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Errant Story - latest additions http://errantstory.com The latest transcribed Errant Story comics, powered by OhNoRobot.com en-us Wed, 12 May 2010 23:12:02 -0000 60 Errant Story ? Archive ? 03/03/2003 http://errantstory.com/2003-03-03/66 http://errantstory.com/2003-03-03/66 Wed, 12 May 2010 22:51:46 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2003-03-03/66">Errant Story ? Archive ? 03/03/2003</a> Chris: So wanna join my party? Chris: My name's Chris. Chris: I'm on an adventure to join the legendary Ensigerum Order and become a badass heroic warrior monk like my long-lost father was. Meji: ... Chris: Hey, you could be my love interest! Chris: And then later I could save you after you get kidnapped by some sort of all-powerful evil wizard type person. Meji: Um... @#$%, no. Chris: Aww... why not? Meji: Well, for one thing... In case you haven't noticed I am an all-powerful evil wizard type person. Chris: Ah.. Wow! Chris: So that was magic you used on those guys in the ally? Chris: Um... And I thought evil female wizards wore a lot less clothing. Ellis: No you effeminate, spiky-haired moron... Ellis: ...Explosions and rocks falling from the sky are perfectly normal meteorological effects in this part of the world. Ellis: Now perhaps you should just run back to the farm before another perfectly normal meteorological effect happens to your ass. Errant Story ? Archive ? 03/03/2003

Chris: So wanna join my party?
Chris: My name's Chris.
Chris: I'm on an adventure to join the legendary Ensigerum Order and become a badass heroic warrior monk like my long-lost father was.
Meji: ...
Chris: Hey, you could be my love interest!
Chris: And then later I could save you after you get kidnapped by some sort of all-powerful evil wizard type person.

Meji: Um... @#$%, no.

Chris: Aww... why not?
Meji: Well, for one thing... In case you haven't noticed I am an all-powerful evil wizard type person.

Chris: Ah.. Wow!
Chris: So that was magic you used on those guys in the ally?
Chris: Um... And I thought evil female wizards wore a lot less clothing.

Ellis: No you effeminate, spiky-haired moron...
Ellis: ...Explosions and rocks falling from the sky are perfectly normal meteorological effects in this part of the world.
Ellis: Now perhaps you should just run back to the farm before another perfectly normal meteorological effect happens to your ass.]]> Errant Story ? Archive ? Chapter One: Psychotic Mage Chick http://errantstory.com/2002-12-11/31 http://errantstory.com/2002-12-11/31 Wed, 12 May 2010 22:50:54 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-12-11/31">Errant Story ? Archive ? Chapter One: Psychotic Mage Chick</a> ERRANT STORY CHAPTER ONE "Psychotic Mage Chick" Errant Story ? Archive ? Chapter One: Psychotic Mage Chick

ERRANT STORY CHAPTER ONE
"Psychotic Mage Chick"]]> Don't http://errantstory.com/2002-12-09/30 http://errantstory.com/2002-12-09/30 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:01:18 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-12-09/30">Don't</a> I used to believe... #14 [[Some rough-looking patrons of the tavern rise from their tables, seeming displeased with the recent bloodshed.]] [[Closeup of Sarine in profile as she casually lowers her hood.]] [[Sarine turns toward the room, her elven heritage now clearly visible.]] [[Extreme closeup on Sarine's eye, framed by a fall of hair.]] Sarine: Don't. [[The tough patrons freak out, variously making excuses, sitting back down, and pretending they hadn't been about to try anything.]] Patron #1: *EEP* Patron #2: ...an elf... Patron #3: Shit... Patron #4: ...was just getting up to take a leak, honest! Patron #5: Right, ma'am. Whatever you say, ma'am. Patron #6: Please don't kill me, ma'am. [[Sarine silently pulls her hood back up over her ears.]] [[Wide aerial shot of the front of the tavern as Sarine exits stage right into a blinding white fade-out.]] {{title text: Don't}} Don't

I used to believe... #14

[[Some rough-looking patrons of the tavern rise from their tables, seeming displeased with the recent bloodshed.]]

[[Closeup of Sarine in profile as she casually lowers her hood.]]

[[Sarine turns toward the room, her elven heritage now clearly visible.]]

[[Extreme closeup on Sarine's eye, framed by a fall of hair.]]
Sarine: Don't.

[[The tough patrons freak out, variously making excuses, sitting back down, and pretending they hadn't been about to try anything.]]
Patron #1: *EEP*
Patron #2: ...an elf...
Patron #3: Shit...
Patron #4: ...was just getting up to take a leak, honest!
Patron #5: Right, ma'am. Whatever you say, ma'am.
Patron #6: Please don't kill me, ma'am.

[[Sarine silently pulls her hood back up over her ears.]]

[[Wide aerial shot of the front of the tavern as Sarine exits stage right into a blinding white fade-out.]]

{{title text: Don't}}]]> Cleanup, Table Four http://errantstory.com/2002-12-06/29 http://errantstory.com/2002-12-06/29 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:00:53 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-12-06/29">Cleanup, Table Four</a> I used to believe... #13 [[Sarine stands beside the overturned table, blood dripping from the tips of her blades, her hood once more in place.]] [[The other patrons of the bar stare openly, all else forgotten.]] [[Derren lies on the floor in a pool of his own blood.]] {{title text: Cleanup, Table Four}} Cleanup, Table Four

I used to believe... #13

[[Sarine stands beside the overturned table, blood dripping from the tips of her blades, her hood once more in place.]]

[[The other patrons of the bar stare openly, all else forgotten.]]

[[Derren lies on the floor in a pool of his own blood.]]

{{title text: Cleanup, Table Four}}]]> Putting Down a Mad Dog http://errantstory.com/2002-12-04/28 http://errantstory.com/2002-12-04/28 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:00:42 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-12-04/28">Putting Down a Mad Dog</a> [[Sarine's coat fans out behind her as she launches herself over the table, sending the candle and glasses flying. There is a spray of blood as her blades scissor through Derren's throat.]] {{title text: Putting Down a Mad Dog}} Putting Down a Mad Dog

[[Sarine's coat fans out behind her as she launches herself over the table, sending the candle and glasses flying. There is a spray of blood as her blades scissor through Derren's throat.]]

{{title text: Putting Down a Mad Dog}}]]> I wasn't talking to you. http://errantstory.com/2002-12-02/27 http://errantstory.com/2002-12-02/27 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:00:26 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-12-02/27">I wasn't talking to you.</a> I used to believe... #11 [[Sarine, her eyes closed, bows her head ever so slightly.]] Sarine: <I'm sorry.> [[Derren looks startled, as Sarine rises from her seat.]] Derren: Huh? Sarine: I wasn't talking to you... [[Extreme closeup on Sarine's hands as they draw a pair of blades in a blur of motion.]] <<WHSSH>> {{title text: I wasn't talking to you.}} I wasn't talking to you.

I used to believe... #11

[[Sarine, her eyes closed, bows her head ever so slightly.]]
Sarine:

[[Derren looks startled, as Sarine rises from her seat.]]
Derren: Huh?
Sarine: I wasn't talking to you...

[[Extreme closeup on Sarine's hands as they draw a pair of blades in a blur of motion.]]
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{{title text: I wasn't talking to you.}}]]> Not something a sane person would do... http://errantstory.com/2002-11-29/26 http://errantstory.com/2002-11-29/26 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:00:18 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-11-29/26">Not something a sane person would do...</a> I used to believe... #10 [[Sarine and Derren sit across a round table. A lone candle burns between them; the silhouettes of other tavern-goers are visible in the background.]] Sarine: Course, I suppose if it was a human... Sarine: ...or at least part human... Sarine: ...there would have to be something seriously wrong with that person to do such a horrible thing not just once... Sarine: ...but three times. [[Closeup on Derren's face, looking aggrieved.]] Derren: I du-dun-dunno. Derren: Bu-But, I w-wish you'd st-s-stop talking a-about it... Derren: ...Me a-and ev-everyone else in th-this town are upset e-e-enough a-about it as it is. Derren: Now w-wh-what did you c-come here f-for? [[Sarine sits with her arms resting on the table, eyes downcast.]] Sarine: Sigh... Sarine: Certainly not the sort of things a sane person... Sarine: ...even a sane murderer would do... {{title text: Not something a sane person would do...} Not something a sane person would do...

I used to believe... #10

[[Sarine and Derren sit across a round table. A lone candle burns between them; the silhouettes of other tavern-goers are visible in the background.]]
Sarine: Course, I suppose if it was a human...
Sarine: ...or at least part human...
Sarine: ...there would have to be something seriously wrong with that person to do such a horrible thing not just once...
Sarine: ...but three times.

[[Closeup on Derren's face, looking aggrieved.]]
Derren: I du-dun-dunno.
Derren: Bu-But, I w-wish you'd st-s-stop talking a-about it...
Derren: ...Me a-and ev-everyone else in th-this town are upset e-e-enough a-about it as it is.
Derren: Now w-wh-what did you c-come here f-for?

[[Sarine sits with her arms resting on the table, eyes downcast.]]
Sarine: Sigh...
Sarine: Certainly not the sort of things a sane person...
Sarine: ...even a sane murderer would do...

{{title text: Not something a sane person would do...}]]> A Pretty Stupid Theory http://errantstory.com/2002-11-27/25 http://errantstory.com/2002-11-27/25 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:00:06 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-11-27/25">A Pretty Stupid Theory</a> I used to believe... #9 [[Closeup on a hooded woman, the top half of her face shadowed but visible.]] Derren: You one of th-those cops? Sarine: Hm? Derren: The c-ca-cops. Derren: The ones that c-ca-came here ah-ah-about the m-murders. Sarine: No... Sarine: ...that has nothing to do with why I'm in town. Sarine: In fact, I was already on my way here before I even heard about them... Sarine: ...Certainly makes this a lot easier though... [[Closeup of Derren in profile, looking haggard and downcast.]] Sarine: From what I heard about it in Saus, sounds like some real nasty stuff. Sarine: So far, it's been three girls, and all found within just a few miles of town, right? Derren: Y-Ya-Yeah... Sarine: All three, raped then mutilated... Sarine: ...pretty much just ripped to bits. [[Extreme closeup on the upper half of Derren's face as he avoids making eye contact.]] Sarine: So messed up, that a lot of people really don't believe that it could have been a human being that's responsible for them... Sarine: ...They think that it might have been a troll, that wandered down from the mountains, that killed the girls. Derren: Ma-M-Ma-Maybe... [[From above and behind the hooded figure's head, we see Derren glaring at her across the table.]] Sarine: Hmph... well, it sounds like a pretty stupid theory to me... Sarine: ...The kind of thing that only people who don't know what a human is capable of would think. [[Closeup on the hooded figure's face once more, this time with her eyes completely hidden in shadow.]] Sarine: Really... even if there was a troll all the way out here, it would have to be pretty hard up to want to rape a human girl. Sarine: And a troll isn't the type that would leave all that mea- *the bodies* lying on the ground like that... Sarine: ...Heh, not if it was hungry, anyway. {{title text: A Pretty Stupid Theory}} A Pretty Stupid Theory

I used to believe... #9

[[Closeup on a hooded woman, the top half of her face shadowed but visible.]]
Derren: You one of th-those cops?
Sarine: Hm?
Derren: The c-ca-cops.
Derren: The ones that c-ca-came here ah-ah-about the m-murders.
Sarine: No...
Sarine: ...that has nothing to do with why I'm in town.
Sarine: In fact, I was already on my way here before I even heard about them...
Sarine: ...Certainly makes this a lot easier though...

[[Closeup of Derren in profile, looking haggard and downcast.]]
Sarine: From what I heard about it in Saus, sounds like some real nasty stuff.
Sarine: So far, it's been three girls, and all found within just a few miles of town, right?
Derren: Y-Ya-Yeah...
Sarine: All three, raped then mutilated...
Sarine: ...pretty much just ripped to bits.

[[Extreme closeup on the upper half of Derren's face as he avoids making eye contact.]]
Sarine: So messed up, that a lot of people really don't believe that it could have been a human being that's responsible for them...
Sarine: ...They think that it might have been a troll, that wandered down from the mountains, that killed the girls.
Derren: Ma-M-Ma-Maybe...

[[From above and behind the hooded figure's head, we see Derren glaring at her across the table.]]
Sarine: Hmph... well, it sounds like a pretty stupid theory to me...
Sarine: ...The kind of thing that only people who don't know what a human is capable of would think.

[[Closeup on the hooded figure's face once more, this time with her eyes completely hidden in shadow.]]
Sarine: Really... even if there was a troll all the way out here, it would have to be pretty hard up to want to rape a human girl.
Sarine: And a troll isn't the type that would leave all that mea- *the bodies* lying on the ground like that...
Sarine: ...Heh, not if it was hungry, anyway.

{{title text: A Pretty Stupid Theory}}]]> Mind if I join you? http://errantstory.com/2002-11-25/24 http://errantstory.com/2002-11-25/24 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:59:52 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-11-25/24">Mind if I join you?</a> I used to believe... #8 [[A man with long, lank black hair and hollow eyes sits alone at a round table lit by a single candle. He clutches a shotglass; two others lay abandoned before him.]] [[Closeup of the man in profile. He gazes into the distance as a hooded figure approaches the table and pulls up a chair.]] [[Closeup from just behind the man's head, revealing the tip of a slightly pointed ear through his hair. Across the table, the hooded newcomer seats herself.]] Sarine: Hello... Sarine: My name's Sarine. Sarine: And you're Derren, right? Sarine: Do you mind if we talk for a bit? [[Extreme closeup on the man's eye, which seems to have focused on his visitor.]] Derren: .... Derren: W-Wu-W-What do you w-wa-want? {{title text: Mind if I join you?}} Mind if I join you?

I used to believe... #8

[[A man with long, lank black hair and hollow eyes sits alone at a round table lit by a single candle. He clutches a shotglass; two others lay abandoned before him.]]

[[Closeup of the man in profile. He gazes into the distance as a hooded figure approaches the table and pulls up a chair.]]

[[Closeup from just behind the man's head, revealing the tip of a slightly pointed ear through his hair. Across the table, the hooded newcomer seats herself.]]
Sarine: Hello...
Sarine: My name's Sarine.
Sarine: And you're Derren, right?
Sarine: Do you mind if we talk for a bit?

[[Extreme closeup on the man's eye, which seems to have focused on his visitor.]]
Derren: ....
Derren: W-Wu-W-What do you w-wa-want?

{{title text: Mind if I join you?}}]]> The Guzzling Wench http://errantstory.com/2002-11-22/23 http://errantstory.com/2002-11-22/23 Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:59:40 -0000 <a href="http://errantstory.com/2002-11-22/23">The Guzzling Wench</a> I used to believe... #7 [[A hooded figure passes through the saloon doors of a dingy tavern, attracting the attention of several of its patrons.]] [[The lower half of the hooded figure's face is visible in profile as she crosses the room. Those seated in the background eye her suspiciously.]] [[The hooded figure approaches the bartender.]] [[Closeup on the bartender's folded arms as he wordlessly points her to a table near the back.]] {{title text: The Guzzling Wench}} The Guzzling Wench

I used to believe... #7

[[A hooded figure passes through the saloon doors of a dingy tavern, attracting the attention of several of its patrons.]]

[[The lower half of the hooded figure's face is visible in profile as she crosses the room. Those seated in the background eye her suspiciously.]]

[[The hooded figure approaches the bartender.]]

[[Closeup on the bartender's folded arms as he wordlessly points her to a table near the back.]]

{{title text: The Guzzling Wench}}]]>