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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Story Time
This story is an ancient tale, told by mothers to frighten children into good behavior. It is passed down by mouth, so some of the finer details may be off. Please do not take anything you hear to heart, this is only a housewife tale.
THE STORY OF KING NICOLAI
Long ago, before the ages of modern men, before the taint of evil, the Gods of the pantheon were still about creating the things that we know to this day.
Within his fortress of the sky, the god Norul, then the God of the lost element of the sky, meddled with creations that his brother Tarsonis had forbid. Norul worked with many things, but found one to be irresistable. Evil. Norul created that which threw the balance of good into turmoil. Evil ran rampant about the pantheon of the Gods, and Tarsonis was enraged. He captured Evil, and stored it in a wicked blade he had his demons forge. He forced the blade on Norul, and stripped him of his rank of God of the sky. Forever would he be the ruler of Evil and Darkness.
Norul was furious. He refused to hold this office his brother had forced upon him, and so he cast the blade the earth below.
NOW, during this time the Empire of Schlecta was not in existance. It was the Empire of Aalon. The norhtern state in this empire was ruled by a "King". A just king by the name of Nicolai. Nicolai was a fair man, beautiful and strong. He was loved by his people. He was a mighty hunter, and it was on this day that he and his troop of friends were out in the forests looking for game.
Nicolai was some distance behind his friends when a mighty fireball came from the sky and struck the ground. The explosion seared his friends to death. He was horrified, and rushed to their aid. Being an honorable man, he buried his friends on site, as was tradition. When he finished the rituals, he noticed a great a powerful sowrd, wicked and cruel in appearence, jutting from the eart in the center of a crater.
He stared at it for some time before a voice shocked him. It came from the blade. "Nicolai...Nicolai...I am a gift, sent to you from the gods themselves. Take me up, so that your makers will be pleased."
Nicolai was horrified, and he fled.
Days later, he returned to the gravesite to honor his friends, but was horrified by what he saw. The trees were dead, no larks sung their songs, no deer pranced through the forest. Nothing. It felt cold. He heard a voice once more. "Nicolai, Nicolai!" It said, "Look at the death you have wrought. You have refused your masters gifts, and they have cursed your land. Take me up, or your world will be engulfed in this suffering."
Nicolai was horrified. The honorable man that he was, he took the sword in his hand. The Evil spread through him. Corrupting his mind and soul, body and spirit. It ate away at him until there was no more of Nicolai. Only a foul beast that called itslef Nydus, or the Draconic word for Death, remained. Nydus tore across the land, terrorizing villages and townships. Thousnads of men fell to stop him, and Nydus was slain many a time.
In death however, he was sent to Norul, and when Norul beheld the evil sword which had condemmed him, he sent Nydus back to realm of men once more. And so Nydus cannot be killed, not by any mortal.
Soon Nydus was forgotten. He stopped terrorizing the villages and the townships, stoped burning walls and bridges. He moved into the shadows and was forgotten for all of time. Still it is believed his evil spirit haunts the north, keeping the frozen trundra frozen and the crops from growning in plenty.
And that, children, is how evil came to be.
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 06:13:31.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Gah!
"Are you mad! Kannizan. Come in..."
Calvin eyed the other man suspiciously. How had he procured an enchanted weapon. He also doubted the two were of the same make. It just wasn't likely. He was traveling no where. Not until the need arose. Still, the conversation he had heard had bothered him. He feared what might happen tonight...if anything at all. Still, the conviction in that mans voice was almost undeniable. He had made a threat, he had made a promise.
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 04:44:18.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Ah
"Why do you keep showing up out of nowhere? What business do you have with this blade? It's mine..."
His defensive guard was lowered when the man did not reply.
"I am just a little frustrated. I have found nothing more than I already have. I know no more about this blade then anyone else does. No written records, no oral records, none of the librarians could tell me. My father is missing..."
Calvin turned around and peered out the window.
"I'm not sure what the world is coming to, but it doesn't feel right. Tell me...how does a poor butcher come across such a tremedous item?" He held the sword up.
"He was the son of a sheep herder...and yet he procures something like this...it doesn't add up. This and that stranger conversation I heard today...nothing is going quite right."
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 02:48:45.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: *Sigh*
He paced back and forth, to and fro, in his room. He mind was racing. He had left the school grounds without a problem, but when he reached home, his father was not there. Then, when he went to his fathers work, his foreman said he had not seen him all day.
There was not hind or hair of him on the entire island. He had not returned to the forge, or proceded to any of his other classes that day. He had returned and rushed promply to the library. It was said to be the most extensive collection of combat based knowledge in the known world, although Calvin doubted that. He was sure the librays at Rhoste Citello and Emera Citello were far more extensive.
He thumbed through every book he could find on the mythology and make of blades, and yet found nothing on his sword. He was clueless.
Thats when he had returned to his quarters. Tired and weary...but not before over hearing a very interesting converation as he'd passed by the Head Masters office. This was what he thought about now.
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 01:40:08.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: ...
"I have no control over it's movements. It reacts to my thoughts, not my body..."
He touched it again. It was not any steel or iron he's ever seen. Nor was it any other metal. He put the thought aside.
No one in the room could identify the blades make. The Lycan teacher, the Archer teacher, Kannizan, and this starnge Elf man were all clueless. There was but one other person who could tell him where it came from. His father.
"Kannizan, I need to find my father...may I be excused from campus..."
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 05:21:22.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: The Greatest of Regions
The continent of Aalon is divided into many places of importance. I'm going to be going over some of these natural features.
The Valley of Fire: The Valley of Fire, known as Tarsonis' maw to local villagers in nearby Zylac, is located on the souther edge of the Brigar Mountains, boadering the great expanse of the Orvegra Desert. This valley is filled with an abundance of geothermal features. Almost constantly erupting volcanoes spew out fluid lava rising from the massive magma chamber below. The various geysers, hot springs, fumaroles and mud pots scattered around the tight valley make it unbearbly hot and smokey. The smell of sulfur that should dominate the area is non-existant because the heat is so intense that it literally burns away the stench. The Valley of fire is an inhospitible landscape, only traversable by those attuned VERY strongly to fire magics. All others might well die of heat exhaustion or burn from the heat in the air. This valley however hold an ancient temple to Tarsonis at its far end. It is rumored that this temple contains a great treasure, but as of yet, no man nor elf nor dwarf nor any other creature has reached it alive.
Orvegra Desert: This temperate desert is dominated by sandstone spires, dune seas and a two mile deep canyon forged by the Vala River's southern fork. The desert is an arid wasteland, with only rare pockets of springwater erupting from its dry ground. It is not entirely hostile however. It rains very often, causing the dry ground to flood and raging rivers and mudslides to tear across the dry canyons and sandstone bluffs. It is arguably one of the most beuatiful places in the world. Its hues of red, orange, purple, pinks and yellows cast radiant light in the sun at any time of day.
Vigraave: The Great Northern Tundra, as it is called by men. Vigraave is an Orchish term meaning Solitude. This massive expanse of frozen grassland houses no forests, and barley supports enought life to sustain its massive population of diverse wildlife. The snow is perpetual here, day or night, summer or winter. It never melts away. The rivers stay frozen and the land stays hard and cold. It is belived however that at one time, this area was a fertile northern plain, lush with farms and forestland. There is no written evidence to support this, but old oral house wife tales have been passed down from generations before us detailing the downfall of the region.
Larke Jhorlest: The largest lake in the known world, lake Jhorlest is the source of the Priforgra river, the fastest flowing river in the world. It is believed that an eternal spring, enchanted by the water goddess Xylasta, pours out fresh water into the lake from the depth of Isle Aurouas. Rumor has spread that a sacred cavern of titanic proportions lies under the lake, but the Siprhan military and government, who control Fort Aurour, which is situated on the island in the lakes center, deny all claims of such a cavern.
Mt. Frigra: Mt. Fire, as it is translated from Draconic tongue, is the most sacred mountain on the continent. This 47,000 foot peak is the largest volcano in the known world. Lore has it that this is the resting place of the "Blade of Life", the sword used by Tarsonis during the God Wars. Pilgrims climb to the summit of this mountains via an access trail that must be rebuilt every 16 years when the mountain erupts. The air near this mountains, all the way to its summit, is warm and fresh. It never thins, as if some mystical force is holding life against it. A massive cavern is visible on its south side. The opening juts out of the mountain, but is not reachable by ordinary means.
Dark Crags: The only landmark upon the tundra of Vigraave, the Dark Crags are three jagged peaks formed of black granite that jut out of the floor of the tundra along the shore of the Frozen Lake. It is apparently for no reason that these monoliths formed, but a massive structure is visible along the west face of the center crag. It has never been reached however, because the area is infested with Thresher Worms. These underground terrors can engulf a stray adventurer whole and dissapear back into the very earth from whence they came. They strike too quickly for conventional attacks.
Sylve Glacier: This massive body of ice is unlike an ordinary glacier in the fact that it does not move or progress down the valley it appears to have carved. Located in the deep recesses of the Gurde Bay in Hmeral, the Sylve Glacier is the largest single mass of ice in the world. It is nearly impossible to approach due to its loaction. The bay before it is filled with thick pack ice and floating debris from the may ships ruined there over the centuries. The mountians around it are impassable due to their inhospitible weather. However, onlooker and "Glacier Watchers" from the nearby city of Xychlon swear they can see ruins encased in the ice. What dark secrets this Glacier hold, the world may never know.
Seigor River Valley: The valley inside the Brigor mountains, carved by the Seigor river, is the longest such valley on the continent. This valley is a pine and ferm paradise. The pine covered slopes of the snow capped peaks play host to ever changing fog and clouds that hang low on their flanks. The floor of the valley is cool and moist, covered by a perpetual layer of fog that hugs the ground. Cliav, the capital of the Hemral Kingdom, is situated along the end of the valley, on a granite mesa that has resisted the wear of the river.
Posted on 2009-06-30 at 03:34:54.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Nope
Waaaaaaaaaaaay off the mark. Not even in the same era. Don't bother trying to identifiy it. It'll all fold old later on.
Posted on 2009-06-21 at 11:26:36.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: ah
Werewolves are still very feral in their governing society. They are intelligent enough to realize that other modes of government do exist, however they also all recognize how effective and simple a pack mentality is. They believe it is the safest way to lead.
As for other creatures, humans and elves mostly. Perhaps the occasional Vampire Trader or Demon Tarder or what have you, but its not likley, living in such a secluded society, that you would have had much contact with races that hold no prominant foothold in Elevera. Even your direct contact with humans would be limited to a minimal.
As for the conflict, it is still going on to a small degree this day, but for the most part, the groups have settled their differences. They still despise each other, but coexist more out of neccesity then friendliness.
Werewlves have no real formal education. They learn what their clan can teach them. Coming from one of the families I listed may earn you a slightly more prominant education, but it is nothing like the other races have availible. Wolves are, however, much more in tune with the forest and with the Earth tne even Elves are. Elves spend much time learning history as opposed to learning the lay of the land. Only a very old elf can hope to match a Wolf in his/her knowledge of the land.
The only races not susceptible to a tranformastion are Werewolves (obviously), Vampires, Demons and Arch Angels. Thats it. All other races are able victims...although Dwarfs make awkward wolfs, and are not ususally targeted.
Posted on 2009-06-20 at 21:42:06.
Edited on 2009-06-20 at 21:43:31 by Babaloo
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Gah!
He had no control over his arm. It swung around and made him face the voice. It was the Elf-man who'd challenged him eariler that same day. He relaxed his thoughts, and his arm relxed. The sword lowered, and he put it on the table beside him.
"I'm not sure myself. We've been arguing over it for some time. There are no written records, no evidence of such a thing ever existing. We are not even sure how old it is. It looks as though it was forged recently."
Calvin eyed the man. He stood with his weapon drawn. Clavin didn't mind, he seemed like a precautionary person.
"Aye, and it burned me hand!" Kanizan chimed in, looking at his red palm.
Calvin nodded, "and yet, it does nothing to me. It is only warm to the touch, most unlike a blade should be."
Posted on 2009-06-20 at 21:34:58.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Information!
"What can you tell me about it?"
Kannizan shook his head.
"You must have information on it. Look at the library the school has, it must be in there!"
Kannizan frowned. "Lad, I've read every book in that library. Never once have I found anything such as this."
Calvin cursed to himself. How could his father come across such an item. It was not possible a poor old retired soldier could have found something such as this. And even if it was rightfully his, what had possesed him to give something many would kill for to his forgetful misfit of a son?
"Can you at least tell me what it is made of?"
Kannizan focused on the sword. "Ah, you've a solid gold grip. Many gems. Finest cuts I've ever seen. What the dwarven cutters would give to have stones such as this. There is platinum, gold, silver. Every last metal I can think of. The blade is obviously..."
He stopped.
"That is no steel nor iron I know of..."
Calvin frowned. This made no sense. An unidentifiable blade that was clearly magical and was forged of some mysterious metal the best smith in the country could not recognize had shown up in a beaten and worn mahogany case in the possesion of one of the islands poorest families. In fact, had Brenen not served in the military and recieved the free schooling for Calvin because of it, they would not have been able to pay for his classes.
"Well, don't stand their gawking, lets see you use it lad!" Kannizan said heartily.
Roy picked it up, and noticed something the adrenilane had foged out before. The blade was weightless. It was as iff he held a feather.
"It weighs nothing..." He was awed. He tried to swing, but his arm would not move.
"I cannot swing! My arm is frozen in place!"
He strained his muscle to move the sword, but it would not allow him to swing quickly, only move about harmlessly. He was growing frustrated, and he visualized himself finally being able to swing the sword in his mind.
His arm lurched forward as the sword cut the air in front of him.
"What..." was all he could manage.
Posted on 2009-06-19 at 18:09:18.
Edited on 2009-07-26 at 03:02:33 by Babaloo
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Topic: Hidden Secrets and Shifter Assasians
Subject: ...
He did nothing. Pain was something he was rather used to now. It didn't bother him any more.
The fire subsided, and he rolled about in the soft rotted foliage beneath him. It was much better than the town, but he did miss his old life only slightly.
He stood up and yawned, completely forgetting about the others and moving off into the forest. The trees were thin and far apart, and a low mist hung in the air.
He was afraid, but he liked being alone.
Posted on 2009-06-18 at 19:33:30.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: I'm Baack!
He tossed the old mahogany case onto the bed next to him. He wasn't hungry, and classes didn't start for some time. The bed was rather uncomfortable, but it was better than what his father could afford at home. He looked down at the old beaten case and frowned. What old hand-me-down war relic had Brenen given him this time?
He decided it was time to find out, and if it was not satisfactory, he was sure Kannizan would do some wowrk on it for him. He slid the trinket Kannizan had gicen him off of his neck and patted it down into the mattress.
The old brass latches on the case were warm, almost burning. But for some reason it did not bother him. He could just barely make out his own distorted reflection in the chipped and tarnished metal of the latches. His thumb wrapped under the left latch, and he pressed it up. It squeeked in protest and old age.
He frowned. This was going to be a travesty to the name a weaponry, but it was the best Brenen could offer. He appreciated the thought. Lazily, he flicked the right latch up and wrapped his fingers around the botom of the lid.
It was almost with fear that he lifted the old wowoden cover from its base. When he'd finally slid it off, a plume of dust and grime shot out of the case. He coughed furiously and spat the old filth out from his mouth. How long had it been since this had been used?
He looked down expecting less than what he orginally did, but could see nothing. Only red velvet. He realized it was the lining from the lid of the case. It had become so old that it had peeled away from it's original surface and fallen to cover the weapon beneath it.
Before he slid back the velvet, he looked at the case. It was an awkward size. Not a longsword, but not quite a two handed sword. Nor was it a hand-and-a-half sowrd. It seemed to rest somewhere in the middle. He knew of no blade such as that. Perhaps this design was a testament to its age?
His heart began to sink as he pulled back the velvet, for all he saw was what appeared to be tarnished silver or steel. When the red covering was finally drawn away, his heart fell into the pit of his innards. The blade was covered in so much grie and filth that it was impossible to make out the engravings on the pommel and the blades flat.
Reluctantly extending a hand, Calvin touched the grip with his forefinger, and the grey sheet of grime fell away like ash at his touch. When he moved his finger back, he saw the faint shimmer of gold beneath a thin later of grime. Interesting...
He grabbed the grip of the sword in his right hand and hoisted it into the air. As if it were water spilling onto rocks, the years of dust and tarnish fell away. He almost dropped the sword. He'd never in his life seen something more beautiful.
He set it down on the bed, almost afraid to touch it. Thats when he really looked at it. The grip was of solid gold, encrusted in countless gems and streaks of platinum and ruby and pearl. Another fact about the pommel soon grabbed his atention. It was twisting. He looked at it and found it to be in the shape of two golden, gem encrusted dragons twining about one another. Their tails touched and formed a sharp pommel. In the open space between the tails was something so delicate, Calvin was forced to lean in to see it.
It was a tiny kite shaped ruby. Even more fascinating was what was inside the ruby. He had to squint to see it. It was a miniscule Tlyvarian Crest. Two dragons wrapped around a ruby on a sheild being held by twin phoenix's. It was formed of gold. Whoever had smithed this blade or cut this gem had actually put gold into a stone. He was awestruck.
His gaze was drawn up the grip and he took in the rubies, sapphires, diamonds, emeralds, pearls, topaz's, opals and lines of blazing platinum that studded the bodies of the dragons. Four radiant diamonds formed the eyes of the dragons. Their necks bent outward from the grip and formed the base for the most incredible armguard he'd ever seen.
Dragon Fangs. He knew what they were the instant he saw them. Massive white curved incisors formed the most indestructable armguard he'd ever seen. Dragons were extinct...and yet he was touching part of what used to be one. The fangs with criss-crossed with veins of gold and silver.
Almost reluctantly, he drew his eyes over the armguard and the grip entirely, but his eyes were rewarded with yet another spectacular sight.
The blade was forged of what seemed to the the finest steel, but it was not steel. It had a slight tinge of red to it. A line of silver ran up the center ofthe blades flat until it tapered to a curved point about midway up the blade.
However, it was not the silver line that awed him.
Where the tip of the sword should have been, the fine stabbing point, was instead a massive ruby. It formed the entire point of the blade. He touched its edge, and it sliced his finger open with the greatest of ease. He had applied no pressure, nor had he moved his hand. He had only barely tapped it. It was sharpened, invincible like the rest of the sword.
He smiled, and rushed to Kannizan with the sword still gripped in his hand.
Posted on 2009-06-17 at 15:35:51.
Edited on 2009-06-17 at 15:42:29 by Babaloo
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Topic: Just Curious
Subject: Grugg
I'm afraid that depends where up is at the moment. Apparently you live on my cieling fan, an interesting selection of property.
Posted on 2009-06-08 at 03:13:46.
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Topic: Just Curious
Subject: Well
I suppose you might know, considering your much more local than most. If you've ever heard of Lake Elsinore, that be me. Right off the fifteen.
Posted on 2009-06-08 at 01:20:30.
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Topic: Just Curious
Subject: Hey!
Whats wrong with the way were southern californianers write? Just Joking, but seriously, I'm from the cesspool of America as well, thats right. Sunny San Diego, Los Angeles Greater Metropolitan area. I do not distinguish them as two seperate cities any more because everything in between them is all urbanized...not a single spot of unsettled land. Its tragic really.
Oh well.
Yeah, well if you ever get around by Oceanside, Escondido...well...a bunch of cities in that area that are close to me, cause the town I live in is way to small to recognize. Anyway, maybe you'll find me. But I'm not givin' out my address.
Posted on 2009-06-07 at 05:31:48.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Ahhh, questions questions I like questions
Of course. As you can well imagine, the dense forest of the Great Eleveran Wood leaves little room for roads. Thos roads that do exist are all heavily traveled trade routes. The families that controled the territory had a thing with converting the traders moving up and down the roadways and stealing whatever precious cargo that was aboard the caravans. Eleveran economy plummeted, and so those laws were put in place during a treaty between the clans and the Eleveran Royal Family. They've held ever since, with only the occasional mistake...because one or two traders every now and again won't be missed.
Posted on 2009-06-05 at 01:55:31.
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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Sniff Sniff
"I...I've lost his scent. Something is wrong..."
Travis turned around sharply and looked down the hall, blinking once, he saw glowing trails of scents, crisscrossing across the corridor. He located Seths, it was faint'
Posted on 2009-06-05 at 01:52:35.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Lineage
Werewolves are both inhereted and passed on via contact with an "infected" indivisual. However, most people aren't bitten, because there are very strict laws in the Eleveran/Wolven Doctrine that "prohibit the intentional transfer of individuals from the status of a non-lycathropic creature to one of lycanthropic capabilities."
Posted on 2009-06-05 at 01:36:58.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Werewolfs in Aalon
The primary settlements for werewolves are indeed along the Jade coast. Each settlement is far between, as the each werewolf family, or clan, claims large amounts of territory.
Werewolfves are feared for their knowledge of the forest around the Jade Coast, and the local dominant werewolf clans often engage in skirmishes with the elven districts that occupy this area. Elves and werewolfs are not at all friendly. Both societies have a long history of conflict, and the Eleveran government has, on several occasions, had to dispatch entire companies of legion soldiers to quell the political tensions between the two groups.
Werewolves have a unique pack structure. Each literal family, or in other words the descendants of one werewolf, are considered a single clan. Whenever a male is born, he is presented a female from another clan. This is both a way to prevent inbreeding and support the relationship from clan to clan.
There are two breeds of werewolves in Aalon. The standard Forest Wolf is the run of the mill werewolf. They are fast, powerful and dangerous. However, they rival with a much rarer breed of werewolf. The White Werewolf is the apex of the species, as they are twice as large, twice as fast and four times as strong. However, they have low numbers. Their clans often occupy the southern reaches of the Jade Coast, closer the city of Emeras Citello.
Werewolf families claim massive amounts of terrioty under their own name. Th terrioty is often so huge, that the family cannot possibly make use of all of it, so many werewolf territories overlap with no conflict. One family, however, controls their territoy with an iron fist. The most powerful and influential family of werewolves, the Andlewiess Family, is a White Werewolf line. They control the largest terrioty of any clan and patrol it at all times. Entry into their territory, which is thankflly far off the main road running along the Jade Coast, is a suicide wish.
Ohher families of note include:
The Jadencrofts
The Gorgrimskys
The Valenwoods
The Korgimsts
and
The Monteirs
Posted on 2009-06-03 at 20:46:37.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Multi-Tasking
Calvin smiled as he pulled out his schedule.
"It seems I've got basic swordplay." He smiled at Kannizan.
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He frowned, no information, no luck. Any longer...and he would launch the invasion. If only the stubborn teacher would tell him who had the information he needed, then all of this could be avoided...but no, it was always the hard way with these Tlyvarians. They couldn't just roll over and give up. He frowned to himself, scratching is his grizzled five 'o clock shadow and clicking his yellow teeth together. He could burn the city single handedly, but that would attract to much attention from the council. The last thing he needed was diplomacy and a bunch of squabbling old...
He stopped. Someone could easily be probing his mind. He doubted it, but it was possible. He stopped thinking and returned to his tea. Years...no centuries of mental training had allowed him to stop all thoughts to his mind. His brother was the only other person who could do this. His mind exploded into thought again.
His brother...he hated his brother. Leader of the council, prominant diplomat, powerful warrior...everything he was not. His punded his fist on the table before him and peered out the small window of the captains cabin. One week...he'd given the man one week to give him what he needed...he was beginning to think that was to generous.
Posted on 2009-06-03 at 20:33:06.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Acting as an NPC here.
Vladimir* paced to and fro. He waited for the call, but it did not come. He waited for the shout of good news, but it would not arrive. When would good fortune fall upon his ear for once? He had stood next to his father and lost a war, he had stood next to his father and lost a mother, and now, he stood outside his father's quarters losing a friend.
He frowned, but held back the tears. Tears were weak, weakness was not the Schlectan way. Schlectans were stong...no...they were impervious. Almighty beings of turth and devine justice. Both father and Norul, god of dark salvation, had told him this.
He remembered his dream from Norul's visit. The almighty being, the holiest of holy's, had spoken to him. He had said, "Vladimir, son of Vlasimor, Prince of all that is Right, heed my prophecy. I am Norul, your almighty overseer, the one you build your shrines and your altars in the name of. I am the one who watches your country and keeps it afloat. I alone control the destiny of the good and the just in this world, and only you can speak for me. I ask you to hear my words. Listen, so that you may speak in the name of glory. You have suffered many a loss fair son of mine, and you will whether one more. One more of the things you hold dear shall slip from your fingertips, but not all is lost. There is a way to correct this, but this person must fade into history for the secret to be passed on. "
Posted on 2009-06-02 at 05:00:59.
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Topic: The Great War
Subject: Calvin
He wasn't really paying attention to the fight, although his eyes were locked onto the two as they tumbled about the arena. Instead, his mind had wandered to a better place.
He was a noble Tlyvarian knight, outfitted in the highest grade steel armor, mounting a white stallion into battle against some unknown force. He smiled to himself. He knew people shouldn't think so fondly of war, but fighting was something natural to him. He was a Tlyvarian, he lived in Tlyvary, he'd grown up feeling an intense pride for his county. And yet, there was something else there as well. There was a pride for his country he couldn't quite place the origin of. He felt so strongly toward his fatherland, but he could not sense why. It seemed as if it was in his blood.
He shook his head, and a new thought came to his mind. He daydreampt about Rhoste Citello. Ruby City...the City of Angels, City of Hope, Center of the World. Every culture, every piece of architecture, ever little scrap of history ever collected in Aalon and all the known world beyond it could be found within its white walls. He was dazzled by the very thought of it. An imprenitrable fortress of justice and hope. A beacon to lost souls and wary travelers. The greatest center of commerce, ideas and faith the world has ever known. The Grand Market District, the Library of the Elders, the Eternity Cathedral. These were the most influential structures in their field, and yet they were all dwarfed by one above all. He tried, as he had all his life, to imagine it's glory. But he could not. He had heard that the mere sight of it could bring tears to any mans eyes. Dwarves hailed it as the single greatest piece of architecture the world has ever known, and it was not even dwarven.
Ruby Castle. What he would give to see it.
Posted on 2009-06-02 at 00:41:17.
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Topic: Hidden Secrets and Shifter Assasians
Subject: Bah
'Rude child' he thought to himself. He was no better. He was antisocial, afraid of the others around him. He didn't trust them, and he didn't want to.
He just lay there, looking completely unconcious on the forest floor.
Posted on 2009-05-28 at 04:14:55.
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Muornonen Cal' Faist
Think of the Elven counties as a state in the Unites States. They are part of a bigger government (in this case being the Elevera Kingdom) but it is still a government of its own in a way. This state is further divided into seven counties, all of which report back to the capital. (being Muornonen Cal' Faist in this example.
So the chain of power, from lowest to highest goes like this.
Ohter six counties --> Muornonen Cal' Faist --> Elevera Kingdom
As for who rules that house, I suppose it can be your family. It all depends, that area I left open for interpritation.
Some notable Elven Families of Wealth Include:
The Kurd'nalls
The Veir' Amanes
The Valiyneres
and
The Torkigeriyas
Among others...
Posted on 2009-05-28 at 04:03:44.
Edited on 2009-05-28 at 04:08:33 by Babaloo
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Topic: Great War Q&A
Subject: Oi!
I'm serious, otherwise, I'll just post infor at my leisure, and you might make the mistake of going against the lore of the world. So, if your going to make a decision, just ask, and I'll tell.
Posted on 2009-05-28 at 03:27:38.
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