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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: done.
With an arm draped in brown cloth, the half-elf monk wiped his brow of the slight covering of dust that it had acquired in the journey during the hours that had preceded this moment. Vilyamar stood in an open market in El Jalnine, a little ways from the inn where the party had decided to bunk for the duration of their stay in the city. Though his eyes sought something else, it was not long before he caught the familiar sight of a dark hood towering above the average turban.
The monk began to weave through the crowd, nimbly sidestepping a strange ensemble that seemed to be a carrying a covered chair followed by a man leading a laden beast. Vilyamar’s head turned back around just in time to not run headlong into the short form of Elandor Underhood.
Before Vilyamar could greet the kender, Underhood’s tongue began to wag, explaining, in flourished detail, how he and Scourge had secured work already in the form of investigating a ruins located not far from the city proper. The monk attempted to follow the kender as best as he could, though in the end he was simply smiling and nodding at the little man.
“Alright, then. It seems that you may require assistance,” said Vilyamar when the kinder had finished. He glanced up at Scourge and Orion who seemed to nod slightly. “You have my skills at your side this night, then,” said the monk. “But first we must visit the inn.”
It wasn’t long before the trio found themselves back at the inn. Vilyamar was quick to leave a message for the others with the tavernmaster before checking his own bags for the things that he would need on their excursion.
It wasn’t long before the trio, not including Orion, was on their way. Vilyamar and Scourge rode the two horses that were given to them by the guardsmen. Elandor had hopped up in front of Vilyamar, though the monk was unsure why he decided to ride there. It was more cumbersome than anything else, but perhaps he just liked to see where he was going.
Avis rode well, her lean muscles flowing smoothly as she stepped across the desert sands. The monk knew somewhat of how to handle a horse, though he often preferred his own two feet when he could. It wasn’t a terribly long ride to the outskirts of the Ruins of Kal Ajin. Vil could see now, with the close proximity, why the officials of El Jalnine would like it cleared of its demons.
Vilyamar pulled up on the reigns as a wall came into sight. His eyes were moderately better in the darkness than those of his companions, or so he assumed, unless Scourge had called upon some arcane might to aid him. It was rough and worn, though definitely erected by the hands of humans. Thorny, leafless vines etched themselves across the face of the wall. The group glanced upwards at a ruffle of feathers and a “whoo” from an owl perched upon the stone wall.
Elandor made his gestures and greetings to the “guardian” of Kal Ajin. While Vilyamar quirked an eyebrow in the darkness he said nothing until Elandor turned to them.
“I say we sneak around the ruins first. I will go first, since I am smaller and a shadow friend.” He looked at Vilyamar. “Perhaps you can find a higher ground for a better overview of the building. And Scourge, perhaps Orion can fly over the ruins while you cast one of your incredible spells? We should meet up in about fifteen minutes at this location. How does that sound?”
Scourge nodded and Orion spoke, "I shall take to the wing and see what surprises may lay beyond."
The winged one took flight while Vilyamar gently dismounted, patting the withers and nose of Avis. He led the mare gently back to Scourge, handing the reins to the half-orc while talking softly to the mare.
The half-elf nodded as well, agreeing.
“I shall take the high road. Return safely, young Elandor. We should stay together once we enter the ruins formal.”
(Vilyamar will try to find high ground, if he cannot find any quickly he will try to scale the wall to get a good view of the ruins)
Posted on 2007-06-17 at 19:18:17.
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Topic: bragging on my child...
Subject: I prefer swimming
Racing or Water Polo (arguably rougher than rugby considering you are treading water and you can't breathe water).
lol I may be canadian but I can skate nominally well, and never really played hockey or curling, though both are cool to watch.
Baseball = too much stats, not enough action for me to watch.
Posted on 2007-06-13 at 19:49:07.
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Topic: bragging on my child...
Subject: Thats awesome!
Sweet, O. Thats cool. I wish I could play baseball to any decent degree.
Posted on 2007-06-13 at 18:28:35.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: SM3
You would have to make like...500 movies to satisfy everyone because of all the subplots, characters and crap Spider-man and Peter Parker both go through. You could make a TV Show that lasted 10 seasons w/o fail if technology wouldn't boot it.
Posted on 2007-05-25 at 04:32:04.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Post INC
“Well done, young one,” murmured the monk as Elandor lead the others back from the small community of humans. Not only was Elandor successful in retrieving the two required livestock for the sacrifice, he had brought two more, apparently a bull and cow.
Though this seemed to surprise their lizard-folk guards, or at least as much as they could seem to be surprised, they let little show through before turning the group back towards the lizard-folk community. Vilyamar did not feel especially strong towards the optimistic point of view that Elandor held for relations between the humans and their current hosts. While the kinder seemed exceptionally insightful in a solution that may end completely in peace, the monk did not sense any wish within their hosts to remedy their situation. They believed that the Dragon Eel would protect their waters and as such protect their village. The status quo satisfied.
Upon their return, Vilyamar noticed that those around them had a remarkably more relaxed manner about them. The lizard-folk seemed to tense before at the sight of strangers. Now they were nearly accepted. He could almost feel the racial barrier that was innately set between them, just as was between him and nearly everyone else, yet he was surprised by the quick acceptance they had gained. They were treated to a feast that included freshly stewed meat that was most likely belonging to one or both of the cattle that Elandor had brought back “extra”.
With their debt paid, the group spent the remainder of the evening comfortably. Come dawn, the lizard-folk provided the party members with an ample amount of rations and filled waterskins. They departed on a relatively small raft formed of reeds and bound with dried fibres. Sturdy, yet somehow it felt ominous. Vilyamar watched the edge carefully, seeing how far the raft sunk as each member boarded, but it held.
The trip down the stream and river were uneventful. The monk took his turn steering the craft as was needed and spent the rest of the time watching the banks. Nothing special passed by in the wall of green trees and the scaled reptiles that slid into the river did not seem threatening towards such a large group. It wasn’t like they were riding along in barkskin canoes, threatening to tear at the slightest whim of the river.
Soon, however, the small river widened, becoming what could only be the Siris. It was not only to his surprise that the tall spires of El Jalnine rose above the horizon as the burning sun slowly steeped beneath the western ridge. Long shadows fell from anything standing in the red light. Even at this time, crowds could be heard and seen past the pier.
The party disembarked their small vessel, mooring it at a small lower dock beside on of the larger piers. A pair of guards met them at the base of the staircase leading upwards towards the ground level above the stone waterways. The others immediately acquired the information they desired from this pair of guards while Vilyamar simply hung back. He had donned the light cloth garments that so many around the desert wore in the morning, wrapping the long piece of cloth over his head as Teros had shown him a few days earlier. He took the turban off now, rolling the cloth and placing it inside the small pack that carried his robes, cloak and a few other items. It was still too warm to don the cloak, but he almost did. The guards gave Scourge and Orion and Elandor the majority of their attention at the moment.
Soon they were on their separate ways after having decided that the tavern known as the Riversnakes Den would be their rendezvous point for later on that night. Vilyamar proceeded into the tavern and inn along with the others initially and he, too, purchased a map from Jhillian if a second was available. They would be separated at times and he would like to know how to get places on his own should the need arise. He thanked the tavern master and exited shortly after Scourge and Elandor. Those two went along on their way, while Vilyamar stood and stared up and down the bustling streets for a few moments, deciding what he would do. His gaze wandered towards sun, revered and respected in these lands. It was low, but would offer light for a little while yet.
The monk strolled down the Waters Edge, looking at all the different taverns and shops…and people. None truly caught his eye and he wasn’t exactly interested in anything in particular. He was simple in his ways and was really watching the people who were moving about their business quickly. Vilyamar kept a hand near his coin purse and another on the single strap of his pack that was on his left shoulder. He thought of anything he might need in the coming days and his mind thought of two things: a smith and a wizard. Both professions created many wondrous items and Vilyamar could think of a few things that may come in handy if they could be found.
((Will look for a smith then a Magician. If none can be found he will look on his map for a training grounds of sorts or a monastery for the physically spiritual. Sorry for being so slow. I will endeavor to keep up better in the future))
Posted on 2007-05-14 at 01:29:57.
Edited on 2007-05-14 at 03:47:19 by Vilyamar
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Topic: First one to post last wins
Subject: Can I win here too?
Is that how this works?
Posted on 2007-02-05 at 05:29:31.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Duh?
Low IQ and attractive. Though I'm not really that shallow, as it depends on how long its supposed to go on for.
Your local Morning Show Radio Host or T.V. Sports Caster?
Posted on 2007-02-05 at 05:27:59.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Bah Frenchies
Je ne comprende pas, mes amis!
Posted on 2007-02-05 at 05:24:54.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Posting time
There was little option to the aid thrown down by the boatmen as Vilyamar and the rest of the party struggled in the water towards them and more importantly, away from the dragon-eel. The rope was rough but sturdy and Vilyamar was able to shoulder the soaking and waterlogged pack before deftly climbing the rope.
Upon reaching the deck of the ship, he quickly realized that their captors, were certainly not human nor elven, but were in fact a race of humanoid lizards. They deftly moved about the ship in skilled manner and turned to aid the others who were left onto the deck as well. Marie was the last of party to climb the ropes.
As she was halfway up the hull, the dragon-eel surfaced once more and let out a mighty bellow. So terrifying that Marie froze, unable to do anything more than cling to the rope and quiver. The lizardfolk quickly moved to drag the rope back and pull the ranger onto the deck. As Marie was hauled up onto the deck by several scaled hands, the dragon-eel spoke once more.
“Thou wilt honor thy saviours. Double their offerings they hath done, on thous behalf. Thous debt, they shalt pay. Farewell…”
With that the creature submerged once more. Waves rocked against the hull of the ship that had saved the party, causing it to roll on the surface of the water. Only the distant sound of falling water echoed through the cave now. The lizardfolk turned to the dripping party.
One among them spoke to the party.
“een our water yew be. Hawyy? Shood note yew be een Kelzonian lands,” he said. For some reason, the monk assumed it was a male version of the race. Those sent to give or be sacrifices were generally expendable and males, at least within his experience and thoughts.
Vilyamar did not respond, but rather looked at Teros. These were closest to his lands and perhaps he knew something more than the others did. It was not his part to speak on behalf of the others. Teros stepped forward and spoke to the lizardfolk in what Vilyamar assumed was Ralnarian. The dialect and sounds were similar to that he had heard Teros speak before and with the same cadence. The lizardman responded in kind to Teros with a less-garbled version of Ralnarian. Perhaps it was easier for them or at least more comfortable to speak in that language than in common.
It did not matter to Vilyamar, for he could understand neither of those dialects in any case. His lands were to the east and north. It would be to his advantage to observe in this instance.
Rinrin, too, spoke speaking well and truthfully. Vilyamar nodded as she offered her services. There was a debt owed, and they would have to fulfill their duty in this instance before continuing with the quest given to them previously. Vilyamar silently thanked Erenall as he realized that this was a much preferable situation to battling the dragon-eel to certain doom.
A jerk caused them all to put out a foot to hold their balance as the boat jarred into the sand along the riverbank. Two lizardmen grabbed at the railing and dismantled the armored siding into a ramp that lead down onto the beach. Rinrin, meanwhile, had moved over to where Damien still lay. Putting out her hand, she said some soft words as a light blue glow surrounded her hand. The soft light seeped into the wounds on Damien’s leg and stuck there for a moment. The glow disappeared into the flesh of the bard, and he was able to walk again.
Once the bard was up and moving, the party disembarked with the lizardmen. Elandor was the first to respond to their request that the party assist with the gathering of the sacrifice. Though it was not something that Vilyamar would consent to on a daily basis, some things must be done in dire times.
It was a short walk to the entrance of the caves and upon exiting Vilyamar was among those who felt relief at the sight of the sun and open sky. Though he had grown to age near great forests and had resided in misty valleys where the sun often had to battle through thick fog to reach the ground, the underearth would never be a place that the monk would welcome for any lengthy period of time. The shelf on which the village had been constructed on was huge. It was larger than many of the largest buildings that the monk had ever seen.
It was not a far walk down to the second level and their guards did not hesitate to bring them to a larger, patterned hut. The apparent leader of the group that had brought them here entered the hut. It was also not long before he reemerged to speak to them.
“Gzluk’creq ssay hwe take yeu too gather ssacrifice now. It get dark an’ farmer’men put away cattle sooon.”
He paused a moment, studying the group. If he was not a reptile, he may have been grinning.
“hwe mast take two bullss fram zem. Yeu will help wiz raid.”
Walking by them, he started down the steps and towards the outside.
“Hwe go now.”
With little else to do, the monk readjusted the pack on his shoulders that carried the few things he owned and followed the lizardman down. At this point, he recalled the words that had been spoken earlier. It was not this race that cultivated the sacrifice, for the “farmer’men” had been referred to as well as taking bulls from them. Depending on how the creatures must be brought to the dragon-eel, the task could end up being very… messy…
Posted on 2007-01-23 at 22:11:24.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: LAst minute
((sorry had to work twice as long last night as I expected. The women's team won, making a story, also making me stay.))
Vilyamar's eyes shut tight for a second time as the dragon eel dove through the old wooden planks that comprised their simple craft. Wood splintered and cracked, pieces littering the surface of the water along with most of the party.
The monk used most of his concentration on two things. First of all it was to hold onto the Hilt given to him many months ago. Second he had tried to step back and at least get a hand onto his small backpack. It was secondary unless he managed to hold onto it as well as the hilt. Now would be the time to place the hilt into the pack that awaited it. Third was to stay within reach of the surface.
There was little he could do, for his skill in swimming was not at par with the difficulty of attempting to do battle with a dragon eel in its own domain. He was loathe to abandon his companions to this sultry fate, but there was little choice.
The closest route to shore lay across the path of an incomming ship. The half-elf spotted this as well, but could not, or perhaps chose not to, determine its occupants.
"I make for shore, there is little I can do here!" he called back to the others. With the hilt Vilyamar began to make his way as best he could towards the nearest shore and the approaching vessel.
((sorry its crappy. But its something. If they offer to pick me up, I will take it.))
Posted on 2007-01-14 at 17:48:50.
Edited on 2007-01-14 at 18:06:49 by Vilyamar
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: fish is caught on a
hook
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 13:55:09.
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Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: Neutral (faithless)
Perhaps those neutral in life and neutral in faith (or lacking thereof) would simply remain in the world of mortals as ghosts, as they are unresolved in where they are to continue on to. Being neutral, their souls have no one to claim them and no place to seek other than their mortal holdins, so they remain.
Until they become malicious or good or some other type of alignment and are either claimed by a deity or destroyed.
Which comes to the question: can souls appear as undead (ghosts)? or are they simply a part of the soul that can appear to mortals (just as physical bodies are the "physical" part that souls are attached to)?
When a non-physical entity (undead) is destroyed is the soul destroyed as well? or is it simply released with no way to return to the mortal plane of existence without special magic?
If souls cannot be destroyed this would present a problem with the souls of evil beings under sway of evil gods unless once their non-physical incarnation (apparition/ghost/etc.) has been destroyed it is beyond the gods to bring them back in a form that can interact with mortals in a meaningful, harmful or otherwise, way.
The reincarnation aspect would be interesting, which leads to the identity of past-lives. This would be considered a "finite" soul count, in my terms anyways. There is only a finite amount of souls in the world, so that there can only be so many living + undead things at once. Once they die they are given a "rest" or perhaps are sent back immediately but they must grow again and have like a current memory only. Its like having RAM and ROM. Once they die the RAM is changed into the ROM and erased from the temporary files. Some people can access parts or all of the ROM in their soul and so have a very large amount of knowledge and experience available to them.
Just some ideas.
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 13:54:00.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: firefox
missing link to Town Generator in Armoury list in Mac and/or Firefox. TG page works, just have no link.
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 16:10:21.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: And...
I don't see smiley buttons when editing a post. I don't need them, but some people might want them. O.o
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 11:18:58.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Fixed
The above error is no longer present. Missing the textile "focus" animations for the menu bar in Firefox.
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 11:09:20.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: script bug on main page
Dunno if you've seen this.
Running Mac OSX V 10.4.7
Loads top part up until art pic on left side.
Then main section has error:
Fatal error: Call to undefined function: striplashes() in /home2/rdistaff/public_html/index.php on line 65
I can get you more info if you need it.
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 12:35:08.
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Topic: Plot twists most worthy of a dice shower?
Subject: Thak-co? what?
I've always said Thay-coe. Going by the english grammatical rule that it looked like an "o" not a "0" so emphasis was placed on the "a" and is pronounced long. Therefore it comes out as a diphthong "ay" rather than a raw vowel sound "ah".
Posted on 2006-11-10 at 11:30:39.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A little response
The monk, too, quirked an eyebrow at the gnome's response.
"What reason leads you to believe that evil lies beyond the wall? I would rather come to a conclusion that the wall is something to keep men out rather than something inside," said Vilyamar. "This land was destroyed in consequence of human error, not for the preservation of the realities."
"Nevertheless, let us decide quickly and move on."
Posted on 2006-11-07 at 16:06:58.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Finally a post.
The monk shook off the daze from the brilliant light quickly as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his left hand. A few moments later he was blinking away the tears that had formed and slowly felt the sense of sight return to what could be determined as close to normal. His sight, while not nearly as acute as that which blessed his cousins, was still sharper and more sensitive than the full-blooded humans within the this grouping. He opened his ears and used sound to place the others around him. Vilyamar could hear Damien yell in pain and leave the room as well as the others who shifted uncomfortably, trying to regain their own senses.
The monk was sure that moody bard was simply surprised rather than truly hurt by the bright light. Few beings could actually have been caused intense pain by light, even after being in such dim conditions for so long. If Damien had actually been hurt in any meaningful way, he would have had his own troubles before they had reached the underground sanctum of the gods.
Vil’s head turned and he followed the others out of the door, back into the hallway where Elandor was eagerly prodding Teros to shine the new light down the hole in the wall he had discovered earlier. As the spots receded from his vision Vilyamar took one last look into the room, making sure he would miss nothing important to their quest. It was still imperative that they succeed.
Teros came then and shone his pure light out into the darkness beyond the wall. Nothing but stalagmites and stalactites could be seen within a cavern beyond. The area was huge and the distinct smells of moisture hit Vilyamar’s nostrils. From what he observed, it was possible that something had come through the wall and into the temple’s ruins. For what purpose and to what end, he could not speculate, however, he had some thoughts as to why someone or something may wish to enter such a place.
“Nay, young Elandor. Now is not the time. Remember the words of the poem, for it is not hell that should come out to seek us, but us who will enter to seek hell,” said the monk somberly. “We may not have need of giving the stone warrior the shield of Vunalis and the light of Lavuria. It would be wise to continue down the path we have begun to tread rather than skip to another that may lead to a destination unknown and undesired.”
“Let us attempt to complete our task here, and gather what we need from beyond the mask of Hate. It would be wise for us to watch our backs from this point onwards…”
Posted on 2006-11-04 at 22:15:55.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Link
Page links are available already.
The tree is only at the top of the page, but it might get too cluttered with that at the bottom too. Just use the "home" key or "page up" on your key board to return to the top of the page.
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 09:19:59.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: No
Not Flamers: On Fire!
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 16:57:51.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: I do like the updates
Thanks O-baby.
The *new* message thingy is helpful.
Posted on 2006-09-28 at 15:03:27.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: alas...no
The monk watched forward down the empty tunnel as the others discussed their current dilemma. Mostly it was Teros and Elandor, however, and the small one had mentioned the other group of travelers who had offered to travel with them. However, the monk had not been present during the offer and the rest of the party had taken a disliking to them. It seemed slightly odd how they had welcomed the Scourge into their midst and yet when someone else of such...visage had approached them, they shrunk away in fear and prejudice.
Perhaps they were well grounded in their decision, perhaps not. It was a thing decided in the past, and now the consequences would be dealt with in the future.
"Do you forget our purpose of being here, young one? We, too, come to gather a treasure of the ancient past. Our intentions, as best known to ourselves, are noble in thought, but their intent..." Vilyamar said without turning.
"Their intent may never be known to us. Please, do not be so quick to judge others. You can never know all that has passed before them," he said solemnly, looking out into the hallway.
"Also, after what happened in our last instance in battle together, I suggest that we do not split ourselves into single pieces. I will travel behind you, within sight, so that you may signal back to me when things are alright. Not only will you have my aid should something arise you could not deal with on your own, but I am quick enough to gather the others without your needing to yell," the monk said, turning and kneeling to become at eye level with the kender. "Besides, you just said yourself, the other party may be around. Why would we wish to alert them of our presence here so they could come and take the one treasure we need?"
((Vil will follow behind Elandor at a distance, within sight range, so that he can signal back to him. Vil will run back and grab the party every hundred feet or so. He also hashes out hand signals with Elandor before going into the tunnel  ))
Posted on 2006-09-17 at 09:28:33.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Oy
"I think it may be wisest to leave the wisdom part of things up to you, Vilyamar. If that’s ok with you...”
The monk watched and said nothing while the young ranger smiled giddily at the fact that he had deduced something from the riddle at the base of the statue. She did not have to be so happy about the fact that this decision could leave them all dead.
"I make no decisions for others, young one," said Vilyamar. "We must all take our own paths in the end, and this is just a suggestion. To place the shield in the arms of the stone one may very well destroy us all, yet, to not place it there may concur the same effect. The riddle seems to point that there indeed be something else, another piece of the puzzle, just as the light shone from the cieling onto the shield to stop cold the machinations that nearly destroyed us."
Vilyamar walked calmly over to where Scourge stood, facing down the hallway, away from the others. "We all have wisdom in us, Marie Tanner. It should never be for one to decide the fate of many," he said looking back over his shoulder.
"The burden would be too great to bear..." he whispered...
Posted on 2006-09-14 at 10:07:21.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: To turn a stone unturned...
They came to rest upon the fork in the path, revisiting the site of the warrior in armor divine. The decision now facing the party was to continue on down the other side of the path or give up the shield to the stone warrior to see whether or not its power changes the state of the stone.
"I suppose the question now is do we insert the shield, and deal with whatever may come from it? Or... do we descend down the other path of mystery, that we may find yet more wonders or danger?" said Orion as Scourge moved to shine the light down the unexplored pathway.
Vilyamar moved back to the statue, kneeling and tracing a finger gently along the cryptic poem that had driven them in search of answers in the first place.
Ages are swept in sands of Time
Yet still I remain,
Eternal combat, do I wage with Hate
Vunalis! God of War!
Your protection I pray
Let the light of your wife
Come into your gift
And together you may drive my enemy away!
He repeated the poem softly to himself as the others talked and discussed.
...Your protection...
...light of your wife...
...my enemy...
Vilyamar stood and looked at the face of the stone warrior, then turned to look at the monstrous visage that adorned the other wall. His eyes glanced at the shield in Teros' grip and down the tunnel now partially illuminated by the Scourge's scythe.
"The tunnel. We must go down the tunnel," the monk said. "Only part of the riddle has been solved. We have found the protection of Vunalis: his shield. Unless we may summon the light of his wife without some relic, I fear that giving up the shield may perhaps start an event we are unprepared for."
"It seems that to drive away the enemy," said the monk, motioning at the bestial face across from the warrior. "We must combine the Light of Lavuria with the Shield of Vunalis..."
Posted on 2006-09-13 at 13:53:01.
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