User:Ymheshphilun

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"Those below accept him as a master. Those above don't realize it yet." ~Zedreth, on Ym

"What th--AGH IT'S GOT MY LEG! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhfdsatgslfds" ~Drunken Fool, on being eaten by Ym

"The bug? I don't like him. However, I would much rather be an ally than an enemy when in battle with him." ~Teira, on Ym

"Never. Again." ~Riss, on fighting Ym

"*almost singsong* A little rip here, a little slice there. Before you know it, your mind will be torn to pieces." ~Ym, to Teira, making typical threats.

"Interesting but kinda scary. Though he doesn't scare me, of course. I think he thinks he's special! Aha~. Which is so not true. I'll find working bug spray for him eventually!" ~Kirien, probably about Ym

"I respect any bug who could kill a dire bear and live to eat it." ~Athxess, on Ym

"He's my leader, my controller... We are -one-." ~Ramsi, on Ym

"You'd think that thing would be harmless, but sheesh-oh-mighty! Nuh-uh, he didn't even help me out of the flames! Those eyes... I couldn't stop staring at them... he was dragging me in. They were two lifeless dark pits. Eh, golly..." ~Judith, on guess who

"The bug is a very interesting creature. Confusing, by all means--if nothing else, it will be when you try to count the legs." ~Veriun, on Ym

"Ahhhh.. its touching my brain!!" ~Dawn, on Ym's method of communicating effectively

More quotes to come!

Description

Lo! 't is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years.
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.


They gathered around the campfire, in the dead of night. A group of travelers whose paths had crossed this day, who had set up their tents in about the same place. For whatever reason, they were restless this evening, and none were ready to sleep. Nobody was sure exactly why, but it was as if there was something that needed to be done.

“So...” began Lharis, a middle-aged man who traveled this way often, “anyone have any stories to tell?”

“They've all been told, really,” replied an old woman who went by the name Majia.

Lharis thought about that for a moment. “True,” he said after a bit. “Everyone's stories are all the same.”

Zedreth scoffed. “Not mine,” he said. He was a tall, strong fellow, from out of town. “I've got a new story.”

“Is it scary?” asked Harold, a youth who was Lharis' apprentice.

“Quite,” replied Zedreth. “It's very scary.”

Harold grinned. “I like scary stories.”

Majia made a face. “It's dark enough as it is.”

“Exactly,” replied Harold. “That makes it more fun.”

Zedreth narrowed his eyes. “This tale is not to be taken lightly. People have died because they were ignorant of what I am about to say.”


Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly;
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their condor wings
Invisible Woe.


“There was a group of people,” Zedreth began, “several adventurers who were going to explore some caves nearby. Hunting for precious metals, I believe they were. They took all necessary supplies: weaponry, food, water, clothing, et cetera. They weren't expecting any trouble, but they were still careful.

“As they entered the cavern, one of them mentioned it being rather warm inside. They took this as a good sign, for where the walls are warm, the rocks could be easier to dig out. They lit their torches and set out, heading deeper into the earth, searching for their rocks.

“It was a long way before anything of interest happened. They were careful and considerate, and nothing went wrong for them.”

“If nothing went wrong,” interrupted Majia, “why are you saying people have died?”

“Let him finish,” put in Lharis.

With a nod to the man, Zedreth continued. “Finally, one of them struck a vein of iron. They were excited, happy. Mining started in earnest, chipping away at the rock. They laughed and sang; their spirits were high. Everything was going well.”

“Until...?” asked Harold, excitedly.

Zedreth rolled his eyes condescendingly at Harold. “Until nothing. Once they'd finished their business there, they left a marker and continued, rather content. Who's the one that knows the story here?”

Harold groaned. “You said this was going to be a scary story.”

Lharis rapped the youth soundly over the head, and Harold stilled.


That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot;
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.


“Thank you. One of them pointed out a corner. 'Here,' he said, 'let's go this way!' So they went down that path. The last person had taken but two steps into the path when a huge stone dropped into place behind them. BANG!” Everyone jumped at Zedreth's sudden shout. “The torches flickered, and the air began going stale almost immediately. They started hammering on the stone, but it wouldn't budge and only broke their picks. There was no choice but to move forward.

“As they continued, a torch went out entirely. The walls seemed to close in around them, the shadows almost palpable now. The walls were getting hotter, which was odd.”

By now Zedreth had them on the edge of their seats.

“One of them stopped. He was a smaller fellow, didn't have the lungs of the others. He couldn't go any further, and just sort of collapsed. The others picked him up and helped him along—they couldn't stop, or they'd suffocate.

“Another torch went out. By now, there was only one left. Things were starting to look strange to the group—the shadows twisted wildly, the rocks were transformed into strange creatures. Paranoia set in; they jumped at every corner.

“On one of these occasions, someone accidentally threw the torch. It wasn't technically her fault, for the startle was a sudden one and her palms were sweaty and slippery. The flame flew across the room, and by a spectacular stroke of bad luck struck a pocket of methane or something, for there was a massive fireball. Fire flew everywhere; sticky, burning residue lighting up the room, the air quality instantly dropping. But in the darkness, someone yelled that they actually saw something move. 'It was huge and black', he said. 'Honestly, I saw something!'”

“Well, it didn't take long for the air in the room to run out, and soon they all passed out. Nobody expected to wake up again.”


But see amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude:
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And over each quivering form
In human gore imbued.


“But they obviously did, right?” asked Lharis, after a long pause from Zedreth.

“Oh, certainly. The girl who flung the torch woke up first. There was no light, no sound other than her own breathing. Until she heard a deep rumbling noise, long and slow, like that of some giant beast breathing in the darkness. She whimpered, and the rhythm of the sound changed. A skittering, whispering noise, like a million spiders crawling over the rocks suddenly started up, and it grew closer. Closer, closer...”

Everyone was almost standing by now, they were so into it.

“And then, something touched her from the shadows. It was hard, but flexible, and felt it's way over her form, like the antennae of some giant insect. She couldn't help but scream at it's touch, for it was completely alien to her.

“This woke up the others. They called out to her, asking her what was wrong. She couldn't answer coherently, she was so scared. And then, there was another scream. It was the most terrible noise any of them had ever heard, for it was as loud as a dragon's roar and echoed endlessly inside their heads, pounding their bodies with sound. They copied the scream as best they could—not because they tried, but because they were in so much pain. After the sound ceased, they couldn't hear anything at all, unable to call to each other for help.

“The girl tried to stand, only to have webbing flung at her from the shadows, binding her to the wall. Something pierced her shoulder, and she rapidly started to lose feeling in her body. After ten seconds, she went totally limp. Whatever it was, the creature in the darkness must have been able to see her.

“It bit down on her torso, it's jaws huge and powerful, crushing her ribs and ripping at her body. She tried, but couldn't even scream anymore, the thing in the darkness was ripping her apart. As her lifeblood dripped on the ground, her life flashed before her eyes. It didn't help, of course—she was dead in moments.

“The others couldn't hear as the thing in the darkness devoured her, for their ears were still ringing from the blast of that terrible scream. The next one in line tried to escape but a sudden impact knocked him down. A jet of black goo had flown from the monster's mouth, and when it touched him it exploded.

“The sudden rush of flame gave them light enough to see the beast that held them captive. It was huge and black and serpentine, perhaps fifty feet long. It had rippling rows of legs that pulsed down the length of it's body, and huge claws up by it's head. It was a titanic centipede, and it was eating the flaming man now!”

Lharis gasped, Harold's mouth dropped open, and Majia snorted derisively.

“You expect us to believe this is true?” she said. “Who ever heard of such a thing as a giant centipede?”

Zedreth silenced her with a look. “The screams of the terrified adventurers went unheard in the cave—there would be nobody to save them from the beast. Once it had finished eating the man, the fires went out—there was complete darkness again. No escape, not even hope of it.

“As the third person in the group was attacked by the monster, he realized that something was different here. It wasn't trying to eat him—it's antennae were passing over his form, trying to find something on him perhaps. Finally, the feelers went up to his ears... and pushed inwards, blasting their way down through his aural tract and into his skull, reaching deeper and deeper until they touched the man's brain itself.”

Harold looked queasy. “Ewww.”

“Once it touched him, it's mind began to invade his own. Sickening, agonizing visions swarmed through his head as the centipede slowly took over his mind. He tried to scream, but couldn't; he tried to fight, but his limbs wouldn't respond. It ate away as his psyche, and at the end of the torment all that was left of him was a shell.

“But the creature wasn't finished with this. It placed a new personality into the broken man's head, and with a lurch he stepped out, towards the last remaining being. Neither of them could see, but the centipede monster was guiding his zombie-like servant towards the other man. They fought, the sane one lost.

“As he lay there dying, the zombie said something—but they weren't his words, they were the words of the bug. 'It's finished,' it said. 'You've lost.' Despair set in then. But he didn't have to sit there wallowing in misery for long. The monster ate him, too.”

There was a long pause. “Wait, that's it?” asked Lharis. “That's how the story ends?”

Zedreth turned a look on Lharis. “Perhaps,” he said. “But haven't you felt it? This night is unnaturally still. It's why we're all restless this evening. Almost as if something is watching us...”

Majia growled. “I've had enough.” She got up and stormed away. Only moments later she screamed in terror and burst back into the firelight.

“What is it?” asked Lharis, getting up, looking concerned.

Majia panted for breath. “I... I think I saw it!”

Harold smirked. “Oh please. Like this kind of thing doesn't happen all the time.”

Nobody had the opportunity to answer him as a stream of webbing flew from the darkness, adhered to his ankle and dragged him away. He was screaming the whole time.

Lharis rushed after him, only to find himself blasted back by a ball of sticky fire. He roared as he burned, in pain and rage.

Zedreth grinned. He knew what was going to happen, how futile their struggles were. He knew the power that was being unleashed upon them.

He knew none of those fools would survive.


Out—out are the lights—out all!
And over each quivering form
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

Stats

A picture of Ym, drawn by the spectacular Alexa. <3

Name: Ymheshphilun

Race: Scolopendra Primamplio

Length: 50+ ft.

Weight: Very heavy~.

Weaponry: Claws, jaws, webbing, venomous darts, exploding spit, telepathic antennae (he has to touch the brain directly, though), zombies, other cool stuff

Abilities: Quick healing, power scream, lots of stamina, minor Spirit powers (sponsored by Kumorohyou!, the biggest dealer of all your soul-finding supplies), disguise illusion (sponsored by Reece!, everyone's favorite candy-flavored illusionist)

Personality traits: Control freak, occasionally childish, prone to temper tantrums, enjoys inflicting pain and terror on people, has strange emotions, thinks extremely quickly

OOC stuff

Lyrics are "The Conqueror Worm", by Edgar Allen Poe.

Funny moments!

Kain ooc Here we are, in the tavern, battling a huge centipede, dismembered zombie parts wiggling around, and Peku's asking where the honeymoon's going to be. LOL Too funny!

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You told Lenobia, "ooc: 0_o Oookaaayyy...?"

Veriun told you, "ooc not ok."

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Ymheshphilun said OOC, "You know what feels good? When you're feeling low on potassium and then eat a banana, and then sorta feel the nutrients seep through your body and make you feel all better."

Veriun said OOC, "strangely enough, i know what you mean, ym"

Lucia said OOC, "... I am very curious how to pronounce that goshawful name..."

Lucia said OOC, "That's like something I would name one of my kids as a punishment for being conceived..."

Basil said OOC, "I imagine it sounding something like a sneeze."

Ymheshphilun said OOC, ":D It feels nice. Lucia, Sato just calls me Phil. "

Satoshi said OOC, ">.> yeah... I pronounce it kind of like Basil said. Like I'm sneezing while trying to say 'Phil'."

Ymheshphilun said OOC, "It could just be that I'm high on potassium, but that was really funny. I am posting any funny comments I see about my name on the wiki."

Ginger said OOC, "I think it's. . ."I'm Hesh, feelin' it?""

Senka said OOC, "Either a sneeze or someone eating with their mouths full of food."

Lucia said OOC, "Eem-hesh-phil-oon. Eye-m-hesh-phil-oon... uhn...? *dies* Terrible! Cruel!"

Ymheshphilun said OOC, "Close, Lucia. Yim is the first syllable, I think."

Loakax said OOC, "Yim-esh-phil-un?"

Lucia said OOC, "Yim-hesh-fill-uhn? Hrrm..."

Lucia said OOC, "... and Senka... it would be awfully difficult to eat with one's mouth empty of food, though."

Solidad said OOC, "I always jsut call him Y-guy... but then for some reason I start thinking of the little mario bad guys... >.>"

(Provided by Basil--thanks!)

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Chaine told you, "[ooc] What's good sir?"

You told Chaine, "ooc: I recommend the lobster rolls. Or the shrimp salad. Or the salmon fillet. They're all quite excellent tonight and it just so happens that we're having a special deal--tonight you get a free dessert if you order one of those."

Chaine told you, "[ooc] Sounds delectable! However, I much prefer the STEAMED CENTIPEDE over a bed of greens, if you have that about."

You told Chaine, "ooc: Excellent choice. But he's not very angry tonight. Maybe tomorrow he'll be more frustrated for you. ^_^ (lol puns)"

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Shoutouts!

Alexa: For drawing Ym a picture~! For free! You're so awesome. Seriously.
Judith: For being awesome and playing Ramsi with Ym. That was a lot of fun.
Teira: I dunno if I need a reason to put you here. Aside from, of course, everything. <3
Kirien: Limb for limb rawr~!
Veriun: ...yeah. I'm pretty sure that most of our conversation can be understood only by us. :D
Zedreth: Best friend oocly, awesome character. ^_^
Tsukiko: We plan, we scheme, you're great. <3 Get back here!
Awne: For being the first and so far only person to turn the tables on Ym's mind games long-term. Also, because you're just great. :D
Juliette: Great RPer, tons of fun, <3 you.
Kumorohyou: For teaching Ym a bunch of new tricks and helping write some pretty schweet backstory. You're awesome.
Erik: You know exactly why you're here. Six-to-eight-hour-long-RP. Yeah. :D
Guyon: For hosting an incredibly epic group RP and just generally being cool. Have my sunglasses, you've earned them. B)
Letha: Where did you go?! *cry* Get back here, you make me lol! <3

And of course if I've forgotten anybody please let me know. You know who you are, as they say.