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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: yay
...caused great fear...
Posted on 2009-04-01 at 02:45:35.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: story
...,Grand High Muckamuck,...
Posted on 2009-04-01 at 00:02:57.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: add on
...fairgrounds of the...
Posted on 2009-03-31 at 18:38:02.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: More Beginnings
And so it was, as they all agreed to venture into Felwood, that they began their journey. It would be a long journey, full of perils and adventure, with the hope of treasure at its end.
Leading the way into Felwood, Petraak looked at the map the old man had given him and saw that the path ahead was the same path indicated on the map. It had stopped raining, but the path was still dark and narrow, and he could hear the howling of something in the distance. Wolves, maybe? Or something far worse?
He checked his sword to make sure it was at the ready, and checked his armor one last time before turning around and asking the group, "We need a scout to lead us through the woods. I would volunteer, but my armor's too heavy to move quietly. Any takers?"
Posted on 2009-03-31 at 18:00:31.
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Topic: Longest Haiku Ever
Subject: Haiku
sunlight becons me
away from winter's breezes
morning becomes you
Posted on 2009-03-31 at 17:54:28.
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Topic: The Adventurer's Guild - 4e D&D
Subject: Sounds good
I'm new at D&D myself, but I'd be willing to give DMing a try. I wouldn't be opposed to someone more experienced coming forward...lol. But whatever works, you know?
Posted on 2009-03-30 at 19:07:12.
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Topic: Just joined looking for help and DnD games
Subject: welcome
Hey, welcome. I'm pretty new at this whole online thing too, but everyone here's helpful. I'll give you the same advice I got, it's easier to start out with freeform here online. I tried it and love it. Have fun!
Posted on 2009-03-30 at 19:05:20.
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Topic: The Adventurer's Guild - 4e D&D
Subject: New 4th edition RP
I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a 4th ed D&D campaign. I'd like to see how it'd play out on a message board, since it's the edition I'm most familiar with. It would start at lvl 1 and go from there. I'd also like to try out some homebrew classes eventually, but we'll see how that goes.
Posted on 2009-03-30 at 16:56:45.
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Topic: Viral contamination
Subject: It's fine. Just fine.
Jackson lit up another cigarette and exhaled.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just still a little shaken by those pictures. That's messed up. And I've SEEN some messed up stuff in my day, hell, we both have. But this...nothing like this.
He smiled slightly, trying to look cheerful.
"At least we get a paid vacation, huh?"
Posted on 2009-03-30 at 04:14:17.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: The Adventure Begins
The old man smiled as he called the last of the group over to the table, a figety gnome, adding to the already strange-looking group of adventurers gathered around the table.
The fire seemed to burn brighter as the old man announced that it was time to begin. A hush fell over the group as they listened to the old man's frail voice over the cacophony of the inn and the driving rain, punctuated by claps of thunder.
"Petraak Dragonborn, Ula Siddha, Miriele’ilsifea, Iwik Fisslegroan, and yes, even you, Jonathan Longward, I've been waiting for all of you. Waiting, even without you knowing. You see, I went to meet with the ancient Oracle of Hrota, and she informed me that I was to wait at this inn for a specific group of people that would help me with a certain...problem."
He paused and smiled darlky beneath the black hood of his robe, his dark eyes shining in the firelight, reminiscent of orbs of molten steel in a blacksmith's shop. On anyone else, those eyes would've been eerie, but they suited the old wizard.
"Now, as you already know, my name is Xanaras. I am a mage and your benefactor. I need you to travel through Felwood to a place that was once a great temple to the ancient gods. It has been lost to time, but I was fortunate to find a map that leads right to Sunryad, the lost Forest Temple."
Xanaras paused again to give the adventurers time to soak up his speech thus far and sipped his ale to moisten his throat.
"Once there, you are to enter and seek out the tomb at the center of the temple. Therein is something I desire very much, an ancient tome of arcane lore, called "The Tome of the Red Mountain." It would be of little interest to any of you."
"Then why should we do this? There is no honor, no glory in a quest such as this, old one," Petraak spoke up, speaking more than his mind, as the others nodded slightly in agreement.
The old man smiled again, his dark, wry smile, "My eternal gratitude, of course. Then again, there is the treasure that has been buried there for centuries, weapons, staves, items of great magic, and for you, dear Dragonborn, there is quite the selection of history there. Some of it may pertain to your own quest."
The Dragonborn narrowed his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke in frustration. "How does he know so much about me? About all of us? Either way, we must find out, especially if there's the chance of restoring my people's empire," he thought to himself.
Alright, old one, I for one will accept this quest to bring honor to my people and to myself. But I do have one question. Why is it you can't go yourself? You are magi."
"It's true, Petraak Dragonborn, I am magi, but I am also old, and I cannot attempt this journey on my own. But heed my words, you will be rewarded handsomely from the spoils therein."
Petraak once again wondered what he'd gotten himself into as he took another puff from his pipe.
"So who else will accept the old one's quest? We seem to have all been called here by Fate itself. I, for one, am ready to meet whatever Fate has in store."
Posted on 2009-03-30 at 04:05:36.
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Topic: Viral contamination
Subject: Intro
The hallway screamed "sterile." White walls, white floor, white ceiling, even that hospital smell to it. He, a certain mercenary named Lucas Jackson, had seen hundreds of places just like this. All the same. Probably for a reason, but he never could figure it out.
Even the same generic agent-types leading him down the hall. You'd think they'd realize that I could find my way after all this time, he thought to himself. He made it to their destination, generic secret room, no windows, single table.
One of his old partners was there already, and seeing he was smoking a cigarette, he lit up too.
"How's it hanging, Dancer? What have we got this..."
His voice trailed off as he flipped through the gruesome photographs of mutilated body after mutilated body. Absolutely disgusting, and he said so.
"I mean, two and a half million...it's a lot of money. I guess that's why we keep on keepin' on, ya feel me, Dancer?"
But he didn't quite believe it as much as he seemed to. But Luke Jackson wasn't one to let fear show. Never let them see you sweat...
Posted on 2009-03-28 at 04:33:12.
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Topic: This was hell
Subject: Have a nice day
He ran toward the figures and saw them burst into flames...
It was just an illusion, some strange, twisted place he was in. Startled by the sudden spontaneous combustion of the two figures before him, he didn't notice the body underfoot, and he tripped, and fell into another pool of blood.
Blood everywhere. Blood and bodies. Damn, this place is depressing... he thought, at least it would be if I could remember anything else.
He stood up, trying to dust himself off, but the blood had already stained his jacket. The man who called himself Valor checked his pockets for anything that might remind him of anything that had happened before. He checked his left pocket. Nothing. Checked his right pocket. Ahh! A...pocket watch? Maybe it has a name inscribed inside, he thought. He pushed the button to open the case, and was surprised. There was something inside. He wiped the dust off the face of the watch, and off the opposite side...
Veritas et Aequitas
Latin? How did he even know Latin? How did he even know it WAS Latin?
He didn't care at this point. Truth and Justice? Oh well, it worked out just as well that he believed his name was Valor. It fit with everything else, apparently.
He began walking down what vaguely resembled a street, a twisting affair lined by dilapidated houses that were past their prime. That is, if they ever HAD a prime. Then he saw something decidedly strange, even in his previous condition.
A woman, dressed in red...maybe it was blood? Who knew around here...fell from the balcony above onto a pile of bodies. She struggled to get up, groaning, and, thinking this might actually be a real person this time, he decided to try to help her up.
He got her righted up, though she still looked a bit cranky, and introduced himself, "My name is Valor. Are you alright? What is this place?"
Posted on 2009-03-28 at 01:57:48.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: The Abyss
Petraak was getting nervous with all these strangers gathering around. The night was strange enough being accosted by this ancient looking magician.
"Are you satisfied yet with the crowd you've gathered, old one?"
"Patience, Dragonborn, it is almost time," the wizard said darkly, obviously beginning to lose his own patience with the Dragonborn.
Defeated, Petraak decided he should at least begin the introductions.
"I am Petraak Dragonborn, a knight of Bahamut's Flame. I'm also an archivist and servant of both Bahamut and Ioun. And you are..." he began, turning to the women of the group.
Suddenly, a brash young man ran over to the table and shouted, "I don’t know what you guys are up to, but I want in. I’m tired of scrubbing dishes when my voice should be heard by the world. Let me help you, and you will not regret it!"
Petraak thought to himself, "Voice should be heard by the world? What is he? Some kind of bard? Great, that's all we need. A bard..."
Posted on 2009-03-27 at 23:15:21.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure - Q&A
Subject: Rephrase
Ok, let me clarify a little. My communication skills sometimes not so good. Minimum of 1 post/week, but you can do however many you get time for, and I'm pretty lenient, so if you can't make your 1 a week, just let me know so I know what to expect. This is, after all, all in the name of fun, so no worries about minimums so much, just do what you can, and if you can't do it every week, that's ok too.
Posted on 2009-03-27 at 17:17:37.
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Topic: Just a new...well, newbie...
Subject: RE: 4e
I've been looking around dndinsider and at the 4th ed rules, and I think it's cheap what they're doing charging for the books AND the insider. But whatev, it can always lead to some good homebrew rules 
Posted on 2009-03-27 at 15:18:12.
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Topic: New to the Inn
Subject: Welcome
Welcome! Good to see another newbie around these parts!
Posted on 2009-03-27 at 15:02:39.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure - Q&A
Subject: Blast
I'm voting for the surge of RP energy, lol. Post count after this little introduction scenario, I'd say 1-4/wk minimum. I for one am going to be busy most of the average week, this has just been an exception. Glad to see you guys joining in!
Posted on 2009-03-27 at 03:27:10.
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Topic: The Mage - part of a poem
Subject: The Mage - part of a poem
Just something random that's been tickling my mind to get out. Basically, it's about a man who ran away from home, everything he knew, and found a powerful wizard. The wizard taught him to control the elements, and the ways of necromancy, but the power was too much, too soon. Accidentally, he destroys himself with a spell gone wrong, and warns others not to do the same.
The Mage
Once I was a man
Long ago, before your time
Far from home I ran
I sought solace there
there among the green oak trees
and there I found truth.
Power was my aim
truth was found, and he then my
master then became
he taught me of air
and fire, water and of wind
it came from nowhere
such power to hold,
to command, to understand
power over death
except my own then
as I could not control it
the power within
it tore me apart
destroying even my soul
my mind, and my heart
all that's left of me
is this, a final warning,
a hope that you'll see
power's not the end
nor the means, nor all that is
it's a tool in hand
so then hear my words
listen to the words I speak
and drop now your swords
for all the power in the world
will never save your soul.
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 19:22:14.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: A Newcomer
The Dragonborn had seen right, the new traveler was a female elf.
"Welcome, fair lady. Our host seems to want to speak to both of us. I am Petraak Dragonborn. This is Xanaras, our impromtu host."
The elven woman noticed the Dragonborn's scales for the first time, glinting in the firelight as she settled into her chair.
"Yes, welcome," said the old man, "we haven't much longer to wait until we begin talking business."
Both of them were obviously in wonder at what business they could possibly have with the old man. He told Miri, as the elf had introduced herself as, about the oracle as well. He expounded the tale for both of their benefits.
"I traveled a long time to find the oracle, the ancient one my master told me of. Across dark forests, over tall, ancient mountains, and far across the sea to find this oracle. She told me of adventurers who would come to this place who would provide the assistance I need."
"What sort of assistance?" The Dragonborn asked, puffing again on his pipe, "You still haven't told us anything about what it is you want."
"Ahh, but the time will come soon when you will understand. We are not all gathered here yet."
"And you expect us to wait? I for one want no part of something I know nothing about."
The Dragonborn rose from the table, but the old man swung his staff, hitting him in the back of the legs, causing him to fall down into the chair once again.
"Sit down, Petraak Dragonborn. Patience is necessary for what lies ahead," the old man said, in a dark tone, "But we must wait for the others, as I have no interest in repeating myself."
Petraak glared at the old man and returned to his pipe, "Then I suppose we shall wait, my lady. But, mark my words, old one, I have my suspicions, and you had better have answers for all of us."
The old man smiled darkly once again, leaning back in his chair. Soon, the others would be here, and soon the adventure would begin. The mage's eye was caught again by another entrant. "Ahh, the one they call 'Ula." He motioned for the newcomer to join them at the table. The other two were stunned by the sight of the fey entering the inn, and both looked at each other and wondered about where the night would lead them.
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 19:02:33.
Edited on 2009-03-26 at 20:01:37 by Fletch
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure - Q&A
Subject: Hello
Great job so far on the intros! Just by the by, I thought I'd mention it's ok to use my character and any of the ones I come up with in your rp's. I won't freak out. Promise
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 18:29:53.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: Petraak Dragonborn
Removing his hand from his sword and leaning back in his chair, taking a long puff from his pipe, he asked the old man, "The oracle? I've heard of oracles, old one, but I have never myself seen one. They are the stuff of legend. I follow Bahamut and Ioun, not some crazed oracle, claiming to see the future."
"It's not a claim, young Dragonborn, she showed me the future, and I've come here tonight to ask for your help and the help of a few others."
The old man still had his eyes trained on the newcomer. Petraak glanced over, and with his keen eyesight that had now adjusted to the dim of the inn, he saw that it was an elf. A female elf. He wondered what this old man wanted with her. And him, for that matter.
"Who are you, old one? And what is it you want with a librarian?"
"My name is Xanaras, and when all of the travelers I await arrive, I will tell you what it is I need with you," He picked up his staff and pushed a second chair out from the table, "But for now, suffice it to say I need one trained in the ways of ancient lore. Someone who appreciates the importance of the ancient Works."
He then caught the attention of the second traveler, and motioned for her to come over to the table to join him and the dragonborn. Petraak puffed on his pipe and wondered at him, wondered what he'd gotten himself into this time.
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 17:30:57.
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Topic: Deployment
Subject: Good luck
Sorry to hear about that, but maybe you'll have good luck for the rest of your stay. Here's hoping!
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 14:42:32.
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Topic: This was hell
Subject: Intro
Falling. That's what he felt. Like he was falling.
He realized it was because he was falling, falling from darkness into darkess and into more darkness yet.
"Is this it? Am I dead?" He thought, dazed and confused, remembering nothing but falling and darkness.
Suddenly, he hit the ground and felt every bone in his body shatter. And yet, he was still conscious, if delerious. He looked around at his surroundings, trying to get a feel for where he was, and then realized that he was able to look up. The pain was sharp, but it ended as quickly as it had begun. For now, he thought, because nothing seemed normal about this place.
For instance, he was not the only one falling, he was surrounded by falling bodies, grey, distorted, broken bodies. He struggled to get up, slipping on the blood underfoot. As he gave up and sat back down, he began to wonder, "Who am I?"
...can you hear me? Va....lo...r...I don...out you...
Va..lo..r...
He supposed then his name was Valor, but it was made up of bits and pieces of half-forgotten memories. His only memory aside from what he'd just experienced. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to shake the delerium off, but unable to completely.
He then stood, looking around, and saw two other people. "Maybe they're like me, maybe they're lost too," he thought, "Lost? how do I even know I'm lost when I can't remember a damned thing?"
He called out to them, "Hey there! Hey! Over here!"
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 03:50:46.
Edited on 2009-03-28 at 01:46:32 by Fletch
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Under a massive, ancient oak on the edge of Felwood sat the village of Nevrist. It blended in well with the scenery, indeed, it was almost swallowed by the maw of the woods around it on three sides. For years, the villagers had expertly scaped the surrounding trees so the village could grow, stretch its legs, but the forest had still kept close guard over it.
It was in this particular village on a particularly stormy summer night that an old man, dressed in black robes and leaning wearily on his staff walked into the Oak & Rapier tavern. He sat down at an unoccupied table, seemingly invisible, blending into the crowd around him. The barmaid noticed him, and took his order for ale, for which he thanked her weakly. The old man had come a long way, and his journey had not been easy, but it was far from over, he knew. The ones the oracle had told him about should be there soon. All too soon. He sipped his ale, his eyes moving across the crowd, taking everything, everyone, every movement in. He knew he must rest soon, for every muscle, every bone in his body ached of fatigue, and he hoped the ones he was looking for came soon to the inn.
That's when the first walked in, dressed in a red robe with a silver clasp. He moved slowly, all his features obscured by his hooded robe, soaking wet from the torrential downpour outside. The newcomer carried a black leather bag across his shoulder, and the old man thought him a scholar, not the one he was looking for. The old one was about to turn back to his ale when he noticed what else was strapped to the red-robed stranger's back, a huge falichon sword, which he was removing as he sat down at another unoccupied table. Removing his robe, the old one knew for certain that this was one of the adventurers he was waiting for.
The stranger's name was Petraak Dragonborn. His red scales glinted softly in the low light of the fireplace as he took out a few of his posessions, a pipe, a few coins for a drink, and a book, Ars Materia et Magicka. A scholar as well as a warrior, the old one thought, watching him carefully. The dragonborn lifted his pipe to his lips and blew into the pipe, lighting it with a small puff of flame. He ordered mead from the barmaid and began to absorb himself into his book. Suddenly, after his mead had been brought to him and he'd taken a few drinks, he noticed a strange old man leaning on a black wooden staff standing across the table from him.
"Do I know you, old one?"
"No, Petraak Dragonborn, but I know you, and I have a proposition for you."
"You know me, do you? Then you know I am honor bound to listen to what you have to say. Be warned, stranger, and choose your words carefully, for I have had a long journey here, and my patience is almost gone."
The old man smiled darkly and sat down at the table.
"I know, Petraak Dragonborn, that you are a great warrior, but you are also an archivist, a searcher for forgotten lore. You are the last of your kind, as the crest on your robe suggests. A knight of Bahamut's Flame."
The old man was right, and Petraak couldn't figure out how he knew. No one he'd ever met, outside the dragonborn themselves, knew of his order. The old man was right, he was the last of his kind, a warrior librarian, chosen by his predecessor and his before him to be the spiritual guardian of the Library of Truth, which had existed long ago, before the Fall of the Dragonborn Empire. The crest was silver with an image of Bahamut surrounded in a wreath of flame. He was entrusted with a journey to find the truth about the Fall and help restore the once proud empire. Concerned about how the stranger knew so much, he reached for his sword, and grasped it in his huge right hand.
"I don't know how you know so much, old one, but how do you know me and what do you know of my order?"
The old man smiled darlky again and said simply-
"The oracle."
Just then, the old one's head turned to face the door, a second he was waiting for had just arrived. He smiled to himself. This would be good. Very good indeed...
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 02:57:32.
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Topic: This was freeform
Subject: Oh hell
Sounds like fun, I'd like to give it a go, but like Death, I'm going to have to be in a bit of a mood to write for it, so I'll sleep on it tonight and probably get something posted tomorrow. And, if it goes bad for me, we can always kill me off 
Posted on 2009-03-26 at 02:26:21.
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