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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: The Arena Bloodworks
Beneath the Gleech city arena in a hive like catacomb of cages and tunnels, Arena Master Borrik waited impatiently. He had once been Arena Champion Borrick and he had the wounds to prove it. The ogres still hulking body was a story of brutal battles etched in scar tissue. A mangled bite on his leg from when he'd fought a pack of wild-men. Lacerations on his back to remind him of his hour long match against a wily displacer beast and of course the missing arm compliments of a beholder's disintegration ray.
Borrik rattled the iron chain which descended from the stump at his left shoulder. The spiked ball which had crushed more skulls in the arena than any ogre could count rolled about on the sandy floor. Gladiators and crewmen who knew the signs of his impending rage steered a wide arc around the old but still dangerous giant. Finally his anger found a suitable target, "Glib, get yur pimpled hide over hear!"
A tiny goblin hustled into the ogre's shadow, "Yes, Arena Master, sir." Glib's job was the tallying of combatants, a less than easy task when consistent death rates meant a constantly varying figure.
"Where are my elves, Glib?"
"Ah yes, that," the goblin shifted, "well you know how hard elven slaves are to come by these days. Most of them are owned by the brothels and you know they won't give up such prized flesh for the Arena.. We finally did find a breeder in Snarg, but you see sir, a mandate has come down from the mayor, that all merchant traffic west of the city is to be suspended so there's really nothing..."
"Are you telling me we have no elves, for the Battle of the Crimson Dawn Reenactment!?"
"Ahh, yes sir I'm afraid that's..." the goblin's eyes couldn't help but trace the iron chain down to the spiked ball bigger in circumfrance than his head. "... true, but we can just do some quick surgery on the human's ears and blamo instant el..."
The ogre's fist wrapped about the goblin's waist and choked off every one of the little creature's internal organs. "You idiot, you actually think they'll fall for that again?!"
"Prosthetic ears, maybe," the goblin squeaked. The squeak became a squeal as he was thrown into the nearest pillar. The impact was such that on the floor of the arena above it probably raised a cloud of dust.
Borrik then addressed the crumpled green hulk at the base of the column. "Find me elves by next Zlin, Glib, or I'll have a wizard spell you to look like one, and then you'll get to learn a bit about our history firsthand."
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 01:21:57.
Edited on 2010-04-29 at 01:24:10 by madscirat
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: The Forest Outside the Rebel Human Village
"Besides, won't Ol' Pointy Ears be looking for you, I'm sure he's got a long boring solo lecture planned for you."
Terral looked back toward the village he knew lay concealed behind the shadow of the trees. "I'm sure he does, but Kal, the last time I tried a spell it took a week for me to grow my eyebrows back." He pinched and pulled at the rather longish tufts over his eyes, "and they grew back sorta weird... I don't want to do any more magic, I'm afraid if I do I'll wind up turning myself into a frog, or something worse. Plus I don't wanna learn about magic I want to know how steam engines work and what makes the goblins' blimps float. Pleeeaaase let me come. It'll be my only chance for a month."
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 00:39:29.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Another supply run.. another escape - 2
"Hey, Kal," an excited voice skipped up along the trail. The half dragon turned one iridescent eye to spot the all to familiar sight of Terral, huffing to catch up. When he reached her he was already out of breath. In addition to being quite a runt, the boy had a far from hardy constitution. Before befriending Kal, he'd been the focus of the village's bullies and ever since she'd defended him the brat had been stuck to her as surely as pine sap. "I... heard... you.. were goin' to.. Gleech," he panted and followed his words with a pleading smile, "can I come, I so want to see a real air ship." Although Terral was a student of magic along with Kal, he'd showed little mastery of anything apart from the simplest cantrips. He was far more interested in goblin machines. He got it from his father, one could only guess; the man earned his keep in the village by repairing scavenged goblin muskets. "Please, Kal, I promise I'll be good, I'll act just like a slave the whole time... I mean isn't it more convincing if you have a slave, aren't dragons all rich anyway?"
Posted on 2010-04-26 at 01:47:08.
Edited on 2010-04-26 at 01:48:48 by madscirat
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Story Update
Love the Gortag picture.
On posts, I will probably let the players write another consecutive scene in the vampire and halfdragon storylines. If I jump in it will be in the later. I want to see a bit more of the vampire before I start contributing there. Scenes that I do about Gleech should not be taken as something that needs response. If you want to work your character into them and can then by all means, but I am mainly doing them to give everyone a sense of place.
Posted on 2010-04-26 at 01:32:08.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Warning Gleech
The constable adjusted his spiked hat, but everytime he hammered a nail into the post it slipped down over his eyes once more. After a few frustrating minutes, however, his work was finished and he stepped back to take a look at the poster. At the center was a human's snarling face. Above in red it stated, Menace in the West. Rebel Humans sighted, then below, all traffic merchant and otherwise strictly forbidden.
The post which held the sign was one of the dock's four corner supports, holding a rickety platform fiftey dizzing feat above the monstrous masses. Descending from on high was one of the dock's frequent visitors, a goblin dirigible. The craft chugged along leaving an acrid mixture of smoke and steam behind it. When the constaple noticed the ship blocking out the sun he trotted briskly toward the foredock.
Pompously flashing his badge of office at several creatures which, several centuries ago, would have eaten him without an afterthought, the goblin wormed his way through the tight crowd. He reached the end of the quay just as the boathands were rigging the airship's lines. A cloud of pollution from the thing's rattling engine stung the goblin's eyes. After rubbing his eyes clean, Zirt flashed his badge once more at the captain. "Where's this boat headed?"
"Next run's to Snarg." Zirt looked back through the crowd of fur, teeth and claws. A gnoll licked its chopps in his general direction, 'figures, Snarg is a Bloodmoon city.'
The little goblin stoked up his courage for what he was about to say. "Sorry then, all travel west has been restricted by order of the mayor." The crowd behind him got quiet and Zirt suddenly felt as exposed as a caribou calf on the Blooddmoor under the full moon.
"Why no fly?!" a nearby Troll expressed the question on all their limited brains.
"..Well, uh, the guard has reason to believe that rebel humans are operating out of the area."
The crowd all burst out laughing. A few of the goblin airmen snickered as well. One nearly lost his wrench with which he'd been tightening the craft's many loose bolts. A lycanthrope, proudly wearing his wolfish features joked, "good, I always get hungry halfway." The words brought another round of laughter.
"But these humans are different, our informants tell us they know some magic." The feral monsters quieted at this. Monsters of the Bloodmoon had never excelled at magic and living close to the demonic realms of the Nine Crowns had engendered in them a healthy fear of it. None the less, a gnoll shaman, the leader of a small group of hyena men remained skeptical.
"Then your sources are wrong, green-skin," he laughed, "the human spirit lacks the spark of understanding necessary to learn magic. All they can do is mimic the spells of other races."
"Never the less, the law is the law. If any of you have a problem with it, you can take it up with the mayor." Zirt could tell by the looks of the faces in the crowd that none would and suddenly he was glad he'd voted for the dragon and not that much less frightening Minotaur.
Posted on 2010-04-25 at 01:36:10.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Within the Old Temple's Ruins 2
7 watched from under his shelter as one of his masters bent holding his skull. He looked not unlike any of the workmen during a round of disciplining. Unfortunately irony was not something a thrall could generally appreciate. Instead, 7 only felt fear, fear of the unknown. The masters did not feel pain, the masters were unafraid. Wrong, everything was wrong, he thought..., where is the Voice. Then he heard it, a light thud followed by a heavier one. Then silence, silence unlike the thrall could remember. He peeked out to see the head of the eldest master staring up at him with dead, glossy eyes. Its liberated body lay not to far away. Seeing its black blood, knowing the meaning of the silence, 7 could only run. He had to return to the others, not to warn them, but to restore the voice. His mind felt like a drafty abandoned house, a house of death, full of haunting shadows. At some level he knew that if he didn't fill it madness would be the end. So he bolted for the light away from whatever monsters they had awoken in the temple.
Posted on 2010-04-23 at 02:48:12.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Within the Old Temple's Ruins
It had spent its life developing the powers of its alien intellect. For a hundred and fiftey years the mind flayer, which had no intelligible name outside of the collective, had refined its telapathic powers. From the control of small minds to those of lowly human and elves all the way to the resistant Duegar; no mind had ever resisted his assault and none up until now had ever dared assault his own.
It felt the probe of power before it knew the source and in an instant walls of psionic armor snapped into place, an impenetrable shield or so it thought... Thought, that was the core of their power, that gray crinkled brain matter that they so loved to feed on, but this attack did not travel the usual high telepathic channels. No it came from below, from thhe deep, from emotions and feelings the mind flayer had forgotten it had. The strange magic percolated up through the creatures still human brain stem washing its consciousness with waves of memory from its hosts life, a life it destroyed. He felt the lash of a drow matriarch's whip, heard the clatter of gold as he was sold from one hell into another, then finally he felt the crawling tentacles overtop his skull followed inevitably by the crunching pain of a beak opening a passage to his brain. The next he couldn't feel, but somehow he could see, the slimy larvae slipping into the hole to devour his mind and annihilate his will.
The illithid fell to its knees clutching at its skull. Its psychic barriers dissolved and scattered to the ethereal winds, as useless as tissue paper against the magic of the Fae.
Posted on 2010-04-23 at 02:33:37.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: QA is up
Q&A thread is up
http://www.rdinn.net/view_topic.php?topicid=2375
Posted on 2010-04-23 at 02:12:12.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Monster's Paradise Q&A
OK here's a thread for any questions about the world or the game.
Posted on 2010-04-23 at 02:11:28.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Q&A Thread
Yeh yur right we need an Out of Character thread big time. Where are they usually posted?
Posted on 2010-04-20 at 23:47:38.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Oh My Lord
"Generic Expletive! Everyone's posts are fantastic!"
I will start posting responses with priority for combat threads. If you're not in combat or attempting some difficult action, feel free to post again but keep to the limit of 2/week plz.
Also we may have another person coming on board as a kobold.
Posted on 2010-04-20 at 23:46:36.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Done
Okay its all up now. Again, sorry for the confusion.
Posted on 2010-04-16 at 03:11:32.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: The Wilderness Northwest of Gleech
Work had stopped, 71 knew without a doubt because of the pain. When the work stopped they all felt pain, he most of all. The thrall beside him bent over holding his skull as his mouth opened in a soundless scream. 71 wanted to moan as well, but he'd learned long ago that to not act only meant more pain.
He stepped out from under the command tent, shielding his eyes from the scalding sun. Two weeks earlier he'd never known anything could be so bright. Around him the thralls looked his way, eyes vacant except for the plea, “make it go away.” He was, in their eyes, the one who made the pain go away. 71, however, knew that the true master of the pain was not he but the Voice.
He half ran, half skidded down the incline of a steep ravine following the line of pale workmen. By the time he reached the bottom his own pale skin had been turned brown by the dust kicked up in his descent. The first foundation dig stood before him, a massive hole ringed with scaffolding, a quest for the bedrock. 71 looked up, in his mind the span of concrete that would take water across the gorge already stood completed, every corbel and keystone, in perfect alignment. It was beaut... The pain interceded on his thoughts and he remembered his need. Why had they stopped?
Using the scaffolding as a ladder, 71 descended into the familiar dark. As the hard bottom he found a gaggle of thralls, including an umber hulk, huddled around a glow of lamplight. The umberhulks, massive beetles from the deeps, had been brought along for the heavy digging. He saw the same pleading in the large monster's compound eyes and he followed its alien gaze to the nearby rock. Here was the reason they had stopped. Across the rock spanned a large crack, a crack that lead into darkness and unknown. This was not part of the plan and they were confused, confused and frightened of what might lay within the dark.
“Enter.. See..,” said the Voice and the pain receded along with it. 71 had no more desire to enter into unknown darkness than any of his fellow thralls, but he could not disobey, in fact he didn't even know how to disobey. He took an oil lamp from one of the workman and crouched through the crack opened by their pick axes and the umberhulk's claws. Once he could stand straight he raised the light into the darkness.
Wonder was not an emotion felt by thralls, and yet 71 looking up at the vaulted ceiling of a building unlike any he had seen before could not help but feel something akin to it. The illithid had been forced to leave him, as the foreman, some amount of intelligence by which to utilize the knowledge of architecture and physics impregnated within his brain. Perhaps it was for this reason that 71 marveled at the sight before him, as a mathematician might marvel at the solutions to a set of complex equations.
The room he found where he expected not but a limestone cave, stretched for fifty yards, nearly half the width of the gorge. In its center was a vastly complex system of metallic orbs suspended on gears which long since ceased to move. Around this, a ring of support columns, only half of which had survived the ravages of time. The rest lay fallen in broken sections or scattered pieces. Beyond these at the very rim of the chamber stood statues. Most of these too had given way to time. Many were only a torso supported by two legs and some seemed to have eroded entirely from their pedestals. Only two remained intact, an elf and a dwarf. Had 71 had a mind free to think such thoughts he might have wondered why anyone would sculpt images of the slave races which portrayed such nobility and power. As it was he simply looked without astonishment or understanding.
“Waiit,” came the Voice which saw more in these figures than 71 could know, “wait, I come.”
71 did as he was bidden. Minutes later, a hunched shadow stretched into the lamp light. Slithering steps sounded the entrance of two illithid (CL 15 each) into the temple. 71 did not see them however, instead his eyes were fixated on something he couldn't understand. The statue closest to him was changing, its grays transmuting to the color of skin and cloth. Across the way he could see the other remaining statue changing as well. Something, perhaps his last remaining bit of human intuition told him to get down and without a thought he crouched beneath the shelter of the room's mechanical centerpiece.
Posted on 2010-04-16 at 03:05:10.
Edited on 2010-04-16 at 03:10:37 by madscirat
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: WTF
Oh I just checked and noticed that half my post is missing, no wonder you all were wondering what to do. I must have copy pasted the wrong section or had some other brain fart. Oh well, I should have the rest of it up soon, sorry.
Posted on 2010-04-16 at 03:03:43.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Fate point question
Yep, thats exactly how you should do it. Fate points and hero points allow you to keep writing through an event or series of events whose consequence would normally be up to me. However, the point expenditures should entirely resolve the conflict. This might be just one action, like jumping a gorge, or it could be a series of action like a gambling match or a chase.
Posted on 2010-04-16 at 03:00:43.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Fitting in
Sorry I implied it but obviously not strongly enough. You are the statues which are currently unpetrifying in the scene. You are both awakening to find the temple destroyed (along with most of your comrads) and mind flayers violating its sanctity.
I never went into the specifics of how you were preserved and I figured a flesh-stone would be a natural way to go about it in a D&D world.
Posted on 2010-04-16 at 02:55:22.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Finished
Okay the opening is finished and everyone should be able to post. The IC is in the free form/fantasy section
http://www.rdinn.net/view_topic.php?topicid=2367
Posted on 2010-04-12 at 16:20:36.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Monster's Paradise
“I really wish you'd reconsider, sir,” the whiny voice pleaded. Unconsciously the goblin gripped the edges of the chair which towered before him, his clawed fingers trailing down its wooden back. The seated figure paid no heed to his remark other than the flick of a scaled tale, the only part of him visible, that lolled over the edge of the cushion. “The poles are very clear, lord Mayor. Most goblins...” here he hesitated, mind scrambling for a nonconfrontational way to structure his words, “..simply.. see you as to.. human..” Now the being in the chair turned into view presenting a face, humanoid in shape, but reptilian in character. Out of a straight combed head of hair slipped two curving horns almost beautiful for the way they traced the line of his powerful neck. “..looking, sir, human-looking is what I meant to say.” The goblin slouched back a pace adjusting his thick frames, the mark of his professionalism.
The dragon smiled showing rows of dagger shaped pearls anything but human. “Really, Norbet, I do think you worry too much about such..” the word slithered out, “superficialities.” He returned his attention to his broad stone desk and the scrolls stacked upon it. “After all vampires look far more human than I and they've proved nearly as successful in politics as Dragonkind.”
“But sir, I, er I mean, the public feels that vampires have no choice in the matter. Its not as if any monster would volunteer themselves as a host.”
The mayor laughed, “not many.”
“The voters know that you can shapeshift and so they ask themselves why you've chosen such a... humanoid form.”
“That's my business.” The fiery eyes traced through the wording of a report from the east. Hellhounds sighted in Verger Province, only one hundred miles from Gleech. He so hated when actual problems interfered with the true purpose of power. “Kradurn,” he called to one of the burly hobgoblin guards whose purpose was more symbolic than any. The large humanoid straightened with a metallic rattle, a threatening column of iron spikes in his goblin armor. A gauntleted fist collided with his chest before he asked, “yes, my Lord Mayor.”
The dragon smiled pleasantly, “please see that watch Captain Maldoroth comes to see me, at his convenience, of course.”
Another loud salute, “as you wish, sir.”
After he left, Norbert snuck close once more for a second attempt. “I really wish you'd consider polymorphing into something more.. goblinoid, even if only for a public appearance... Here I even brought some pictures I thought might be to your liking.” The little goblin fumbled at some sketches of his species in various noble poses, their prominent warts and yellow green skin portraying the ideal of goblin beauty.
The dragon did not turn, did not acknowledge the pictures, instead he let them slide from his desk and scatter across the floor. “If anyone considers me human let them come and dine with me. Now,” the firmness of his voice could only mean an order would come next, “I have a more important task for you. I want you to do an opinion poll on the Nine Crowns. If things keep going the way they are the council may soon consider hostilities. Before they do I need to know where the voters stand on the issue of demonic expansion... and Norbet, make it an accurate poll, use illithids if you have to, whatever it takes. I need to know what the voters think, and Norbet,..” He turned and let his eyes meet the goblin's. There in the Wyrm Scynarian's burning irises Norbet saw an intelligence without emotion or pity. A mind that had much more in common with the raw elements than anything living, “... don't fail me, or I might expand my palate beyond human virgins.”
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Kradurn strode through the streets with all the courtesy of an armored ox. The seal of the mayors office, etched upon his breastplate knocked pedestrians out of the way as sure as the flat side of his battle ax would have. Around him the Marrows sprawled out in an array of tents, shantees and improvised stages. Everywhere flesh was on display, both alive and dead. That was all there was to be bought in the Marrows and it was never lacking in customers. On Kradurn's right two troglodytes bartered over the price of a leg of dwarf. The hobgoblin pinched his nose as he passed their conversation. He could nearly see the noxious fumes pouring off their green scaly skin. On his left a toothy little scamp of a goblin paraded a pack of brawny humans around for the lusting gaze of a crowd of building contractors.
“Pixie pie! Get your pixie pie. Hey there good sir, can't do the work of the city without a full belly.” The goblin vendor thrust the pie under his nose. Its crusty surface undulated with the movement of trapped fairies beneath. “Yes I Can.” The hobgoblin's response was so gruff, the cook literally leapt back into his stand, knocking over a cage full of sprites in the process. Kurdan only heard the ensuing chaos. He had no time to eat or even round up escaped fairies. He knew from experience that Lord Scynarian always meant the opposite of what he said. If the mayor appeared unconcerned about contacting the Captain then the matter was of grave importance.
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“Do you like your new accomodations?”
The vampire just snarled in reply. Captain Maldoroth, smiled like only a bugbear could. You might have been able to impale an apple on each of his protruding fangs, if you had wanted to loose a hand that is. The goblin guard stepped back from the door and let the Captains shaggy bulk fill its opening. “If you want to get out of here I'm going to need to know who your sire is. Can't have undead multiplying in city, not without a license that is.” The creature crept into the corner edging herself up against the bars. She looked every bit like a feral cat cornered in an alley. “Suit yourself, only don't even think of trying any of your little tricks.” Maldoroth stepped back over the miniature moat which ran all around the cell's perimeter. Brackish water flowed along through the grimy trough powered by a small turbine connected via gears to the cage of a very tired looking fairy. “Got a goblin engineer to design the thing. Never once had a vamp been able to get out. Its the running water, ya see.... Well think about talking, after all its your Master who broke the law, not you.”
Before he left, the Captain's eyes fell to the brownie who was panting at the tiny treadmill that powered the turbine, “Make sure you feed that thing.” “Yes sir,” the jailer's armor rattled in salute.
When Maldoroth came out of the cell he found sergeant Wyck and a hobgoblin from the Mayor's Guard waiting for him. “Wyck,” he said to the snake-eyed kobold, “if the vamp doesn't crack by tomorrow, go to work on her. We need to know who's breeding unlicensed undead in the city.”
“But she's undead now, not human, doesn't that means she's protected by civil code.”
“Only sentient undead are, and she hasn't spoken a word yet.”
Wyck smiled, “I have a silver dagger that will be perfect for the job sir.”
The Captain wasn't listening he'd already shifted his bulk toward his equally bulky guest, “what can I do for the Lord Mayor today,” he asked graciously.
“His Honor would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience.” Kradurn stressed the words heavily, the farthest extent of subtlety for a hobgoblin.
“Very well,” said Maldoroth, taking the hint. “Sergeant you have the post.”
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“Why Captain Maldoroth, what a pleasure.” Scynarian grinned as if he never thought to see the Watch Captain so soon. Maldoroth smiled weakly, “what is it sir?”
“Straight to business, that's what I like about you bugbears.” Scynarian sent his scribe scurrying off with an elegant wave of a clawed hand and dismissed the guards by a similar gesture. Only when they were alone did he speak once more. “It is possible, though still unlikely that the Nine Crowns are expanding again. Hell hounds have been sighted within the region.” Maldoroth remained resolute waiting for the mayor to finish. “I wish to avoid any... incidents, as such I need you to limit all civilian traffic in the western region. We also need to manufacture a reason. I do not want to incite full scale panic.”
“...Some rebel humans operate out of the forests west of here. They're not much of a threat but we could use them as an excuse.”
Scynarian grinned, “have you ever thought about politics, Captain?”
“No sir.”
“Well you should.” He mulled something over for a moment in his centuries old mind. “Yes I do like that idea of yours. Monsters are always ready to blame man for all their woes. Get warnings posted, set a fine for violation and... there is one more thing.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“A public works project has been started in that area.”
“The aquaduct.”
“Oh so you know about it.”
“Hard to miss a dozen mindflayers and an army of slaves.”
“Yes, well I would like to retain the contract with the illithid thrall-herds, so make sure they are given expedient warning regarding the danger. In fact I'll make out a letter to be given directly to their foreman, its unlikely some manufactured rumor involving escaped humans will do much to scare the mind flayers.”
The Captain nodded, he'd seen enough of the things, with their putrid purple skin and bottomless eyes, to wonder if anything would scare them.
Posted on 2010-04-12 at 04:27:52.
Edited on 2010-04-12 at 14:32:57 by madscirat
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Progress
Alright its getting late and I haven't gotten as far as I would have liked. However I have written enough for those people playing characters from the present day to begin to post. I will put up what I have done in the IC and open it up for the Heroes of Old to post in my next entry.
Also I am sending out points now and will also be giving everyone a CL (character level). This will be used so that u dont have to ask me everytime whether you think you can post on something. For example the rule will be, in order to post the result of a contested action against an NPC, the NPC must be half your level or less. If there are multiple NPCs add one to the CL for each additional. In some cases I may also give static challenges like locks, obstacles, and traps CL. In these cases it will work the same way.
Example: Burglecut the halfling (CL 12) spies two orcs (CL4). Since (4+1)<(12/2), Burglecut's player can post both the action and result should the halfling choose to attack, pickpocket, etc.
Posted on 2010-04-12 at 03:48:25.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Current and New Players
I am changing the posting requirement from twice a week to once a week and the max from once a day to 3 times a week. I think this is more realistic considering the speed at which we have progressed so far.
Posted on 2010-04-10 at 02:28:17.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: New Players
If anyone wants to join at this point they must play as either a monster or a humanoid of the present world. I will take new additions after we have started IC but only up until 7.
Posted on 2010-04-10 at 02:25:23.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Game On!
All CS's have been recieved and ratified. I will send each of you your hero/fate points secretly. Remember spending these is the only way you can write the result of any action you take who's results are questionable (this will vary btwn/ characters). If u have any questions about when and how to spend them just ask.
Our character count is two heroes of the old world, one monster, and one halfbreed with a foot in either world. In order to balance things a bit I will play an NPC character who is a human slave. Here is his sheet.
Role(Protagonist or Hero): Protagonist
Name: 6235871000
Species: Human
Nation: None
Faction: None
Description: 6235871000 stares at everything with blank eyes, unfeeling, unseeing. The mindflayers destroyed what amounted to his consciousness long ago. Around his vacant eyes is a middle aged face, aged before its time. His body is taught and strong, bred for physical labor, but his skin is pale due to a lifetime spent underground.
Background: 6235871000 does not know his mother or his father, he only knows the Voice, the Voice of his Thrall Herd. The Voice was there during his earliest memories; it is still there now. In his early life, he was used as a construction slave. His cerebrum was imprinted with such knowledge of architecture as the thrall herds deemed useful and he spent his time building aqueducts to carry water through the Underdark. When the Ilithid discovered his mind had a great capacity to absorb technicalities they gave him more knowledge and set him to manage his fellow thralls, but there was always the Voice and he was never free. Only a slave giving orders to slaves.
Recently 6235871000's master earned a contract to build a new aquaduct for the city of Gleech intended to bring in water to quench the thirst of an ever expanding population.
Equipment: Stone Mason's tools. 623358700 needs no abbacus or other cognitive aid since his mind has been conditioned to literally build structures down to the measurement of every angle and the magnitude of every static force in his own brain.
Property: None
Abilities: 6235871000 is a human calculator able to add huge sums in his head in an instant. He also has a perfect visual imagination able to hold a detailed image in place permanently. The knowledge of much of the fields of physics, geometry, trigonometry, construction and architecture is implanted in his brain like instincts are in ours.
Motivation: 63236871000 has never known personal motivation. He knows only that he must obey the voice and that refusal means pain.
Posted on 2010-04-10 at 00:55:35.
Edited on 2010-04-10 at 02:21:58 by madscirat
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Power levels
Thats fine. The heroes of old need to be powerful, the entire world is the dungeon after all. Just remember that items can be lost/destroyed/stolen etc. Considering artifacts of the power you have will be extraordinarily rare in the present the later is a very real possibility especially if you get flashy with that flaming, righteous, vorpal sword of castration 
Posted on 2010-04-09 at 02:00:57.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Magic cont.
Ah ok I reread your CS and realized there wasn't much there on the specifics of her magic. My mistake. Just PM a bit about what types of spells she uses or some theme on her magic. Although sorcerers can be generalists in pen/paper bc/ everything's set in stone, I think its unbalanced for them to be so in this type of game especially since I won't be expecting them to use spell components and such.
Posted on 2010-04-08 at 01:43:46.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Magic
Only spell like abilities which are innate must be dealt with specifically. However there should be some theme, limitation, and general description of your magical knowledge or skill.
Questions that should be answered
1)the type of magic you have focused on (and if you're a generalist make sure you add in some limitation such as the neccessity of libraries, study time for memorization, etc)
2)how you perform your magic, implements, components, etc. Im not taking the DD line that there is only one way to do magic, but please be balanced. Sorcerers who can snap their fingers and make spells should not be generalists, but should have a strong theme to their magic related to the character which limits their power.
3)if your magic is a source such as a God, magical lineage, or arcane tatoos. You need to describe that source and any limitations it imposes on your character
Also consider lore and spellcraft a separate ability from magic. Sorcerers don't need to know much about ancient languages, magical relics, or even the substantive nature of magic. Whereas wizards will generally have more knowledge about such matters.
Posted on 2010-04-07 at 18:25:58.
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