Topic: Dear Ogre
Subject: Rust monster the other other white meat.
Dear Bildabare
I don't normally enjoy eating Rust monster they have a funny metallic aftertaste. That being said I would probably serve it with Chenin Blanc. A good year say 1943.
Refined
Ogre
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Dear Ogre
I have fallen for a lovely elven maid. The problem is she won't give me the time of day. I have sent her flowers, chocolates,enemies heads, and anything else I could think of but she still won't even talk to me. Every time she sees me she yells "Goblin Goblin" and runs away. I'm not sure what a Goblin is but apparently it's not a very nice creature cause after she yells the town guard attempt to kill me. Maybe Goblin means 'kill it.' I don't know. How do I convince her to at least try to get to know me?
Perplexed
Spelljammer Yiyup
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 19:40:40.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Nice word twist there
Graned you can now shoot lasers out of your eyes on command. Not deadly melt your face lasers mind you, but you have a decisive advantage in laser tag.
I wish I was Batman.
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:31:41.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: he used Ketchup
so he doesn't need to be healthy I'm going to try with honey mustard. I  honey mustard.
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:27:54.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: buttys of steel LOL that's one hard sammich
went to the
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:25:46.
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Topic: The Game
Subject: So I was following the sound of Meri's voice
Which brought me upon the game and seeing the game I naturally thought of the game and so lost. Oooh Addy's game sounds fun I think I'll go look.
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:23:50.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Tokyo survives world war 3 at least Neo Tokyo does
So Tokyo
Japanese or Elves?
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:21:34.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Have no fear Ion is here!
Cookie (like in nutter butters)
Oh and just pointing out that Meri did the morphing game again betwext Butler and Butter. taps away
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:20:05.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: My cape needs some
tape
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:03:28.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Wait two Gruggs! Is that even possible?
It spits out Jack Black
I feed it a freshly picked hair from one of the two Gruggs. (Hey don't look t me I didn't pick it)
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:02:27.
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Topic: Hey, i'm new ...
Subject: New student? Herro
Hi Welcome to the inn. Sorry about the facelick. Here's a hanky to wipe off the extra spittle. *hands over a handkerchief*
Like the others said the Redwyrm school thread thingy is a great place for newbies and we're always recruiting. I'm one of the senior students who can help you out. But the Redwyrm isn't the only game up and looking for players. Currently in the Recruitment thread there are 2 freeform adventures looking for players. Gnomes! and Mivara's delerium are both seeking someone. Those seem to be the only other posts up. The difference of Freeform versus Rules based D&D is in freeform you do away with all those numbers. Redwyrm is of course a Rules based game. If you need help making a character just pm me. Here before I go have an appletini. *Passes freshly made appletini. Taps away*
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 17:45:06.
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Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring
Subject: It's long but fun
Ion Kired
In front of school
Week 1-Monday-Morning
Crap I think I’m lost again. Ion looked at the landscape around him. It was very nearly the first day of his third year at the Redwyrm School of Adventure and he was supposed to be there. In fact it should have been right there in front of him. But it wasn’t. Instead he was looking at a forest. A very pretty forest to be sure but a forest nonetheless. Amazing. This time I even astound myself. Been going here for three years and I still can’t find the stupid place. He pulled out a piece of paper and started following his footsteps back when he heard a yell about fifty paces away. The yell brought a grin to his face. Hehe initiation. So I wasn’t lost after all. Nice to know somethings never change, though I pray to the Bard that the cafeteria food’s gotten better. Smiling as he remembered his ode to fortitude builders as he had creatively dubbed the cafeteria food. Ion silently crept up through the illusory foliage trying to stay out of sight (and hopefully this time with a dry face) as he peered in on the new students. The Facelick was a classic initiation process into the Redwyrm. It was also Ion had learned later his first year the last part of being accepted into the school. If anyone left after being face licked it wasn’t considered as Eol driving them away but more as they weren’t ready for the other insanity. Still it was a joy to watch the expressions of unsuspecting students as they met the gnome and then found out he was one of the teachers they’d waited so long to meet. As the ceremony came to an end and Professor O’Leary was about to resummon the school Ion skipped a little ways away and pretended to look ponderous just in case he was spotted. He kept half an ear trained on the orientation and the other half trained on listening for professor Falfalas’ footsteps. This year I’m going to get him before he gets me. Ion vowed as he had vowed last year. He hadn’t succeeded last year but this year…this year would be different. It was looking out for Eol that had Ion looking in the right direction to see his friend and fellow classmate Shadowborne walking up the path ready to start a new year.
“Shadowborne hey.” Ion called out running to catch up to his friend. “Going for some breakfast? I’ll tag. Sooo, how was your summer? Mine was excellent. I joined up with an adventuring party. I know we’re not supposed to join up with professionals yet, I mean only just barely being Juniors and everything, but I did the math and we measure out to be better than that other school turns out as seniors. So anyways I joined up with this party…” Ion prattled on subconsciously tapping as he walked.
“Kired come in here please!” Professor O’leary’s voice called from her office. Ion spun around falaped to her door and gingerly opened it.
“Professor! You called?” He said noting the three freshly licked faces.
“Yes… is that Shadowborne behind you there?”
“Yes sir! We were headed to the cafeteria, looking forward to the gruel they serve us.” Ion grinned. Mmm gruel works better for food fighting than eating. But I guess it is better than nothing as Eol always says he had to eat at my age, then follows it up with that crazy story about walking through snow uphill both ways.
“Kired… I’m losing my patience with you and your complaints about the food. Now if you and Shadowbane would show these new students to their rooms, and to the cafeteria as well I would greatly appreciate it.”
“Sure no problem.” Ion says, You wouldn’t have to hear me complain about it if you’d fix it. Ion thinks the thought but wouldn’t dare say it in front of new students.
“We have Cuoghi” she gestures to the dwarf seated with her, “Amaker,” she gestured toward the halfling and then gestured toward the elf that seemed to tower over his fellow new students, “Draka.”
“Welcome to the Redwyrm.” Ion nods to each as their introduced. He grins as Shadowborne whispers his opinion of the new students. We all looked like that when we first came. A little wet behind the ears. “If you’ll follow me I’ll give you the grand tour and then show you a couple a shortcuts so you won’t always be late for class. You never wanna be late for Professor Tann’Talas’ class trust me.” He turns fully expecting the newbies to follow him and clacks his way down the hall.
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 05:47:52.
Edited on 2010-01-29 at 14:48:46 by Merideth
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Le sigh I guess we're homeless...again
Igni stared at the stone tablet in his hands. I knew that one day I would have to run. After all hiding isn’t going to accomplish any goals for long. But I had wanted to finish reading those books in the library. If only I could get to them without raising suspicion. Ah well not that it matters now suspicions already been raised. Igni watched as his would be compatriots struggled with the inevitability of leaving behind the life they most likely worked hard to build. Such a variety here. It’s like whoever chooses the victims of Mallien just blindly points into the crowd. Still they didn’t seem to know that they would have to run, I wonder what brought them here. I wonder what good they are and what they’ll do if they should learn that I am the spell weaver.
“…They say the Syln line their bows with many layers of different woods to maximize flexibility and strength, and good Dwarve's I know your kind are the masters of metallurgy and the combining of ore and mineral into unrivaled goods. I beg you all to look within, and let us be as one on this journey the fates have placed us on, stronger together than apart." The female warrior priest Anora? That was her name? exclaimed seeming to settle the matter of her own inner struggle and perhaps granting to any that would receive a bit of courage for their choices.
“I too will wait where the girl says she will be.” Igni said rising to take his leave. “There are many misunderstandings this night that may clear up if only we should choose to seek out the Truth as my letter had originally promised we were to gather here this night.” Igni strode from the room not caring what any of the others did. If anything whatever is in this dungeon has power and I for one want power. As Igni approached the door he slowed and cautiously peeked out looking for any guards or uninvited spectators that may have been lurking. ( assuming he sees none) Seeing no one Igni walked to the other side of the street and huddled into his cloak. Walking as though he were mearly on some late night errand Igni hurried on his way to the meeting place. Being one of the hunted he’d already packed and set himself up to skip town before coming to the ill begotten meeting. There hadn’t been guards waiting for him at this meeting but the result had been the same. Igni needed to move beyond this city. As he approached the designated location he mentally tapped his familiar letting it know where he was.
“We going?” Blackfeather chirped as he landed on Igni’s shoulder. Igni looked nervously at the parapets on the city’s wall and crossed into the shadow.
“Yes we’re going.” Igni said. “Hop off me someone might be watching.” Blackfeather hopped off and began pecking at the ground. “I’m going on a journey and I might have people join me.”
“Friends?” Blackfeather looked up quizzically.
“No not friends.” Igni replied, “traveling companions. They are not to see you unless I say and they are not to hear you speak if they do see you. Understand?”
“Got it bought it.” The bird replied hopping over to Igni. “Scratch bill…itches.” Igni smiled as he reached down and gently scratched the raven’s bill.
“Good now they can be here at any moment so scram.” Blackfeather spred his wings and soared into the night. Igni leaned against the wall and mentally counted to ten. It seems I won’t get any sleep tonight, which means I will not be at my best in the beginning of this. I hope nothing goes to wrong.
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 04:59:58.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Not coming with us eh?
As the party trumped out of the woods Aryn greeted them with much energy.
"Where is my daughter? Did you find her? What happened? Where is she?" Allyn pauses looking at Raif's unfortunate load. "She's not..., no she can't be... she's not... dead... is she?" The concern seems real enough. Virif thinks to himself looking closely at Aryn. However I still say that that was a bit much for a kidnapping. Virif looks over at the bodies. Strange I don't remember killing elves. More illusions, but why would someone go to the trouble of casting illusions and then abandon them. If they were trying to hide their true identity then would it not have made more sense to find a way to dispose of the corpses? An easy firebolt spell could have turned them to ashes if aimed correctly. Or they could have resumed the attack once all the guards were otherwise occupied. They must have been watching in order to know my location in the woods. Come to think of it why didn't they resume the attack? We are to small a caravan for it to have been a slave raid.
"I may be speaking ill of the dead but I think Harl was as much a part of this attack and abduction of Jocelyn as the dark-skinned elf that hid in a tree in the forest. When Itried to shot him he turned invisible, Certainly he was the source of the illusion spells that had us seeing things." Kyara answered the merchant.
"Harl was unusually friendly with Jocelyn going out of his way to gain her trust. and I cannot figure out why he led her off from the only real safety of the wagons and her father and all of us into an unknown woods when we were surrounded by bandits, unless he was in on it. His surprise was that that black-skinned elf killed him to prevent us from gaining information. That is why he looks so surprised in death."
"Yes indeed." Virif laughed at the last line. "And truly the dark elf was a spellcaster, but consider the timing. If you saw the elf before you met up with me then the illusionist was already busy and could not have been the same elf. Also consider the complexity of the illusions. During the raid someone managed to keep the illusion of the fixed wagon wheel while another illusion existed to keep us from realizing we faced dark elves. I believe that we'll find more than one spellcaster in their party."
"Let us camp here now. We can fix the wagon wheel while we send a force out to find the girl." Raif pets the slightly wounded dog next to him. "While Marga is a faithful defender of myself, I am still working on teaching how to track on a specific scent." he looks to the others of the group. "If there are some here who are expert trackers, I will travel with you." He looks to the merchant to see what his decision will be..
"I must stay with my wagons." He decides after long minutes of thought and emotion. Tears appear in his eyes, showing the emotional tension behind the now calm facade. "If I lose my goods, then both my daughter and I would be destined for a life of poverty, one I couldn't force her into. I hope you do not think less of me." He bows his head, almost in shame, and walks slowly back to the lead wagon to sit sulking in the drivers bench. That is a really bad idea. Virif thinks walking after the merchant.
"Sir. Perhaps we would have a better time of finding your daughter if we knew of potential enemies." Virif began, "If this raid was just aimed at kidnapping Jocelyn then the elves were probably hired. At the very least Harl was. If the raid was not aimed at your daughter then I'm afraid I must insist on you coming with us, as I didn't take the job to protect your goods but instead your body."
Posted on 2010-01-20 at 19:41:54.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I prefer to stand
prey
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:49:12.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: He's pretty old
It spits out a zergling army
I feed it an energy crystal
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:48:34.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: bullywog
Simplex
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:47:36.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: If you conviince them you're a god early they will worship you forever
^ Is a veteran geek
< ranks on the third or fourth tier of the Geek Heirarchy
V Has no idea what the Geek Heirarchy is.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:47:04.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Sure you did
With spotted dick
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:45:17.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Hehe spotted dick in the pantry
So how does a word change from or butty to sandwich or was it from sandwich to butty? I think I'm gonna eat a butty. Hehe that's like saying I'm gonna eat spotted dick... So glad I'm not english, I get in trouble for misusing innuendo too much as it is.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:44:32.
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Topic: Of Donjons and Dragoons Q&A / OOC
Subject: I really hope he didn't leave us
I liked Mithril. He had some good ideas. And I really wanted to play a psion.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:40:45.
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Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring - Q&A
Subject: No problem
Congrats on your first character. You should print him and store him away so your kids can find him one day and make fun of the name. Not that there's anything wrong with the name just that thats what kids do. Then they can ask you about it and you can teach them the game.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 22:39:40.
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Topic: Not Really a Game, But...it COULD Be
Subject: I have two
Both are for characters at the inn, but one of them was tweaked for world reasons.
The first is Anh Silverblade. I got to make a Neraphim into a Dragonshaman/Knight.
Anh was born in the chaos of Limbo to the tribe of Dragonites. His tribe was different from other Neraphim tribes because they were not nomads; instead they had chosen 30 or so years before Anh’s birth to settle down as the Githzerai did claiming a portion of Limbo for themselves and making a safe haven for their race and their young. This choice was brought on by a silver dragon named Kherazinth who had seen a potential in the Neraphim to become a dominant power in Limbo. If such a thing could exist. Kherazinth had spoken with the matriarch of a tribe known as Firewalker and convinced the matriarch to develop the fortress known as Silver Haven. Kherazinth came to reside in Silver Haven using her considerable power to bring stability to fortress and its surrounding swirls. Silver Haven is just a bit larger than a normal Githzerai fortress and doesn’t float or shift more than 100 ft in any direction becoming the first truly stable part of Limbo. The change from a nomad hunting society to a monarchy was a huge step for Neraphim but it wasn’t a racial step as the Neraphim including the newly renamed Dragonites till had territorial issues. Silver Haven and its surrounding lands were designated as the Dragonites hunting grounds and so other races required rarely given permission to enter Silver Haven. Having a Neraphim nation basically spring up over night was quite concerning to nearby Githzerai establishments and to resolve the issue they launched raids. The Dragonites barely managed to fight off the attacks, and seeing the issues that a new nation of Neraphim would face the great dragon Kherazinth suggested to the matriarch that the people of Silver Haven do as kingdoms in the Material Plane do and establish armies and trade. Being in complete awe of the dragon and having devoted her entire clan to its service the Matron and the tribes wizards (with a little help from the dragon) opened a planar gate to the Prime Material and sent out a handful of delegates to some accepting kingdoms the dragon knew of, however in order to ensure he safe ravel of her emissaries the Matron also created a garrison at the other end of the gate, which was in a forest. She also sent out scouts to examine the area of stabilized Limbo the dragon had created and discovered a stable ‘mine’ of elemental fire at the edge of the land and castle walls of Silver Haven. Also as a part of the dargon’s advice the Matron began making an army, and to do that she needed more Neraphim. As luck would have it the seven years in between the Festival of Spawning had passed and the Neraphim were scheduled to gather. At the festival the Matron learned of another tribe that had lost their hunting grounds to the ever swirling chaos of Limbo, knowing she was in need of new members to join her army the Matron invited the endangered tribe o join her own. Grateful for a new hunting ground the matriarch accepted the offer. As a part of terms the new tribes men would all be a part of the Dragonite’s army and at the core of that army would be the Matron’s personal knights, all members of her original tribe, The Silver Dragon Knights. The knights were all devoted followers of Kherazinth and devoted followers of the Matron. Later that year the Neraphim managed to secure their first trade agreement with the material plane. It was agreed that for a yearly supply of elemental fire the Kingdom of Tavarik would supply Silver Haven with weapons, armor, and steeds
At this time Anh was 6. When Anh turned 20 he petitioned to join the Knights of the Silver Dragon, being in awe of his tribes savior himself. He was accepted as a squire. He spent the next 20 years of his life and youth in service to the knighthood and to the Matron and to the dragon. During those years he was witness to several Githzerai raids and Slaadi hunts. When he turned of age to be proclaimed an adult Anh was fully accepted into the Silver Dragon Knights and knighted. His first assignment was to the forest garrison on the Prime Material which in the last 39 years had grown a little. It now also had emissaries of the Tavarik and a few human establishments for the emissaries comfort. While stationed here Anh learned how to speak common and learned a little about the ways of humans, mostly from the captain of the human guard. There were only 20 Neraphim stationed at the garrison as it had become mostly a human settlement and so Anh full of curiosity (the only real chaos element he displays) interacted with the humans. Always keeping his honor s a knight and as a representative of the Neraphim race in mind he proved to be an apt diplomat himself, at least in comparison to other Neraphim. With this in mind as Anh turned 25 the Matron gave him new orders; to journey throughout the Prime Maerial and learn all he could. He was cautioned that not all people of the Prime Material would be as welcome to Nerphim as the people of Tevarik and so he should be cautious as to how he approached others and to represent Neraphim, Silver Haven, The Silver Dragon Knights, The Matron , and Kherazinth well with honor. Swearing that he would always do as the Marton and as Kherazinth asked with undying loyalty Anh gathered little traveling gear, his armor, and his weapon. Saddled his horse and left to explore the Prime Material in the name of his Matron and Kherazinth the silver dragon.
And the second is Virif Flametouch. Gotta love Dwarven Mages.
The Dwarves of Darkspire mountain are well known for their military might. With two leading clans and two metropolis they are content to guard and trade for the moment. The Undercity is ruled by the clan Darkmine, a duergar clan that came to power a few years before the Gate Wars. The Undercity is closed to all except dwarves and is an industry for mining, and crafting of the finest weaponry in sixty miles at least. Its forges rage through all hours producing in three days enough arms to fuel a thousand strong army, and they aren’t any masterwork arms. The Darkmine clan came to power by discovering a way to tie the elements of creation into their weapons. The weapons made by the Undercity do not dull and often display elemental traits from a constant heat emanating from the blade o a full inferno consuming all but the hilt and the wielder. Of course for the sake of security the stronger blades are only given to the dwarves guard of Undercity. To supply the necessary material to keep the forges running the Undercity keeps prisoners and slaves working vast mines of iron, silver, and gold. Keeping the slaves in line is an elite prison guard known as the Lightning Axe Brigade, so named for the lightning imbued axes each member of the guard wields (take the prestige class dwarves defender and give them a +5 Keen Shocking axe.) The Brigade only has 100 members in it and they are the second best trained fighters of Darkspire mountain. The best trained fighters of the mountain are the Elite Royal Guard. A specially trained unit of 20 members chosen from birth and sent through all three academies found in Darkspire, The melee academy- Torith Martial, the Arcane academy- Torith Arcana, and the priest academy where they learn the worship of the Twilight Dragon- Torith Twilight. There are ten guardsmen around the leader of Undercity, Inito Dark mine (a powerful wizard in his own right) and ten guardsmen around the leader of Darkspire, Jirtich Spirelord (A mighty fighter.) The Spirelord clan was once known as the Ironaxe clan and was a worthy rival of the Darkmines. To prevent the Ironaxe’s from coming to power the Darkmine sitting the throne decided to found an Overcity to trade the magical weapons being produced in Undercity and so established at the base of Darkspire mountain the city of Darkspire and gave the regency to the Ironaxe’s changing their surname to Spirelord. The ploy worked. Undercity and Darkspire worked together and quickly became profitable especially as the Gate Wars began. In response to the troubles of the Gate Wars Jirtih Spirelord the first decided that his people would need to establish a strong army to hold off the outer planar beings especially seeing as the magical blood of the Darkmines had accidentally established a portal just ten miles from the city, and so with the Darkmines assistance and the combined resources of Undercity and Darkspire Jirtich established the training academy of Torith Arcana and sent an entire generation through the traditional training of Torith Martial or if they displayed any sort of magical potential Torith Arcana. He also strengthened the walls around Darkspire adding archery towers and ballista. He had the few magi that remained after the instability of magic began etch runes into the walls to ward them against extra planar beings. The result of his work was an army 500 strong with 100 of them being war wizards who had with considerable practice and strength of will learned to effectively achieve a 53% working spell casting even with the wild magic that swirled through the Realms, and walls that even though their sigils often failed (only working about 20% of the time) would hold against almost any physical attack. In the end the city of Darkspire held through the Gate Wars becoming a bastion against the tide of demons and by proxy the Undercity underneath Darkspire remained untouched barely hearing of the wars waged on the surface. Life changed only because the rade which had founded Darkspire dwindled due to impassable roads, and so Darkpire learned to farm and hunt and raise livestock to support the primarily industrial society they one were. Of course it helped that the Gate that formed near Darkspire was in fact outside of the city making it only desirable due to tactical position. Which due to its being largely impregnable reduced the attacks made against it, but the fact remains that Dark spire is one of a very few civilizations that can date from the beginning of the Gate Wars till present. The Temple Torith Twilight was built and developed after the Twilight Dragon washed the extra planar visitors from the world. How they survived the resulting wrath is a mystery that to be honest no Darkspire dwarf has looked into simply being thankful that they did. Bringing us to the life of Virif Flametouch. Virif is the son of one of the original students of Torith Arcana, Kirton Flametouch. The Flametouch clan was once known as the Gemcutter clan and made a living in the Undercity cutting gems to precise cuts to be used in the infusion of magical weaponry, but with the cry for recruits going up Kirton’s father immediately enrolled his five year old son into the academy. Kirton gained his surname because of his proficiency with flame based magic during the time of the Wild Magic as the academy has recorded the more magical aspect of the Gate Wars. Beginning a new tradition for his new clan Kriton enrolled his son into Torith Arcana at that same age of five. Virif has grown up with a sense of honor and duty instilled in him by not only his father (whom he sees very rarely in his training) but also from the intense training in Torith Arcana. With the Time of Wild Magic gone thanks be to the Twilight Dragon training in Torith Arcana has taken on a very dwarves militistic aspect as opposed to the experimental aspect needed to work with the wild magic, and as such Virif has had the opportunity to learn weapons practice whereas his father did not. The training and schooling of Torith Arcna is all Virif has thus far had the opportunity to experience. The first years of the school are all about conditioning. There’s a lot of running, obstacle courses, basic weapons training, basic magic training, and chores. As the trainees hit about 16 if they have shown diligence and promise as Virif has they are given a more personal training regiment. Instead of training as a unit they are expected to train themselves by continuing their studies and self workout. Instead of a classroom they are given a master. A master may at any time have up to 15 apprentices but he never trains them together instead he devotes an hour a day to each student teaching them more of the arcane mysteries or more of the martial aspect personalized to each student. Any additional training is to be done on the student’s time. Should the student not be ready to advance at 16 they will be reevaluated every year until 20 when if they have not shown sufficient promise they will be dismissed from the academy. The real advantage of advancing; no chores. At the age of 25 if the student has shown sufficient growth they will be assigned to a trainee unit made up of members from eh of the three academies and will be given a place in the Darkspire army. Their unit will go on patrol, defend areas of interest (like the mine), or hunt down criminals that have somehow managed to elude authorities. After five years of this they will be given a basic set of equipment and placed in a regular unit, or sent out into the outside world as an informant. Only the top of one’s class is sent out as an informant. Virif was the top of his class by a good degree (most graduates of the academy leave at level 2.) There are two informants sent out: one which sets up a life in another city who sends letters back to the Spirelord, and the traveler who adventures listening and seeking relevant information to tell the vein informant to relay to the Spirelord. They know each other based on a tattoo of an axe over a mountain (the symbol of Darkspire) given on consignment and a code phrase. The code phrase is “Your gold looks to be that of Spire gold” with the answer “Indeed mined from a vein of Darkmine itself.” With the sign and cosign given the dwarves break open some ale and drink a toast. Later that night they meet in a prearranged location show their tattoos and trade information. Virif was chosen as a ‘gold seeker’ informant meaning he is to adventure sending home a donation of gold every month. Should he fail to do so he will have a bounty placed on his head until he makes up the difference. Virif feels honored that he has been chosen as an informant and has set out to fulfill his duty to lord and city.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 03:41:42.
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Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring - Recruitment Suspended
Subject: But professor
I'm an A student we can get away with more.  I helped Mr. C with his numbers though it occurs to me that I probably should have explained where the numbers came from better since as I recall he doesn't have 3.5 books so all I really did was enable him. Ah well. 
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 03:23:25.
Edited on 2010-01-19 at 03:24:21 by Ion Kired
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: bullywog
I must now brag that I have broken 600 posts! Woot.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 01:23:14.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: So
go eat.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 00:43:58.
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