good night's rest tonight."

From across the river the hideous creature was once again cursing upon a body of water, shaking its bony fist. With a deep breath and great preporation, it took a massive leap forwards and landed on the other shore, but it was off balance. The monster slipped and soon found itself hanging onto the edge with its hands. The water underneath licked its underside and the creature made a hideous hiss of pain. Swiftly it clasped the ground firm and pulled itself up. With much grumbling and moaning it rubbed its poor underside as it bounced on.

[ikke471]

What shrooblord didn't knew is that this hideus creature was send with a mission, by someone who has been missing for a while....

[Shrooblord]

OOC:
Ah, no. Please don't use Character Control. Nice of you to drop in though - please do continue.

PS
Beebo, since you are now the Original Poster, please edit the title of your very first post to 'RPG: A Shadow Over the Glade' as opposed to 'RE: The Leptys Scepter Quest'.

[ikke471]

OOC:
Ah, no. Please don't use Character Control. Nice of you to drop in though - please do continue.

PS
Beebo, since you are now the Original Poster, please edit the title of your very first post to 'RPG: A Shadow Over the Glade' as opposed to 'RE: The Leptys Scepter Quest'.

OOC:
ok forget what i wrote earlier i could drop in another way

IC:
ikke woke up, but there was a problem!
he was in some kind of forest, he didn't knew the forest but he could've sworn that he saw it before.
"where am I?" said ikke with a surprised look on his face.
just when ikke wanted to scream something he heared voices.. two voices
He ran to the source of the voices to ask where he was.

[Shrooblord]

OOC:
May I ask what species ikke is?
And I do assume the voices are Shrooblord and Beebo, right? It's not like there's anyone else in this RPG anyway.

IC:

Shrooblord was weary after a long day of walking with almost no food. Suddenly a rustling came from the bushes. Out came ikke, running and asking questions. After tiring conditions, Shrooblord's manners had dropped and his natural predator instincts kicked in. He didn't even use his Ray Blaster. He leapt for ikke, jumped right into him and smacked him on the ground. Holding his arms, his big mouth opened and hunger was in his eyes.
"What are you?" he growled most deeply, "Are you food?"
Just as he opened his mouth wide to a terrified ikke, Beebo stepped in and pushed Shrooblord aside and with a helpful gesture got ikke off the ground.
"Never mind him - he's really hungry," he said, "But who are you indeed?"

[ikke471]

OOC: ikke is a human and he looks like this http://ikke471.deviantart.com/#/d49wv7d

IC:
ikke (still in terrified state) told beebo and shrooblord that he was a human but he just woke up in this forest... wich felt strangely familiar to him.
"Now that that is out of the way... who are you guys?" asked ikke
"I also have 2 chocolate bars.. I think you need them more than i do" said ikke wich a friendly smile

[beebo44]

OOC:
I changed the title, but it's not RPG, that stands for Role-playing game. It's just RP. I'd suggest getting a moderator to put your post up the top of the page, that way there's no confusion.

IC:
"I'm Beebo," said Beebo, then he pointed to Shrooblord. "And this is Shrooblord." Beebo looked at the chocolate ravenously. "You want one?' Asked Ikke. Beebo picked one, but took one look at Shrooblord's hunger-filled look and decided it'd be safer to let him have both. He slipped the chocolate back into Ikke's hand, and almost got his hand ripped by Shrooblord's snatchy claws. In a matter of seconds the chocolate bars were gone. Shrooblord suddenly seemed a little friendlier. "Thanks Ikke." Said Shrooblord. "Sorry Beebo, do you still want one?' Said Shrooblord, starting to drag a piece from his throat. "Nevermind," replied Beebo hurriedly. "I'm not hungry anyway." Shrooblord looked suspiciously at Beebo then shrugged. "More for me." Beebo turned to Ikke. "So tell me Ikke, how did you come to be in this forest?" Asked Beebo curiously.

[ikke471]

"well" said ikke "I have no idea, I woke up a second ago in this forest... but I have the feeling i've been here before.. where am I?"
ikke heared a wierd sound behind him (beebo and schrooblord didn't seem to hear the noise) and he turned around.
Ikke saw a wierd green limbless creature with a explorer suit.
When he saw this thing he immediately thought it was dangerous and ran towards it when he started to glow red-ish when running and knocked the thing flying like sonic does with a sonic boost.
"what in the world did I just do?!" asked ikke to nobody perticular
"I never felt something like that it felt like.. Magic" just as ikke said this he felt incredibly tired and fainted.

[Shrooblord]

like sonic does with a sonic boost.

OOC:
Just a general note, I would recommend all people to not use sentences like these, but think of a nice way to describe things without referencing games or films when not in a jokey context - this both looks better and adds more to the creative feel of the story.
... Yes, I'm done with my 'angry rant'.

And actually, Beebs, this is a Role-Playing Game. Not a video game, but a writers' game.

IC:

Shrooblord, now fully energised by this strange substance the human had called 'chocolate', rushed towards ikke to help him off the ground. It was no use - the creature had fainted and passed out completely.
"Well he's no use to us lying on the floor," Shrooblord said and nimbly he picked up ikke and threw him over his shoulder. Surprised of Shrooblord's sudden strength, Beebo stood still staring at him. "You coming?"
As the company walked into the woods, they encountered another green person in a safari suit. He was a bit bigger than the one previously, but he ran off with red eyes and fell into a nearby stream. Beebo had found the experience somewhat bewildering, though he had seen a lot of things since he grabbed the Sceptre so he didn't really think twice about it. The light in the king's crown was stirring uneasily, as it felt certain vibes coming from the body below it. The person to whom this body belonged was also not quite himself. Shrooblord found himself rather twitchy and not as cautious as he'd normally be. As some fierce woodland critters crawled by, he snarled viciously. When the company encountered a giant plat with mouths attached to it, he put ikke down, leapt up to the plant and wrestled it until it surrendered, before picking up the human again. More such events took place and the light didn't like one bit of it.
Later that day they sat down in a small clearing, quite deep into the woods. The side-effects of the chocolate were starting to wear off and Shrooblord got his common sense back. Suddenly he took of his right glove, revealing his purple, three-fingered claws, with terrible, terrible nails, and he shoved it a good way down into his throat. Beebo looked at him in disgust. "What?" Shrooblord said as he pulled out a tiny piece of chocolate as well as a small device from under his robe, "Don't you judge me! I don't judge you for your weird anatomy, now do I?" He pointed at Beebo's shoulders, near the point where he himself had an upper arm. He scanned the chocolate with the device and waited for the results to show up on the little screen. At last they came. A text started to roll over the screen, line by line. It was, of course, in his own language, but it could be translated to something like this:

Scan complete.
Solid structure. Traces of organic decomposition. Primary compounds: phenethylamine and theobromine.
Local name: XOCOLATL
May induce serotonin production.

Suddenly the screen blinked and flashed red.

WARNING!
Serotonine productive capacity exceeds threshold by 285 620 units.
Extreme caution! Solid may induce photophobic-supressors distortion and psychochaotic rage.
Do NOT allow intake!

Shrooblord gulped and put the chocolate in a special compartment of the device. He then proceeded to take a sulliver sample and added it to the device in another compartment. The machine notified Shrooblord of a scan in progress. The results did not please him at all.
"I, er--" he stammered, as Beebo looked up dully, "I've got to, er... I've got a thing."
He then ran clumsily into the forest beyond the clearing. Beebo shot up, shouted his name and followed him in for a few paces, before realising ikke was still in the clearing, unprotected. He hesitated, stepped in to follow Shrooblord, then lowered his ears and made a short hiss as he paced back to the clearing. In a worried state he looked back up as he guarded ikke, staring blankly into the direction Shrooblord had run off to. Something blinked in the sunlight coming faintly from somewhere above the mass of leaves. As Beebo looked down, he saw the device Shrooblord had been holding lying on the ground. He could not figure out what the writing was that was on the screen, but he could derive from the blinking and occassional short sentences marked in red that it could not have been a friendly message.

[Adsolution]

Hold on, do we have two simultaneous threads in the artwork section run by the same people that both involve role-playing huge paragraphs?

[Shrooblord]

Hold on, do we have two simultaneous threads in the artwork section run by the same people that both involve role-playing huge paragraphs?

OOC:
No, Rayfan, there was a mistake in the placing of the first post of this thread. I originally started this thread, but a post was moved in front of it, causing the name to change as well as the author. I will contact a mod to rectify this. Beebo changed the title of his first post so the title of this thread would change, so that's probably where you got confused.

[ikke471]

OOC: ok sorry no references

IC: When ikke opened his eyes he was tired so he closed them agian.
Beebo probably saw this and tried to talk to ikke about a warning and him being aftraid of something.
ikke didn't understood anything of what beebo was saying so he tried to stand up and talk to him.
Now on his feet agian ikke tried to get some normal words out of beebo.


After ikke listened to beebo's story he came to the conclusion that they should go after shrooblord
"That's madness!" beebo screamed.
I've got no choice now do I?" asked ikke "he helped me out when i was ehm.. not able to do anything.. now i'm going to find him and get it even".
Beebo was scared but he also agreed with ikke so they headed the way shrooblord ran....

[beebo44]

OOC:
Oi! Beebo be no coward bro!

IC:
By now it was starting to get dark, though it wasn't like it would be possible to miss the big trail of destruction Shrooblord had left as he rushed through the forest. Beebo's neck prickled. He had the same sensation he'd had a while ago, but this time it was stronger. Beebo started to walk faster and slowly broke into a run. Ikke started jogging behind him, asking what was wrong. At the time though, the feeling of danger and watchful eyes had overwhelmed Beebo and he could hear nothing but the blood pounding in his ears. Finally, Beebo reached a stream and stopped to take in some air. Ikke came stumbling up behind him, panting from the long trek. "What on Earth do you think you're doing!?" Exclaimed Ikke. "Didn't you hear me calling out?" Beebo thought quickly, trying to make up an answer that wouldn't frighten Ikke as much as it had frightened him. "I was...thinking." Beebo cursed at his pitiful excuse for an excuse. (<XD!<) "What could you possibly be thinking enough about to block out the yells I was throwing at you?" Replied Ikke. "I was thinking about what mihght have happened to Shrooblord." Beebo paused, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a small light flickering in the distance, just along the stream. Without another word, beebo stood up and started jogging once more. Once again Ikke started yelling at him, and this time he heard. "Where in god's name are you running!?!" Yelled Ikke from a bit behind. Beebo turned, lifted a finger to his mouth as a way of saying 'shut up', and pointed towards the light. Beebo turned and continued the light...

OOC: I hope you realise that 'light' I mean is your little ball of light, that sits atop your crown.

[Shrooblord]

OOC:
I hope you don't mind I'm completely using Character Control on Beebo... I tend to do hypocritical things like that in RPGs. But as I'm not actually making him do anything signifficant I thought it was okay. If it's not, just say so.

IC:
From behind a bush, Beebo observed the little speck of energy hovering about a single space on the floor quite aimlessly. He inspected the surroundings and then creeped out of the bush. The light was now sitting silently on the floor. A tiny puddle of liquid had accumlated on the space below the orb.
"Are you--?" Beebo asked shocked, "Are you crying?"
The light swayed back and forth and encircled a small patch on the ground. With his claw, the cat-man scratched open a piece of dirt patch there. He found a golden point portruding from the ground. As he excavated more of it, he came to find it was Shrooblord's crown. When presented the item, the light only hovered slightly to the left and right, swaying slowly.
"What happened here?"
Still very slowly, the light hovered towards Beebo's forehead. He instinctively flinched, but when the light remained in its exact position, he carefully brought his forehead forwards towards it. Some kind of extension seemed to form at the surface of the light and it was heading for Beebo's forehead very rapidly, but he could not move nor look anymore. Suddenly, in a flash of light, he was behind the bushes again. Shrooblord was in the clearing, along with the light. Before he even got the chance to inquire what was going on, the light next to his face somehow made a shushing gesture. He heard a voice in his head - it was his own, but it were not his words being said. The voice spoke fair and with few words and sounded almost regal.
We are in a memory. My memory. Observe.
Shrooblord was in the middle of a small glade created by a fallen tree. He was nervously looking around him and pulled off his glove as he inspected his arm. It was not the purple colour his face was, but rather a darker, oily colour. Beebo thought he could see smoke rising from the arm, but before he could look any closer, Shrooblord pulled the glove on tight again. The light next to the king was darting around nervously, as if it had sensed something. Suddenly, Shrooblord straightened his back. Slowly he turned as something was holding his leg. Beebo saw a skeletal hand sticking out of the ground. Another had now come out and was starting to push up something from under the surface. He was just about to jump up and swipe his claws at it when the voice returned.
We cannot interfere. Observe.
Shrooblord pulled his Ray Blaster at the creature slowly rising from under the ground, but something made him drop it and grab his arm in pain. The creature fully emerged and a monstrosity was facing Shrooblord with jaws wide open. The light tried to attack the creature, but with one of its eyes it caused it to drop down on the floor and render it immobile. Fear was not on Shrooblord's face. It looked more like some sort of longing, an emotion quite bluntly described as joyful waiting. His eyes narrowed, his mouth opened and he hissed in a language Beebo did not understand.
"Nas san cezar!"
He heaved his arms and so did the creature. Black smoke suddenly envelopped both and the last thing Beebo saw was both of them rushing at each other in a lunge. The smoke cleared and both were gone. There was only the crown left buried in the ground and the light, which was now curiously and desperately looking around itself.

Beebo was back next to ikke, holding the crown.
"What do we do now?" he asked the light. It responded only by dull flickering; it had no ideas either. Beebo looked at the crown and stared ahead in deep thought. The Electoon in his hair rushed down and grabbed the light violently, before continuing to pull it upwards into Beebo's hair. Then it patted near the place where it had sat down.
"Yeah, sure," Beebo said, "you can sit there too."

OOC:
Don't worry I'll still have someone to write about in my next post. Just you wait, just you wait...

[ikke471]

"what in the world happened here!?" screamed ikke with a puzzeling face.
When he saw beebo's sad face he was kinda afraid of what the answer might be.
Then he saw the light and the little pink creature, ikke recognized this creature right away... It was a electoon.
How do I know this? Asked ikke to himself.
He also remembered that they give great power to the ones who are mighty enough to absorb their power...
Ikke was thinking about this when hè suddenly remembered why he was here.. Shrooblord, The creature who saved his life.
"he isn't dead right?" cried ikke.
"He... He saved my live.... I...I" ikke began to cry
he remebered something, The electoon...
He grabbed the pink creature and began to study it.
He felt great power and incredible fear.
"HELP ME!" it screamed "He is capable of absorbing me!"
ikke let the little guy alone to think about all the things that just happened...

[Shrooblord]

Somewhere, in a deep dark lair, possibly miles under the surface of the planet, a shadow moved across the walls of a large palace wall. Two eyes glowed red in anger in the deep blackness of the room. From across the hall, two other red eyes stared back hopelessly and unforgiving. On the ground lay a hat, a purple and maroon hat, with the stitchings of a star on it coming loose and drooping on the ground. There was a metal emblem lying next to it, resembling some sort of eye. The smell of burnt flesh and sound of something brittle cracking up in the heat was coming from the hearth at the far end of the wall, close to the shadow of the first creature. In some evil tongue, the two were discussing. It wasn't English, but it could be translated to something along the lines of:
"I saved you, didn't I?"
"That you did, but at what cost? You shouldn't have done that. I still can't believe you did."
"Toss your prejudices aside! I am no different than you are."
"Yes you are! You are--" the voice of the second being paused, "You are a shadow of some sort."
The first creature standing by the hearth straightened its back when it heard the word 'shadow'. It glanced back over its shoulders and then turned around again to face the fireplace.
"A shadow, perhaps - but what does that make you? A body, a pure being?" The creature raised its voice: "What do you cast on the floor now, if I have parted you? Tell me, 'Lurrhem', 'your higness', 'excellence'."
The second creature looked away. The first one turned sharply.
"No, really, tell me. I'm dying to hear what you've got to say. Or do you want to end up like that thing I saved you from?"
The creature stepped aside to reveal the fuel inside the fire. The second creature's eyes stared at the shape melting away in the heat. A snap was heard as the first creature ripped off a piece of the material sticking out of the flames. It tossed it at the being at the other end of the room, who caught it and stared at it in thought. The thing disgusted it. It was hot and smelly and brittle and belonged to something that had tried to kill it - but he could still recognise its shape, its function, what it had once been. The shadow lined it up with one of its fingers. It had a surprising similarity to one of its own. The creature shuddered.
"Or have the two of you suddenly become buddies, now that he's gone?"
The second fired an angry stare back as it put away the flimsy remains under a place in its clothing.
"What will you do now? They will come looking for me eventually. They will find me."
The first creature laughed. "They won't have to. You will find them. I'll let you go now." The shadow hesitated. "Unless there's something you wanted to know from me?"
"Why? Why have you come back?"
The first creature stepped towards the second and halted right next to its face. Their glowing eyes stared deep into each other's.
"My dear friend, I've never been gone. Now, you will need to return."
"I will come for you."
"No, you won't. You won't remember me. You won't even remember ever being gone. You will just return as if nothing had happened."
"That won't make a whole lot of sense for the others; they'll know something's up."
"No worries. I've taken care of that. Bye now."
The first creature snapped its fingers. The room went pitchblack.

As he opened his eyes, Shrooblord found himself among some creatures scuttling around his body on the forest floor. He gently brushed a few off his body and then got up. He had no idea where he was. There were no valid points of recognition anywhere around him. Suddenly he remembered the items he had recovered from the cottage back in that ghost town. He grabbed the empty glass jar and read the inscription the Tings had made on it before leaving:
If you ever need our help again,
Don't hesitate to shout.
Yell 'Yip-Yip, read my lips;
Come here and help, my little Flips'
And we'll be sure to come around.
He picked a tree he deemed suitable and climbed it all the way to the top. There he shouted out the chant he had been given. He waited there for a short while before trying again, but to no avail. No one Ting came to help him, but surely there must have been dozens around in the forest alone. Good lot of help that did him. He now remembered the metal mallet. For no reason at all he tried utilising this as a way to make some sort of clamour by bashing it against the tree. After a few hits he accidentally rammed a button on it into the tree while his fingers made contact with the endpiece. A flash of light and a low-pitched pulse emerged from the end of the mallet. A flare was falling down in the skies above.
"Would you look at that," Shrooblord said, "They're bound to notice that, wherever they are."
Content with the results of the signal, he climbed back down and made an engraving on the tree stem. It was an arrow pointing in the direction where he then continued to walk in. He thought that must be the way back to Beebo and ikke, but he really didn't know, so he just left a few clues as to where he was heading, should he be heading in the wrong direction.

[beebo44]

OOC: Someone on another forum just raged at me for saying five words of character control: Pichu hot at his heels. *Facepalm.*

IC:
After a few minutes of disbelief, rage at the floating ball of light, apologies, and a few tears from both Beebo and Ikke they set off to find Shrooblord.

A while later, after having trekked for hours, first light started to pour in through the cracks in the makeshift ceiling of branches. Sunrise came unnoticed though, for Beebo had his mind set on that thing he'd seen take Shrooblord. Not looking where he was going, Beebo inevitably crashed into the trunk of a tree. Pulling his sap-strewn face out of the bark, Beebo became aware of Ikke chuckling behind him. He immediatley turned and pinned Ikke down. Even with this sudden attack Ikke burst out laughing. "And what might I ask is so-" But Beebo never got to finish his sentence, for what he had seen made him lose his place. Ikke followed Beebo's sight-line until he too gasped. There, on that singular tree trunk was an arrow. An arrow engraved into the trunk, pointing in the direction they'd been heading. Beebo stood up and walked over to the tree. He stared at the arrow, and remembered seeing some sort of symbol on Shrooblord's crown. he pulled it out and compared the two pictures. Almost exactly the same amount of artisitc sense, except the arrow was a little rushed, as if the person who had engraved it was in a hurry to get going. Beebo turned to Ikke, and saw no need for words. At almost the same time they both started to run faster than they'd ever ran in the direction of the arrow...

[Shrooblord]

OOC:
Oh god that's awful. How can you be expected to utter your creative talent if you can't even reference another character? Oh, I know! Use that creativity here!

By the way, you can find Shrooblord yourself in your next post - I don't need to be the one finding myself.

IC:
Shrooblord eventually came to a large rock face and decided to sit down and lean against it, to wait for the others to find him, if they ever would. He was weary from the long journey behind him and hungry from the lack of food. That substance he had eaten had worn him out, but he had survived! In some sense of the word, at least. He thought. But what is surviving? What is being a alive? Is it--
Just before his next thoughts trailed, he was snapped into concious caution by the sound of earth bursting open and the smell of dead meat. Four pairs of skeletal hands rose from the ground before him and grey-green creatures started to emerge from it. Fully emerged, they slowly bounce towards Shrooblord, who backed up all the way until he was flat against the wall. He hissed, threatened and waved with his claws, but his energy was gone and his attempts did not convince the assaulters. Slowly they bounced closer and closer. He drew his Ray Blaster, but with a nimble leap one of the creatures grabbed it out of his claws and gobbled it up in mid-air. Fortunately it did not like the taste of it and spat it out immediately, but out of Shrooblord's reach. If they come close enough, he thought, I will pull out that thing Beebo gave me. That'll take care of three of them, or at least two... maybe. If I can just distract them enough to make them unaware of my actions for just a second, I will have them right where I want them.
"Why are you doing this?" he tried.
One of the creatures seemed to smile at this question, as if it had been one it had hoped to hear posed. It reached into the ground, pulled out a piece of cloth and threw it over to Shrooblord. It sailed through the air and landed on his head. He inspected the hat. It was maroon in colour, with purple stripes and circles. There was the impression some kind of stitching had made once, in the shape of a five-point star.
"I see."
Shrooblord grabbed a metal emblem he had under his robes, which was attached to a bony finger. He did not know why he did this, he didn't even know how that thing had come to be under his robes, but it was, and it seemed to calm down the creatures in front of him, if only for an instant. Suddenly the hate in their eyes was fueled with a lust for revenge and they paced up towards him more quickly. The king saw more pairs of arms starting to rise from the ground and watched the bushes as yellow eyes gazed at him from all directions. The creature at the front of the pack opened its fourth and fifth eye and spread its jaws open wide, while it made an inviting gesture with its skeletal claws. Shrooblord winced. He grabbed the gun and switched it to the lowest setting, so it would overheat less quickly and he could use it more before it ran out. Then he powered it up, aimed and prayed for a false god to come for him.

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Then before shrooblord even could fire his ray-gun, a blut began to wipe all the monsters out.
Shrooblord immediately recognized the blur it was ikke's wierd boost thingy.
When all the monsters were pushes to the ground or launched in the air ikke stopped next to shrooblord.
" 'sup dude long time no see" screamed ikke when he stopped his boost.
Beebo ran towards shrooblord, he was (just like ikke) out of breath an tired like hell.
Ikke quickly ate some sort of orange cracker to regain all of his stamina and energy.
"bring it on!" he screamed to the monsters, and he prepared for the fight.