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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: hm
lost days off can't post before tonight when u normally uodate yeolde, I'll be unable to post before tuesday
Posted on 2010-02-27 at 20:35:40.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: editing CD points..
If you're feeling that more than one person deserves a Cd point, and can give valid reasons as to why? I'll accept multiple CD points awarded to various players.. Because truly what we're aiming for here is posting so amazing everyone's granting everyone a CD point each week because they keep raising their own literary standards higher and higher..
On a Side note though... 3 CD points have been awarded thus far 
Posted on 2010-02-23 at 06:39:20.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: I work open to closes until thursday..
Don't expect a post from me before then, but I may get lucky and surprise someone with an iphone post lol.
Posted on 2010-02-22 at 06:57:13.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: as I have done a major update
Everyone can, at their discression go back and read over the posts made between my opening post, and the update, and give a CD point to another player if they so choose with any comments or positive criticism's about it.
For a detailed breakdown of CD points, please See page one, in the CD point section.
Posted on 2010-02-22 at 06:52:55.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: You could buy Studded leather instead of regular leather..
but you don't have nearly enough to get magical armor.
Posted on 2010-02-22 at 06:10:13.
Edited on 2010-02-22 at 06:17:23 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: U would be correct
That the interruption kept u from being able to be very diplomatic
Posted on 2010-02-22 at 05:52:46.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: With all the effort put forth, I updated a bit early :D
The marketplace, filled to the brim with all sorts of characters was bustling ever onwards, and despite the growing argument between Kor and the nobleman, most of the attendees continued on with their own affairs. What was another dispute over prices, in a city where such conversations were an hourly occurrence? Reginald had stood his ground against the Sylvari ranger, and even as the Market Guards took notice of his beckoning, so too did the Crimson Blades make their way across the market to back up one of their own, should anything turn ugly. Cameron, Kajikesh, Damara and Ruahn were all moving closer, while Market Guards did the same, slipping by some, and pushing past others to get closer to the commotion.
“So uncouth you Sil are. I’ll have you know back in Pardinal for your ignorance I’d have you drawn and quartered you insufferable whelp. This is far from over.”
Bodies were so close to one another, the scene so loud with music, voice, and the footfalls of scores of passers by, that those focused on what they wanted to see, were blind to something as insubstantial as a lone stranger, dressed in dark robes which seemed to ripple of their own accord passed into the market square. Slowly, but with a deliberate direction to each step the figure passed through the throng of happy shoppers, and festival revelers. Passing by Arka, the finely dressed man was the first to notice that the man smelled strongly of the sea, saltwater and fish permeated the air as he passed, like a pungent perfume sprayed on in excess. Also noticed was the definite puddle the man seemed to leave as her walked, dark pools forming under each step as he passed. Soon, other’s too took notice of the strange fellow and he was given a wider birth as they parted for him, the visitor’s unsure of whether or not this was yet another part of the Carnival or something more.
As the Market Guards and Crimson Blades faced off against each other, a Blade placed strategically to deter the closest guard, so focused on giving their companion a better chance against the nobleman were they that they didn’t notice the robed figure pass by them towards Kor, Reginald, and Veldrilac. With eyes set coldly against each other, it was Veldrilac that first broke the tension between the ranger and the nobleman with a low growl, followed by a sharp bark which startled many around. A second, and third bark followed quickly, as the robed figure approached the arguing pair, now silenced with the arrival of the odorous oddity of a stranger.
From behind the nobleman stepped forth a man in a fine cotton vest sitting over studded leather armor, smooth clean pants lined his legs, and were tucked into polished leather boots with brass buckles. A well kept coif of hair topped his head as he let one hand fall to a long sword kept in a scabbard at his side, the other reached forward to halt the encroaching figure.
“Halt stranger, stand back from the Master,” the hired guard had stated; but the stranger game onwards still brushing passed the guard’s outstretched hand, fingers passing through the material of the cloak as though it were a running stream, leaving his hand dripping wet, a piece of algae hanging from his wrist and the guard recoiled, catching a glimpse at what lay beneath the watery veil.
“W, What the he…” The guard’s sentence was garbled, as from beneath the cloak and arm with skin suffering from extreme waterlog, (think massive pruning from sitting in a tub too long) grey and colorless save for thin veins of green which ran it’s length shot forth. The stranger’s hand. tipped with ragged nails sharpened into blackened claws dug into the guard’s chest, and the man started sputtering out dark water instead of words, choking right there as the man gripped his chest, the leather armor providing no protection. Nearby woman screamed, alerting all nearby of what had occurred.
As eyes fell upon the spectacle, another shout was raised from between two stalls, as a second figure shambled forth from the darkness, rippling robes covering its features but the smell alerting all of its presence. Soon, a third and a forth entered from the north west and northeast respectably, and off in the distance another scream broke the silence of the night. People began to panic as the sea smelling strangers grew in numbers, and swelled into the streets. One woman in the panic was pushed in the path of one of the creatures, and with a single powerful swipe he knocked her aside into the cart of sugar candy next to Arka, her head split upon impact, a deep gash and blood running freely down her forehead.
“Someone alert the Krag!” Someone yelled over the panic as people flooded into nearby buildings, or tried to hide behind vendor carts, while avoiding the freighting creatures. A baker’s dozen of the creatures had entered from various access points to this particular avenue, with screams and rally cries across the city echoing into the night.
“GUARDS! FORM UP! PROTECT THE CITIZENRY!” Came a loud gruff call, as one of the Market Guards attempted to take control of the situation. There were only a half dozen guards upon this street, but they left those in front of them, and formed a small defensive line between vendor carts at the northern of the street, as three dripping, robed creatures moved forward. A quick look around would place, three approaching from the east, and another four from the west, with 2 circling round further inland from the southwest near Bayris Park; in addition to the one right in the middle of them. They were corraling the populace in this street, crowded with stalls, crates, and fresh bodies, the warmth of their bodies a chill contrast to the cold, watery emptiness that filled the horrid newcomers.
From somewhere in the city a great horn blew, followed by another, and then a third.. They were not alone in this fight.
(alright, so I updated earlier than planned, but everyone capable of posting has, so I figured I might as well give you something to work with comments and questions in the Q/a as always )
Posted on 2010-02-21 at 22:30:05.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: How rude
The nobleman was taken aback by Kor's sudden change in disposition. "Now i assure you he would be taken care uf by the finest animal trainers money can buy." The man would have continued until Kor's very clear stance on the matter, accentuated by a hand upon the hilt of his sword silenced that line of conversation.
"Do you know who i am? Or what i can do? You would be wise to take your pointy eared forest dwelling self back to amongst the trees, before someone gets hurt; because my human feet arent moving from this space, unless you see fit to try and move me."
At Reginald's counter threat, he raised his right hand, adorned with rings and jewels much like many oppulant and often petulant members of nobility wore and snapped his fingers right in front of Kor.
"Think long and hard before you even think about brandishing a weapon in the middle of a market with guards all about. Bloody tree jumping savage.."
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 22:58:16.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: What a woof
Bayris: 6:15pm
Kor politely informed the curious girl that his companion was not a dog, but a much more noble breed of wolf.
"Woof" the girl said happily reaching towards the wolf. Veldrlac moved away from the outreaching hand and closer towards Kor.
"Woof Woof!" the child said trying desperately to touch the strange creature before being picked up by a man wearing the fineries of nobility. Turning her head to her father she laughed before pointing at the wolf.
"Daddy daddy its a Woof! I want it"
The father shifted his daughter to one arm, before handing her off to a nearby manservant. "Ronald please watch over Alice while i finish up here would you?"
The older manservant, dressed in a fine black suit with red frilled undershirt and golden cufflinks nodded, before picking up young Alice.
"Of course master Reginald."
As the butler took Alice away, the nobleman identified as Reginald turned towards Kor and smiled.
"It would seem my daughter has taken an interest in your furry friend there. Its her birthday soon, and i think a new pet would be just the ticket for her, and a trained wolf, now that would have all her classmates and their families so very envious." looking over the sylvari dressed of the lands, the man continued. "i dont suppose the intricate nature of social status means much to you, but let me speak in a language you surely understand. "I'm going to take that pup off your hands, and in return, you'll net yourself a cool 1,000 gold crowns and make a little girl very happy." to accentuate his claim he pulled forth from a seemingly flat pocket upon his shirt a bulging coin purse and jingled it before Kor.
"We have a deal?"
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 22:36:56.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: I can fluff post too
Bayris: 6:00 pm
As the merriment continued into the evening, the great city of Bayris erupted into a flood of flamboyancy. Bright coloured dresses and often gaudy accessories offset the setting sun, while more and more people lined the market streets. As the day passed into evening, identities became aliases, people became fantastic creatures portrayed by their intricate costumes. The poor became princesses, the pure mockeries of vile pirates or vagabonds, and the market guards too swelled in number as the scene turned more festive; but also potentially more dangerous.
Cameron and Rajikesh still stood idle observing the traubateurs as they reinacted scenes from the famous play "Cardista's Desire", their acting and mimicry a testement totheir trade. Kor and Veldrilac too sat on the outskirts of the hustle and bustle of the festivities, quietly observing the silly dressed up humans and their odd customs. Someone bumped into Kor and when the ranger turned around, he was met with the fleeting laughter of a man dressed up as a woman, massively disproportionate breasts and buttocks comebared to the chest he had squeezed into a corset. Bright red lipstick covered his mouth, and swirled into circles upon his strong angular, and now powder white cheeks. "Oh sorry you big strong woodsman you" he jeered in a forced high pitch femanine voice. "Do not sick your beast on my innocent fair self!" Raising the back of his hand to his brow in a fake sigh, he giggled before disappearing into the crowd.
Left momentarily flabbergasted by the display, the ranger barely even noticed the small hands pulling at the bottom of his shirt. Turning once more, he found himself looking into the bright blue eyes of a little human girl in a pretty pink dress, with short curly strawberry blonde hair. Her eyes widened as she looked upon Kor's lupine companion, who seemed uncomfortable with so many people around him.
"Mister mister!.. can i pet your doggy?"
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 21:31:01.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: Noooo
That's why we use Word or some such program.. Hell even Notepad! hehe
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 22:24:30.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: well
tek won't be posting before sunday at the earliest...
And by accounts those that ARE still actually playing have posted... So we're just awaiting the update I believe.
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 22:23:44.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: As it's a pertinent question to all I'll post a Pm I made here.
the Guild Hall is entered through a Massive wine Keg in the back of the Harlot's storehouse.
Leading down a flight of stairs to an underground complex, the guild Hall spans the Harlot, and the two warehouses on either side of it above ground.
Guild Dues: Guild dues are 10% of Your profits gained Each Month or 100gp, whichever is More. Each member is expected to keep a record of income and expenses, and Currently the Guild dues are run on an honour system. The more one puts into the guild, the more respect they gain, as well as the more services supplies etc it will be able to offer you.
Room and board is covered by guild dues.
Each member would have ther own room. Key locked door, footlocker, etc etc basic amenities.
your room round be about 10x10.
the Guild Hall also contains a Barracks, an Craftsman's Quarter, training dummy's / archery targets etc, a rec room, lounge and bar, bulliten board, Meeting room and a Guild Shop (available to you whetstone's for basic supplies (mundane items) at a discount of 25% as a perk covered by guild dues.
More varied shops/wares/services will open as you rise in guild rank.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 21:09:26.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: We ride
As the briefing ended and the members of the militia took to their own affairs for the evening; preparation for the day ahead, Daldren ran over the information learned as well as his own experiences a few more times. There was something that didn’t sit right with him. Above and beyond the gruesome account of death in the south, his mind was running more over something he had witnessed himself a few nights before. As Daldren Gray made his way back into the streets of Visden towards ‘The lucky lady’, a cheap gambling house used by the lower working class to try and fill their often meager purse, it struck him. The night he had felt the pervasive wind, it occurred to him that though he and those around him seemed affected by the chill, his own clothing had not been rustled, the banners hanging overhead had not swayed, nor had layers of filth and dust in the old quarter been swirled along the broken cobblestone.
This did not sit well with the quiet man. He felt like he should have figured it out sooner, perhaps shared it at the briefing. There would be time for that later though when they met in the morning. He did however see fit to inform Danamar of his observation, to give their leader a heads up, time to mull over the severity of the implications of his claim. If the wind targeted the living, and the living alone, then it likely was no mere natural phenomena. Quickening his stride, Daldren entered the gambling house and quickly went to his rented room, where locking the door behind him, he lit but a single candle, casting shadows about the small quarters. Stripping down and taking account of all his belongings, he layered them under the covers in the rough shape of a human form, pulling the blanket high, instead curling up into the black corner upon his bedroll where he took his sleep. It had been many years since Daldren had comfortably slept in a real bed. There was something inviting to death and misfortune if one’s sleep was too sound, too deep. Daldren knew this fact all too well.
Awakening in the early morning hours, the warrior rose to stretch, packing up his gear as he headed downstairs and sunk into the crowd, observing the games they played, but never wagering himself. It was there he ate in silence, his final decent meal before departing he expected. Venison slow roasted in a hearty broth full of vegetables, thick pieces of sourdough for dunking, and a glass of red wine had left the soldier’s stomach appeased for the morning. Leaving the rest of the gold coin as tip, he stood in the early morning hours and made his way back into the streets, headed towards the outpost where his own steed was kept in waiting. Entering the compound along the southern wall under cover of night Daldren entered the stables and approached his own painted wild mustang, the horse he had been tending to since it was a colt years earlier. The young horses muscles were thick its mane shiny from considerable care.
“We ride in my friend” Daldren said as he passed his hand over the horses mouth, up over the bridge of its face and to rub gently behind its ears. Adjusting the military saddle upon his steed, and double checking enough feed, water, and supplies had been gathered for the journey. Daldren mounted ‘Diego” as the sound of a portcullis was raised. Heading down into a large water runoff grate, the cool water splashing around Diego’s hooves, Daldren exited the city of Visden even as the heavy grate of the sewer drain lowered back into place. He had used this passage a dozen times, it was more convenient than waiting for the City Watch to open the main gates. It also allowed him to run Diego free for awhile, to stretch the horses’ leg’s and allow him an early morning jaunt before he would stop just outside of the Eastern gate, allowing Diego to graze while he awaited the city’s opening for the new day with the rest of the traveler’s who eagerly awaited entry.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 20:42:50.
Edited on 2010-02-17 at 23:50:42 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Just so it's known..
I had incorrectly assumed we had horses assigned.
As such, I sold off some other equipment and am buying a horse for Daldren, and resubmitted the character sheet to account for such before we really get underway.
Pending Yeolde's acceptance that is.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 11:58:18.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: Game on!
The game has begun! Any comments questions and Concerns feel free to leave them here, if it's private Pm it to me, and let's have some fun here.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 05:53:29.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: Carnival of Masks
City State of Bayris: Bazaar
5:30pm
“Get your authentic carnival masks here! Each one has been blessed by a priest of Shinara herself,” called a hawker waving an extravagant golden mask adorned with feathers back and forth, trying to draw attention to his stand, vying against a dozen other vendors in the Merchant Quarter trying to do likewise. The 25th of Letra Tey, or the beginning of the Carnival of Masks, marked the beginning of the new trade year, and it was upon this three day celebration that all of Bayris and many from afar took to the market streets day and night to browse, purchase and sell items from across Antaron, each trying to outsell or out haggle the next, and all giving thanks and prayer to Shinara for her blessings upon their businesses.
Bards, minstrels and troubadours filled the air with music and song. Pyrotechnics and magic filled the sky adding to the festivities as people dressed up in lavish costumes and filled the streets honoring the Lady of Luck. Tavern’s and inn’s would often make more income within these three days, than they would in the next month, and every door was open, every inch of space made available for a potential customer. The Wanton Harlot was no different. Its doors had been revolving for almost two weeks as travelers arrived early, and with heavy purses to ensure they had accommodations during the festivities. Liquor flowed endlessly as the staff of the successful establishment did there best to cater to the needs of the influx of clientele. This was their first Carnival of Masks, and prepared as they thought they were, Anabelle Zelphyr was amazed at just how many people flooded the city, and by association, through her doors. Anabelle had recalled all of the Crimson Blade’s for this celebration, for added protection during the hectic festival. More reliable than the Market Guards who would have their hands full with the would be ‘opportunists,’ the guild mistress was more than willing to let those in her employ enjoy the celebration, just thankful to know they were nearby should the need arise.
As Anabelle, or “Lady Z” squeezed her way through the throng of patrons outside for a quick breath of fresh air, no less than three sets of hands found their way to her derriere, one daring soul even groping a fleshy globe which outlined her ample cleavage. Anabelle could only smirk. At thirty, she still outshone most women a decade younger, and she reveled in the attention. With legs palm tree tall and skin as smooth as her sheer silk outfit, Anabelle was a vision to behold. With her ensemble comprised of well placed scarves overlapping and tied in a bow across her lower, otherwise bare back, the woman was a veritable gift wrapped goddess of beauty; and more than one man and woman alike contemplated if a well placed pull upon her bow would unravel her completely.
Ana overlooked the marina before her and smiled, the salty air refreshing to the woman. Her eyes overlooked her life’s crowning achievement, “The Lady in Waiting” sitting tied to port and she sighed a sweet sigh filled with a sense of accomplished pride as her fingers gently played with a necklace of a pearl and opal heart on a thin chain of rubies. Her lush crimson lips parted into a wider smile. In two days, she would set sail for her first voyage all the way to Portua in Pardinal. A call from inside broke Ana’s moment of peace, and she turned to return to work. It was then that she felt the first evening breeze dance across her delicate skin and she shivered, turning to look out over the sea, her eye raising a quizzical brow to the ocean, before turning away and disappearing amongst the costumed patrons once more.
It is here, in the Market Ward, amidst the countless shops and vendors, street games, food, drink, and song and dance that your story begins. For it is here where a celebration to the Goddess of fortune shall send the fate of seven, upon a path that would touch the lives of thousands.
(Welcome to Tide’s of War. Hopefully the novella of an introduction helps foreshadow and shed light on things to come and some characteristics of your Guild Leader etc. How you introduce your character is up to you, just please end it with being somewhere in the Market quarter, so my update may affect you all.
Feel free to detail and give life to merchants, entertainers, vendors, minor npcs etc, my only rule is it can’t be anything that affects numbers. Ie. No assumptions of procuring items, or winning gold, nothing that requires a skill attack or save role etc, for those please pm or q/a intentions to me so I can co-ordinate with your post.
My Next Update is scheduled for next Tuesday or Wednesday)
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 05:45:41.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: Epilogue:
25th day of Letra Tey
2:47am
Taskarren Coast
For centuries before, and centuries to come the tide has risen and fallen, to crash against the Taskarren coast of Antaron with the ebb and flow of time. Long before the great piers of Bayris housed floating bastions of wood and steel, before the first pirate ever called “avast!”, and before the first tree was felled in the interest of settlement, these coastal waters were already claimed by an ancient being of incredible power. For the past thousand years it has laid in wait patiently biding its time, impervious to the passage of time. Over the years it has been called many things. “Kraken, Leviathan, Cardista’s Wrath, by the humans, Aear ‘aha (Sea’s Rage) by the Sylvari, and even whispered as far inland as the Kingdom of Khordal to something crudely translated as the ‘earth’s wet bastard daughter‘ in their heavy tongue. No matter the name or the pitiful excuse of existence from which the term was derived however, ‘it’ has slept in patience, growing ever stronger feeding off the very lifeblood of the world, waiting for its chance to reclaim the lands left by the God’s, an endless feeding ground for its insatiable hunger.
City State of Bayris: Old Cove
In the dark of night, under a starless sky shadows danced and cavorted amongst the warehouses and piers lining the docks, the water’s calm blackness lapping at the shores under the wooden pillars supporting the walkways out over the bay. These shadows however did not stay affixed in silent vigilance to their material counterparts. Instead they moved of their own volition, with purpose, searching for something, someone to set into motion the first of many incidents that would rock the face of Antaron.
Sitting hunched under the pier, huddled in scrap canvas for warmth sat a bedraggled and beleaguered man. Skin pulled taught against his skeletal frame, the starving man shivered against the cold of night, his makeshift fire in the sand beside him providing little protection from the chill of the eve. Glassy eyes, empty of hope of ambition stared off into the bay as the water lapped at the shore just below his bare feet, dug into the sand for protection from the elements. He shivered again, and pulled his pitiful shelter closer, though it did little against the pervasive cold. A third shiver coursed down his spine, though this time it was not from the tidal winds. Years ago, this now empty man had been a fearsome pirate, his heart now void of passion, but his instincts, buried beneath guilt and shame still intact. He shifted uncomfortably casting his gaze around him, blinking numerous times as though his mind fought to comprehend what his eyes surveyed. Even in the dark of night, the flames of his fire providing a modicum of illumination, it seemed as though a darkness, blacker than night, deeper than anything he had ever seen before swirled amongst the weathered pillars towards him. His hand instinctively went to his side, where his faithful blade had been for many years, where now, his fingers met nothing but air, his sword sold for food and drink months before.
Instincts still guiding him, the darkness growing ever closer, the man reached into his fire, his hands gripping a piece of dried flotsam, the makeshift torch searing his hand as embers and flame licked his skin. Gritting his teeth, and waving the feeble defense against the darkness. The man skittered backwards, shedding his canvas blanket, his ragged clothes pockmarked with tears and stains; the stitching coming undone along many of the seams. He retreated, waving the flaming board before him, calling out in a raspy voice to the phenomena.
“Wha, What in the hell’s are you?”
Ever silent, the shadow came forward, undeterred by the fire waved before it. It swept over the flame, not extinguishing it, but enveloping it within its void, and as soon as the first trace of the utter darkness touched the white knuckled hand of the former sailor, he felt as though his very soul had been crushed under the weight of a thousand sorrows. In the blink of an eye, every painful memory he had ever experienced came back to him, amplified a hundred times. His returning home from a month at sea, to find his wife in bed with another man, his blind rage and the murder it had lead to, a flight upon the seas only to have his second love, his ship, sunk by the Marteal Guard on grounds of piracy, and his impoverished existence ever since he washed up upon the shore after days at sea clinging to nothing more than the very flotsam he now burned for warmth. He was a shadow of his former self. An empty shell void of anything but self loathing and rage, the perfect vessel for the shadows which swirled around him, embraced him, called to him, claimed him.
As the darkness enveloped him, the man stood upon legs that wobbled like a marionette, its strings pulled by some foreign hand. Without a word, the former man, eyes void of light or colour, replaced by absolute darkness, walked unsteadily towards the waters that whispered to him.. As his bare feet entered the frigid water, he did not stir, no shiver found its way up his spine, no Goosebumps dotted his skin. When the water’s had reached his waist, onwards he trudged into the black, unaffected by the tide that pushed against him. As the swell rose to his lips, he accepted the saltwater as though it were air, and as the tide overtook his height of nearly six feet, all traces of the man faded with the receding tide, save for the scraps of canvas, and the embers of a fire, destined to die long before Solanis woke the sun.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 04:41:11.
Edited on 2010-02-17 at 04:43:39 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: A question as I forgot to ask earlier
Is the Militia lending us horses for these missions? What kind of saddles? Regular? Military? Basic saddlebags presumably if so?
And if not... Someone want to buy me a horse? 
Soon as I know that I'll finish post and put 'er up.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 20:13:17.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 20:15:18 by Kaelyn
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: just a reminder
That I'd like the core of everyone's character portfolio by tomorrow if possible please; as tomorrow and wednesday are my days off this week.
Posted on 2010-02-15 at 17:07:21.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Our healer fainted..
Im so screwed.. Oh well was fun while it lasted.
Posted on 2010-02-14 at 22:22:56.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: Game Thread Complete
The Actual Game thread has been started, with part of the introduction, shedding some light upon he birth of The Crimson Blades, and you're leader, and possibly a little foreshadowing to boot. Please don't post in the Game Thread until instructed, but enjoy a little flavor read for those ready to game
Posted on 2010-02-14 at 09:59:47.
Edited on 2010-02-14 at 10:46:45 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: Audalis: Tides of War
A Consort, a Harlot, and a Lady in Waiting
Let me tell you of our leading lady, for she runs the stage whether the curtains are drawn or not. If you can pull your gaze from those luscious curves, the catlike grace or god given beauty I beg thee do not tarry a look into her eyes, for she will captivate you, enthrall you even with but a glance. No she is not a vampire, a nymph, nor a demon, though qualities of all three make her far more dangerous. I speak of course of our guild mistress, our beloved leader and dispenser of opportunity and fortune, the illustrious Lady Z.
Calypso: Guild Scribe
Anabelle Zelphyr is a woman of uncanny beauty, charm and intelligence. With ample curves, a buxom bosom and eyes of emerald that pierce the soul, Anabelle walks with the strut of a dancer, and the confidence of a politician. It is this combination that allowed her to enter into such prominence within Bayris as quickly as she has. Arriving only a year ago, the woman of 30 years entered alone, carrying little more than her silver tongue and beautiful looks. It is said upon her first night in Bayris, she won room and board at a run down inn and brothel. By the end of the week stories tell that she had gotten on the good graces of the sleazy proprietor, working as a discreet companion, secretly biding her time and rousing the poorly treated ‘ladies in waiting’ to the prospect of better working conditions, including hours, pay, and most of all, respect for themselves and from their clientele. It took little more than a month before variations tell of how the former proprietor had steadily grown more and more ill, until upon his deathbed signed over the ramshackle business to his favored consort. Other’s say he was swindled in a game of Hazards, a foreign duel of wit and mental prowess from the lands of Pardinal. Others still say he was forced under duress at the hands of his former employees to sign over the building on pain of death, only to flee the city wearing nothing but his britches and humiliation upon his face.
Whatever the truth of the matter, When Anabelle Zelphyr, took charge of the place, she reinvented it. In only a few weeks, the building had been completely redesigned, the dilapidated cesspool of a business now stood proudly on Sea’s End, ‘The Wanton Harlot’ overlooking the Krag Marina. There were protests at first about the public services offered at this seaside refuge, but they were quickly and quietly quelled as coin fell into influential pockets, and favorable suitors were gifted to men of status. The Wanton Harlot soon grew, taking over the warehouse next to it, where once expansions were complete, a full tavern and inn was erected. In truth, while ‘companions’ were still available, it was the Tavern that brought life to the ‘Harlot’. It was here that “Lady Z,” began to broaden her horizons ever further.
And how better than to reach those horizons then by sea. Anabelle at first went through the regular red tape, of the Merchant League, hiring ships and crew to import and export small quantities of foreign liquors and ales, foods and spices. But she found soon enough that every middle man, from fish monger all the way up to the Council itself liked to dip into ones pocket, and to the business oriented mind of Annabelle Zelphyr, there was only one way to prevent skimming her profits. She would cut out the middlemen completely she but needed time, and approval.
Going before the Council of Commandments herself, it is said Anabelle wooed her way into favor with a aging councilman, and after a frivolous week behind closed doors spent 'scratching his back' as it were, the kindness was returned as she left his estate Guild Writ in hand, many of the details left to be penned by an eloquent female hand. It was then that the call was first put out for adventurers, tradesmen, crewmen and guild hands to join Annabelle’s “Crimson Blades.”
While many question where the name originated from, Anabelle, merely smiles at the term, as though it holds some nostalgic importance to her. It was here however that officially, the ‘Blades’ were born.
“The perfect tool for every task;” Lady Z would say. It was here that specialists in various fields were gathered, and the adventures began. It was here that beneath the clamor of a bustling tavern and inn the headquarters for the fledgling guild were built, its entrance cleverly concealed within a giant Wine Keg kept hidden in the back of the storehouse. It is here, that would be heroes were made…
But that’s another story, and that was some 8 months ago. Now, the ‘Harlot’ is a promising business, seeing hundreds of visitors each week. Inside, exotic pipe weeds, foreign delights and potent liquors lure patrons from abroad beyond its humble doors, promising a respite from the troubles of reality, and offering many a dream come true. Be it for business or pleasure, the “Harlot” was not one to disappoint. So much so has the business flourished in recent months, that the Crimson Blades, have actually acquired their first and only seafaring vessel. Construction is almost complete upon Lady Z’s crowning achievement. A Merchant Galley stretching three fathoms, rivaling all but the largest and most extravagant of the nobility’s vessels. A testament to feminine prowess, “The Lady In Waiting” sits high upon the waters in the Krag Marina, its cherry hued wood and gold coated rails leave little expense unaccounted for, three masts bearing the Guild Standard of a Blood Red Cutlass over a Blue Field with white waves stand proudly, reaching for the sky as though they too, like the horizon, were no longer out of reach.
Truly it is a flagship like no other, and its maiden voyage is fast approaching…
Posted on 2010-02-14 at 09:56:01.
Edited on 2010-02-17 at 06:26:11 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Lol
All in a days work.. it may be a short day, but I don't usually play paladin's either lol..
Posted on 2010-02-14 at 05:22:50.
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: Character sheets
Id like everyone to have their sheets submitted by tuesday if possible; if your background isnt complete but the mechanical side is, submit the sheet and continur to work on the background and dossier..
The dossier of what characters know abou you leaves a visual cut and dry basis of interaction and prevents metagaming which i will not tolerate.
Posted on 2010-02-14 at 02:30:41.
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