The Journeys of La’Padre Ekkelstein Chapter 1 - The Blue Monkeys
Date: 2082.11.17 “Suffer the ale no longer to the barrels, you sloths! The chill is upon us. Divide them as if they were the spoils of war, for tonight we will live on! Tomorrow, we will have a d@mn blue imp or I’ll burn this accursed forest as a heathen spitting on the gods!” cried out La’Padre Ekkelstein standing before his tired and frozen-cold crew.
The benumbed draughts moved hail along its breaths as gobs of iced-spit. Each stream of air battered the unyielding gentleman-barbarian captain as he raised his 44-caliber revolver to the sky and fired a single belligerent round into it. The night sky ripped along the trail of the bullet creating an unnatural streak of light which glowed for an instant and then melded away slowly.
"Not only is the island possesed," thought the fatigued commander, "but also the odious heavens above."
“To the pit-flames with fear!” challenged La’Padre, “We are the crew of The Chaplain’s Burden and no heaven or hell will have us without a struggle! Break out the ale, Asan and let our throats know warmth for this moment more!”
Jamming his revolver into his holster perched beneath his well-worn Victorian jacket he grabbed his hunting knife and gave it to his crew member to use for ‘popping’ the first hard barrel of stone-rum.
The handsome nectar flowed into goblet and mug alike for each of his small number of men seeking courage and comfort from the eerie cold of this mysterious Themusen island chain protecting the targets of their hunt. The men rampaged with song and dance bringing their campsite to life with laughter as fear dissolved into strength with the same belligerence displayed by their leader; the song of riches became their anthem.
“The men are satisfied” thought the Captain rising from his cushioned foot-stool used as a makeshift seat. He hated the frozen sand beneath his boot as much as the mocking sky and the howls of the unholy wind.
His gray streaked blond-brown hair crawled unkept across his face splitting just enough to allow his gaze through the darkness to force a return gander from the eyes of his most trusted sci-tech officer, Dr. Clockworthy. A short pitch of his head diagonally commanded the scrawny scientist to follow him without words. Clockworthy was the only crew member not drinking, so the walk with his Captain would be welcomed.
The two stood at the edge of the camp just far enough from the flames so that the gloom of darkness could crawl upon their very shadows. Clockworthy pressed the top of his left cuff button causing it to jump from its placement unfolding small brass legs which seemed to be jewel holders. The five-legged button scampered up his arm and embedded itself into the shoulder pad material of his coat before illuminating the button stone in the center. The Captain and his sci-tech engineer now had their own source of light.
“You’re a master of magic, Clockworthy. I don’t know where we would be without you.” said La’Padre with a stubborn smile and frost-blue eyes.
“Technically, it’s not magic, sir. It’s an Illumistone that I found when we were in Duplar. I merely designed the brass legs from… uh… er… uhm, yea… yes, sir, you are right and… uhm, thank you.” responded the tall engineer with his eyes hiding behind his perfectly round facial goggles.
“We’ve been here too long, Clockworthy. We’ve… I’ve lost two of my best men.” La’Padre moved against the night and stepped into the darkness to hide the disgust presented on his face. “Tell me you have a way to catch one of these beasts alive tomorrow, Clockworthy. The church wants one for study.”
La’Padre’s weight shifts to his back leg as he removed his revolver from its holster to reload the single empty bullet casing from his earlier shot into the sky. He stared intently at his engineer.
“If we don’t bag one kicking by sundown tomorrow, I will be more than happy to bring a trunk filled with blue carcasses to those priests and prophets - to hell with their research… I lost two men!”
La’Padre eased back into the grim light of the illumistone button, “You have to come up with a way to make the church happy, Clockworthy, because… I really don’t care to.”
Dr. Clockworthy had seen this look in his leader’s eyes before.
Post by Babylonian Warrior on May 11, 2012 17:43:26 GMT -5
The Diary of Prof.Clockworthy Chapter 1.5 - The Blue Monkeys Date: 2028.11.17 Everyone moped around the camp to day, no work was done. The captain seemed deprived of life to day he had the crew split all the toxic ale among all of use. I received my share but I don't like killing brain cells... they did nothing wrong. I cant even stand the smell of it considering my mother and father thought there lives away drinking and using things of unspeakable matters. I remember the day they were hanged for what ever they did, I was 10 when that happened. I am a braving 24 now! Being the youngest in the crew and most likely the most intelligent out of every one but I am not wise La'Padre Ekkelstein The Captain as most call him is by far the most wise man i have ever meet. He summoned me for a walk I supposed he knew I hated the smell of that ale i swear it will be the cause of this quests down fall. so, i accepted his invite, we only went to the edge of the camp it was sort of dark I then pressed the top of my left cuff unfolding a small brass legs and then seemed to me to climb up my arm and rest its self on my shoulder pad. It then gave us our own light it was a redish color and made the captain's hair look grayer than it normally would. He called me a Master of Magic which put the look of hate and disgust in my eyes. So, i corrected him and said that it was not magic is was actually a illumistone I then stared telling him how i created the contraption but, i could tell by the look in the mans eye he didn't care so i stopped. He began telling me that i need a way to find these beasts, I don't consider the beast more like a shy cat who would always run away when you go to close. he also said who he thought were his two best men, but I know ohh I know they were going to take the poor, well defended animal for them self and claim it them as there own finding. Of course i wasn't going to say the considering he already had his .44 caliber revolver out and had just finished reloading it .That was the end of our walk as he strutted down the path we came with a confidence that I could solve the problem here but as he walked away i looked at him though my goggles and remember that my invention still lite up the area around me. Then it hit me Inferred vision we would be able to the the monkeys when the turned invisible with the heat aves coming off of there body! I sprinted back towards my tent nearly running in to Honduran who happens to be a trouble maker i apologized and got started on my new goggles. ~Laroy Calvin Clockworthy~
The Journeys of La'Padre Ekkelstein Chapter 2 - The Blue Monkeys
Date: 2082.11.18 Morning came as a poltergeist calmed into a lost spirit. With the loss of last night’s anger the weather jeered from frozen-cold into a tropical blessing.
“I hate this place,” grumbled La’Padre waking to the sound of four-winged toucans cawing in the trees above.
The sky was clear and the temperature had raised enough to make coats a burden and sweat a norm.
The gentleman-barbarian pulled his jacket off as if irritated, gathered his hunting knife, and double-checked the ammunition in his revolver. ‘Check your weapons, every morn’ is an old skill learned from his days of war during the Atrican Rebellions. Once satisfied he pushed his way from his musky tent to meet the morning sun as an equal. The glare was welcomed, the strange weather patterns were not.
He grasped his field-crew leader, “Awaken Asan,” he commanded. “Gather the men and distribute the remaining goat meat for breakfast. Today we hunt and all will need their strength.”
“Aye, Captain.” responded the lightly bearded savage from the Eastern mountain lands. It is only natural for him to check his bone sword and blowgun upon awaking as a skill learned from his leader by following him for an amount of season-changes that cannot easily be counted. Asan is as uncivilized and rough as his commander, which is why La’Padre promoted him to field-crew leader.
“Remember, Asan… teach them what you remember of manners when they eat! The priest will be going with us today.” commented the Captain.
“I know nothing of the sort, sir.” said Asan.
“Then I guess the Priest will have to deal with his distaste for watching real men filling their gullet with raw goat meat. Sit the talkative kid next to him to nip at his patience. It will distract him from the others eating breakfast.” ordered La’Padre.
“You know, you’re making no friends with the church Captain.” laughed Asan. “I’ll send Honduran over to him.”
“Excellent.” Responded Captain Ekkelstein before searching around visually for Dr. Clockworthy. The campsite was in utter ruin as men slept anywhere they could lay. The rum barrels were empty and the campfire cinders cold. The shade provided by the passing clouds made those following the respite from morning heat end up at the edges of the tree lines puking out last night’s gluttony while begging for peace from their throbbing heads. It is then that the shallow distance of the dark called out with a yelping shrill very similar to the sound of young kids playing.
“Silence!” barked La’Padre with his focus towards the northern woods. The sounds danced through the canopies and ended on his ears as he confirmed recognition, “BLUE MONKEYS!!! The imps are near! To hell with breakfast! We move now!!”
Pulling his 44-caliber from his holster La’Padre stepped through his drunken crew and pushed into the tree line. “Asan, get Clockworthy and catch up with me as soon as you can!”
From then, the woods seemed to swallow their commander as he pushed into it escorted by the only friend that understood him… obsession!
Post by Babylonian Warrior on May 11, 2012 21:17:56 GMT -5
The Diary of Dr.Clockworthy Chapter 2.5 - The Blue Monkeys
Date: 2028.11.18 Finally I have completed my greatest invention! I have just fallen in to slumber when Asan woke me up in an unforgivable way he shook me violently, but then he said The priest is coming he'll be here any time now! So, i though on my Old Duster grabbed my .357 caliber revolver and head out thought the camp, but suddenly i remembered my goggles and my hat put my boots on and what ever other clothing I could find and shizzam I was following behind Honduran and Asan as close as i could on the way i stopped to test my goggles and there seamed to be something wrong I don't know what is wrong but I think i can work some of my Magic as The Captain would say and fix it right here and now is i slapped my left cuff and before my contraption could make its way up my arm i had the stone in my hand and in the goggles in a couple seconds... but of course Honduran had not excepted my pausing and he scooped me up and ran with me over his shoulder! On the way to the to catch up with Asan who was all ready almost to the Captain i swear to the heavens i saw a this mist, blue mist and it had a face of a women and she was laughing at me and my goggles. Honduran said I and a crazy sleep depraved scientist... which i did not appreciate by any means, I swear it was and don't anybody dare call me crazy! By the time we caught up to La'Padre Ekkelstein I had a horrible back pain and I had been called crazy. I presented my goggles to him and -
"He is not my leader. He is not divine. I do not follow his faith.
I have faith in him, for he is my friend. He is my blood brother.
His heckling council forgets this for they are blinded by their contempt for me and they're anger that he was chosen to be the new Divine-HOPE-Eternal.
He was chosen to lead THEM.
He believes his god will protect him... he is my brother and I respect that.
I believe in the cold sharp edge of my blade and grip of my gun. I know war... so that he doesn't have to.
They fear me.
Let them! They should!
I will protect my brother at all costs... he knows this and they despise it. I am going no where. I feel their conspiracies against him. May their prayers be answered that I do NOT confirm validity to the rumors.
By brother heads the church, the Queen rules over the people, science controls reason... I am caught in the middle of all of them.
I am happy with my ship, my men, my brother, and gold. This is what makes me... ME!
I see that the picture zoom issue has been fixed here on the forum.
First of all, I apologize for the dim scan, I haven't perfected scanning yet. I'm working on it.
What I tried to accomplish with this picture is an image of La'Padre with an attitude. I used less straight lines and went with more curves and free lines in order to create a lesser feel for, 'well-groomed'.
La'Padre is what we would call a 'Gentleman-Barbarian' because he has the stubborness and uncontrollability of a wild man from the cavernous frost mountains of the north, along with a code of honor relatable to those in the 'civilized' cultures of the south.
From this I chose upper-fashioned clothing, but made him wear them in a well-worn manner. His hair is unkept and yet the maintenance on his weapons is impecable.
I like the subtle 3-finger thingy that was created in the first picture of him because it reminds us that he is not human and, while many places mentioned in their story can be found in our world, they are surely NOT a part of our world.
Overall... La'Padre Ekkelstein and the Blue Monkies started as a cartoon joke and evolved into something really cool to follow!!
The Blue Monkey is an incredible creature, it's a nice idea. I'm looking forward to finding out its weakness, because nothing can be completely invincible, I mean look at Superman his weakness is like... EVERYTHING!
“Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.” -H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Post by Babylonian Warrior on Aug 16, 2012 11:06:18 GMT -5
“I a cannot stand them” “I cannot stand it” “Drunken brawls and brawlers” “Its abominable taste” “The way it possesses” “Just like he and she” “Who brought me up” “That is why I am” “Who I am“ “I am whom” “I Am Clockworthy” “Dr.Clockworthy”
Dr. Clockworthy has always been one of the special team members on the ship. He's rational, intelligent, and down-to-earth with a light distouch from reality which serves his much needed creativity.
This is what makes him a perfect fit for the crew. Some of the crew views him as an engineering marvel while the rest percieve him as a 'mage'.
He is not the classic geek to be bullied, because he's proven himself as an equal with his intellect. For those who want to test him physically, Dr. Clockworthy is not the one to fight. He usually has a plan to get around the conflict.
Not to mention... he also has his wife, 'Qadalina'.
Qadilina is the thick-skinned Crew Chief of the Chaplain's Burden airship. She is stern and simple...WYSIWYG (What You See Is What You Get). She loves Clockworthy and EVERYONE knows it. She's a thick northern woman with beautiful wax-gray eyes and a worn demeanor topped off with fiery red-and-white hair.
La'Padre cherishes her fortitude and the crew respects her command. She 'first-to-fist' when it comes to her husband, her Captain, and her men.
She usually maintains the ship when the Captain and his field team is off-ship on a mission.
Omen: Get in line, I have been working like crazy also. I have two major projects I have to finish and hopefully everything slows down. Haven't had time to log into the board... I actually miss it. It feels good popping my head in to see what's going on.
Aug 3, 2017 11:16:19 GMT -5
The Muse: time to get stories rolling again!!!
Aug 3, 2017 16:15:48 GMT -5
The Muse: *POKES OMEN...wanders off looking for Redmage and Magister while mumbling to self.."Now where did knighthood get to....?"
Aug 3, 2017 16:24:51 GMT -5
The Muse: Wednesday!!! Yay! Halfway back to F R Y D A Y!
Aug 9, 2017 14:29:33 GMT -5
Magister: Ive been lame, but ill be making it a point to be on this forum daily! We will rise it from the ground I've let it rest on for too long, to the skies of everlasting geekdom!
Aug 10, 2017 17:11:23 GMT -5
The Muse: woooo hooooo!!! Geekdom rising!!
Aug 11, 2017 21:08:09 GMT -5
The Muse: Woohoo hoooooo! Friday!!!
Aug 18, 2017 11:18:58 GMT -5
The Muse: Gearing up to deal with Hurricane Irma....scratch that...packing to leave town!
Sept 5, 2017 22:45:14 GMT -5
The Muse: Survived the hurricane...as did Omen, Redmage and Magister although they dont have internet yet. How did everyone else in the southeast fare?
Sept 15, 2017 16:10:18 GMT -5
g40t90yes: Good Morning. Now I am no political activist, but with is going on in today's activist world, I have a question. Last Sunday Vice President Pence walked out of a Colts Football game because the Players took a knee. I would like to read your View about this
Oct 11, 2017 7:50:37 GMT -5
g40t90yes: Continue. Now The NFL Owners (Jones-Cowboys, Ross-Dolphins) are going to demand their players stand for the Anthem. Again just thinking out loud. Couple of weeks ago Owners (Jones) knelt with players. Now you are pulling back. Why??
Oct 11, 2017 7:54:40 GMT -5
g40t90yes: One more thing. Some people view The NFL Draft and NBA Draft as a modern day or fashionable auction block for black young men. Thoughts!!! Please.
Oct 11, 2017 8:04:49 GMT -5
The Muse: Im sure there are going to be a lot of thoughts on this...why not start a thread on the topic under the "chat" board. It will be easier for everyone to read and comment on it there. This shoutbox is kinda cumbersome to have to scroll through to read stuff.
Oct 11, 2017 17:15:26 GMT -5
The Muse: Where does the time go?
Nov 7, 2017 9:26:16 GMT -5
Omen: I don't know... some say time goes around in circles - for me, its just a dreary long squiggly line, in some places in its a smile, in others... its not.
Nov 8, 2017 0:02:19 GMT -5
The Muse: Sunday's are for cooking.... Let's do this!!
Nov 26, 2017 13:45:55 GMT -5
The Muse: Monday....yay
Dec 4, 2017 11:47:42 GMT -5
The Muse: IT'S s Friday!! Staring in the face of almost two weeks of down time. This is WAY overdue. 😛
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dakoolah: Happy New Year!!
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