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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Phasers set to kill!
Dusk grunted and crouched against his horse, holding stiff to the saddle as the freezing shards pelted the entire group. His dagger had struck and injured the werewolf but not enough to stop him. Willow rushed him on her horse and struck a glancing blow with one of her swords. It grazed the bastard creature's shoulder and left a small trickle of red. Just enough to sting, not enough of to really take him out of the fight, either.
The rest of the party attacked and Dusk easily ducked under the clumsy swing of a halberd. As he did he let his connection with the material world fade and the world blurred as if he had opened his eyes under water. Being as a ghost had it's benefits, such as not falling through his horse and into the ground. Instead, Dusk neatly rolled sideways to the ground, being just tangible without effort to land there and not fall through the world.
Or perhaps the earth was not the same earth as before. It felt solid enough but he had never pondered the thought before and wondered slightly why it came up now. Things had always happened the way they had always happened. Maybe it was this crack in the sky and these Linsempti that had come through it to kill and destroy them all that made him think this way. Maybe it was simply because one day not long ago he had changed. Maybe he had always wondered and had simply never really thought too hard about it.
Dusk's conscious mind snapped back to attention and he felt his eyes staring into the back of the wererat that had just swung a halberd past his saddle. It stopped where it was and looked around a bit but not behind it. Not to where Dusk had drawn his brilliantly edged swords. Not that the bandit could have seen the blurred weapon anyways. Or perhaps he could, but definitely not the hand the wielded it.
As Dusk's stroke fell, so did his tenuous hold on the ethereal realm and he felt the breeze against his cheek again. The sounds and screams of battle rushed back to his ears. He longed for the silence of ghosts.
(Ethereal -> 10-15ft move to behind the wererat + Draw Sacred and Ghost Touch shortswords -> Attack with GT
Round 2: If Rat not dead -> Full Attack vs. Rat. If Rat dead: -> Draw dagger 2 and throw vs open opponent. If no open opponent, move to attack next living wererat)
Posted on 2009-08-07 at 04:56:24.
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Topic: Simplicity (Game)
Subject: A thief who is not a Thief
Day 31, Growing Season, Capital Square
Crowds milled about the open air market as hawkers called out their wares. Coin became food or goods or service and guards patrolled in pairs along the cobbled street.
Thirty-two people became victims that afternoon. Four thieves worked the people and stalls of that crowded marketplace. Two of those thieves were led away by the King’s Guard. No doubt they would regret the second half of bread or the hard steel link’s of a practical noble’s coinpurse. Their tenure in the locks would be brief. The King had need of labour elsewhere in the country and used those so indebted to society as his mules.
The woman adorned in a well-polished breastplate marked with the Capital’s Guard’s turret over the left breast yawned and wiped the glistening sweat from her brow as an over-fed man tried to describe the two thieves who had stolen each a loaf of wheat bread, each of which held a noble’s fortune in gold in the centre if the man was to be taken literally.
“I tell you, Miss Ren,” said the man before taking a gulp of air. “I saw the young whipper as clear as day. You say you ain’t seen ‘im before at all?”
“No, Stuart,” Lise Ren replied. “I haven’t seen this youngster before. Must’ve come in off a caravan. Three just arrived in the last week. You should be pleased; we haven’t seen that much trade in many a year since the wars started out west.”
Stuart the baker nodded and glanced at his own, half empty, stall. Business had been going well since the caravan’s had resumed and even better since the fighting to the West and North had ceased. With a two-fingered wave above her shoulder, as was the customary “good luck” sign, Lise turned back into the crowd to find her partner, Theodore.
Before she even spotted him, however, a loud crack sounded, almost as if someone had lit one of those strange, exploding cans that showered sparks into the air. This time, however, she recognized the feel of magic and looked to the speaker’s platform in the centre of the square. An oval of bluish-white magic cut through the air and a young man in robes of light green stepped through it. The magic behind him remained as he unfurled a fresh scroll and spoke.
“A post from the Mage Guard to all willing volunteers:” he started, his voice filling the square. With his voice so enabled by magic, it sounded to Lise like the man was standing in front of her having a nice conversation. She didn’t know much about magic but assumed it was much harder to do that rather than simply increase his volume.
“The Mage Guard of the Western Giants seeks able-bodied and strong-willed folk of any age or occupation to take up the task of gathering much needed goods and materials for experimental procedures. Reward of gold and service shall be bestowed upon those successful in retrieving the items required,” he continued. “Any who wish to apply may travel to the Towers of Fire or Water no later than the Day of First Harvest.”
The young man rebound his scroll and scanned the crowd from his place in the corner of the square.
“Good luck,” he added before turning and stepping back through the gateway as it the outline of the oval began to become fuzzy and undefined. The edge of the gateway blurred until it seemed to twist and fall back on itself, collapsing with a second crack, this time like a whip.
Lise shook her head as the crowd murmured around her; rumours were already starting to feed off the sudden job posting. She found Theodore and the two began to make their way towards the western street entering the square. Her gaze locked with a young boy, his dirty blonde hair tousled and a small glisten of sweat on his brow. His clothes were dirty and rough: the markings of a street rat. He smiled at her and took a bite of a fresh half of a loaf as he slipped back into the shadows of an alley.
A smile crept over Lise’s face and she saluted her replacement before walking the few blocks back to the guard station. She didn’t see the boy’s shape shiver and melt away into that of an elderly gentlemen in a scholar’s robe cut of a deep purple. She also didn’t see him hitch a ride on the first caravan out the South gates, on their way towards the Mage Guard tower of Fire.
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Posted on 2009-08-05 at 19:24:39.
Edited on 2009-08-05 at 19:46:59 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: DM
Need that info from you!
Posted on 2009-07-31 at 22:01:08.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Not sick anymore
Sorry for the absenteeism. Was sick the past few days.
Back on track and only a week late! Woo. Ok stuff is going up. Posting will be available as soon as I get the first four ready to go.
Brianna and Dragon Mistress: Don't worry, you are still in this but since you chose the hard route you will be coming in soon after the human party members begin.
Posted on 2009-07-31 at 04:54:08.
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Topic: Simplicity (Game)
Subject: Simplicity (Game)
Welcome to Simplicity! Posting will be made available as soon as all the introductions are completed. Apologies for the delay, but being ill made my head spin.
Disclaimer: Some scenes depicted within the following text may contain material inappropriate for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Twenty years have passed since the treaties and accords were signed. After two generations of war and starvation, prosperity has begun to bloom in fields sown of hatred and blood.
Krissily still actively patrols their new southern border though the Rigenduns have long since abandoned any sanctioned raids across the border in an effort to cool political heads everywhere and promote the new, floundering trade.
The refugees from the north of Rigendun fleeing to their native Krissily have slowed to a trickle, although those who find the oppression of their heritage too great to bear. The lawlessness along the North Rheine has created a dangerous tract of land for all travelers and residents.
The least changed border lies to the east, along the Giant Sons. Lumbarskers have returned to traveling the safe and well patrolled Lower Pass since the end of Rigendun’s Northern campaign. Gossip and news of the western nation’s victories travels along the path of inns and couriers almost as easily as the tales of new disturbances detected during the Mage Patrols.
It is this news that caused listeners’ ears to open and coins to flow over the taps as bards retold the stories of yesteryear and how the ancient (at least by human standards) Curses were laid down to prevent mortals from ever pillaging the Elven and Dwarven cities of old.
They would tell the gullible crowds that reeked of the day’s sweat and the night’s drink that the elder races had cursed their cities with old magic and demonic creatures, the bards would weave the stories ever greater, until naught but myth remained. Any who would attempt to claim what was not rightfully theirs would be struck down by famine or disease or destruction.
But at the same time they, the Elves whose magic overshadowed all of humanity and the Dwarves who craftsmanship and faith had been unrivaled by any other, had been merciful, for they had confined their Curses within their city limits and to their outlying posts; the humans, gnomes and halflings innocent of crimes of plunder and desecration spared. For over 300 years, the boundaries of the Curses had held steady.
Until now.
The tales held a message as well, a call for brave soldiers to foray into the Cursed Lands seeking materials and samples for the Mage Guard’s studies. The Guard remained vigilant in their four Towers of the Elements since the elder races had retreated beyond the Giants and now, more so than ever before, they watched and they waited.
With the challenge of facing new dangers, adventure and wealth, several brave men and women gathered at each of the four Towers. Each was given their task: venture forth and retrieve so much of some mineral or earth or water from various regions.
Unbeknownst to one another, a second group was set after each to ensure the retrieval of the samples deemed critical to the investigation of these changes.
No one returned…
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Growing Season, Day 34, Haver's Hill, Central Lumbarsk
The night was warm as Cathoy Lyons entered the Lion's Head inn. The growing season was in full swing and many farmers of the mid east had time to spare from watching their fields grow and prosper.
A new gnomish invention had allowed those with the right coin or connections to plant twice as much land last year and this year many farmers had finally cleared enough to plant at least that much. So much of a surplus crop was expected that many farmers found a good celebration was in order and had started as soon as the last seed was in the ground. This day happened to have been three days prior.
So the ale was flowing and some group had even had the gall to request one of the Capital's bottles of fine wheat whiskey. Cathoy sat at a stool before the bar and traded five copper pieces for a tall glass of foaming ale that was likely worth three.
However, such were the times and twenty minutes and ten copper pieces later, the young man had learned much from the pair of farmhands who looked like they had barely enough summers under their belts to shave more than peach fuzz.
Apparently, only four days ago, a messenger from the nearest mage tower, Fire, had reached the town crying for brave adventurers to fulfill a task filled with danger and vast rewards. Two of their friends, both older, had gone while these two had 'unfairly' been detained by family by way of guilt and responsibility.
They, of course, thought this a terrible and gross indiscretion and had resolved to get thoroughly drunk in retaliation. Sufficiently supplied with more ale than they had probably ever had in their lives, they happily talked Cathoy to a bore about their lives and soon he found nothing else of interest in the boys.
After hearing about the exciting job opportunity, Lyons drained the last drops from his glass and left the two flushing teens as they hurried to match their new pal's pace.
Lyons left the inn soon afterwards and the small farming town entirely, beginning his own trek towards the tower of Fire...
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Posted on 2009-07-31 at 04:40:05.
Edited on 2009-07-31 at 04:51:07 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Sorry Folks
Supremely bad timing on illnesses part. I've been out of commission last night and today and probably tomorrow if I still feel the same in a few hours.
Just haven't had the head to finish this up and I don't want to start you guys until I'm in the shape to follow it. I promise we'll go as soon as I've started to feel better.
Thanks.
Posted on 2009-07-29 at 06:21:05.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Sorry
I was away yesterday and the plan had surfaced recently. Things are in progress, simply one day behind.
Posted on 2009-07-26 at 23:50:11.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Easy question:
Simplicity!
Posted on 2009-07-24 at 04:37:48.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Introductions
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:24:20.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: History, Culture and other Information
Relevant cultural information you may know or need to know.
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:23:34.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Character 6
C6
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:22:53.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Character 5
C5
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:22:43.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Character 4
C4
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:22:28.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Character 3
C3
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:22:19.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Character 2
C2
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:21:58.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Character 1
C1
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:21:48.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Party Information
Player Characters:
Cathoy Lyons, Swashbuckler
Natasha "Tasso" Rilm, Beguiler and Mindbender
Alexander Aztek, Fighter and Rogue
Dragomir Dysme, Spellthief
Maren ..., Bard and Fighter
Ariel Elendara, Sorceress and Favoured Soul
Shared Resources:
Money
(None)
Magic
(None)
Supplies
(None)
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 23:21:31.
Edited on 2009-07-23 at 23:29:21 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: Simplicity Q&A
This thread will contain all the information required by the players and DM for the Simplicity Game.
The game is scheduled to start July 25, 2009.
Stay Tuned!
Posted on 2009-07-23 at 18:51:41.
Edited on 2009-07-23 at 23:30:52 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: A post
Dusk rode easily along with the rest of the party as they left the city. They spoke little and Dusk eventually withdrew into his mind and let his horse walk along beside the others without much thought for their surroundings.
His mind wandered between topics, touching on what might be happening in other cities that were farther from Mount Venerro. How would those politicians be handling this sort of disaster? Did they even know it was happening?
They would know; mages with the power to send a message across the world with but a wave of their hand would see to that. What they would do, however, was another question entirely.
Dusk's thoughts did not wander to lovers or friends, for not many remained alive when he had last heard of them and those he had known were alive had likely passed on since then. He did find himself thinking about the young tigress that he had left outside of the city not much more than four days prior.
Probably surviving, he thought. Just as she had done before I'd ever heard of her.
It felt odd to think that way. Mortal creatures, at least more mortal than him, had seldom stirred his heart, especially of late when it seemed the world had hardened his soul. Yet, in its own way, the feeling of concern was welcoming. It felt good that a common enemy bore down on the world in such a way that he would be able to feel something towards another creature without fearing that they would turn on him, or vice versa.
Mitsuru had been mentioning to some of the others that their path would not take them close to the boundary where the Linsempti would be able to track or witness their travels. Truly, though, such a foe would be trying to use magic to discern all forces mobilizing against them. At least, that was what Dusk would do.
They would also pass through a small village that lay outside the city to provide for the farmers who lived off the land. Dusk's feelings of concern for the tigress quickly vanished as he spotted a thin haze of smoke coming from the road up ahead. His heart hardened and he felt his soul retract behind the barriers he had long perfected against death, destruction and the horrors of mortal existence.
Several thin plumes of smoke rose from the smoldering remains of some buildings. Dusk's elf eyes could discern humanoid shapes in the rubble, though not enough detail remained to discern the race or even sex of the unfortunate dead. Most buildings were no more than ash and rubble, though a few walls barely stood among the ruins.
Even among the dead, however, all was not still.
Dusk narrowed his eyes as a large humanoid rat stood in the centre of the main road through town. It saw them approach and snickered to itself before calling in a shrill whistle. A rustle belied movement in a circle around the party and the group found themselves surrounded by wererats, all of whom were armed.
From a stained tent near the centre of the ruined town emerged a great wolf's head and then what appeared to be its body. Until it stood, revealing plainly what its fiery red eye had strongly hinted at.
"This is our turf, and if you wish to pass, you'll need to pay the toll," He says, his voice rough and coarse coming from a form more suited for growling and howling than talking. "So... your things or your lives... what will it be?"
Dusk backed his horse from a prodding pike and stared at the creature with the intensity that only an elf can muster.
"We should kill them," he said in a low voice that would not travel far, after he drew up the grey hood of his traveling cloak. "We can spare the time and it will be good to whet our blades upon flesh that exists totally in our world. Retain a sense of victory before despair pushes us beyond our sanity."
(Dusk attempts to draw a dagger without notice = Sleight of Hand +10)
Posted on 2009-07-21 at 05:23:58.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Had one started
Lost a post i had started but I lost it. I'm going to finish it now. Moving put everything on hold and I kept on forgetting. Also its hard to make a first post with this character without taking (or trying to take) a leadership role. He's more of a reactive character in my mind, but I'll make it work.
Posted on 2009-07-21 at 04:24:45.
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Topic: entry questions
Subject: Book Recommendations
And if you are playing here (or your Tabletop DM will allow it/has it), often the best resource for spells in 3.5 is called the Spell Compendium. That book contains all the spells that are in the various supplements throughout the 3.5 era. It has a lot of interesting spells and doubles the amount immediately available in the PHB.
Your first purchase in any edition should be the Player's Handbook, though.
Posted on 2009-07-18 at 17:09:33.
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Topic: Moving day
Subject: Moving day
Moving to Chicago for 7 weeks tomorrow morning.
I'll be out of the loop for a few days while I set up and get acquainted with everything!
Peace.
Posted on 2009-07-13 at 05:01:34.
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: I am
I sense a new title under my name...
Posted on 2009-07-12 at 06:13:29.
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Topic: 9
Subject: Cool
I like the Coheed and Cambria soundtrack to that trailer. Looks like a neat movie.
EDIT: Crispin Glover, oh how ambiguously invisible you are. He completes movies by filling holes you didn't even know were there.
Posted on 2009-06-30 at 20:41:16.
Edited on 2009-06-30 at 20:42:07 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Weee
Yay!
Posted on 2009-06-26 at 13:39:43.
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