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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: The Memories Connected by the World of Twilight
Linnix took the package from Loriel's giving hands. Carefully unwrapping the paper, her eyes widen as she sees the gloves and bracelet.
"Oh wow, thank you!" Linnix says, examining the bracelet in her hands, "I hope you don't mind if I don't wear the gloves right now." She adds, indicating her apparel for the evening.
She takes the bracelet however and slips it onto her wrist. There, it fits perfectly with the silvery nature of her dress.
A myriad of emotions flows beneath the surface of Linnix, and strangely, the dress she wears seems to reflect it subtlely, with the flickering candle and lamp lights playing on the faint colours in the dress itself. Shimmering and changing from one colour to the next, in the same movement as Linnix breathes. Largely, however, Linnix feels very nostalgic. 'With all the will in the world.' Linnix had heard that phrase before.
Linnix closes her eyes, feeling her well of emotions and memories. "I'm ready." She murmurs.
Posted on 2008-05-14 at 04:15:59.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Updated
Actually, the update for us is the last post on the page before (page 4); my post ended up moving us to the current page (page 5).
Posted on 2008-05-14 at 00:17:23.
Edited on 2008-05-14 at 00:18:09 by Reralae
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: "Do, or do not; there is no try."
One of the Arcona fell. The other was still on their path to evade being caught. I don't know where the streets go, and he obviously would Ninkanna muses, realizing that the chances of catching the second one grew slimmer by the second.
"Si-Di!" Ninkanna calls over her shoulder, "Stay with the other one; Kavtan and I will get this one!"
She notes the silent comlink in her hand, although she didn't try using it again; if Master Arkana was busy, she didn't need the distraction. She slips the comlink on her belt, and just concentrates on running. Concentrate on the moment, not the past or the future, because the moment is what matters at this time.
Posted on 2008-05-14 at 00:13:28.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Posts People?
I'd like this adventure to continue, but the lack of posts is kind of making me worry...
Posted on 2008-05-13 at 23:50:59.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Shy Candle Light, of a Star of Unseen Night
For the first time in a while, Linnix was in no hurry. She had taken a bath, with soap that seemed to be scented with lavender and a soft flowery feel, if smells had a texture. Now, she stands in front of the mirror, softly humming to herself. Carefully, she puts on her eye shadow, patting the skin softly with the powder. The black blue eyeshadow complemented her blue-green eyes. It sounded like there was a party going on, and even if there wasn't, Linnix still wanted to see. She gently dips a little brush into a small vial of red, and stops humming while she applies the lipstick. Slow and methodical. That's how you want to hold the brush in calligraphy, and Linnix thought it's about the same with lipstick too. Linnix pauses, and softly rinses the brush in a little water basin.
This was as far as she usually went, in terms of makeup, but tonight she wanted to try a little bit more, just to push herself out of her comfort zone. Closing the vial of lipstick and container of eyeshadow, she opens her little chest of things. Before, she used this chest to assume a different look for the purpose of not being detected, but this time she would just try and see what she could use. Dye, not needed for tonight; her hair was fine. Blush? Perhaps, and if she didn't like it, she could just wash it off. Eyeliner? No, it contrasted too sharply with her appearance, she thought, seeing how her hair is a bright colour. Hmm, alright, just blush it is. Taking out the light red powder, Linnix hesitantly brushes some onto her cheeks, carefully examining the mirror to see the results. It wasn't too bad, maybe a bit overdone, but it being near dusk, perhaps it'd be fine.
Linnix puts her little chest away, and pulls out the box from The Silken Winds. Taking a breath, she pulls out the dress, feeling its touch against her skin. Carefully, she slips it on over her body. Just like in the store, its movement is fluid, and it feels almost as though she isn't even wearing anything. Then Linnix realizes she didn't get any shoes with the dress. Although, she reasons, that kinds of defeats the purpose of wearing this particular dress. Maybe I'm fine without shoes. Hesitantly, she moves in a twirl, feeling the slight weight of the skirt as it expands like a gentle breeze.
Linnix stops and looks in the mirror, and suddenly her heart feels like it froze. She turns away from the mirror, her hands shaking. Alright, note to self: don't look in the mirror when I'm going to dance Linnix says to herself. She sits cross-legged on the floor, the dress flowing out from her waist unaided and forming an ocean around her. She had forgotten about that, and seeing herself in the mirror, her mind betrayed her for just an instant. At least, I am finally fulfilling that one promise I made Linnix thinks sadly, a tear forming in her eyes.
After a moment, or maybe it was half an hour, Linnix stands, now ready. Turning towards the mirror, although not looking directly, Linnix murmurs aloud, "I'll do my best."
With her composure regained, Linnix slowly descends down the stairs. There was a loud orchestra of glasses tinkling, bodies moving, and people talking that could only be a party in the other room. Linnix bypasses the room swiftly; she knew Aelistae wouldn't be in here. Stepping outside, her eyes wander around, until she spots Aelistae in the corner, with Xaris sitting by her. Linnix gives a soft chuckle inside, the fighter didn't look like he got out often, but then again, neither did she really. Aelistae's gown didn't really surprise Linnix at all; they did intend to dance after all.
Stepping lightly around the other people, Linnix even passes Bart and Elesia dancing. What a happy couple they made, and Linnix couldn't help but smile at their elegant dance. Finally at the same area as Aelistae is, Linnix too takes a seat.
Linnix looks at Aelistae's blade, and begins to wonder if she should have brought something too. "Umm, Aelistae, do you think I need a blade?" Linnix asks hesitantly.
Posted on 2008-05-13 at 02:14:12.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Decisions and More Decisions
The girl watches the stranger's plight below; she didn't need to sleep, and didn't need to eat either. If I interfere... what will happen? the girl wonders, they might come, and if they do, what will I do? What do I do? A bead of sweat drops from the girl's forehead.
Down below, the drop hits the hound's nose, and the hound sniffs, catching an unexpected scent. It tilts its head as high as it can go, to no avail; even those who can see in the dark cannot see this girl. Oh dear, it noticed me; I have to do something now. the girl thinks, glad that the decision was made for her, but still apprehensive of the repurcussions.
Still sniffing and looking, the hound doesn't even get to react until it is too late. It cries out in pain as something hits it quite hard in the side, which throws it back and shows that its side is now cut open and is bleeding. A silvery scimitar appears, dropping to lean against a tree trunk to the side, the moonlight glinting off of the parts of it not covered in the hound's blood. The hound, now hurt, leaps into the air, trying to follow the scent of its attacker. However, the air is the girl's element, and even the hound cannot track her in the air.
Posted on 2008-05-13 at 00:35:36.
Edited on 2008-05-13 at 00:42:49 by Reralae
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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: Umm
Ninkanna is also pursuing them, or at least that's what I thought I put...
"Master, if you're still outside, there's two Arcona that seem to be in a hurry; I not sure that I can catch them in time." She says into the comlink,
running to try to intercept the two,
while drawing one lightsaber in her other hand.
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 04:49:11.
Edited on 2008-05-12 at 04:50:23 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Oh, sorry
There might have been a bit of misunderstanding with my deadline post, but what I meant was the May 17/18 weekend.
I'm sorry I wasn't specific...
Oh, and the party has another companion; Shades has made his character and will be joining (I received his paragraph and character information via PM, and posted his paragraph in the recruitment thread for viewing).
Posted on 2008-05-12 at 00:03:10.
Edited on 2008-05-12 at 04:56:39 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Whew
That has to be the longest post I've done so far. I hope that's OK though and I didn't make any mistakes...
Oh, and since Linnix is buying the mithril shirt, she'll sell the bracers of armour.
Posted on 2008-05-11 at 20:12:11.
Edited on 2008-05-11 at 21:22:40 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Equipment and a Dress
Hearing Miriam's voice seems to wake Linnix out of her examination of the scythe in her hands. She nods and smiles to Miriam for her act of kindness. After Miram finishes with the mithril shirt, Linnix walks up hesitantly, still holding the scythe.
"Umm, how much is this?" Linnix asks.
In the back of her mind, Linnix also thinks about the mithril shirt. From what she heard, it wouldn't be restrictive at all for her, but she wasn't that much of an actual fighter, in the melee sense anyway. However, it seemed that she would likely need to use some soon, since she had already been in two situations where she probably could have used it, and if she wanted to use the scythe at some point, she could probably use it then.
That last point settles it in her mind. The balancing scale had been turned. "I'd also like to buy one of those shirts," Linnix adds, "And a couple of those bolts you mentioned, specifically one electric, three fire, three sonic and three ice, if possible."
* * * (After the smithy)
Linnix wanders around the city almost aimlessly. The scythe on her back attracts a few questioning looks, since it is an uncommon weapon to use, but Linnix just shrugs them off, too intent on her task. She was after something, and just like the scythe, although she only saw it once and never even thought about buying one before, she would buy it. She wasn't even paying attention to the names of the stores she stopped and looked at.
Finally, she finds a place that looked promising. The Silken Winds Stepping inside, Linnix is immediately hit with the scent of multitudes of fabrics and threads and the smell of a long-burning lamp. In one corner is a wooden loom; clearly all the clothing here was hand made. What a selection there was too. Linnix wanders around, looking at the clothing, all neatly lined up along one wall that seemed to be like an incredibly oversized closet, and another that seemed to be like an oversized wardrobe, with a multitude of drawers along the bottom.
"Can I help you?" A voice from the side asks.
To Linnix's surprise, a man in his later years had walked out from a back room, and was now at the loom, weaving another fabric.
"Surprised?" He says gently, "Many people are when they enter my shop. Yes, I could have done smithing if I wanted to, but I wanted to make far more elegant things than can be accomplished with even the finest wire. Mithril comes close, oh yes, it does come close to the lightness of silk, but it is a bit too impractical to use for that, being expensive and all, and there is no substitute for the feeling of silken clothing. Oh, I'm sorry, I ramble on sometimes. Now then, what are you looking for?"
Linnix turns to the man. If any random person just started rambling at her about something, she wouldn't have heeded, but this person was a craftsperson, and so she knew how strongly some felt about their art. "I'm looking for a dress, one to dance in. I'm not exactly sure what I am looking for though; I'm pretty sure I'll know when I see it." Linnix says.
The man smiles, "I'm sure you will, but let me aid you by narrowing your search."
The man gets up from the loom and walks over to the other wall and opens a drawer. "I keep the majority of the dresses I make in these drawers, so that they don't see as much wear along the shoulders as when they are put up on a hangar." The man explains, more out of habit than anything else.
The first gown the man pulls out is exquisite, but strangely colourless. This gown appears to be made up of two halves, one which is made of a white silk, with black embroidery while the other is exactly the same, but inverted, with black silk and white embroidery. The two halves meet in the middle, separated distinctively along a seam that goes from the point in the v collar line to the middle slit in the full-length skirt. Through this slit can be seen an underskirt of alternating white and black panels. In the back, the gown's two halves intertwine, blurring the distinction between the two as they merge and separate. The left side of the gown is the black silk side; the right, the white. The man shakes his head and puts it on the table in the center of the room as he regards the dress below it in the drawer.
"You said you were dancing," The man thinks aloud, "but different styles of dancing require different things from the clothing worn; what exactly do you need in this dress you are looking for?"
Linnix raises her hand to her chin as she thinks about Aelistae's dance the other night. "I'm afraid I can't quite answer your question. My friend said she'd teach me, and her dance seemed to be entirely just her emotions put into movements."
The man chuckles, "I see, then it is a pure heartfelt style. That style generally requires the most out of the outfit worn, since it requires the versatility to express whatever the dancer is feeling, from the strongest emotions to the most subtle. Some of the strongest dancers of that style even forfeit clothing just because they never got to find that one gown or set of clothes that exactly fit what was needed. My daughter is an incredible dancer, and prefers that style as well. It took me quite a while to design a gown that accentuated her dance, whatever form it took, but I did succeed." The man puts the black and white gown back in the drawer and closes it.
The man walks over to the pair of drawers at the corner. "I have just one final question. There are two versions of this dress that I have made, which use different colours because they are intended to be worn at different times. What time do you plan to dance?"
"At dusk." Linnix says simply.
The man nods, "Ah, twilight, although I don't doubt your dancing will take you past the time when the sun passes over the horizon. I think this is what you're looking for then." With that, the man opens the bottom drawer, and pulls out a gown.
The silvery sheen in the silk gown immediately catches Linnix off guard. The gown seems to almost shimmer in the lamplight, a clear indication of what it would appear in the moonlight. Unlike many other gowns, this one consists of several different slightly translucent layers, enough to let the individual colours of each layer to interlay, as it achieves a near other-worldly effect. The bodice is incredibly light and loose, and consists of a strange pattern of interconnected warm tones of a faint red, violet, and even an orange colour if held at an angle. This extends along the very loose elbow-length sleeves to end with a silvery lace. Underneath the translucent components of the gown, there is a loose layer that has white embroidery on it, in a gentle pattern of stars and winds, as well as the bizarre silvery sheen that gives the dress its appearance. At the waistband is a simple band of the same silvery cloth and white embroidery. The bodice flows down along the torso from a v neckline, and the back is simply open from the neckline, and closes just above the waistband. The skirt of the dress is in a similar pattern, but only the upper portion has the same warm tones as the bodice. At knee length there is a soft, slight band of a cooler shade of violet, and then past that the skirt consists of cooler tones, mainly consisting of shades of blue. The ankle-length skirt is very loose, and has two slits along the sides, allowing for more ease of motion, and even as Linnix tries it on, it feels almost as if she isn't wearing anything. The man expertly tailors the waist and shoulders to Linnix's form, leaving just the perfect amount of room so that it isn't tight, and leaves the length as it is. Somehow, even as Linnix stands still, the skirt retains a bit of its shape and doesn't simply collapse upon her legs.
The man smiles, "That should do for you."
"How is it holding its shape?" Linnix asks, looking at herself in the full size mirror in the fitting room.
"Mithril is expensive, so I use it sparingly, but that doesn't mean I don't use it at all." The man says, "It's only enough so that it holds the skirt open when you're just standing still, just enough so you don't really feel it; a special request of my daughter's."
"And don't underestimate it." The man says with a chuckle, "It looks delicate, but it can withstand a wide variety of gymnastics, as my daughter can tell you."
Soon afterwards, Linnix walks away from The Silken Winds, delicately holding the box in her hands that holds her new gown.
Posted on 2008-05-11 at 20:06:34.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: A Shared Future... and the Watching of Time
Out of the corner of her eye, the girl can see a horse leave town. Upon it is the rider whom she had followed earlier, and even more recently actually ran into, albeit in a different form. What are you up to? She wonders, leaping from the clock tower and into the air.
However, even as she flies high above and catches up to the rider below, the girl feels a shiver. It was a calm day, with no breeze or anything, but it is not the weather that caused her to shiver. Oh no... how long have I been here? The girl wonders, glancing up at the sun above to judge. It has been at least a week, and still there was nothing... was she wrong? She desperately hopes so, but she pushes the thought out of her mind, feeling the gentle air beneath her and holding her aloft. She soon forgets, feeling the tranquil motion of flying and allowing it to calm her nerves.
Pensive, the girl continues flying, invisible to all sight, and she follows the little dot that is the person below.
Posted on 2008-05-11 at 06:30:18.
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Topic: Your Inner D&D Character
Subject: Using Miko's links...
True Neutral Elf Bard
^_^ I was pretty sure about the alignment and race, I just have no idea what class I'd pick (bard seems OK though)
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 21:30:43.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Not so Fast...
Ninkanna's ears twitch as soon as the sound of the commotion crosses the cantina. Her violet eyes glance over and pierce the crowd, seeing the two Arcona. Her gaze isn't disdainful, her gaze isn't judging, and her gaze isn't wrathful. She just views the two, matter of factly. They will try to run, of course; it is to be expected. Yet, they ran without shooting. That was bizarre. Another thought to be thought about later.
Ninkanna pulls out her comlink in her left hand, "Master, if you're still outside, there's two Arcona that seem to be in a hurry; I not sure that I can catch them in time." She says into the comlink, running to try to intercept the two, while drawing one lightsaber in her other hand.
The lightsaber... a weapon. Yes, it is that, but it can also be a shield, and that's what Ninkanna feels as she draws it, not to attack the Arcona, but to defend if they fire at them. Regardless, they wouldn't be able to answer questions if they were felled in combat anyway.
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 06:33:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A Gentle Roll, and a Gentle Gryphon
Linnix pats the little figurine gently, then carefully places it in her belt pouch.
"Thank you. I'll take good care of her." Linnix promises Angus.
* * *
She had fallen behind. How could she have fallen behind?! Linnix nearly pushes over a few peddlers in her haste to catch up to Aelistae. She quickly spots her through the window of a store, and enters too. Linnix looks around at the things there, but with the interest of a window shopper looking at dust collectors. Aelistae, interested in the mithril shirts, stood over to one side of the shop while Linnix glances over various weapons that she'd never actually buy, but likes how they look anyway.
In the corner, slightly out of view, a glint of metal distracts Linnix. She curiously wanders over and carefully withdraws the item from its perch in the corner. The weight of the scythe in her hands nearly catches her off guard, but she is able to steady herself in time; she had thought it was just a metal quarterstaff. The handle is a beautiful sheen of silver, and looks almost like a temple pillar in its decor. Its shaft is fluted perfectly evenly, with not too many or too few grooves which actually, as Linnix felt, improves her grip on the weapon. Along the shaft is several shelves, not unlike the seams that mark between the segments of bamboo. These are spaced out evenly, and Linnix can feel that they are a perfect distance apart to hold the scythe. The bottom end of the shaft bears a capital that first extends out from the sides of the shaft to form a rifted pommel of sorts that extends beyond the end of the shaft, to a near point at the end. The top of the shaft holds an ornate spear tip, impractical for actual use, made out of the interweaving of metal wire to form what appears to be a flower bulb, not yet in bloom. The blade extends from near the top, seemingly a mere extension of one of the flutes in the shaft. The blade reaches out from the shaft, tapering to a deadly point at the end, however that's not the least of its form. The blade itself has an edge in the shape of the bottom of a bat's wing, and just from looking at it, Linnix can tell that it its serrated edge is perfectly sharp. Carved along the blade itself is an intricate design. In the beginning of the pattern, parallel to the blade's edge is two crescent moon shapes, one curving towards the bottom edge, the other curving towards the top edge. In between the points of the moons, a sideways eye stares blankly ahead, reflecting the gaze of Linnix's own eyes. This pattern continues three times along the blade, until the two crescent moons converge to a point just before the blade's tip. Under and above each eye is a simple triangle, completing the pattern.
Linnix's eyes widen as she examines the scythe. She didn't know how to wield one, but she thought it might be something she'd try, at some point.
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 02:40:55.
Edited on 2008-05-10 at 05:31:10 by Reralae
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Devoid of Jokes
Iskanna raises an eyebrow at Chancer, whose arrival seems rather suspicious, at least to her. Or maybe she was being paranoid again. She never knew.
Iskanna raises her hand to her mouth, thinking over the battle and her comrade's strength. Apparently she didn't prepare the best spells for their combination, but that would have to wait until the next day to remedy.
"You're very good at crowd control." Iskanna says appreciatively at Toby.
She places the bow back over her shoulder, where it stays with her backpack. The bizarre thing about that is that the bow, backpack, and her skin colour, a woody tone, are the only colours of her attire, which consists mainly of a rather unique gown. This gown appears to be made up of two halves, one which is made of a white silk, with black embroidery while the other is exactly the same, but inverted, with black silk and white embroidery. The two halves meet in the middle, separated distinctively along a seam that went from the point in the v collar line to the middle slit in the full-length skirt. Through this slit can be seen an underskirt of alternating white and black panels. In the back, the gown's two halves intertwine, blurring the distinction between the two as they merge and separate. The white silk half is on Iskanna's right side, the black on the left, which also happens to be the side she draws her bow with. The gown has relatively long and wide sleeves, the bottoms of which come past her fingertips when her arms are at her sides. The embroidered pattern in the dress is an interlay of vines and flowers and stars. The dress' waist on Iskanna is quite small, considering that she is a full grown woman, and she seems unnaturally light.
Iskanna fidgets, putting a lock of her long black hair behind her ear. "We might be close, but in which direction should we go?" She asks, "They attacked from ahead, but that doesn't necessarily mean that their base is in that direction..."
Posted on 2008-05-09 at 23:45:06.
Edited on 2008-05-09 at 23:54:33 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Odds and Other Odds
"HEEY! Let me try!" Linnix calls over the crowd that had gathered at the little game.
Mainly pushing her way through to the front of the crowd to where Xaris and Aelistae is, Linnix watches Xaris's most recent try, then steps up. Rummaging in the pouch at her belt, she pulls out 2 shiny platinum pieces. Swiftly, she tosses them into the box, then gives an over-eager spin, sending the cage twirling about its axis like it was set in a mage's wind wall.
"Ooops," Linnix says sheepishly, "Was that a bit too hard?"
Posted on 2008-05-08 at 23:55:29.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Sounds good ^_^
I think that's best for the moment...
Posted on 2008-05-08 at 03:14:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Shopping Spree!
Well, I'm not sure what Linnix would be after in particular... she'd be mostly window shopping.
Hmm, there is one thing she might look for though, and that is a set of clothes specifically for dancing.
What are other people looking at for buying? 
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 23:29:01.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Can I Heal? I Wonder...
Ninkanna nods to her master, but there is something she wants to do first. She closes her eyes, and once again, in her mind's eye, she can tentatively see the ripples of the Force. She raises her hand, and senses the waves that ripple from its motion. How do you heal? Ninkanna wonders, knowing how she rejuvenates herself, but at a loss when it comes to another individual. Testing the waters, she concentrates, causing the ocean to ripple at her hand, until she is holding a small wave at it. She carefully reaches forward, seeing the ripples that mark where Si-Di is, and touches her shoulder. The wave is released, washing through Si-Di's form. Ninkanna opens her eyes and takes back her hand, seeing if that did it.
(Attempted Heal Other; Ninkanna smiles if it worked)
Ninkanna then casually walks over to the cantina after saying, "Alright, I'll take a look."
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 23:17:06.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Sorrow
Ninkanna turns and smiles comfortingly at Si-Di, "My full name is Ninkanna Sori, but people usually just call me Anna."
Inside, however, Ninkanna finds that she doesn't quite understand fully just what Si-Di is feeling. She hadn't encountered loss such as this before, and so she couldn't really think of anything to say or do to comfort her. Still, she feels like doing something... yet nothing comes to her mind.
Ninkanna's violet eyes examine Si-Di, seeing how worn or hurt she was. Perhaps healing the body would aid in easing the sorrow she felt... Inwardly, Ninkanna sighs; she hadn't really learned how to heal other people yet.
"Are you... alright?" Ninkanna finds herself asking Si-Di, much to her surprise.
"I mean," She quickly amends, "are you hurt at all? Were you injured inside that shuttle?"
Ninkanna's voice is gentle and kind, and in her eyes can be seen concern for this other padawan.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 02:52:38.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Uncertain
Iskanna tilts her head at the scenario in front of her. She would like to do more, but her training in both clerical and arcane was quite taxing, and so left her with far less in her repertoire of magic than if she only along one path. She was also hesitant to use spells that could otherwise be used for healing. Iskanna sighs, and nocks another arrow to her bow.
Taking aim at one of the other wounded men, with care to not hit her companion, Iskanna looses another shot.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 02:07:47.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: The Name is Iskanna
Iskanna looks over her companion's shoulder, and sees the now-tentative advancing of the ambushers. Holding her bow in one hand, she traces an intricate array of symbols and circles through the air, murmuring as she does so.
Her gentle voice sings almost in a hymn, murmuring several times this phrase: "Tincmaegea en vilya pelekta ho."
At the third repeat, she raises her hand, which has now finished drawing in the air, and seems to grasp something that shimmers slightly in the air. They appear to be the outlines of two throwing daggers. With a negligent flick of her wrist, Iskanna sends the two daggers flying, sailing through the air without fail to strike the man next to the one that fell to her companion's whip.
Posted on 2008-05-07 at 00:46:35.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: FYI
I'm thinking of starting the day immediately prior to the breach of the Linsemptus in my teaser paragraphs in the recruitment. It's not set in stone, but that's what I'm leaning towards...
Posted on 2008-05-06 at 22:58:59.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Hmm
Provided that most (well, I think all, but I don't like to just assume and guess) of the others are using armour, I guess Linnix will grab the bracers of armour...
Posted on 2008-05-06 at 00:41:22.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Given that...
I'm still waiting for backgrounds (and characters for some people), or something at least to provide a starting point for the character, and I have a couple exams in the very near future, so this campaign won't start until next weekend.
Just as a forewarning, that means that if I do not receive something from the three remaining initial players, I will simply have to place your character in a somewhat random location in a similarly random situation that might not even be right for your character. The going has been very slow to start, and this pace might be tolerable in game, where people's updates can be individual and so do not affect other players, but just to start shouldn't take this long.
I don't like to nag, and I certainly don't like to rush people, but when a few characters start to grow dust that's a sign of stagnancy, and there is no life in stagnancy.
Posted on 2008-05-06 at 00:37:15.
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