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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
Waking to the sound of a scream, Jason looks around him. Finding nothing, he walks to the Inn, where he sees the ropes and the people, beckoning Midnight to follow.
Walking up to Zara, he asks:
"What has happened here?" as Midnight sweeps his huge head around curiously.
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 20:22:39.
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Topic: At First Glance
Subject: Roy
Listen Check: 15
Roy stares at the boulder. Surely someone was trying to get in. But who, and why?
Walking up to the edge of it, he calls loudly.
"Hello? Who's out there?"
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 20:20:14.
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Topic: Dogs of War (Alternate History) Criticize Please!
Subject: Dogs of War (Alternate History) Criticize Please!
The following story is an alternate history. In this timeline, the Germans were victorious in WWII. In the final months of the war in Europe, German scientists uncovered the secrets to the workings of the Manhattan project, and managed to complete it before the Americans could. On July 17th, 1944, Germany unleashed a wing of desperate bombers modified to hold the ungodly weapon. Only one made it to the intended target, but it was more than enough. London, England, disappeared in a blinding flash in the depths of the night. One hundred thousand dead, with the promise of more to come. A week later, a second wave of bombers strikes down Moscow and demolishes the English rear lines. As a third wave was built, and the German army mowed down the remaining Allied forces, Hitler sounded on every radio channel. “The Final Solution has been altered. All countries must stand down at once, or the Sun will destroy you.” With that ominous note, the world began it’s countdown to doomsday. A hundred years later, Hitler’s statement has yet to be fulfilled. Country after country had been devastated, and even the U.S., a titan in its struggle against the ever-increasing onslaught, eventually fell. The U.S. armed forces however, fought on. And here the story begins. 2044. A retired general lives out his possible final days in Florida before the Nazi encampments there realize who he his. When his counterpart in the Nazi army finds out he lives in their backyard, he sees a chance to end their bitter rivalry once and for all.
Chapter 1: Old soldiers
Darkness. From horizon to horizon, all was dark. The crescent moon was obscured by a blanket of clouds, but a sliver of light shone through. That sliver pierced the window of a bedroom. A clock inside the silent room read “1:07” in bold red numbers. A bed lay unmade and the door ajar, but there was no light on. Nearly silent footsteps faded away from the stairwell beyond. The door to the garden at the back of the house swings open with an ominous creak. Out came a shadow, silent and hidden. Dark gray hair barely showing from under his cap, the old man crept along the wall. Edging his eye around the corner, he saw lights. A humming noise came from the same direction. He sighed. Mr. Gaevin must be here; it had taken him long enough to figure it out. Shifting slightly, as the moon comes out from behind the clouds, the old man’s hand reaches to his hip. A glint of silver shows in the silent night.
Gaevin had, in fact, arrived. Black clothes, and a rifle slung across his back, the Sergeant rode towards the house of his sword enemy, the man who had killed his commanding officer. Two of his guards, faceless in their red armor, were with him. Just hours before, a prisoner had been forced to give him a name. Jack Delvinski. Delvinski, the man who was single-handedly responsible for the destruction of five divisions. Delvinski, the old geezer with the rusting revolver. Well, that revolver would trouble him no more. Tonight must be the last night of his life. Whether he knew it or not. The ATV’s stopped, riders and all. Mr. Gaevin flung himself off.
“Even soldiers die, old man.” He said with a chuckle to himself aloud.
Jack crouched and watched. Slowly he raised his aging pistol. The barrel pointed directly between Gaevin’s eyes. It was a wonder he never noticed.
“Old soldiers never die, Michael. They just look that way.” Jack murmured. The night split open with a thunderous crack. A thud and a whimper arose from the dying man. The moon made the blood look like silver. The two men stared. One raised his rifle, and looked for a target. He never found one. The silence was shattered twice more. A crackling series of shots rang from the other gun. Windows exploding in showers of diamond knives. Jack’s shaky hand missed when he loosed another bullet. The next two found their mark. An old soldier, returning to his work after what he thought to be retirement, leaned against the wall of his house. His breathing came fast and hard. There was no possibility he could stay here. He had only one choice. He just wished he hadn’t left that radio so damn far from his house so the Nazis didn’t find it…
On the barrens of the Florida coastline, a patrol group rides along the oily coastline. Men in red armor stop and stare at the flashing lights and the sound of gunshots. When all is made silent, one of the men points and twists the handle on his right. The silence is once again broken, by the roar of five engines, and the gentle thumping of the wheels over craters made by bombs and mines, reminders that the war is not over yet.
Jack notices another group of lights moving towards him.
“Of course, they have to notice right away. I’m an old man, take it easy on me.” He swings himself onto the vehicle formerly occupied by Mr. Gaevin, and rides slowly, quietly, into the night. The only problem is that the headlight is still on. Jack fumbles for the switch. Upon not finding one, he curses. A flash of metal and a small smashing noise, and the light is off. The old man roars off into the darkness. Just as he passes beyond the flickering glow of an ancient streetlight, the five men searching for him fly over the hill. One takes goggles from a side compartment of his ATV.
He slips them on and flicks a switch. Sweeping his head, he shields his eyes when he sees the glare of the streetlight. Waiting for the light to flicker off, he looks, and sees his target. Whipping his rifle out, he opens fire and directs his men to do the same. Sporadic shots sing out into the night. The streetlight, like a guardian angel for an aging war hero, provides enough glare that not one shot finds its mark. The noise and light in the once silent night has reached a level appropriate for a war zone. Spotlights sweep over the land around the German camps. Shouts come from men wondering what the commotion is. The patrol fires their rifles with a steady deliberation, stopping momentarily to gun their engines beyond the streetlight. Moving swiftly away from it all, the shadow that is Jack speeds recklessly towards the rusting shipyards.
Shooting may be hard at night, but between five men, a hit was almost guaranteed, as Jack knew well. Swerving the ATV around a mound of dirt, he reached for the accelerator, and was interrupted by a sudden series of lurches. The rear tire exploded into a cloud of shredded rubber. Two short screeching noises came from the general location of the engine. Jack was thrown off the side unceremoniously into the dust. Coming to a kneel on his decidedly sprained leg; he spat blood on the ground. Snapping his head sideways, he saw the five lights once again. Groaning, he reached for his pistol, but stopped short. Crawling over to the useless ATV, he flipped open the side. Fumbling around inside, he pulled his hands out with a submachine gun, which he discarded because it wasn’t loaded, and a steel cylinder with a pin-a flash grenade. A brief moment went by. The pin fell into the sand, and the shining cylinder rolled around the corner, as the shadowy man limped over to the edge of the mound, reloaded, and shielded his eyes. A blinding white light erupted, and the dazzled lead driver slammed on the brakes of his ATV. The second rammed into him with a terrible crunching sound, and the third and fourth just managed to swerve out of the way with a stream of swears. Even as Jacks revolver loosed death into the night, the fifth ATV flew over the hill itself.
Two men were out cold from a horrendous accident, two more lying motionless with blood flowing from their chests. The fifth slid to a stop and let loose a burst of bullets. Jacks already injured leg blossomed with blood in two places. Once, twice, three times he squeezed the trigger of his avenging sidearm in desperation. The man before him slid off of the ATV, took one staggering step forward and raised his gun. One last shot rang out into the darkness. The waves slowly slid up, and returned stained red. Jack painfully made his way over to the wreck where the two men had crashed. One was obviously dead, pinned between handlebars and a burning engine. The other was struggling to get up and find his leaders radio, which was squawking with orders to report in. Jack stood over him, and put the radio to the terrified mans lips, and then leveled the revolver at his head. The man who moments before had tried to kill him gulped and hesitantly spoke into the radio.
“We have eliminated the target, situation under control. Will report…” He glanced helplessly at Jack, who silently held up two fingers. “Will report again in two hours.” He breathed out as the radio gave the all clear. The spotlights turned off, one by one. Just before the last faded, one last flash of metal caught the man by the temple. All was silent once again.
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 21:51:40.
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Topic: At First Glance
Subject: Roy
Roy runs his hand through his hair, and sighs. The rain would only make his condition worse. He observed the cavern he was in, the people inside, and the dark corners of the cave itself. He wondered what had brought everyone here to the same spot as the rain began. When Tram speaks to Roy, he responds.
"No problem. And you are? If we're going to be stuck here we might as well get to know each other."
He lifts his arm slightly and pulls back his sleeve. A long, random pattern of green blotches and lines stretches down his arm. The largest spot is pusling slightly. Roy winces and slides his sleeve back into place.
Posted on 2007-10-19 at 19:19:23.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
Jason sits comfortably after the Prince leaves. After having glanced at Septimus momentarily in his frenzied fevor, he looked away, disinterested. Ah, the troubles of civilization.
He continues to fiddle with the horn that was given to him, and eventually leaves the room. Walking up to the counter just as Septimus leaves the pudgy man working it looking absolutely terrified, he politely adresses him.
"Excuse me sir, I believe I have a room in my name, Jason Windspyre, as the Prince's guest."
The innkeeper opens his list, and shortly thereafter speaks.
"And here we are, third room on the left that-a-way."
He points. Jason turns his head and nods, and takes the key. Observing the metal, he walks to his room, mind still wondering. Something is wrong. Once he arrives in his room, he realizes what it is. A minute later, windo and door are still closed, but Jason is no longer in the room. A piece of aged paper sits on the inner side of his door.
"Sleeping by the stables. There isn't enough wind in here."
Jogging lightly on the inn grounds, he soon comes to the stable, and calls.
"Midnight!"
A briskly walking wolverine, black in coat and graceful in motion, appears, and sidles its way over to Jason. Lying with his head on Midnights cloak, Jason slowly nods off to sleep.
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 22:00:19.
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Topic: At First Glance Q&A
Subject: So
we're allowed to post now?
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 19:22:33.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
When the surprise occurs, Jason reaches towards his back slightly, where a staff, one end glowing red, the other blue, lies waiting. When the Elves are revealed, he smiles. Muttering to himself.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected."
As the gifts are distributed, he looks on with increasing surprise. When his is given, he holds is lightly in his hands, and then places it in a holster desiged for a horn on his belt.
To replace my father's...
He thinks as he slips the horn inside.
"Much thanks, this will prove very useful."
Jason happily says as he looks on at the rest of the gifts. He wonders to himself. What would have happened if his father had never been killed? What if the horn that he gave to Jason as a present for his coming of age had never burned along with his home?
He shakes those thoughts out of his head, and turns his attention to Septimus, wondering what he had done to earn the mark on his hand.
But such questions are not the way he was taught to think. He would press the matter if it was needed, but not out of personal curiosity. Besides, he thought with a smile, he had his own secrets.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 22:56:46.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: And...
With the watch all set up...
*drum roll*
Nothing happens. James appears to relieve you, saying:
"Don't worry, I won't kill you in your sleep."
OOC: Who thinks I should look for new players for those two who haven't posted since the first page?
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 22:44:45.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
Jason turns, surprised when Septimus stands. He raises his eyebrows at the mention of the bounty. The ghost of a smile appears on his face at "to the death"
"And I will do all I can to prevent those deaths."
He is silent for a moment, then nods to himself.
"And so will Midnight. Before we leave, after we finish here, I believe you should meet him."
He does not speak any more, but stares at the air ship with a newfound curiosity.
I wonder what it would be like to sail on one... he wonders to himself.
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 22:52:27.
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Topic: At First Glance Q&A
Subject: Ok.
I'm fine with everything so far by the way.
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 19:09:53.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
"I have... skirted... the barrens for years in my travels, stopping as my grove was assaulted."
Jason admits with a half smile.
"They are, in my experience several years ago, not entirely as bad as they seem. They are mostly empty, you see, about as dangerous as dark itself. Not hospitable exactly, but not dangerous in of themselves. Whatever has happened, I would be willing to journey to find out."
He notes the oddity of the ship passed around, he is not a sailor himself, however he is fairly sure that the sails are supposed to be on the TOP of the boat.
He quietely sits and waits for others to speak, casually glancing around the room itself.
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 00:34:04.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
Staring in a composed awe at the globes before him, he admires the craftsmanship. The magical enchantments themselves are strong and well made, however, that which attracts his attention is the fine work done on the physical globes themselves.
As the globes are talked about, he feels the smaller one that was passed around. Rivers, oceans, grasslands, forests, holding the small globe makes one feel like a god observing the world itself.
He hesitates as the larger globe spins, then speaks.
"These are extremely well-made."
"Do you know who the maker is?"
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 19:21:04.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: Intil
Intil Irrigan steps between the two.
"Easy now, let's just set up a watch."
Posted on 2007-10-14 at 23:45:11.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
He returns the hand graciously.
He then sits, and after hearing Dalyndra, he speaks again, voice serious yet somehow light.
"I can provide healing myself, I am a druid, as you may have guessed."
He laughs at himself.
"However, a cleric I am not, and one would be extremely useful. Hopefully however we would not be injured so much as to require too much healing-but I would not have faith in the supposedly barren land's being actually barren."
"If I may ask where we are off to first?"
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 01:41:07.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Jason
The door opens slowly, and a wiry man cautiously steps in. Shining eyes scan the room, and he steps forward.
Wearing a faded green suit, brown hair cut short, and fair skin clear of scars, he swallows and says hesitantly.
"I apoligize for being late, my companion was injured en route, and I had to tend to his wounds."
His brown eyes sweep the room again, and he smiles.
"At least I'm here. Hopefully I haven't caused any trouble?"
He looks as though he would sit down but is politely waiting for an invitation. Thinking to himself, he wonders exactly what the discussion that will follow will entail. He also worries about the health of Midnight, his companion on his travels, who waits outside hunting.
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 00:19:42.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: A few shrugs,
and Intil says "weren't we supposed to take first watch? It's sundown, we should set up."
Posted on 2007-10-06 at 11:14:18.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: I have decided
to NPC their characters, at least until the "set up" of the watch, etc. is done.
Intil and Kelan are at the bridge, looking at the swiftly flowing river.
As you approach, they look at Holly quizzically.
"Who are you?"
Posted on 2007-10-02 at 20:22:20.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: OOC: (Again)
It's been a while since we've heard from either Isabel or Astrolias. As they haven't posted any actions, I'll assume they're still at the bridge, and PM them asking to report in, as they've gone slightly AWOL. Heh.
Posted on 2007-09-29 at 14:50:30.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: "Another reinforcement?"
He says happily.
"I'll assign you with the four other new soldiers. Those two over there (he points to Arrohawk and Saiden) are looking for the other two by the bridge. Go talk to them. By the way, I am Maviar Hendrix, and I will be your Sergeant."
Posted on 2007-09-28 at 21:58:01.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: Various soldiers turn and look as Holly speaks,
and one of them, a halfling, or maybe gnome, stands and points over at a man with the golden sun of Pelor's faithful strung around his neck, who is laughing at a joke of one of the men around him. Eventually he, Maviar, turns around and looks at you.
"Who might you be?"
Posted on 2007-09-28 at 10:45:13.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: Awesome.
If you're ok with it, you're arriving now, to reinforce the company. Describe your appearance at the camp, and I'll have the CO assign you.
EDIT: And yeah, it should, I'll paste it in in a bit.
Posted on 2007-09-27 at 21:38:43.
Edited on 2007-09-27 at 21:39:22 by DemonDavyJones
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: By the way
OOC: We might be adding one more player, hopefully providing some much needed healing.
Posted on 2007-09-27 at 19:11:44.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: .
James flinches when the daggar is swung, then half smiles after Arrowhawk speaks. Before he walks out he says:
"As soon as you're done unpacking, I would go get your friends and take watch. Me and my tent will be along in about an hour to relieve you."
Posted on 2007-09-26 at 21:45:29.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: .
'James' silently gapes as Arrowhawk speaks. As he leaves, one of the men sitting around the fire puts his arm on the shoulder of 'James' in a worried manner.
A few moments later, 'James' (who I will address without the quotes from now on) appears at the door to the tent with a daggar held by the blade, unthreateningly.
He softly speaks "If you truly believe that I am lying about being reformed, or that I would steal from, or otherwise harm any of you, take this and kill me with it."
Posted on 2007-09-26 at 00:57:48.
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Topic: To Break A Nation: D&D 3.5
Subject: .
"No, actually, that wasn't obvious at all. I just guessed and you fell for it." 'James' says with a friendly laugh.
He turns to Arrowhawk and says:
"At the moment I have no need of assistance, though it is good to know I have people to trust if I needed it."
The sun sets at last beneath the horizon, just as (assuming they do after looking at the bridge) the others come back. 'James' notes:
"And, by the way, I'm supposed to tell you that you all have first watch. Me and these guys (he motions around him at the other 5 sitting around the fire) have second, so we'll tell you when it's over as well, after about an hour. Mind you watch that forest, just in case."
Posted on 2007-09-25 at 19:17:34.
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