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OwenBelmont
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Joined: 08 Dec 2007
Location: Forum Troll
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I play
Crystalitharion:At the core, a beast.
Velkyn Skikudis:Merchant of the "Laughing Skulls"
Owen Belmont-Long vanished Archmage and savior of the clockwork plane of Mechanicus.
Octavia Celestyr-Soldier of Doom
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Grymia
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Posted: Thu, Sep 18 2008, 5:17 AM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2004
Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada
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A moments consideration:
Bryce quietly slipped away from the crowded encampment, obviously deep in his thoughts, looking into the Oasis within Nesek and silently thinking to himself.
~Mystra's stars. This must break soon, the people are scared, and the camp only becomes more and more chaotic each day. Even though we do our best, more and more adventurers and more and more confounding folk seem to decide it's better to come by and complicate matters... ~ he thought , shifting his position before continuing.
~Sadly, I am uncertain who else I can turn to for guidance on my new conceptual plan save m'lady Si'neela herself and at this time I fear she has too much on her mind, just as Riia does. Poor Riia, she did not look happy when I saw her as I was about to ask for some time to leave the camp. I know not how much more of this she can take. Ky'irael does all he can to help but I can tell this wears even on him now as well. This must, break soon. The light, MUST return to Nesek.~ he thought, his mind drifting as he closed his eyes for a bit.
~I only wish I could comprehend how Yossarin would feel himself useless, especially when I asked him a query about what he could even have offered a theoretical response of some sort on. At the least though, he is willing to come down and examine the situation and offer what support the Monolith's administration can. Seth'rinyon didn't even bother to query me on this more recent concept. Why I know not but I pray it is simply because he wasn't paying attention, because if he was and didn't care that would make me feel all the more disdain for him as a Magi. ~
"We cannot fail, we must not fail, we shall not fail." Bryce said to himself briefly before getting up and returning to camp.
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LetumLux
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Posted: Thu, Sep 18 2008, 9:41 AM |
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Joined: 31 May 2007
Location: Amia IKEA
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At the quietest part of the endless shadow that covered the desert, when the most of the defenders were elsewhere or sleeping, botas, waterskins and bottles full of fresh and crisp water were found waiting just inside tent flaps, two to a person. In the open camp arrived several boxes, also full of water containers, each lid and stopper sealed with a thin layer of wax.
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Pony
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Posted: Thu, Sep 18 2008, 16:36 PM |
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Joined: 07 May 2005
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Grymia
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Posted: Thu, Sep 18 2008, 17:35 PM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2004
Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada
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A quiet awakening:
When Bryce awoke this morning and returned to the encampment, no one else could be found , not one. Likely, they were all resting however the stillness of the checkpoint as a result seemed, preturbing. Recognizing that he would be alone for at least a while, he called forth his companion Alodessius, who crept out of the night with a soft growl of acknowledgement.
Slipping to his master's side, Alodessius quietly purred up to him and gave a gentle nuzzle against his side. In reply, Bryce reached down and scratched Alodessius behind his ears, speaking to him.
"It won't be easy I know, but we must persist here no matter what my friend." Bryce said to his panther companion. "We cannot give up, we cannot let those who would threaten the innocent roam freely. If what the Setite said is true, then more undead shall come on the move. Nesek must hold and the light must return to the Morningcrystal." he added, giving his Familiar a pet on the head. Watching off to the darkened desert, Bryce briefly noticed a dimming camp fire coming from the ruined building not fare from his camp's emplacement. Or at least, he could have sworn he saw one.
Shaking his head to himself sadly, Bryce continued on in his lonely watch, idly reaching down to scritch Alodessius behind the head a few times. Eventually, Eir came up and gave Bryce some welcome company.
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vectortangent
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Posted: Thu, Sep 18 2008, 17:39 PM |
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Joined: 03 May 2005
Location: A Place Before Places, A Time Before Time, or Something Equally Dramatic
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A figured from Amia’s past stood upon the battlefield casually glancing toward the rank and file of the undead. He scrutinized each, analyzing the necrotic energies that animated each and every one. This was his specialty. The magic of necromancy, the power over life and death itself, had always been a part of him. It was innate within his blood, for the weave had chosen such during the manifestation of his powers as a sorcerer. He had only but chose its use.
Long ago, he often bestowed undeath as a penalty upon his foes, a punishment intended for his worst enemies. For decades, he had enslaved a past rival, the mummified corpse satisfying his every whim, butler, warrior, target dummy…
Yet the pleading words of his peers and friends had also convinced him long ago to abandon the practice. At the time, he abandoned the practice of creating the undead because it was politically inconvenient to deal with the stigmatism that came hand in hand with such a taboo practice. A century later, he found he truly disliked the practice but certainly not with the feverous zeal of the kelemvorites. Some inkling of his thoughts still entertained the idea of raising an army of the undead to battle the undead. The old adage of “Fight Fire with Fire” always had an appeal to the Half-Rilmani, for it suggested a perfect balance of force.
Regardless of his philosophy regarding, he had chosen his side in this conflict and eagerly. For many friends stood on this line, and he was not the kind to stand idle while his friends risked life and limb. In this, he is selfish, for he does not fight for the cause but for the sense of camaraderie that comes from a battlefield and the draw to see a conflict ended.
He knew he was welcome on this battlefield for as the undead approached, a single utterance sent half-dozen to obliteration. Velis could sense the magic that animated the dead flesh of these creatures, and easily he could extend his will, grasp that necrotic thread of existence with his mind, and rip it asunder, and so he did, again and again. Scores fell as he exerted his will. Warriors surrounded, found themselves at even odds. Velis knew he had earned appreciation, and that way, he was and is selfish. The kind of selfish every friend cherished in him and for every foe held a grievance. He wanted to be the best, be it the greatest of friends or the worst of enemies.
Such had always been the way of Velis Illuminus and so it still is today.
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It is only one who is thoroughly acquainted with the evils of war that can thoroughly understand the profitable way of carrying it on. -- Sun Tzu
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wakaman
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Posted: Thu, Sep 18 2008, 22:31 PM |
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Joined: 08 Jan 2006
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While the lines struggled to hold, and hope was dwindling, a dark-skinned mage and a thin elf-girl were seen, seemingly oblivious to the strife about them, speaking in low tones, the elf furiously at work putting words to paper..
No one payed much attention to them; but as time wore on small boulders of an extremely tensile-hardy composition began to appear all about the camp.
Where they came from, what their purpose was or how they were brought into being is however anyone's guess.
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Jaqueline
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Posted: Sat, Sep 20 2008, 17:03 PM |
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Joined: 04 Mar 2006
Location: Wizard tower of doom
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*A letter sealed with an arcane mark is swiftly sent to the confines of Mystra's Tower. It makes its way into the hands of a gruff-eyed gnome working deligently with a torch to repair a colossal suit of adamantine plated armor.*
My trusted friend Prodigy,
The defensive camp near Nes'ek village is degrading for the worse every new dawn. I was told Kelemvor's Crusaders left the line and the people of Nes'ek continue to flee in droves. Soon there will be no one left of substantial mind to defend the area from undead attacks.
Captain Riia of the Weave Knights is losing what authority she has in the camp faster than a crack of wizard's lightening. Mercenaries now command over the camp. They attack anyone with little to no questioning and their questions lack substance at that! These miscreants have gone so far as to attack Mystra's guild mages without even checking if they possess any insignias! How dare Captain Riia have the audacity to call upon the guild's help only to leave tower mages unprotected against this band of homicidal adventurers! I will speak with the Captain personally in hopes of eliminating this problem once and for all. If she declines to do anything, then I will go to Headmaster Halen himself and demand that Riia resign. I fear nothing short of Halen making the call to mobilize the entire guild will restore order to the camp. At least Mystra's Tower knows how to fight a war.
Until then Prodigy, prepare the armor for battle and bring every last arcane component I have left in the tower stores. I wish to ready for any threat against Nes'ek, whether it be the people of the defensive line or the undead.
Sincerly,
Jaqueline
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--Jaqueline Fend---> Red-headed wizzy
--Rhalia Cain---> Red Wizzy
--Rizo'lil---> Waterhavian specialist (not a wizzy)
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BrainSplitter
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Posted: Sat, Sep 20 2008, 17:07 PM |
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Joined: 06 Apr 2005
Location: Victoria, Australia
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// Tormak, remove this post when you make the proper DM STory one. This is just a filler so people know what's happened in vague terms //
The town of Ne'sek has been completely demolished by the undead forces, the few escaping refugees making frightened tales of a 'giant winged monstrousity' laying waste to the town with little difficulty, no matter what even the Celestial forces could throw at it.
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Mostly Retired
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Dwagin
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Posted: Sat, Sep 20 2008, 18:32 PM |
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Joined: 08 Aug 2006
Location: The Land of Nod
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Ramla had entered the fray yet another day. This time the people were busying themselves gabbing and preparing themselves for a grandiose plan. Indeed they had hoped it would work. And she remained at the outliers of the camp. Listening, quietly as they went to move, to undo the work that had been wrought by the worshipers of dark powers, not of her own pantheon.
She saw before her eyes a chance for things to unravel, and she began to pray. Heeding, and listening to words that were drawn through divine channels. Words exchanged, the woman abruptly began to shake and saw the very High priest of the land, and the long laid plans, careful scheming, and posturing may be all for naut.
Desperate times called for desperate measure. And with a flicker of her cloak she darted back to town. Zan'thun asked for assistance. So many times in the past had she seen not the opportunity, it had been too risky before, but.. now she had an idea. With the prayer for intercession for the Lord of Darkness she drew into the very town that was meant to be conquered!
Some time passed as she darted about, unstrapping her satchel as she spoke to a merchantwomen. For once the Bedine woman did not barter. She sought lamp oil, all of the merchant's stock. And with that the deviously simple plan was laid into motion.
She settled to a stop at the rear of the camp after filling her bag with the containers and taking two huge decanters in her hands. She dropped behind a tent and began to pray. She would.. need a diversion to aid this cause. A cry for help in the eternal darkness, for aid of the Divine, the Highest of the Lord of the Desert. And dark magic flowed, Divine Power unleashed, and yet again the necromentals returned to harass the desert defenders another day.
She busied herself while they were steadfastly working. Cutting the tents free of their moorings and flinging the tarps over their battlements, she moved, they seemed busy, too busy to notice her. It was going well or so it seemed.
...Suddenly she fretted, worried, and arched, a known figure had appeared. It was...Zenith! Her 'dedicant' that had asked her queries and spoke. Interrupted her. Queries of what she was doing were met with momentary silence, and an inward though brief trepidation. She spoke of a danger deep in the tomb that would threaten to destroy the war-party that had just left. She stood there, half tent in hand while the defenders were busied fighting, before this other woman. And in a orderly discussion she managed to convince her that she intended to Cover the Tarps over the parapets in the Oil of the Blessed Re to help with the plague that was to come.
She then proffered a small container from her bag of the multitudes of oil she had procured in the town, warning her to take it to the group into the cave, to help to protect them from 'Sets Nocturne'. Whatever that was. But it seemed like there had been a trap. . a 'Poison' laid deep in the temple in wait for the group, and that said group would be in great need of help were they to reach this final place.
Zenith was of course skeptical of this, and threatened certainteed death were Ramla to be lying. But took the oil and darted off. With a few huffs and relieved sighs.. Ramla finished with the tents, even as the defenders fought, she moved under divine darkness, and moved.
Again she had been queried, what are you doing Crazy Setite? And with only that she answered more of the same.. preparing to Bless the barricades with the Oil of the Re. Little did they realize the duality of that name... the Oil of Light.. and with that she moved, others fighting, seeming content. Upturning twisting and shattering bottles of lamp oil all over the strewn tarps, along the entire barricade.
She was growing tired and exhausted by that time, she drew over and huffing, calling out with the greatest urgency, for a more pressing attack, to move the army of the dark god forward. It was Time Zanthun! "Soon, soon the glory of Set shall once more reign in dominion over these lands! Aid me Highest servant of the Coiled Cobra, your sister in this!"
She continued on her prayer for a moment, before the surge of power could be felt in the distance. And then, using something as simple as tents, oil, and logs from the campfire, and impossibility in such a world rife with magic, the attack pressed.. Erecting three swift blade barriers, a wall of jabbing metal along the line for a defence, she began to set the oil aflame! minutes after soaking in, the dry wood acted like energetic kindling as the tarps burned heavy and deep. She flung a few more logs..onto the pyre. Calling upon the divinity of Set, she drew down webbings and wardings of sentient desert vines which lashed up out of the desert sands, lashing feet, with the intent to lash or slow defender's response. And with that she seemed to flee into the night.
She ran into the darkness to prepare herself, drawing on ceremonial garb, and while the defenders pressed the attack she slipped by under the guise of Sanctuary, and into the tomb..
What happened to the lines?
What happened in that cavernous tomb?
Who can know all of such, another story to be told....for sure.
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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.
-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.
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Delarwyn
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Posted: Sat, Sep 20 2008, 21:11 PM |
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Joined: 09 Dec 2007
Location: Aligators land...
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Delarwyn after teaching archery to Reh'Cra smiles satisfied as he holds the short bow. She allow him to go and play with the other children of the Shrine and putting on her armor imbued with positive energy she travel to Ne'sek. As soon as her cart stops, vampires and undead appear walking around what was the temple and the city. Chicken and knights lie dead in the floor. The cart driver runs away from the place, too scary to even charge her for the ride.
She kill the creatures around her and feel the foul smell of decay and death. She walks to the desert, undead walking everywhere. Such a disturbed and heavy place. *sighs deeply and leaves it, only hoping that the vicious creature would not spread around Amia*.
She meets two necromancers in the place and frowns as they speak to her. She nods, they were probably collecting material for their dark magic. She decides to leave the place, the undead were multiplying every time she kills them. She walks back to Guldoran, still thinking how did that happened? How did we fail to protect these people?
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Signature by Qualiz
Del's Characters Entry - Amiawiki.
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Dakotaen
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Posted: Sat, Sep 20 2008, 22:22 PM |
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Joined: 21 Mar 2007
Location: Denmark
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After the fall of Nes'ek, Eir only stayed away for a short time. He returns to see the destruction, meeting Marana and Cory at first, then almost literally bumps into the Setite priestess, Ramla Het-Sutekh. After only a brief change of words, mostly insults from Eir, he sets out to search the desert, looking for survivors, in particular Lady Sineela, who he was told never returned from the desert.
Accompagnied first by Marana, then later on by Cory, the entire desert is searched thoroughly, along with the ruins and the tombs, but to no avail.
When they return, Eir heads for Cordor, needing to stock up, and then returns to the ruins of Nes'ek, setting up camp with a promise to not leave
untill it's been resolved where Sineela, or her corpse is.
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Profiles: DakoDako & ElWacko
Characters: Currently trying my best to stick to Beridoc Brushgale
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BlackDahlya
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 1:10 AM |
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Joined: 17 Aug 2005
Location: Land of the Scorching Sun, Empowered by Global Warming
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Hours after the fall of Nes'ek and after having a "talk" with the High Priest of Set, Rizzen went to his favorite place at Amia forest. He summoned a globe of Darkness and started praying for some guidance.
After a few hours, he decided what would be best, among the two possibilities he had thought about.
Nau matter if he doesn't want to talk. Soon he will regret not having listened.
Retiring to his current place of residence, he wrote a letter to send to his brethren. A meeting was in order.
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BlackDahlya
Once Upon A Time Played
Adr'ael Ken'rahel, Auron Teken’ath, Aurora Mesodias, 'Daniel' Daoskinaxarijikkym, Eilin'ira, Helena Rios, Layla Faircurrent, May'Une Do'Ndar, Mellinda Tellus, Michael of Cliffside, Rizzen of Twilight, Valkirya d'Claddath
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OwenBelmont
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 1:30 AM |
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Joined: 08 Dec 2007
Location: Forum Troll
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I play
Crystalitharion:At the core, a beast.
Velkyn Skikudis:Merchant of the "Laughing Skulls"
Owen Belmont-Long vanished Archmage and savior of the clockwork plane of Mechanicus.
Octavia Celestyr-Soldier of Doom
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Sunkin Sheep
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 3:26 AM |
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Joined: 27 Jan 2006
Location: San Frantastic, California
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It was after the fall of Nes'ek. Zan'thun had won his war. There was no further line to be held, and all were bound to flee. Mynna suggested to Si'neela that she, and all her people, the animals, and what goods could be sparred, be taken to Guldorand back on Amia. Despite the endless struggle the adventurers faced among the rusty sands, it was no match for the Setite's power, so they had to leave. It had become a ghost town. Mynna found herself in worry now for Guldorand's safety, though the undead lord had no admittable scheme to extend his control beyond the desert. Despite this, Guldorand begins servicing wood among the island, and among themselves at an alarming rate. The racism between Nes'ekians and Guldorandi would now probably become a remorseful handkerchief to one another's tears. "If Zan'thun has shown us anything, he has proved what we will do to protect life here in this place, all life. I believe we owe our neighbors a new duty, there is no Guldorand nor Nes'ek anymore, only the uplands." Mynna thought to herself. Guldorand on this day, had never been so full of life..
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Mynna- Guldorand
Samrael Cymere-Winya Ravana
Laika-Unknown
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FA_Frey_XC
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 3:57 AM |
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Joined: 18 May 2005
Location: XC HQ Alpha, Sol System, Sirius Sector.
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*somewhere in Tarkuul, a Necromancer laughs..
again.*
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"Come under the flag of truce, and brook no treason... for mineself is Death, and care not whom knows mine touch."
- Frey Asaid'De Majere
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Metalien
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 12:03 PM |
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Joined: 26 Jun 2006
Location: Home of The Royal Navy - Portsmouth, England.
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The Imperceptor of Bane is seen walking around Cordor on his rare visits with the biggest smile on his face possible, it's obvious that the victory against the Ne'sek Defenders has pleased him incredibly.
Rumour has it that he's very keen to meet with the person or persons responcible for this victory.
Metalien Sikth on the other hand is in a seriously bad mood because of this, anyone who talks to him about it gets the same reply: "If they'd listened to me about watching their back lines and not paying all thier attention on looking out into the desert, this would have never happened... too many bloody heroes and too many egoes.. this was bound to fail from the start"
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Aniril
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 16:22 PM |
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Joined: 22 Jun 2008
Location: The Danish mysteriman
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No more blood in my veins, cause im not a living conduct.
Aniril Latoneia -"The Green Dragon"
Izzton d'Tinnerai - "The Silent"
Pifral - No title.
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TormakSaber
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Posted: Sun, Sep 21 2008, 19:49 PM |
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Joined: 16 Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere
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It should be noted that there is absolutely no attempt my the undead, or living worshippers of Set, or anything of that nature, to press through the Guldorand portal. Anything that does come through is a mindless, dumb zombie that is quickly dispatched. They appear to keep themselves strictly to the Ankh'remun region.
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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham
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ShortSlasher
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Posted: Tue, Sep 23 2008, 3:07 AM |
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Joined: 21 May 2007
Location: Western Mass
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A shadow creeps up the Skull Crags, silently and slowly making its trek up the mountain.
Avoiding all conflict along it's path, as it seeks only one thing.
It passes through the mountain town of Guldorand, surveying each corner of the area. It moves about with the people, unheard and unseen, taking in all that is happening in the town.
//So whats the situation in Guldorand, if somone were to walk into the town would they see alot of refugees sprawling about, maybe more coming into the town? People helping the wounded and such, just things that would be seen in plain sight.
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TormakSaber
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Posted: Tue, Sep 23 2008, 3:33 AM |
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Joined: 16 Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere
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Quote: //So whats the situation in Guldorand, if somone were to walk into the town would they see alot of refugees sprawling about, maybe more coming into the town? People helping the wounded and such, just things that would be seen in plain sight.
//Some. They split up. Some stayed in Gudlorand, others left for the Kelemvorite and Salandran grounds, some went to Cordor, they split around.
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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham
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ShortSlasher
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Posted: Tue, Sep 23 2008, 3:36 AM |
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Joined: 21 May 2007
Location: Western Mass
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enarian123
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Posted: Tue, Sep 23 2008, 12:25 PM |
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Joined: 12 Oct 2006
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// as of right now the undead have claimed the desert then correct?
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Mielikki watch over you all.
Kald
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Pony
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Posted: Tue, Sep 23 2008, 12:27 PM |
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Joined: 07 May 2005
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Galenson
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Posted: Wed, Sep 24 2008, 7:35 AM |
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Joined: 26 May 2006
Location: Down Under, calculating your demise with blunt expressions.
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News passed to Jack of the fall of Ne'sek from Metalien and it left him to contemplate. The defenders could have used more Templar whose training was superior to the arcane nancies in dealing with undead problems. A part of him felt ashamed to call the Templar away for the homeguard, how he was raised such acts are a form of cowardice.
He made Amenia read Metalien's letter over and over, finally speaking aloud in frustration. "That's why you don't leave arcanist panzies in charge of things, they're stupid when it comes to common sense." With a slam of his metal fist into the table, Amenia jumped. He heard a knock on the door and called for the person to enter. It was one of the newly arrived Ne'sek refugees. "What's the problem?" he asked. The refugee spoke slowly. "I want to thank you, Salandran, for allowing my family to stay here... and... we were wondering how the conditions at home were like."
Though ashamed as he was to call the homeguard, the realisation was that the Salandran withdrawal had saved lives. This man and his family would be walking amongst the dead if they had not left with the Templars... a small victory in a complete failure.
"I have yet to hear from Ne'sek sir. I assure you that when I hear, I'll give word." The refugee bowed and left. "w-why d-did you lie? Lieing is w-wrong!" Bloody hells he thought, he would spend all day argueing this with her now... "Sometimes Amenia, for another's good will." Before she could rebut, he cut her off. "These people are disheartened and dispossessed from their homes. To give them bad news would crush their resolve. Better to keep them safe here and with hope... then with despair."
Naturally her naive personality meant she didn't understand. The rest of Jack's day was spent trying to explain it to her....
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Plays:
"I'll think of something once Amia:EE drops."
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FA_Frey_XC
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Posted: Wed, Sep 24 2008, 7:52 AM |
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Joined: 18 May 2005
Location: XC HQ Alpha, Sol System, Sirius Sector.
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*rumors can be heard of a private army being amassed by a certain Mr. Bond.
Those with their ear to the rumor mill can hear one word being said:
Guldorand.*
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"Come under the flag of truce, and brook no treason... for mineself is Death, and care not whom knows mine touch."
- Frey Asaid'De Majere
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fireprooftroll
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Posted: Wed, Sep 24 2008, 8:40 AM |
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Joined: 10 Mar 2008
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Yet again battle rages around the portal in Guldorand, as mysterious figures dance in battle with the varied defenders from so many different groups. Shaking spells and the roars of multiple dragons can be heard, accompanied by the cries of the wounded, cut off suddenly in vicious explosions and bright flashes of light.
The sound carries through the temple, resonating upwards and around. One can only imagine the terror of the people of Guldorand or refugees from Nes'sk, as the war rages on, the ground shaking in response to mighty magic being hurled about carelessly, this time on this side of the portal. Yet this is not the first battle, nor the last. The number of battles being fought on the Amian side of the Nes'sk portal increases by the day. Perhaps some loggers look up and blanch at the cracks in the ceilings, or stumble of massive holes that suddenly appear, caused by sword and sorcery just a moment's walk away.
Guldorand, uninvolved in the battle of Nes'sk, may well yet be the unfortunate victims of the many factions who seek to expel the lingering failed defenders who refuse to vacate the portal.
It remains to be seen if the attackers, unable to remove the portal defenders, may turn on the unfortunate innocents outside.
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Metalien
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Posted: Wed, Sep 24 2008, 9:39 AM |
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Player
Joined: 26 Jun 2006
Location: Home of The Royal Navy - Portsmouth, England.
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A Wizard dressed in black and green with a gloved left hand is seen talking to people.. one word is on his lips "Guldurand".
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Sunkin Sheep
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Posted: Wed, Sep 24 2008, 20:27 PM |
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Player
Joined: 27 Jan 2006
Location: San Frantastic, California
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Letters are sent in urgency to the following company:
-The Defense line of Nes'ek
-Kholingen
-The Amian Trade Federation
-Mystra's Tower
-Bendir Dale
-The Shrine Of Eilistraee
-Winya Ravana
"All citizens of Guldorand, or current residents are to report in to Mynna A.S.A.P.
As for our allies,
new threat from an old face shines once again towards our mountains. Where we have thwarted them once, the Banites again have threatened to attack Guldorand as learned from a few unfortunate attackers last eve. I am calling in need of a defense line to strengthen our town once again for we find ourselves pinched in between Ankh'remun hostilities, and now this of the Banites. Grab your weapons, your arrows, your traps, and your hearts. For it is time to draw the blood from the over-zealous church that wishes harm us during a sensitive matter. Know that the Nes'ekian refugees as well as the citizens of Guldorand are all under protection in this village, please come A.S.A.P. to begin structuring the defense line. Just because our war band has rested on the ground, does not mean the hands cannot lift it once again. It is time to reach out to fear and grip its spine, and rend it to nothing more than a shadow of the past. I beg you all to answer this call to arms.
If they wish for war, we will answer."
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Character Status:
Mynna- Guldorand
Samrael Cymere-Winya Ravana
Laika-Unknown
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Ekalb_90
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Posted: Thu, Sep 25 2008, 8:56 AM |
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Player
Joined: 30 May 2008
Location: Toowoomba, Aus
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Dzumbra Hhnjik returns to the desert from a 10day of meditation. As he steps through the portal he finds himself surrounded by carnage. he looks at the buildings fallen, the corpses of the dead;
"No....... " He gasps. He looks past this to see undead feeding on other corpses and fighting each other. They turn and spot him, "By the love of Lathander....."
He draws his bow and knockes an arrow and fires, the army of undead drudges towards him. Dzumbra summons a hound archon to help him fight but it was futile, Dzumbra knows there are too many for him. He fires arrows and spell at the undead taking 1, 3, 6 down but there are still hordes of them marching forward. The undead subdue the archon and turn to Dzumbra.
He slings his bow over his shoulder and unsheaths his astral sword. It glows as he swings it cutting into rotting flesh of undead. The undead hit and scratch him. He is swarmed by them, too may of them. He stubbles back panting, he knows he will not last much longer. He casts one more spell before falling backwards threw the portal.
He falls flat onto the hard floor and lies there panting. He slowly crawls to his knees as tears well in his eyes.
"How could I let this happen?" The tears begin to run down his cheeks. He suddenly realises that there is no one guarding the portal. He stands up and looks around, Where is everyone? , he asks himself. Fear hits him as he realises the worst, what if they didnt make it out alive. He sheathes his sword and runs back to Cordor to look for survivors. He prays to Lathander that everyone is ok.
///ooc I cant believe I missed this all..... note to self never leave the game for more then a week 
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Characters:
Main: Delixan Ga'Devargha of Forrstakkr (snow elf)
Secondary: Lord Akkarin, Dark Magician (Mulan)
Secondary: Dzumbra Hhnjik Dawnbringer Sage and Prophet of Lathander (sun elf) [visiting the mainland away for sometime]
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OwenBelmont
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Posted: Sun, Sep 28 2008, 5:53 AM |
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Joined: 08 Dec 2007
Location: Forum Troll
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I play
Crystalitharion:At the core, a beast.
Velkyn Skikudis:Merchant of the "Laughing Skulls"
Owen Belmont-Long vanished Archmage and savior of the clockwork plane of Mechanicus.
Octavia Celestyr-Soldier of Doom
Last edited by OwenBelmont on Mon, Sep 29 2008, 0:52 AM, edited 1 time in total.
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TormakSaber
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Posted: Sun, Sep 28 2008, 6:20 AM |
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Joined: 16 Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere
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OwenBelmont wrote: *Slaadi of all manner of colors from green, to red, even the death and powerful white slaadi are seen patroling up and down the skull crag mountains, several clockwork spiders are seen patroling gulinans hold and a twelve foot conglomeration of various metals stands over looking the portal at all times, takeing silent note of who enters the hold and who doesnt*
((Urr no, if you want Multiple Slaadi, you need to clear this with me in game. A White Slaadi and Death Slaadi especially. I will give you clockwork spiders, not a Juggernaut.))
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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham
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Galenson
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Posted: Sun, Sep 28 2008, 7:56 AM |
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Player
Joined: 26 May 2006
Location: Down Under, calculating your demise with blunt expressions.
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Salandran medical supplies stop arriving at Guldorand abruptly and suddenly. One can only question what has the Salandrans so distracted?
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Plays:
"I'll think of something once Amia:EE drops."
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OwenBelmont
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Posted: Sun, Sep 28 2008, 23:13 PM |
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Joined: 08 Dec 2007
Location: Forum Troll
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I play
Crystalitharion:At the core, a beast.
Velkyn Skikudis:Merchant of the "Laughing Skulls"
Owen Belmont-Long vanished Archmage and savior of the clockwork plane of Mechanicus.
Octavia Celestyr-Soldier of Doom
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Sunkin Sheep
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Posted: Mon, Sep 29 2008, 21:58 PM |
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Player
Joined: 27 Jan 2006
Location: San Frantastic, California
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Dozens of red-cloaked individuals are seen setting up security checkpoints up and around the Skull Crags, mainly around Guldorand and the ancient hold in the North. The forces of Guldorand seem to continue to grow steadily and have been thwarting separate attacks from Banites, drow, and bugbears alike, reports claim. Save for medical supplies from the Salandran Temple, the gathering of resources and provisions have slowly increased in the uplands as well, despite that the trade routes are forced into lock-down currently. There is little light on the situation as to how the refugees of Nes'ek and the Guldorandi are dealing with this turmoil, for Guldorand and the deserts of Ankh'remun are hazardous for all travelers as these affairs continue.
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Character Status:
Mynna- Guldorand
Samrael Cymere-Winya Ravana
Laika-Unknown
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OwenBelmont
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Posted: Wed, Oct 01 2008, 21:39 PM |
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Player
Joined: 08 Dec 2007
Location: Forum Troll
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SOMEWHERE IN TARKUUL A BLACKGUARD LAUGHS
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I play
Crystalitharion:At the core, a beast.
Velkyn Skikudis:Merchant of the "Laughing Skulls"
Owen Belmont-Long vanished Archmage and savior of the clockwork plane of Mechanicus.
Octavia Celestyr-Soldier of Doom
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Gravemaskin
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Posted: Fri, Oct 10 2008, 7:00 AM |
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Joined: 29 Jul 2007
Location: Norway: Home of the Trolls
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Maioth returns to the temple after the days events, and writes his closing and finsihing report on the events in Nes'ek, then conducts some research and writes a report on the items he recovered in the name of the Order.
//HA HA! only avaleable to thoose who can read the Kelly and Sallly forums!!*rubs it in*
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Adair - Druid and part time treant cosplayer
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TormakSaber
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Posted: Fri, Oct 10 2008, 7:17 AM |
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Joined: 16 Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere
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Seen across the Ankh'remun region, a pillar f light slams down into Ankh'remun's tomb, crashing and wending rubble downwards. Soon after, a screeching wail is heard, and most of the undead in the area begin to wander around aimlessly. Their drive is gone, and most of them turn on each other, tearing the other corpses to bits. The smarter undead attempt to flee, but many are chased down by the Nomads, emboldened by the undead's confusion and disarray.
All that is left of Ne'sek is charred ruins. Lady Si'neela is notably absent from the Lathander Temple, andd ... every great now and then ... A tanned man or woman peeks through the portal to look at their ruined home. Not for long, as without the morningcrystal, the protection just doesn't seem all there. But they do go back...
Slowly, the numbers of undead dwindle entirely.
Slowly, Ne'sek begins to rebuild.
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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham
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OwenBelmont
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Posted: Fri, Oct 10 2008, 14:46 PM |
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Player
Joined: 08 Dec 2007
Location: Forum Troll
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Somewhere in Tarkuul, a blackguard weeps.....
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fireprooftroll
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Posted: Fri, Oct 10 2008, 15:00 PM |
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Joined: 10 Mar 2008
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There are many shadowy figures lurking outside of Guldorand, watching with distinct horror, fear on pallid faces and fingers digging hard into shaking palms. Some bow their head, others shake and curse in denial. One or two may emit a shuddering sob of hopelessness. More than a few wonder what will happen when the heroes start coming down the mountains, looking for the foes who have attacked and harassed them so many times.
Some leave immediately, fleeing into the shadows. Others utilize spells or supernatural abilities to simply vanish. A few group together, displaying alliances older than current events, and move off quickly. A few loners cast about, examining the situation.
Some stay, some leave.
In the face of defeat, evil yet again disintegrates into its smaller pieces, shattered like a fragile vase, that once held the most beautiful of black roses.
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FA_Frey_XC
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Posted: Fri, Oct 10 2008, 18:39 PM |
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Player
Joined: 18 May 2005
Location: XC HQ Alpha, Sol System, Sirius Sector.
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*sitting at his desk in Tarkuul, Frey hears of the reports of Nes'ek. He sits back, dismissing the messenger, his fingers steepling in front of him.
A small, wry smile could be seen behind that curious sight of bone and flesh - a smile that spread across his thin, bluish-purple lips.
He chuckled, then leaned his head back to rest upon the wood behind it.
"About time...
Now.. the =-real-= fun begins."
the messenger heard as he exited the Speakers Office.*
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"Come under the flag of truce, and brook no treason... for mineself is Death, and care not whom knows mine touch."
- Frey Asaid'De Majere
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corypx
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Posted: Sat, Oct 11 2008, 0:25 AM |
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Joined: 14 Oct 2006
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*people walking through the portal to Nes'ek can see piles of debris upon entering, they are stacked poorly into wood and stone with tracks from what looks to be from a cart.*
*when steping into the open area of Nes'ek it looks bare from what the ruins once were, only small bits of wall remain standing with smashed stones scattered in the sand
but still untouched is the center of town where the morning crystal and two statues once were*as a sign of respect
also tents can be seen being placed by the cliff wall as shelter for old residents,workers or anyone aiding*
*people looking at what once was the temple can see spikes from the barricade as a outline of where it once was*
//they were discos defence tents in the desert, tormak you can change anything you dont like.
_________________ ================-<Cory ShadowFlame>-================ Risenlord-Shifter(OMG a Non-Dragon Shifter that can hold his own in PvE) 
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Galenson
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Posted: Sat, Oct 11 2008, 2:02 AM |
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Player
Joined: 26 May 2006
Location: Down Under, calculating your demise with blunt expressions.
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Anyone returning from Benwick Hollow would be returning to Ne'sek under the protection of the Eternal Order. The Salandrans once again absent.
Rumours are spreading around, makes you wonder why the Salandrans are so pre-occupied.
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Plays:
"I'll think of something once Amia:EE drops."
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