Eg, Lucy Prentice's first appearance:
Centre for High Energy Research, University of Cambridge, Cambridge, 2009
"The energy read-outs are green, Dr Weissmuller"
The short, balding man in white lab coat, spectacles and moustache looked up at
the beautiful young brunette bending over the read-out VDU.
"Thank you, Miss Prentice."
He turned to the curvaceous Scandinavian blonde stationed at a second screen.
"Dr Espen, how is coil integrity?"
The blonde looked up and nodded.
"Integrity is good, Dr Weismuller."
A surge of anticipation went through Dr Jacob Weissmuller. After all these days
- today was the day! To create an actual Wormhole, albeit for little more than
the Planck Instant - to prove it could be done! The Nobel Prize for Physics...
Weissmuller turned from the screens to survey the assembled gaggle of
scientists.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Today we make history!"
Jacob turned to the central terminal and, without further ado, pressed the Big
Red Button...
*BANG*
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Dr Jacob Weissmuller:
Barbarian Altanis hex 1311 Day 1 - Ragnar the Tharbrian
Ragnar the Slave Guard, formerly of the Grimalon Plains, more recently of Antil,
is breathing hard as he climbs higher through the dusty red hills. It has been
hours since he saw any of his pursuers, the armoured cavalry of Antil, and
longer since he saw any of his erstwhile companions, the gladiator slaves he
aided in their revolt against their cruel Antillian overlords. Many of the
gladiators were Tharbrian, like himself, and the female ones were treated in a
manner that affronts the honour of any true-blooded Tharbrian warrior... Still,
he can't but suspect he might have made a mistake...
A stone rolls down, past his head.
Ragnar looks up, up the rocky slope, and sees an amazing sight! A beautiful
girl, shapely as any amazon, is bounding down the slope towards him at amazing
speed! Brunette, naked but for a tiny piece of cloth at her loins, her eyes are
wide with fear. And it's not hard to see why! Coming after her, hot on her
heels, is the black-furred, bestial form of an enormous ape!
Now the girl sees Ragnar and her running slows, and she hesitates as if he
seemed to her as much a threat as the great ape behind her, intent upon seizing
this luscious booty for its own foul ends!
The ape will be on her in moments...
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Lucy Prentice of CHER:
Re: Barbarian Altanis hex 1311 Day 1 - Katie Caballo
Consciousness returns slowly to Katie Caballo. There's a weight on her chest...
Cautiously she opens her eyes, blinking against the strong and unexpected
sunlight. She's outside, a clear blue sky above - the dark specks of a couple
of birds wheeling high overhead. The sun is high in the sky, but the light
seems redder than normal - almost like sunset?
The weight - she looks down - the weight is the body of old Professor
Weissmuller, lying on top of her! He's asleep, or unconscious. And apart from
his rather greyish underpants, he's naked!
A quick check reveals that apart from her panties, Katie is naked, too!
Moving Prof Weissmuller gently aside, Katie takes in a gulp of air - hot, dry,
slightly dusty - and looks around. She's in a rocky bowl-shaped depression,
red, craggy hills rising all around. It looks a bit like Greece, only redder -
red like Arizona? But she is - was? - in Cambridge, England!
Around her, in a ring about 40' wide, are standing stones - dolmens - each about
6-8' high, shaped like crude spear-tips. Katie looks around. Behind her, only
about 4' from her head, is a long low block of white marble - somehow she knows
immediately it's an altar. And the dried brown substance in the cracked stone
indicate its use is sanguinous - blood sacrifice.
Dr Weissmuller stirs slightly, muttering inaudibly in his sleep.
Other than that, all is silence. Yet Katie suddenly has the strong feeling
she's being watched...
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Re: Barbarian Altanis hex 1311 Day 1 - Ranvik of Altanis
Arriving on the eastern coast of the Antillian Peninsula some months ago;
Ranvik, mercenary warrior of Altanis, had stayed for time with a local Altanian
tribe whose clan-hold lies in the southern Windgod hills (in hex 1313), hard by
the eastern slopes of the great mountain Lagh Anon. Aiding them in slaying a
great demon-vulture, a Chaos Spawn that had lately taken to preying on their
sheep-herds - and shepherdesses - Ranvik had won reknown, and a place of honour
among them, his distant kinfolk.
But at last, as always, it is time to move on. So now Ranvik is moving north
through the hills, in the direction of Antillian territory - cursed Antillians,
it would satisfy him to end a few! But he is cautious, like all his sort. His
eyes scan the sky, for demon-vultures and for the winged Windriders, humanoid
allies of the Antillians, said to dwell near these parts.
Thus it is that for a moment he does not see the figure, kneeling by the clear
blue pool in the dell ahead, until he is almost upon her! Such mistakes can
mean death - but luckily the figure is crouched over with her back to him,
apparently oblivious as she cups water from the pool and drinks eagerly, with
the desperation of thirst, so that much runs down her chin and neck, wetting her
body.
Ranvik has time to pause, and take her in properly. The young woman seems
entirely naked, with the long blonde hair of a Skandik or Tharbrian, and the
lush, voluptuous curves of a dryad or love goddess - it does occur to Ranvik
that she could be a water-spirit, potentially dangerous. There seems something
very human about her, though he cannot see her face. And surely a local spirit
would already have sensed his approach? An escaped slave? But there is no
collar, brand, or other marking - and the Antillians are known to always do
such.
Ranvik considers...
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Dr Malene Espen of CHER:
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Game Mind-Map:
Lord Myuni of Karak:
The Ape-Men:
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