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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: PING!
You've all gotten 10 Karma points to spread around.
PM me to give them to people you think deserve them for their posts or character concepts, or tell me that you're saving them for later. ^^
Posted on 2011-08-01 at 22:19:43.
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Topic: The Last Blade Game
Subject: Plot Exposition
((OoC: Jumping forward a little.))
The king eyed up the seven before him with a gleam of hope in his eye.
Three fighting men and women, one holy warrior, two light fighters and a mage... and an archer who had just been caught eavesdropping by the door, followed by another light fighter caught in the cellar attempting to steal food.
Nine, then.
A smile crossed his face, albeit briefly. He then began to speak.
"Humanity is in great peril. We have no food, no water, no heat, no life. You all know this perfectly well. There is no reason for me to repeat this.
"I am sure you all have been searching as hard as you can for a solution to our problems. I have called you here to step up these searches."
He sighed as he turned to Arathyra, "Miss Wolfswift, as your king, I now order you to search your late mentor's rooms. Before I was happy to let you grieve, but now we have no choice. Tear his chambers apart if you have to, but make sure no corner is left unsearched.
"The rest of you, I shall leave you to your own devices to seek a way. Maybe ask the more secretive of the townsfolk, I do not care. Return in one day, and I hope not to see you all empty-handed."
Posted on 2011-08-01 at 22:18:22.
Edited on 2011-08-01 at 22:24:54 by Darren
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: Erm
It's an unofficial, temporary name 
Posted on 2011-08-01 at 20:07:09.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: The Glove of Badassery
As Stangrid flexed his fingers and moved the glove around, it inevitably ended up above his head, fist clenched.
With a *shwoop!* of bright, white light, a javelin formed in his clenched fist. A javelin of pure light, simple and perfectly balanced.
As he unclenched his fist in surprise, the javelin dissipated into nothingness, simply fading away.
Posted on 2011-08-01 at 12:54:29.
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Topic: Hello, world!
Subject: Welcome
Hello and welcome, Red!
To add to what Flirt has just said, don't forget that anyone is welcome here. If you start thinking that because you're inexperienced you can't join a game, think again, and post in the recruitment thread
Have funz here!
Posted on 2011-07-31 at 13:56:31.
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Topic: Been gone to long
Subject: Hey!
Welcome back, dude who I've never met!
Posted on 2011-07-31 at 13:50:54.
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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: Well said
The next full mega mega plot exposition post is due when Clockwork, Flirt and Gboy have gotten their characters to the castle. Hint hint.
Oh, and the Karma system. Each major update will give everyone ten karma points to be given out.
You can give them to someone or save them for later, but they should be given out for good posts
I'll tell you all when.
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 22:28:22.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: In the chest...
In the chest Standgrid opened is a leather right-hand glove. Knuckle-guards are attached, and it's in perfect condition.
There is a groan, and the adventurers cringe... before realising that it was the aged hinges on the chest.
All is well.
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 22:25:57.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: Heh
^^
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 22:25:09.
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Topic: Game Idea...
Subject: Well
I like running games
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 22:22:12.
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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: Yup...
... sorry for the short reply, gboy.
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 12:12:37.
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Topic: The Last Blade Game
Subject: Ignorance
Fraz shrugged at the question, "I have no idea. It can' tbe anything important, or he'd tell me, his best servant."
The messenger stuck out his chest in pride.
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 12:07:09.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: Trap! ... er...
They are in fact not locked. Go ahead and open them
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 12:03:40.
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Topic: Suggest a Myth
Subject: Amendment
Amendment to all dwarves having the same accent... the said accent is always scottish
EDIT: sorry, faux-scottish.
Posted on 2011-07-29 at 16:21:27.
Edited on 2011-07-29 at 16:21:43 by Darren
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Topic: The Last Blade Game
Subject: Fraz
Fraz was dashing down a street in the depths of the town, a grin crossing his face as he knew that his shortcut would get him back to the castle quicker than Johnny.
"Are you trying to waste energy, or is something that important that it requires you to run around like a fool in this blasted heat?"
Fraz spun around, and couldn't see the speaker, no matter where he looked. He frowned, and replied, "I'm searching for the greatest people in the town, the king wants them. The best of the best."
Posted on 2011-07-29 at 08:32:15.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: ^^
I often post having taken codine
Posted on 2011-07-29 at 08:27:38.
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Topic: Request to the webmaster
Subject: The answer is...
... yes!
Posted on 2011-07-28 at 21:27:17.
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Topic: The Last Blade Game
Subject: Replies
"Guards! Someone! Anyone! Where did he come from?" shouted the hunger-stricken man.
Luckily, that was the moment Bryant strode by, spotting how the new arrival acted and his equipment, and said, "Sir, go to the castle. The king will want to see you," before speeding off, leaving Bren in a state of probable confusion.
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Johnny had just been asking some commoner about the location of the apprentice when a voice rose up from behind him.
"Greetings Sir, whispers reveal to me that you have been seeking my presence. How may I assist you this day?"
Luck, eh?
"Yes, I was, er... The king has demanded to see you."
Posted on 2011-07-28 at 21:09:18.
Edited on 2011-07-29 at 09:38:41 by Darren
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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: Stuff and things
Clockwork: Yes, I am aware. ^^
Gboy: Go ahead!
Tuned_Out: It's'a good
Posted on 2011-07-28 at 18:38:17.
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Topic: The Last Blade Characters and Info
Subject: Character Sheet: Sariana
Character Name: Sariana
Player Name: DarkAutumn
Class: Fighter
Karma: 7
Gear:
Two tonfas w/ holsters
White gold locket
Clothes
Background:
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 21:07:16.
Edited on 2011-08-02 at 09:18:21 by Darren
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Topic: The Last Blade Characters and Info
Subject: Character Sheet: Bren
Character Name: Bren Asera
Player Name: Tuned_Out
Class: Swordsage
Karma: 2
Gear:
Sturdy boots
Fairly ragged clothing
Weathered amulet
Two throwing daggers
Scimitar
Background:
Bren had been born among mountains. An alcove overlooking the wasteland had been the home of his youth. The few families that lived there had worked together to survive, but there were often periods of starvation and weakness. It was not an easy youth, one that forces a person to grow up fast.
There were those skilled at hunting and foraging (for fungi) who would search vainly for food, and it was these people who kept them alive. They would search in the early morning and again in the evening to escape the worst of the sun's heat. His parents were such hunters, and he was proud to be theirs. But as is already known, in this time youth ends quickly.
There were times with individuals, and sometimes groups, left to seek a better life. They would pack their belongings and never return- lost to he waste. Or so it was thought. When Bren was still just a boy one returned. Carin, recognizable by scar gained in his youth, who had left five years before ran into the alcove shouting of pursuers. Within seconds the open cavern was swarmed with dark, unidentifiable figures. The began to attack and drag people away. His father was cut down in the initial surge, but his mother managed to reach him before they were surrounded, save for the open drop of the mountainside. Seeing no other option she grabbed Bren and moved over the edge, attempting to get down its rough side. Such actions caused her great injury, and unable to travel far they sought shelter in a nearby nook in the mountain base.
By complete fluke a swordsman had sought refuge there a well, and in further good fortune he was willing to help them. However, a grim look crossed his face when he saw the mother's wounds and sure enough she did not last the night. With her dying breath she gave Bren her amulet and spoke of her love for him.
That was twenty years ago. For the following decade and a half he trained under his mentor-by-chance, learning to use his body and a blade as one. The wasteland was a harsh training-ground, but the seasoned warrior taught the youth all he knew of how to survive. To find food, to defend himself, and most importantly to seek shelter; all a gift from his kind teacher. But nothing lasts forever.
In a severe storm they were ambushed by creatures and in the chaos of the fight they were separated. The intensity of the storm forced Bren to find shelter, and when he returned to the scene he found no evidence for the life or death of his mentor. He has searched these last five years, but to no avail.
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 18:17:01.
Edited on 2011-08-02 at 09:18:39 by Darren
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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: Hm
Gboy and Flirt, good bios, I've put them into the Info thread.
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 08:16:48.
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Topic: The Last Blade Characters and Info
Subject: Character Sheet: Xavier
Character Name: Xavier te'Shea
Player Name: gboy
Class: Nomad
Karma: 2
Gear:
Horn Bow
Arrows
Dagger
Simple locket w/ picture of sister inside.
History:
Xavier had always known what he was to do since he was born. He was born in a small township in the desert, secluded in a valley. His father had left and wandered the wastes when Xavier was just a small child, telling him to protect his mother, and twin sister. Not long after that, a heatwave struck, and Xavier's mother, already in a damaged state, succumbed to the heat. Xavier couldn't believe he had failed his father already. His sister, on the other hand, would be a different story. Xavier himself would die before he let anything foul befall his sister. This he promised himself, and it was something he would carry out for the rest of his life.
However, Xavier's sister had always had a tendency to have very vivid dreams. They often woke her in the night, sometimes violently, which would make Xavier jump looking for the source of the disturbance. One morning however, Xavier awoke and his sister was not in her bed, simply a scrawled note:
Xavier,
You couldn't help your mother, you couldn't help your sister. But that's okay. You won't have to tell your father. He isn't coming back anyway.
The note was scrawled in a hand Xavier had never seen before, but immediately, it led him to panic. He searched his home for any sign of struggle, or any evidence of his sister. He ran outside to see if anyone had seen anything only to find his town devoid of human life. It was as if everyone had gotten up and left. Hung on the fence were few of his father's possessions; his bow and quiver, and a slender silver dagger. Also pinned in place was a small locket, which Xavier opened up, only to see a picture of his sister inside it. Tears began to fall from his eyes as he began over thinking the situation, who could've done this, what happened to his father, what he was going to do now... He fell to his knees holding the locket in front of his father's equipment.
As though to break him out of his torment, a sound reached his ears, as hoofs hit the ground in a galloping fashion. A whinnying horse rounded the corner, it's rider slumped in what looked to be an incredibly uncomfortable position. As the horse closed the distance to Xavier, the rider slumped off his horse, arrows in his back. The horse, free of it's rider, calmed down, though still pranced nervously about, obviously bothered by something. Xavier figured there was nothing left for him in this secluded town, and that he needed to get away... Far away. Maybe somewhere else held the secrets to this mystery... And had his sister. But he would never know until he saddled up, and took off. So he grabbed his father's gear, and rode out into the wasteland, not knowing where he was going, but knowing what he wanted...
That was 10 years ago. He now lived in a place that was more forsaken, being struck by poverty, famine, and drought. When he'd arrived, he saw the voracious looks his horse was receiving, and so he turned back, returned on foot, and acquired a shack of a house... Just like home. Then, in the secrecy of the night, he snuck his horse in to the building. Digging a hole for the waste was not pleasant, though it had to be done. Having to share some of his food with his horse to keep it alive was leading him to become even more slender and gaunt than the others, and despite how much it was starting to take a toll on his body, he knew he needed to have the horse ready. They weren't in a situation to take off right away, but it was a start.
There were people here. And where there were people, there were bound to be answers... Somewhere. In the meantime though, he needed to fulfill as much of a promise to his father as he could... He may not have been able to protect the women in his life, but he could at least protect the women around him now. With his father's bow and dagger in hand, and the locket around his neck, Xavier would find the answers... He had to. And so he climbed walls, leapt over obstacles, and worked out so to remain physically fit - though lean - and set up a small barrel behind his house to practice his archery so that when the time came, he would be ready.
Posted on 2011-07-26 at 20:39:47.
Edited on 2011-08-02 at 09:18:42 by Darren
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: qsdf
GMing is my thing. Sorry again to YeOlde and Alacrity, but I can't play games, I can only seem to GM.
Posted on 2011-07-26 at 20:36:29.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Well
Calling me awesome is perhaps a BIT of an exaggeration... But if you really think so
Posted on 2011-07-26 at 20:27:38.
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