I was the first to post out of turn, just felt I needed to post then.
I feel I should post now as well, but I want to give others the chance to post so I'll wait untill your next update Tek.
Posted on 2010-01-03 at 22:37:33.
Edited on 2010-01-03 at 22:40:40 by Loki
Topic: ^ < V game Subject: regularly
^ Editor (or something)
< Has seen James Cameron's AVATAR and loved it
V Has also seen James Cameron's AVATAR
Posted on 2010-01-02 at 02:04:18.
Topic: Season of the Witch Subject: I know, posting out of order
Before Erkand could answer his own questions two voices spoke out, the woman in the scale like armour pledged her sword to the man. She spoke of making preparations and saying good byes. Surly they must considder this as a group before actuly commmiting themselves, once a word is given it cannot be taken back and he'd only spoken, not given his...
The girl spoke. Her stammering voice agreeing to this mans terms. Life is life but she was only a child, had she been his own daughter she'd still be with the clan elders learning and playing.
“I… I shall go too…”
It was this voice that incited more rage in him against this Erkand then he thought he could ever feel. THIS WAS A CHILD. Her life was hers to pledge but she had no reason to pledge it.
He walked around the table to where she sat and looked into her, he saw her face tear stained and young, she saw his face, that of but a teen but with eyes holding more then his apparent years would seam to allow. He spoke calm and gently but most importantly honestly to her
(In Alcanese) "You shouldn't give your life. No one should ask for it either."
He turned and looked up at the man that had summoned. He spoke to the monster in Mith'ganni with anger in his voice
(In Mith'ganni) "What monster are you!"
Some spittle escaped his mouth, the melody dropped completely from his words.
(In Mith'ganni) "You'd offer death or servitude to a child! Tell me, what gives you this right? Why shouldn't I ride to the plains with her under my cloak?"
Posted on 2010-01-02 at 01:58:47.
Edited on 2010-01-02 at 02:00:51 by Loki
Topic: Season of the Witch Subject: Speech
After the rest of the odd group had accepted Erkand's proposal the man began a long speech covering why they should trust him, why he had chosen to save them, why they were 'lucky' and what he had for them. He had swept away the posters and replaced them with a stone disk with a spider rune on it explaining what it does, this disk was bad enough, if it was magical then being caught with it would seal and fate that might otherwise be avoided. He asked of them to recover a silver amulet for them and promised them items that they desire, apparently they had much to gain including their lives.
Eofara's life was already his, he didn't need to win it from anyone one, and he still resented them man for acting a god, choosing who to save and who should die by who he an use to his own ends. This man had also revealed to the group that he was magical and that there was someone magical within the group so less reason to trust him and the others, but maybe he had to trust them to find what he really desired. A new bow would be nice but a new stead he could find for himself, he truly desires a cure in case his people were struck by the fever or a way to protect them and he very much doubted they lay in some dwarf cave.
"I was sent, by my people, to find a cure or protection in case the fever stuck us. I doubt either can be found in a cave."
He was very hesitant to take the stone disk but Igni had snatched it up already.
"This all seems good but where or how do you benefit?"
He wanted the truth, not some rubbish about seeking knowledge, knowledge is no good on it's own, but neither is power.
OK, this film is so worth watching and watching in 3d.
Amazing stuff, I was totally blown away by it.
Those of you who have seen it lets discuss it and the tech behind it, those who haven't seen it...
!GO AND SEE IT!
EDIT: If this film doesn't look your cup of tea (because for some reason you don't like the sci-fi and fantasy elements contained in the film) then anyone in the world who can go would still be able to appreciate the cinematography, graphics and general 3Dness of the film.
Basically if you don't like the film itself then your should be able to appreciate the technical elements, just a warning though, some of the faster scenes and most of the action scenes can be hard on your eyes due to rapid movement etc.
Posted on 2009-12-25 at 02:10:20.
Edited on 2009-12-25 at 02:26:46 by Loki
Topic: Merry Christmas! Subject:
Bah humbug to Christmas and have a miserable new year.
(unless we players decide to RP for a bit longer )
Posted on 2009-12-20 at 01:09:46.
Edited on 2009-12-20 at 01:34:11 by Loki
Topic: Dawn of Defiance: The Traitor's Gambit Subject: I think I worked in two SW quotes :)
As far as Hako could tell he was having the worst hangover of his life, most of his senses still refused to work but those that did quickly told him he was in pain, quite a lot of pain, and quite a bit uncomfortable. Infact when his eyes did crack themselves open he wished they had stayed shut, he’d just seen Karra stick a nasty looking big needle into his arm, but was jerked into life by a crash, a body had flown over the room and hit the floor. ’Thud’ he thought. The body stood up and stumbled. Or did he run? Did it make any difference? Towards himself and Karra, to be honest he wasn’t sure it was Karra, all he could see was a fury arm with fury fingers holding a nasty looking needle, the body raised a hand as a pistol came into sight being gripped by a furry hand, the pistol suddenly flew out of the furry hand. The body that that flown across the room, the officer who had been knocked across the hanger raised his own pistol at Karra, again assuming Karra was the fury thing that had been attending to his wounds and spoke.
”Die!”
But Hako had remembered, it had come back to him with a jolt and kicked him into action. From his prone position on the cold hard floor of the cargo bay in the imperial hanger in the imperial space station he took up his own pistol and fired once. “Boring conversation anyway.” Phzoo! The energy bolt from the Twi’lek’s pistol ripped through the man’s unprotected head, splitting it and splashing brain matter against the durasteel crates behind him, before he fell to his knees and then to the ground.
Hako dropped his pistol with a clatter, laid back on the floor and closed his eyes, the pain was subsiding a tiniest bit due to increased adrenalin. He was aware of two more presences, Ithiria and Ara’ala he assumed. They waited in silence, expecting more stormies to come and finish them off, he’d been inches from death twice in the last, he supposed, five minutes so peace, even through death, would be welcome. If he does get of the space station then he’ll keep fighting, keep fighting for his companions, maybe even for that man that had been killed down in the cargo bay. As it happened no one came.
The silence was abruptly interrupted as Ithiria’s comm link came to life. “Clear the area! We’ll be there in less than thirty seconds.” ”Some escape eh?”
He said still laying on his back before reaching out his hand to be pulled up, he didn’t need to be pulled up, but he wanted someone to take it.
Finally placing his pistol back into its holster he was almost ready to go, he grabbed the dead officer’s pistol and any computer stuff he had on him (specifically datapads, datacards/disks/cubes, code cylinders or any type of recording device) before helping Ithiria with the block of carbonate. "Lucky you found me. It's a wonder were still alive.”
He said half laughing as he and Ithiria pushed the carbonate block closer to where Maya’s ship would be landing. He scooped up the stormtrooper helmet for the suit Ara’ala was wearing and tucked it under his arm.
They were on the ship, out of the hanger, heading for a hyperspace lain, leaving his floating prison for the first time. He smiled, he’d promised By’u he’d cause some trouble on blue deck, he’d certainly done that, then he remembered the little parting gift they had left and he smiled some more. Most of the rest of the galaxy was irrelevant to him at present, words cannot describe Hako’s feelings at leaving the space station for the first time in his life, they were good feelings, hard to think such an innocent looking thing could be so horrible. He reached out to hold Ithiria’s hand.
”What did you find in that office you planted the bombs in Ara’ala?
More smiling.
Posted on 2009-12-20 at 01:05:41.
Edited on 2010-03-22 at 07:04:54 by Loki
Topic: SW: Dawn of Defiance Q/A Subject: posting
Can we RP for a bit longer, just us players, there are a few strands that we should draw together and I don't want to let this game go quite yet.
Posted on 2009-12-20 at 01:04:53.
Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A Subject: host
yes, I thought he was impressed by our host. I also think grugg hinted that he may have been interested in what my character was saying... but I could be wrong.
I don't think Agrin is impressed with Kammie's stuttering.
EDIT: But maybe her point if he was bothered enough to listen.
Are we going to have a debate about gruggs character every time he posts?
Posted on 2009-12-17 at 19:34:01.
Edited on 2009-12-17 at 19:53:59 by Loki
Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A Subject: LOL
Am I right in thinking that Agrin might have actually been half interested in what my character was saying as well?
Posted on 2009-12-17 at 17:26:11.
Edited on 2009-12-17 at 17:49:58 by Loki
Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A Subject: reminders
Rest assured that your reminder had nothing to do with my posting today. I do not forget games and if I do not post then it means that I've been busy.
This last week has been busy. (Had to execute a lot of witches)
I don't think I've given you a proper description of my character yet, I'll read through my two posts to make sure.
I was going to include one on my post today but couldn't find a sutable place to put it, I may edit my post at some point (before the next DM update) to include a description but rest assured I will tell you if/when I do put it up.
Posted on 2009-12-16 at 18:29:06.
Topic: Season of the Witch Subject: My post
The weather had descended on the city and pelted it with tears, the streets muddied and the squalid conditions became more obvious, how can a life like this be more advanced, more civilised then life as a nomad. He made is way to the house in the warehouse district, cloak drawn tight against the rain, wanting to arrive quickly but not too keen on the idea of another square building with a roof, the starts and moons were coming out and he’d felt them calling to him in the inn before he’d left. He was pleased to be meeting some people though, he doubted there would be a second elf among them but they would probably mostly be human and humans were friends enough at difficult times, he’d been lonely on his walk to the city and he’d felt slightly lonely downstairs fletching, at least he would have something in common with the people he’d meet.
He wasn’t the first the enter the house, there were already two people inside, so he would make the third person of the group, and as soon as he entered he dropped his sodden cloak onto the seat of one of the six wooden things. Six things to sit on, not blankets but wooden constructions, one of each of them when they were all here, so where was the host unless he was one of the still cloaked figures in the room, and if so then would he stand and they would sit, it was polite to hold meetings seated cross-legged upon blankets in his clan. He stood waiting in the odd silence for the rest of the group to arrive, they tricked in out of the weather, water dripping off their cloaks in an unpleasant fission. Not long after the last person arrived their host announced his presence.
“I am pleased to see you have all accepted my humble, if short-notice, invitation.” A smooth, low male voice spoke just above a whisper, drifting out of the darkness of a doorway into a bedroom. One footstep echoed through the home. Then a second, and a third. A tall figure, shrouded in a black cloak, slowly emerged. “Gentlemen, gentlewomen. Allow me to introduce myself,” He spoke from beneath the raised hood. “I, am Erkand Vale.”
He produced sheets of parchment from a fold in his cloak and cast them on the table, one for each of them, each depicting his or her own face and name, 2 adult humans, two dwarves, a human child and himself, Lainon, but who was who. He had been more shocked by the public execution earlier. He was in his 13th decade and although unused to the trickery and lies of other races was used to the brutality of the world, earlier it hadn’t been the execution that had stunned him, it had been the manner and reception, because he’d killed before. At his first battle some decades ago they had planned to raid a gnoll camp but were greated by the smell of burnt flesh and the cloven heads of their kindred, young and old, on pikes.
To be posted tomorrow morning, among many others. I managed to acquire a few copies before they were tacked up. I can help to keep you safe from the Temple Knights, but nothing in this world is for free. There is something I, too, am seeking in this desperate time, and your talents are…ideal.”
He paused
“There is something I need you to locate for me. With your spread of skills, I have contracted you into my service. Your assistance is required. In turn, you shall be aided in avoiding those who would see you on the scaffold, as you all saw this midday. And since I hold all the keys to the doors of this little arrangement, it would be in your best interest to assist me.”
It was a funny way to go about things, help me or die, and he wasn’t good at guessing peoples bluffs, not of his people were. He picked up his poster and suddenly wished he had a charcoal to scribe his given name over his birth name, this was no choice at all, and he wouldn’t risk his own life as he couldn’t risk the lives of his people if he failed. He spoke in Alcanese to the man who had summoned them, his smooth voice making best of a rougher language then his own.
“If you’d provided horses we could ride for my clan or the mountains, it’s been generations since we welcomed dwarves into our community but not so long since we had humans travel with us.”
He slipped back into his race’s form of elvish for a single word (that roughly translates as ‘life is sacred’ but anyone who knows the language knows its true meaning is closer to ‘life and sacred are one and the same’) “… so tell us what you’d do with ours if we accept.”
The concept of a life belonging to the person who saved it isn’t a new concept in his clan, but it’s still undecided if this man has saved them.
'Aim for the head boys, crossbows ready, and... where did everything go? Blasted dust, this never happens on the surface!'
Varous Khord swears
Posted on 2009-12-15 at 22:06:02.
Edited on 2009-12-15 at 22:07:05 by Loki
Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2 Subject: names
sorry, my character's name is still Gloin. Gimble is his brother, I'll just make it clear in my post.
Posted on 2009-12-15 at 18:57:45.
Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 2 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis Subject: Gems and Glass
He’d been called back to the Kingdom by his brother, his second oldest brother actually, for this unveiling alone. Gimble hadn’t told his brother what he had done but his exact words had been “I was one of the team who worked on it. I swear, nothing more beautiful exists on or under the earth.” He had to come, not only to see this wonderfully thing, whatever it was, but for his family honour. A matter of being seen in the right places by the right people. He was lucky to get the message in time; he had ridden hard for a week to get to the Kingdom in time.
Having arrived with less then a week to spare he returned to his clans home and after a days fortification he began to prepare properly for the unveiling. He spent every waking spare hour carefully cleaning and polishing his equipment to perfection, even his belt had a good application of restorer not wanting to have to buy a new stiff one. He made no attempt at cleaning his gauntlet, he knew it was futile, and besides it was a magical item so stayed in top nick anyway. In the years since he’d originally been gifted his breastplate and splattered it with the blood of the monstrous hordes he’d fought with the elves he’d never been able to return the sheen to its mithril, but what could he expect, mithril was elvencraft and he was a Khord. He took tremendous care in strapping on the whole of his equipment and requested help in donning his breastplate. Masterwork Light Crossbow across his back next to his Masterwork Longaxe, the blade and haft and handle of each polished to perfection, his Masterwork Throwing Axe hanging from his belt on his right, three ebony sticks tucked behind his belt on his left. Next to the ebony sticks a pair of pouches hung from his belt and next to his Masterwork Throwing Axe three cases of bolts for his crossbow, curiously an unpolished, pitted and rusty gauntlet on his right hand. Under all this equipment a new set of explorers cloths reveal his true profession as an adventurer.
So far a physical description has evaded me; most Khord’s eyes are drawn by this perfectly crafted array of weapons and the mithril breastplate. In truth this red-headed, stout male Khord is little different from the norm except his equipment, maybe an inch or so shorter then most and a smaller girth, but otherwise very similar. Not having a single braid in his beard was, however, a mark of shame. Most Khords didn’t have one but after his decade of adventuring he should by all rights have one, and he probably should, he makes a point of his actions on the surface among other races not counting towards any honorific titles below ground. He desires a braid though, just a single braid, and has decided that when he earns it that is when he shall return to his home to live and work. He’ll retire and take up a trade in the Kingdom.
He’d arrived at the museum early, before most people and had met and greeted his brother. Now it was time for the unveiling though, time to see what the fuss was about.
“And so I present to you, the Irondock Sapphire!” He concluded a long speech which people had only listened to with half an ear. Ikamor pulled away a velvet cloth and revealed to all what they had come for. The murmur in the crowd ebbed away. Nobody said a word. The sight of the gem was too breathtaking.
Then people started to move again, and talk amongst themselves. Many praised Kharox for this precious gift. Others could only stare at the gem on its pedestal, and Ikamor who stood next to it, glaring like a monkey with a new bunch of bananas.
He clapped with the rest of them, this gem was special but he’d lost his lust for them some time ago. He’d seen almost weightless glistening glass chandlers within the elven woods, wonderful and intricate and reflecting the bright glow of the moon. Cut and mounted gems within cast red, gold, green and blue light, he’d seen nothing like them before and had never seen anything close in their beauty since. He respectfully made his way to the front to gaze into the heart of the rock; half wishing it would rekindle his love for that give up by the earth. It did not. He was a dwarf with something missing from his heart, he was in the right place with the right people but that was it, there was no joy in seeing the rock.
(OOC: My characters name is still Gloin, Gimble is his brother)
Posted on 2009-12-15 at 16:51:43.
Edited on 2009-12-15 at 18:58:49 by Loki
Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2 Subject: holidays
I'll have more time in the holidays, I'm not much of a fan of Christmas or family get togethers and the like so I'll be in my room with the inn for company. Anyone else who dislikes this period is very welcome to join me.
Posted on 2009-12-13 at 12:40:47.
Topic: Forgotten Kings Subject: lets get going
Eager to get on the road and willing to dispense with the pleasantries quickly Efen introduced himself to the group checking that his belongings were secure upon his pony. Everything was there and he was ready, he had to wait for the rest of the group before they could set off.
"I'm Efen, a warrior from the Frozen Coast. We are adept at fighting pirates and any man who sails in defiance of our Goddess."
What pleasantness he had had in his voice had dissipated with the mention of pirates, he was eager to get going but his voice didn't convey excitement. His tone was sincere and cold, a mark perhaps at how he would deal with the goblins.
He was facing the rest of the motley goblin slaying group now, reigns in his left hand and spear in his other.
there isn't anything perticular that my character wants to do except get moving, I think by the lack of posts so far we are all in agreement that our characters wish to get on with fighting the goblins.
Press on I say, and if anyone complains then tough, we've had long enough to post.
Posted on 2009-12-13 at 01:27:13.
Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2 Subject: Post
I have my post written, but it's hand written so it'll take me some time to type up and at the moment I neither have the will or time to do that.
I should be able to post it up on Sunday
Posted on 2009-12-11 at 20:08:05.
Topic: Dawn of Defiance: The Traitor's Gambit Subject: Down but not out
The shot from the clone hit him in the chest. He was tired from the already long battle. Unconsiousness embraced him. His last thought: 'That'll teach me for not concentrating'. Rather ironicaly no more then a few seconds before he'd been cunsiddering only stunning the very man who had shot him.
The small part of his brain that kept talking in the darkness spoke only of Ithiria and what a loss it was they hadn't met sooner.
Posted on 2009-12-11 at 19:31:44.
Topic: Corrupt a wish Subject: what
What on earth does napping have to do with free, secure, 2GM wireless internet for the whole world!!!
You will reach 100 applauds, but I will make it my personal business that you also reach 101 smites.
EDIT: Someone else posted
You sleep for the next 3 years, unfortunately you sleep thought a nuclear winter (somehow surviving it) and are the only person alive on the planet. You are also unable to die, you are stuck on the planet until the end of the universe itself and then you still live on in the empty black nothingness that is the absence of everything but yourself.
I wish for a pony
Posted on 2009-12-10 at 21:01:19.
Edited on 2009-12-10 at 21:05:19 by Loki
Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A Subject: I'd have to agree
Don't sacrifice the momentum of your game for the sake of a player if the game hasn't started fully yet.
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