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Topic: Chat?
Subject: Wledfas
There shall be no smoke bombing the chat.
It angers Fred the void monster.
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 01:10:32.
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Topic: Chat?
Subject: Loving it
8+ members in chat...INCLUDING OUR BENEVOLENT WEBMASTER.
I'd say chat is alive and kicking again.
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 22:03:33.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: Me
Have made post.
It good.
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 20:26:58.
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: SMASH SMASH SMASH
Grugg did love to smash. And to eat. But now was smash time. Grugg had not loved Rismarg, but Rismarg being dead was an excellent excuse to smash. Grugg really never needed an excuse. Grugg would just smash anyway. This time though, people would not be mad when Grugg smashed. Grugg never thought about that anyway, so it was virtually a moot point.
Grugg ran up the hill, easily surpassing the speed of the other orcs. The dragon-piss pinky sent a pair of lights over his head into the ogre, something that surprised Grugg (although really, everything surprised Grugg, he wasn't too bright). Obviously lights were meant to point Grugg toward smash target. Grugg could see smash target. Grugg could see him good. Light-shooter must not be brained Grugg thought. Maybe he should wait for the ogre to smash the human so he could eat him. Or maybe he should smash ogre then human. Grugg wasn't sure.
Grugg built up more speed and jumped (Grugg loved to jump) straight toward the orge, club held behind his head. Giving a mighty roar of something that sounded remarkably like the common word "OCEANIC!" (although it was impossible for Grugg to have known that word) with his loincloth flowing behind him (much to the concern of the others no doubt) he brought his club to bear on the tall man's head. It went smash.
No sooner did the ogre go smash did one of the orcs go Schitck and fall, a spear lodged in his stomach. Grugg immediately saw his new chance to smash. The useless light thrower took a moment to make things cold, which Grugg did not love. He would have to smash him. The other orc stood beside him, looking at him much in the same way as Grugg looked at his pet rock, like a living god. Grugg loved that. Grugg would not smash him yet.
Grugg turned to the new ogre, his blood still burning and rage still mounting. He pointed at it, his club held aloft in his other hand.
No one quite understood what he had said before he rushed off to smash, but sounded damn close to "CONCRETE!".
(OOC: Smash some more I guess).
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 20:17:16.
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Topic: Chat?
Subject: Come now people!
Chat is hustlin' and bustlin' again. There are people in it. They be a chatting.
Should you see people in chat...JOIN IN AND CHAT!
Chatting, it`s the best thing.
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 17:10:15.
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Topic: Groovy Juicy Gamesessions!!!!
Subject: Two things
A) Holy Thread Necromancy Batman!
B) You named your city Everburn...and it exploded in a massive ball of flame...hmm.
Agreed, to hell with the rules, that's too awesome.
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 01:23:42.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: Oh bugger
Come on you lot, be eaten!
Then I can join in!
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 21:22:56.
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Topic: In Case You Were Wondering
Subject: In Case You Were Wondering
My buddy Returner wanted me to mention that he is unable to reach the Inn for a while as he is trapped in an amish-esque house with no internet connection.
Thus, if you were looking for him, that is why you cannot find him.
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 20:41:09.
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Topic: The 1000 Posters Club
Subject: Hehe
Grugg IS the 4000+ Club.
Welcome to the over 1000s! I think there's only...11 or maybe 12. 
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 17:06:36.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Goodo good
Good post Vil, and I must say. You do think the most of all my players so fair.
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 13:08:48.
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Topic: It's fun to pun... Addy's speech
Subject: Ah
That explains it all then.
Congrats mate!
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 11:02:37.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: WIN!
Grugg win. Post this weekend.
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 11:01:23.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Havent been here i na bit
You get the Grugg.
I wish I had some shiny red shoes.
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 01:17:24.
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Topic: Writer's Blood (Poem)
Subject: Well then
*snaps his fingers in appreciation*
Groovy man...
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 00:54:16.
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Topic: Petnames
Subject: Haha
THE DANCING BEAR HAS SPOKEN!
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 23:36:44.
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Topic: Things to do in a Asda/Wal-Mart
Subject: Uh
Eww?
Eww eww eww.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
Just thought it needed to be said.
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 23:24:11.
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Topic: GASP! Is that Eol?
Subject: GASP!
MOMMA!!!!!
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 20:44:42.
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Topic: Things to do in a Asda/Wal-Mart
Subject: hehe
Pay a bunch of 15 year olds to run a squad of off the shelf RC Cars down the halls tripping people.
Attempt the return a shopping cart for a refund.
Stand atop the shelves while yelling "I AM A GOLDEN GOD".
One of my buddies did the last one. That was fun.
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 01:20:31.
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Topic: seeking rp
Subject: Well
Well done for your first character.
I'm not looking for a character for my game...but undoubtably someone is. Best of luck and have fun gaming with this one!
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 01:18:04.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: THERE
Updated.
7.5 pages.
My fingers hurt.
If anyone points or typos or bad grammer or just a bit of poor writing.
I will kill them.
Also: Combat has obviously begun. Combat actions...and for the love of god post what you mean here. If someone fireballs the room I will be...aggravated.
Sorry Philo, you're still not alive. If all goes well it should be soon however.
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 01:12:42.
Edited on 2008-04-10 at 01:16:54 by Grugg
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: LONG
Raiel, proud Ranger of Silverwood, arrived at the temple of Magnagoth after some confusing turns through the hustle and bustle of the big city. While some would argue that the dense mass of foliages made the forests uncharitable, the young (relatively) ranger would argue the converse. The winding streets and commotion had her losing track of herself several times throughout the various districts. Eventually, with the help of a kindly young child she found her way, dismounting and tying Moonshadow just outside the temple before stepping in herself.
Camatcha was not a small town, nor was it a large town, it was situated somewhere in the middle of that range, but made important by its location as a port city for the region of Tar Talon. As such, it was able to often procure exceptional artisans and engineers atypical of a town of its size. This unique situation resulted in buildings of public use often towering over every other building in the area. The mayor’s estate, barracks, courthouse and various temples were of a scale usually reserved for capital cities, a testament to the power the port city had over the region. Other than Tar’Talon’s capital city of Portluck (which was as well the power central of the entirety of the civilised core of Jamara) no city in the region could match the grandeur that was Camatcha’s Temple of Magnagoth (the core deity of the city). Formally a temple of Tarner (and hence, paid for extensively by cunning loan deals) it was repurposed after the mayor and council shifted the city to the worship of Magnagoth.
Raiel was shocked by the sheer grandness of the temple as she entered. The walls were covered in long tapestries covered in arcane writing along with magnificent frescoes that were on both the walls and ceiling. The main chapel was dominated by an intimidating sculpture of Magnagoth himself. The face was left featureless, as was common for statues of deities, no one seemed willing to make an attempt to copy the perfection of a god’s face, possibly fearing the god’s vanity and the wrath it may invoke. The ranger, although average sized, seemed impossibly small just standing there. After taking in the sights, she quickly found a priest and presented herself.
“Good afternoon good Priest.” She said in her best Common, “I was sent here by the Lord Ranger of Silverwood. A ranger was requested and I was sent.”
”We have been expecting a Silverwood Ranger for some time now, and it is good to see you’ve arrived safely. Ecclesiarch Kaene will be with you shortly, he is expecting one more guest however. We thank you for your patience.” The priest intoned in a single breath, as if he had been memorising this speech all morning. Some priests of the All-Knowing were known to be terribly rigid and unwilling to leave anything to chance. His piece said the priest walked away wordless, his long purple robe trailing along behind him as he left.
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Despite the apparent stupidity of the request, Jiminous had indulged the clergyman and did his best to look as if he was not trying to enter the temple. He was an imposing sight however, with his “walking” halberd and heavy dark cloak he stood out in every crowd, and the fact that commoners tended to cut a wide swath around him made him stand out even more. As he approached the temple he smirked to himself as people quite obviously stared at him only to gracelessly turn away the moment he looked in their direction.
Stepping into the back alley he moved pointedly around to the rear of the church to a door which he could only assume was used for deliveries or back room dealings. Much like this one… he couldn’t stop himself from thinking. The Church of Magnagoth tended to frown on the use of magic for the purposes of Necromancy, and his appearance did nothing to hide his interest in that particular school of magic. It was a wonder they contacted him at all, they must really be desperate.
As he opened the rear door he was greeted by a sombre looking priest in the traditional purple robe of his order. Without so much as looking at him the man launched into his obviously prepared speech.
”Although your methods are foul your help is required. We thank you for answering out summons and being discrete. Please follow me.”
Still without ever once looking at Jiminous, the priest turned and walked down the hallway on the other side of the doorway, beckoning for the dark man to follow.
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As soon as Lheriel found their destination, and introductions were made, Raen took charge of the situation.
“Let’s move. I’ll lead. The damned fool of a mage and sailor can carry the box in the middle of us. Lherial? Kat? Flank them. Jeskell, was it? You bring up the rear. Watch our backs for us,” ordered Raen, taking charge. Formation was the one thing that might save them in case of an ambush. Make sure he doesn’t get shanked in the crowd. Last thing we want is our mule dead in a crowd. The chaos would make it easy enough for a pickpocket to get a hundred bells away on a three-legged dog.”
Nebulo winced as he was ordered but did what he was told. Lheriel seemed a little less submissive.
" You don’t really have to be such a poor sport about this all. You’re acting like you know we're all going to get killed and end up in the belly of Ratharawn himself! Just lighten up a bit, and I will do as you say, only because it makes sense. You really should get out of that attitude you have, and take that emotion and funnel it into looking out for baddies, not moping around because you agreed to something. Oh and one other thing, our "mule" is a person to. See? Arms, legs, face skin, all the workings of the gods. Now don't go insulting this poor fellow or you can just carry the damned box yourself."
Also Raen had come to expect this air from the half-elf, she had to admit the anger in his reply had thrown her off.
"The day I don't expect to die, boy, is the day I greet the diseased one face to face," Raen spat back. "In case you haven't quite clued in, some of us can't afford to idly die and wait for a banknote so we may be resurrected. Death is the one doorway I hope to cross through once and once only and not today!"
In the interest of saving time (or even of simply dissolving the argument) the crewman assigned to carry the cargo gave his own little piece.
”Um…perhaps we could…carry on then? This box is…heavy.”
Raen and Lheriel looked at the sailor, then back at each other, and then back at the sailor before finally heading off, much to the delight of the beleaguered crewman. They headed off, Raen in the forefront, followed by Nebulos and the crewman, with Lheriel and Katriana not far from either side of them. Jeskell stayed to the back, providing an anchor to their line to help should anything befall them.
Katriana’s mind was focussed elsewhere however, not so much concerned with small arguments but more on the life of the fae creature that still lay in her arms. She had agreed to flank the group as they walked, using his divine talents to discern those that intended them harm. Ragnarok had granted her the ability to discern the morality of those she saw, but other than a few greedy merchants, she so no unlawful beings about. Again her thoughts turned to the limp body she carried. People gave her a bit of the berth, out of respect for the dead she carried. Hopefully the coin Lheriel had provided would be enough to provide the nameless warrior was the ability to draw breath once more. She cast a glance over at Nebulos as she thought this. The mage had best provide some gold for his misdeeds.
The group cut a fairly brisk pace to the temple, people seemed eager to get out of their way (and despite their fears, no one was “shanked”). They arrived at the temple just before the sun had set, and the shadow of the temple fell upon them like a great sheet. Raen at their head, they opened one of the sturdy oaken doors to the temple and stepped inside.
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Ecclesiarch Kaene was an old man. Nearing his 92nd year, he had lived longer than nearly any other human he knew. He had seen friends be born and die, many sooner than they should have. Even the elves, timeless as they were, regarded him with respect, having achieved a longevity that their kind regarded as adulthood. Now however, he was feeling every one of those long years. The day had been long, made longer by the difficult decisions he had been forced to make.
Ever since he was a lad of ten, he had known that his future had lain in the Church of Magnagoth. He started as a lowly alter boy, studying the teachings of his order whenever he had the chance, and was made a full priest at the age of seventeen, the youngest priest in the order at the time. Decades of study later he found himself in the position he was in now, Ecclesiarch for all the region of Tar’Talon and keeper of his order’s most important artifacts. Now however, would be the time of his greatest test.
The Church of Magnagoth was universally regarded as the religion of choice for a prospective mage, and many of the wisest mortals (and immortals) across the planes were counted among its numbers. Their knowledge and divining abilities often gave the church an edge over the rest of the multiverse when it came to knowledge, and they paid a premium for such an advantage. However, occasionally this brought forth knowledge of things that Kaene had preferred not to know. On this occasion, the news was most unwelcome, and had forced Kaene to do some things he would perhaps regret.
Like all powerful individuals, Kaene had contacts in shadier places, and although he had resisted in the past, he had called upon them to find someone who would accept a dangerous task for gold and ask few questions. He had found such a man, one Jiminous Mintous, a necromancer and generally conscience free being. Kaene’s time was limited however, and he would take what he could get. In addition he was able to send an envoy to the Silverwood rangers, he was an old friend of their Lord Ranger, and a member of his order could surely be counted on to answer the summons. With time short and resources tied up in other matters, he could manage little else quickly. As a church obsessed with knowledge, the paperwork required for the use of church funds was extraordinary.
His reverie was interrupted by a knock on his chamber door. He gave a pained sigh and rose to open it, stepping around the large piles of books that dominated the floor space of his room. I should really invest in bookshelves… he thought to himself has he weaved past another pile before reach and opening the door.
”Your holiness, the Ranger of Silverwood and Dark One are present, and await your appearance in the chapel.” said the priest that had knocked before giving a short bow and retreating to his own business, leaving Kaene to head off to the chapel and greet his “guests”.
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Raiel had been sitting in the chapel for no longer than fifteen minutes, but something about the place seemed to make it feel like a full day, an effect she could have done without. Her solitude was interrupted however, by a severe looking priest and another who looked very much like a professional executioner. As he passed her she shivered slightly, much like the feeling you get when you realise you’re not alone when you thought you were, but she shook it off quickly. Still, something about it seemed unnatural, she resolved to keep an eye on this new arrival.
”Please wait her master and mistress.” the priest intoned emotionlessly. ”The Ecclesiarch will arrive shortly.”
As the priest left, the two had just seconds alone before the elderly form of Kaene emerged from a side door, and headed towards to the pair.
”Ah, you must be from the Silverwood.” he said caringly, speaking to Raiel, ”Your Lord Ranger is an old friend of mine, good to see one of his here today.” He looked at her a moment before turning toward Jiminous. ”And you must be Mr. Mintous. I must say you are here out of necessity, and I trust you will do nothing to tarnish the name of this church if you know what is good for you…” his demeanour had gone from caring to cruel so quickly it was impossible to read how much of a threat he intended. Nevertheless, he beckoned for the pair to follow him and turned to move to more private quarters when the door to the chapel opened and a small group entered.
Raen stepped in first, with Katriana close behind her, the body of Kumadel still draped across her arms. Lheriel and the sailor entered next, the crewman panting heavily as he set the cargo down gently on the ground. Nebulo and Jeskell entered next, closing the door behind them as they did. Kaene gave one look at them and the cargo they brought and his face split into a wry smile.
”Good gentlemen and ladies, I can see by your cargo and sea fairing comrade that you have undoubtably come to deliver cargo from the good ship The Saucy Wench.” he said wisely. “I am Kaene, Ecclesiarch for Tar’Talon of the Church of Magnagoth, and I welcome you to this temple. While I was expecting a delivery, I was not expecting a group…and definitely not a group that has…obviously seen their share of combat…” he said as he looked at the limp form of Kumadel and the scorch marks that still remained on a few of the group. ”Your presence here is not so much chance but clearly an act of divine favour. I do bid you follow me, and do bring that crate with you.” Partly out of kindness to an old man, and partly out of curiosity no one objected, and the new arrivals and the two who were already there followed him into the side door.
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After following Kaene through a series of winding hallways (and much to the delight of the encumbered crewman, two flights of stairs) they finally arrived in a dark room, illuminated by a single pulsating crystal high above them which cast a sort of sickly pale green light over the area. Kaene clapped once sharply, and the light intensified for a moment before it fully illuminated the entire room. The room was filled with things that none of those assembled could figure out the purpose of. Dead in the center of the room was a raised table surrounded by a dozen chairs. He motioned for the group to sit and with a flick of his arm conjured a padded bed on which Katriana laid the limp form of Kumadel. Kaene directed the sailor to place the large crate on the table before the crewman took his leave and hurriedly returned to his ship. Kaene remained standing back from the table to speak to those assembled.
”Those I called for, and those that merely came, you are all welcome to the Temple of Magnagoth at this time. I must say however, that some of you may have won more than you had bargained for by coming here to deliver this cargo, but I hope you will see the purpose in my words and not regret this choice. Not two weeks past, our oracles and seers caught sight of some disturbing information. The Church of Gob although not an ally of ours, has had one of its most sacred and treasured sites attacked and burned, with many artifacts lost in the raid. Raids on temples are common enough, but among the items stolen was a object of particular importance. While I believe that it is possible that neither the church in question nor the attackers know of this item’s importance, for in truth few other than I truly do, the situation is too dire to leave to chance. It is imperative that we—“
His words were cut short as a loud commotion was heard outside the door. Seconds later a priest burst into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs, his robe bloodied.
”YOUR HOLINESS! DARKNESS HAS FALLEN IN THE CHAPEL, AND A –“
He too was silenced as he fell to the ground in a pile, a dagger still quivering as it protruded from his back. Framed in the doorway behind him stood a tall figure, clothed from neck to toe in black leather armour. His shoulder length black hair hung in dreadlocks, and his well chiselled face showed a hint of elvish heritage. Most prominent of all however, was the tattoo the was superimposed over his right eye, an inverted pentagon with a red “X” within it.
”Hello there Ecclesiarch.” he said with a snarl. ”Now get out of my way and give me that crate before you join your unfortunate brother here.”
(OOC: My fingers hurt. Jozan he is the man you saw on the ship, feel free to announce this. Kaelyn your detect evil sees an extremely powerful evil aura from this man, as well as a weaker one for Jiminous and a few weak ones from items in the room. Oh uh…combat posts. Enjoy!)
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 01:11:47.
Edited on 2008-04-10 at 01:23:45 by Grugg
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Topic: Chat Banners
Subject: And I finally find something
Well I figured such a thing would happen eventually. Especially with some of my larger more disturbing banners.
I shall have to live with making sigs...sigh.
Posted on 2008-04-09 at 22:10:51.
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Topic: Petnames
Subject: ...
Oh.
Dear.
God.
I knew I saw guys on horses go by earlier...
Posted on 2008-04-09 at 01:11:55.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Hehe Boulding...
I'll update tonight then.
EDIT: 1/3 of the post done. 2 Page so far.
Imagination dead for tonight...finish tomorrow. Much sorry.
Posted on 2008-04-08 at 19:00:52.
Edited on 2008-04-09 at 01:02:31 by Grugg
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Topic: Chat Banners
Subject: Darn!
He found me!
Now come on Val...you know you want one.
Posted on 2008-04-08 at 19:00:03.
Edited on 2008-04-08 at 19:01:36 by Grugg
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