Recent content by Pomrick Bloomsfield

Pomrick took the parchment, at first blinking with befuddlement. Then, when he looked the image over, his eyes widened like saucers, mouth drooping open. What--what were these horrible abominations? He hardly dared imagine what one would look like in the flesh. Or . . . carapace . . ...

Pomrick widened his eyes with fear. From what he'd seen, he believed him. Just who were these people his master had gotten him entangled with? A wordless, stifled groan of woe came from him, whimpering quietly in the corner. His machete clanged against the wall. He just wanted to go home...

"Um, yes," Pomrick mumbled, so low as to be barely coherent. He staggered into the room as if drunk or beaten, though there were no bruises to find on him. Awkwardly hugging himself, he hovered in the corner, throat tight with shame and fear, eyes stinging with tears. He would have liked to...

Blind date in Elbion Pomrick awoke with a sudden intake of breath. His eyes lagged behind his dawning consciousness; blinking, fluttering and rolling around in his head until they found purchase on the stone ceiling. He lay in his dormitory, near buried in stacks of books and scrolls he was...

Pomrick swallowed, closed his eyes, prayed to Astra and tried to banish any question mark from his speech. "I . . ?" No, no good. Try again. He cleared his cracking throat and willed it a tone deeper. Steadier. "I hear. You. I hear you." Nothing like nodding vigorously to cement his...

"Uh, I uh--" A shake shook him back to what he was supposed to say. He put his tongue in line, laboriously. "I -- I hear you . . ?" Reven

Fear tied a knot in his throat, made him helpless in Reven's grip. Suddenly he wasn't too worried about crates anymore. Tears blinked into his eyes, both frightened and humiliated and with no immediate response. The bigger danger than rampaging crates seemed to be staring him in the face, less...

"Wha--?" Pomrick queried as he was hauled away. "What!" he cried more insistently, before the door shut and muffled his protests to the others. He peered at Reven through his ill-fitting helmet, watery eyes goggling for purchase on the other's face. He had a terrible feeling that he had done...

This time, the spell landed true. Pomrick was in the middle of explaining himself hastily when the sleeping spell struck him, eyes looking with fright and awe at the bent rod and the poofing arcana before the maester's pertubed nullification: "Maester Vaezhasar! I dunno what happened, I swear...

"I think we are. Crates attracted to magic, attacking travellers on the road, right? I mean, granted, I mostly see them down the docks. The, uh, the inert ones at least. I once saw one smash down right next to a sailor, who was boarding a ship. He could have had a concussion, and that was just...

Pomrick narrowed his eyes. He worked hard to compose himself in his most stoic and serious frames. Which resulted in his nose scrunching up weirdly with his eyes, mouth puckering upward like he had misplaced something. A pack of crates. Now that was difficult to imagine. He wondered if they had...

"Idon'tknowbutitcan'tbegooood!" Pomrick squealed. As his own chaotic energy merged with that of the rod, those poor souls would see intermittent flashes of Pomrick's saucer-eyed face and Spear Thistle's erratic hair. Both screaming profusely. Besides inflicting nightmares of himself upon...

A stunned silence followed Mirthwind's explanation. This discussion was beyond most of the students. Certainly Pomrick. But that didn't deter him from chipping in: "So that's what it is. I thought my body just turned to air. I get this puffy feeling in my stomach after--" "Yes, thank you...

Pomrick peered at Mirthwind. The students gawped at Mirthwind. Krellos stared at Mirthwind. For a few beats, one could hear a pin drop in the Hall of Nullification, as if the chamber itself was left in stunned silence. Pom-pom, the Arcane Piggy, Pomrick Squirrel-head, having a profound...

Finally, it seemed Krellos and Mirthwind would agree on something. Indeed, in the tail of Mirthwind's baleful stare, Krellos swept past his students like a storm of rippling blue cloth and staff stomping the floor for silence. "Many of you will have less dignified defeats! An arcane duel is...