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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Out of Convenience/ time saving..
Because of the general directions everyone seems to be heading in, I'm going to have all three groups 'surround' the keep as it were, in the coming update. With Atharam on the right by the bridge, Bri/DM/Fate to the north, and the Main group to the left.
Now while my map doesn't affod a route of 'entry' on the left, the positioning is mainly for the response/ knowledge of other groups actually being there.
Further details will be covered in he update.
Posted on 2008-09-28 at 13:29:03.
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Topic: Audalis Shorts - The Spores of Itanlok
Subject: Thondrek
I'm thinking, since I have to completely redo him stat wise, that I might turn his character traits extremist.
In Chakran Portal he was very much one to speak his mind open and bluntly, his sense of humor was almost never on proper queue and often misinterpreted, and his ideas for plans subtly came across as. "Well I can do it why can't you, or Why am I always the one to think of this."
I'm thinking this time through he'll be the same way, just.. moreso. No more bonuses to charisma scores contrary to his roleplay, and since he tripped and fell enough bloody times, I'm thinking his wis/ dex will be shortened too to exemplify his lack of good sense lol.
Concept wise, also a way to sorta explain this, and possibly tying it into Charkan Portal.. I was thinking we suffered some horrendous defeat during Bootskull, perhaps they killed the Keldon as punishment for failing or some such, spurring the team into the action of an attempted escape or counter-offensive which ended.. horribly. In a moment of panic, Thondrek Dimension Hopped his last few spells away and fled, seeking shelter underground, to drown his sorrow and his shame. There, some time later in a drunken fit, he receives what he percieves as a message from Khorax, inspiring him to use his past as fuel for betterment, not embittered self-pity. So, he picked up his axe once more and began to train, long and hard (Hence the level ups) and now, hearing of adventure, he's leaving his abandoned tunnels, and infrequently traveled routes, to come out into service for all the right reasons once more.
(This I think will help explain the stat changes and the roleplaying that will go along with them, to anyone else who may show up as knowing Thondrek in any fashion, or as a Comparison from Charkan Portal to this one.)
Posted on 2008-09-27 at 14:32:27.
Edited on 2008-09-27 at 14:33:21 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Audalis Shorts - The Spores of Itanlok
Subject: DEfiantely
Going to continue with Thondrek if you don't mind. The Chakran Portal Khord Duskblade with a penchant for the unorthodox, and horrible timing when it comes to humor 
Posted on 2008-09-27 at 13:44:53.
Edited on 2008-09-27 at 13:48:13 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: *ack. gargle. choke. sputter.. gasp.. dies.*
I'm saddened to see this end, but that sadness is quelled at knowing Almerin will put his wondrous imagination into another worthwhile adventure.
So here's to the great fun I've had, and the expectation of more great times to come.
Posted on 2008-09-26 at 17:17:01.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: There's a Dragon on my shoulder (New 09/24/2008)
There's a dragon on my shoulder and he whispers in my ear,
of strange and wondrous tidings only I can ever hear.
He tells me of his home off in sky atop a spire,
where rays of golden sun are spun from an angel's magic lyre.
He tells me that when faeries cry, is when the raindrops fall, and the quickest way to mend their pain is to play a white lark's call.
He said the woman sitting next to me up at the bar, was really a young princess from a distant fallen star.
He said I should be charming and that I could win her hand, but when I tried to tell her this she didn't understand.
I told her about my dragon friend her turn just made me think, for as she left I realized I'd had too much to drink.
The princess was a stuardess from flight 103, the lark's call was a jukebox song called "60's Jubilee".
The faeries were a leaky roof from which the raindrops fell, the golden rays were stars and dots as I felt my vision swell.
The spire was my barstool, which as I flew I watched fall over, and the dragon was the bouncer telling me to go home till I'm sober.
Copywrite: Rhapsody Studios 2008
Rofl.. Alright.. time for bed for me.. Don't know where that came from, but here it is lol.
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 15:51:52.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Pushing the Envelope
This Poem was written years ago in my youth back when I was still fairly new to RDI and I wrote a rather empassioned poem that rose some eyebrows amongst the Admins. After a educational and much needed discussion with our own dear Vanadia I removed it and put the lingering creativity into the following as a thank you/ apology all in one. Enjoy.
Pushing the Envelope.
Feelings surge in a violent wave
A need for release I cannot stave
I bring such outlets to the inn
My words and prose bordering on sin
In no way are they meant to cause
Discomfort or distaste but merely give pause
Think over the small little joys in your life
And compare to the balance that's anger or strife
Not everyone has a sky free of rain
More often then not we are trodden by pain
The youth of today from what I've come to know
Combat day to day an invisible foe
Depression runs rampant through circles of youth
The adults in their wisdom are blind to the truth
"A swift kick in the rear" is all that they need
Yet to obvious warnings, they fail to pay heed
I've written on here grand poems of love
And other's of prayer to forces above
My writing is driven by passion or rage
So sometimes the odd word comes to the page
That when read might be deemed as distasteful
Though I say that nothing I write is disgraceful
So moderators if you feel I've ever crossed the lines
Send me mail of your thoughts and literary confines
I write to spare me from looked-down-upon routes
Using words to try and settle my inward disputes
But if my expression is overstepping my user rights
I'll take such expression to another site
Or edit it so that my feelings are still said allowed
But it's readable for this entire site's PG rated crowd.
Copywrite: Rhapsody Studios, 2000-2008
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:44:37.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Rebirth (Possibly considered Mature rating, discression advised)
Actually, I'll post it to an admin for verification before posting... as it's uh.. provocative?
Heh, okies so I won't post it, after getting a couple proof's I don't think it's pg's enough for RDinn fair lol...
Moving on!
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:39:41.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 14:56:57 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Broken (Because we all have 'down days') (old)
Broken
Time and time again
Patience tested
Put on the line and then
Arrested
Try me now, you see,
I'll persevere
And respectively
Answers will be clear.
You push and shove, damnit
Leave me alone!
It doesn't accomplish shit,
So shut up; be gone...
Lucky for you, I'm strong inside.
I'm in complete control.
One's like you have always tried,
Yet nothing's left of the fire but coal.
Help me to understand
Why you do the things you do.
Tired of my feelings on demand,
It's better now that they're few.
Copywrite: Rhapsody Studios 2002-2008
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:34:51.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 15:33:49 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Countless Roads, a Single Door (Ode to the Red Dragon Inn) (old)
To walk the thousand paths we walk
And end at one same door
To come from places round the world
And make new friends galore
To share in laughs of joy and mirth
To share the tears of pain
To chat under eternal sun
While outside pours the rain
This Inn has opened humble doors
To countless walks of life
To venture in beyond its walls
Express one’s cheer or strife
A Lair of Creativity
A Bastion of Expression
A Monument of Liberty
A Shrine of dark Confession
This inn has through its many tales
Brought countless hours spent
On expanding the imagination
Of minds we’ve all forth sent
Lifetime friends by word of mouth
Romance between the lines
Give me hope that this dear Inn
Shall live throughout the times
To Innkeeper and faithful staff
From once wayward traveler’s heart
May tales be spun for years to come
And friendships never part.
Copywrite: C. Chatteron aka [email protected]
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:33:52.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 15:34:37 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Because Vilyamar dared me to do something.. metallish...
Because apparently all I wrote were love songs, Our resident Vilyamar asked me to try my hand at something... heavier? here's the results.
Desolation
v1:
Condemning the life I havn’t chosen to live
Siphoning away more than I have to give
Damning this world in the face of it all
Battered and broken unable to crawl
Chorus:
Bring down the ivory tower till it’s rubble at my feet
Revel in the anarchy its beauty is complete
The time has come to act no need for further contemplation
Desecrate, eradicate till utter desolation
v2:
Order found in chaos this kaleidoscopic view
The panoramic diagram of life is hardly true
Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday
Break down the walls when darkness falls no light shall find its way
Bring down the ivory tower till it’s rubble at my feet
Revel in the anarchy its beauty is complete
The time has come to act no need for further contemplation
Desecrate, eradicate till utter desolation
Bring down the ivory tower till it’s rubble at my feet
Revel in the anarchy its beauty is complete
The time has come to act no need for further contemplation
Desecrate, eradicate till utter desolation
Bridge:
Cast away yon wayward faith and rise from lowered knee
Stand alone, strong on your own the truth revealed to thee…
Bring down the ivory tower till it’s rubble at my feet
Revel in the anarchy its beauty is complete
The time has come to act no need for further contemplation
Desecrate, eradicate till utter desolation
Bring down the ivory tower till it’s rubble at my feet
Revel in the anarchy its beauty is complete
The time has come to act no need for further contemplation
Desecrate, eradicate till utter desolation(extend to fade)
Copywrite: Rhapsody Studios 2002-2008
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:12:49.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 14:13:10 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: If only for a chance
If Only For The Chance (old)
The following is a song with written musical score I composed a night last week when I was unable to sleep, lyrics, musical innotations and all came really easy that night, so I share it with you. (*) are for held beats to try and give an impression of rhythm) f is for Forté, Crecendo for increase in volume, and other musical terms.
Verse1:
A Millenium, has come and gone,(*,*)
Two decades don't seem that long;
I've learned so many things along, they way.(*,*)
And in the twenty years I've known,
I'm proud to say I've gone and grown;
From a boy into the man I am, today.(*,*)
I've had my share of ups and downs,
On life's big merry-go-round;
At the end of the day, I still stand here dazed.
And still I wish on the stars above,
To have and hold all I dream of;
And when I think, I can't help but be amazed.
Chrous:
Here I'm standing tall with pride
I've got no fears nothing to hide
Arms spread wide to the wind like a turtle dove(*,*)
I'll take that risk, and give it all
If only for the chance to fall
If only for a chance to fall in love.(*,*,*,*)
Verse2:
Up each day at the crack of dawn,(*,*)
last night's dreams have come and gone;
I'm ready once again to face, the day.
I'm walking through this world alone,
With no-one here to call my own;
Lord when will an angel come, my way.
Someone to love, forever true,
Someone to hold the whole night through;
Someone to dance along to love's , sweet rhyme.
With eyes I love to gaze into,
a smile to chase away my blues;
A love to last until, the end of time.
Here I'm standing tall with pride
I've got no fears nothing to hide
Arms spread wide to the wind like a turtle dove
I'll take that risk, and give it all
If only for the chance to fall
If only for a chance to fall in love.
Interlude:
Bridge: -build to crecendo-
I'm ready now to give it all
To reach those things that I dream of
Tell me what will it take to Fall
( f *,*,*,*)
(*,*)(*,*)
Tell me what will it take to fall in love(*,*)
Here I'm standing tall with pride
I've got no fears nothing to hide
Arms spread wide to the wind like a turtle dove
I'll take that risk, and give it all
If only for the chance to fall
If only for a chance to fall in love.
-repeat-
Here I'm standing tall with pride
I've got no fears no doubts inside.
Arms spread wide to the wind like a turtle dove I'll take that risk, and give it all
If only for the chance to fall
If only for a chance to fall in love.
(*,*,*,*)
If only for a chance...
To Fall in love
'Melody to Fade'
Copywrite: Rhapsody Studios 2002-2008
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:11:13.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 16:01:07 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Tell me What I'm made of
Tell me what I’m made of
Verse 1:
I linger in the darkness, longing to escape
Wondering about this world that desperately tries to relate
I struggle to my feet, trying to catch my breath
I’ve fallen (to the concrete) and I’m trapped beneath a shroud of death
Look into the fabled hourglass, the grains of life stare back at you
Watch the time slip through my fingers, gone away before I knew
It’s an amplified emotion, like tidal waves across the shore
A new sense of locomotion, reminding me there’s so much more
Chorus
Am I made of silver? Cause the light reflects off of my skin
Am I made of charcoal? Cause the dark is nestled deep within
Am I made of ice so cold?
Cause I feel so numb time after time
Am I made of fire raging?
Cause I’ve forged a soul that’s finally mine
Verse 2:
I don’t like looking in the mirror; cracks in the glass reflect my state of mind
The man staring back just seems so unkind
So now is the time, for me to look deep within
Where one lifetime ends, another begins
The man that I am, all that I’ll ever be
Is the same as the one staring straight back at me
So I’ll take a lesson from a like-minded soul
Today is the day, that I regain… control.
(And I ask myself)
Chorus
Am I made of silver? Cause the light reflects off of my skin
Am I made of charcoal? Cause the dark is nestled deep within
Am I made of ice so cold?
Cause I feel so numb time after time
Am I made of fire raging?
Cause I’ve forged a soul that’s finally mine
Verse 3:
Time and again, I’ve had my patience tested
Put on the line and then, halted, arrested.
Try me now, and you’ll see I’ll persevere
Respectively the answers will be clear
You push and you shove, damnit leave me alone
It doesn’t accomplish anything
So I’ve had enough, just shut up be gone
And ask yourself while you are leaving
Chorus:
Am I made of silver? Cause the light reflects off of my skin
Am I made of charcoal? Cause the dark is nestled deep within
Am I made of ice so cold?
Cause I feel so numb time after time
Am I made of fire raging?
Cause I’ve forged a soul that’s finally mine
(Repeat x2 to fade)
Copywrite: Rhapsody Studios: 2002-2008
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:09:44.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
So it's been forever since I've written anything creative wise on here, or at least posted anything. So, I tracked down some old things, cleaned em up and will post anew, along with some new stuff thrown in too. I'v written the musical accompanyment to a bunch of the following, but alas, RDINN won't allow it save for Doo dee doo dahs haha.
As ususal, comments, constructive criticism and all that jazz are encouraged and appreciated.
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:07:31.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 14:08:57 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Provided how I feel in about 10 hours..
I may get another update in provided everyone applicable has posted or a general concensus has been reached. (will review posts to confirm such)
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 13:37:11.
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Topic: When The Silence Breaks... Q/A
Subject: what the DM said...
cept I'll be trying to update sometime tonight before work.
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 13:34:42.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: update is done
Well.. you slaughtered my wave of pitiful creatures... who would've guessed?
time for phase two of the super evil plan for world domination...
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 09:40:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Tables are turned, and All Players should read along :D
As the lights went out, shrouding the oncoming enemy in a veil of darkness; the threats were barely illuminated save for fleeting moments as the moonlight washed over them as it peeked through the trees. In response, the adventurers rose to the challenge of combat once more, each taking to the call in their own individual way. Dylan, for his part, knowing his sight would hinder his effectiveness in combat chose to put his bardic talents to use instead, inspiring courage in his fellow companions. Many chose to dismount immediately in the time they had remaining, With only Linnix, Talus and Bart choosing to remain in the saddle.
Aelistae, with her natural Darkvision, dismounted from her saddle chose to aid the sight of her less fortunate comrades, calling forth four orbs of dancing light, positioning them around the head and tail ends of their convoy. Shining motes of light, giving off each the illumination equivalent to a lantern made all the difference in allowing those without her gift to better prepare.
Sight penetrating the darkness seemed to fade and return, fade and return to Linnix, who atop Tock had drawn her bow at the first signs of struggle. As soon as the first enemy came into the radius of Aelistae’s illumination, she fired, catching the goblin in the chest, and dropping him like a rock. This brought about a pause from the other goblin’s, each taking a stride backwards fearing losing their advantage of one sided vision, and there was a brief lull in combat (holding action), enough time for Intella to sneak off into the trees on the right, while Talus, previously endowed with invoked darkvision chose the closest threat, a goblin on the left, and plucked him from the face of Toril with a fierce eldritch blast.
Artanis and Xaris had both dismounted, drawing weapons and shields while taking a position on the outsides of their respected steeds waiting for the inevitable, while Bart remained in the saddle, trying to calm Alice’s nerves.
Intella had managed to sneak slowly between a pair of goblins on her right, taking note of the gnoll that paced forward just behind them. The goblins were testing their arms baring javelins preparing to simultaneously assail the line of targets wedged between them when Intella struck. Twin sianghams drove forward, but only one caught the surprised goblin with any degree of force, causing it to shriek in alarm and draw the attention of those around him to the brave little halfling.
Then came the assault, as a half dozen javelins came sailing out of the darkness towards the companions, but not a one found any gap in armor or place to rest in flesh, skin or horse hide successfully. That left only five unaccounted for enemies, the sole one on the left being the gnoll, his axe leading the charge as he laughed/howled like a hyena. The furry varmint rushed forward, breaching the barrier of light and reached over the cart to swing at Dylan, only to find the violinist more agile than expected, the axe only chipping a piece of wood from Tock’s cart.
In response, Bart atop Alice moved alongside the cart, with a thrust of his trident read pitchfork he placed a quartet of puncture wounds in the Gnoll’s upper torso, the creature grimacing in pain and sputtering blood in anger.
The Gnoll on the lower right charged forward as well, seeking to eliminate the witch who had brought forth light to spoil their surprise. His charge brought him easily before the priestess, but that charge was halted by the fine links of her chain armor as the Axe blade glanced down the intricate weave leaving a faint ring of sound in its wake.
The two goblins and the gnoll around Intella all moved to surround the diminutive lass, who quickly found her element of surprise shattered as javelins and a bearded axe all came for her. She easily dodged the goblins thrusts, her training bending her graceful form like a willow in the wind. Unfortunately a willow is no match for a well placed axe strike, and like the tree Intella’s body was hacked almost asunder as the axe came down in a decidedly unlucky blow, the top of the weighted axe clipping her skull on its descent, the blade stripping a solid inch of flesh and muscle from the halfling’s upper arm, exposing her clavicle, and sinew from crest to elbow. (Intella 15/36hp)
From the center of the ambush, Artanis could see the cluster of enemies, in the shadowed illumination outside the immediate vicinity of the dancing lights radius of effect. That however was all the brazen women needed, and with a cry of battle she took to the charge, rushing headstrong into the trees to savor the blood-rush of battle and feed the lust for blood of her blade. It only took a few long strides to take her into range of her first enemy, and with a single swipe of her finely crafted bastard-sword, the goblin found itself staring at it’s own body from the cold earth a moment before the severed head’s brain function ceased and the body slumped to the ground revealing Intella and her two other engaged opponents just opposite where she stood.
On the other side of the path, Xaris, much like Artanis took to the trees, for goblins were of his favorite enemies to kill. It was as though each one slain brought back some small portion of his family and friends that were slaughtered for a brief moment, or at least vindicated their death in some small way. His charge brought him to the first goblin he could find (about half way down on the left side as the upper two were previously killed) and much like a mirror of on the right, so too did Xaris fell his opponent in a single swing, his strike much less clean and tearing a bloody rend as it was pulled free from the slain greenskin.
End of Round 1
Beginning of Round 2
What had started off as a well planned ambush quickly turned into an all out struggle as the companions quickly took the fight to the enemy, breaking their ranks with spell, arrow and steel.
Aelistae, engaged in melee had every intention of showing her prowess in combat as much as any other; to remove any doubt that she was simply one for healing or a supportive role. After all, she was a sword maiden of Elistraee, a Darksong Knight, and her chosen weapon, the courtblade of the surface elves was as potent in her hands as the faith of her goddess. Bringing the sword back, the elongated blade trailing behind her, Aelistae subtly switched her handling on the hilt, and brought the blade skyward in a sweeping motion which had the tip grazing the earth until it flashed forward, and ended in a vertical position over her left shoulder, the gnoll’s blood trailing down the fine steel as it stared agape at its split leathers and torso from gut to sternum, the wound grievous enough end its life before the pain registered in the creatures small brain as anything more than a searing flash.
Linnix meanwhile took her time, waiting for another creature to pop into unobstructed view. Her patience was rewarded when her second arrow calmly claimed a goblin through the eye, her training at ranged weapons certainly showing this evening as another perfect strike.
Xaris and Bart, similarly had success on the left side of the path, clearing the field of any enemies with a slash and a jab, felling the last gnoll and goblin before them.
Dylan kept the pace going with his riveting tune, the bow running across the strings at a feverish pace, raising the momentum of combat as his comrades quickly seemed to turn the tide.
Intella, wounded, weakened, would not- could not afford to give the momentous pain a second thought for to do so would be to invite disaster. Instead, she cross-stepped, and lashed out at the gnolls throat, her form arched like a diagonal dowsing rod as her lead foot snapped forward, her torso and head arched back in extension as her arch crushed the windpipe of the much taller opponent, stunning it permanently as it died clutching its throat.
(I took a DM’s prerogative here, deigning since you’ve successfully dodged every goblin attack against you in two encounters, you’d deem the gnoll as a greater threat and need to be stunned)
Suddenly going from the favorable odds of three on one to being outnumbered two to one, the goblin nearest Intella’s morale, already shaken by Artanis’ decapitation of its comrade all but shattered when the tall woman with the sword that promised it only death approached. With a feeble lunge of its javelin towards the woman, the crude implement splintering upon contact with her breastplate, the goblin saw its life flash before its eyes, before Artanis’ blade ended it in yet another single strike. Hardly a challenge, she wished she had a chance to face off against a gnoll or some other more worthy adversary.
Talus, his darkvision allowing him clear sight of the few remaining goblins lined up a shot, and like a sharpshooter his dark bolt of eldritch might took the greenskin in the chest, bending him backwards by the sudden jolt of extra energy conjured forth by the warlock. (Critical ray lol)
A pair of goblins’ remaining, their cowardice their only saving grace took off into the night, running in different directions off into the trees calling out Bolikar! Bolikar ! At the top of their lungs. (All out Run Full round Action)
The path cleared once more for the moment, the companions had a brief reprieve to recover and regroup before they would need to move on again. Somewhere in the distance, a second horn blew, much like the first Aelistae and Intella had heard, though this one, received and returned in kind by a second blast further to the north could be heard by all.
NOTE TO ALL PLAYERS:
Suddenly, in response to the resounding horns, from the rooftop of the stronghold shot a multitude of lights, fireworks it would seem, that exploded into brilliant red hued flashes of light that lingered in the sky surrounding the keep, illuminating the area below in a crimson glow for 50 yards in any direction. The Keep was officially on high alert now, and something, someone, or perchance, a multitude of each had the goblin forces astir. Amidst the crackling explosions of the fireworks formed a massive face of a Orc with Ogrish features. In a rumbling voice it bellowed across the land in a rather surprisingly intelligent, and understandable dialect of common. “Return to the Keep my Minions. Return to regroup, where we will then march out in force, and stomp these urchins which dare defy the will of Bolikar, the will of Gruumsh! The time for humans is nearing an end, and their hit and run tactics shall fall under the mighty foot of the united might of the six-clans! Return to the Keep, from where we shall surge forth like a wave and sweep aside those in the north, south, east and west for the insignificant insects they are. Bolikar see’s all, as Gruumsh wishes it. Bolikar crushes all who stand before him!”
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 09:35:50.
Edited on 2008-09-22 at 09:38:19 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: You are correct
That in my update based on your old post (I'd have simply let you do as much as possible per round of your post, then completed it as available for subsequent rounds.)
On that note. I'll be rereading/ updating right now for the main group.
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 05:54:29.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: By my line of thought
Her post breaks down her dismount as a move action (the ride check is to dismount and still move in the same round) then her standard action is invoking her racial ability to call forth the dancing lights. I'm not sure it or i can make it any clearer i'm afraid.
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 09:28:23.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Atharam & co.
Atharam interrogated the whelp of a goblin while Hawkrill and Seleyon were commanded to search the camp for anything of value in a brief preliminary search. As was expected of lowly goblins however little was found, save multiple clan markings revealing a trio of blue chevrons against a white field. What little coin was found was insubstantial, and the only item of relative quality was the axe the orc never managed to bring to bear. Hawkril did manage however to find a rough map of the area inked onto a scrap piece of leather, and he relayed it to Atharam after they met at the rendevous point. (Same map as on page 50)
Seleyon, after dispatching the goblin reappeared, carrying nothing save a scrap piece of parchment she pulled from the orc’s dead body. Upon it, it eloquent cursive far too neat for orcish hands to have written was the following.
Bolikar wishes more forces from the caves to strengthen your camp. You have 48 hours to increase your numbers by 30% or he who is blessed by the One-Eye shall be paying your camp a visit personally. Numbers are marginal for the next stage of growth. Keep raids pushing south, but do not engage militant resistance. We cannot allow the folk of the south to know our true numbers. Soon they shall know the fury of the “six”-clans combined force, and rue the day they ever thought themselves a force to rival mighty Bolikar.
K
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 01:24:31.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A brush with Fate
Elendil was already using the last of her Healing Belt’s charges for the day, (Elendil 48/49HP) hefting a Gnoll’s axe when Brownyn, a safe distance away posed the question to the capture man in the cage. “Hello. Who are you?” She asked, and the man did little to respond other than to bundle himself up into a smaller ball as Elendil hacked at the cage, splintering it after a few good swings and clearing enough bars to allow the man to squeeze through with little effort.
When the figure stood, he was no longer the hunched over mass of cloak or man, but a tall lithe human with a deeply tanned complexion darkened still by the shadows cast from the hood of his cloak over his face. Dressed in studded leathers of dark browns and greens, the figure bears an empty bandoleer across his chest, stripped of the daggers it once held. His hands are covered in leather gloves bearing the print of a bird, a swallow across the back of each. His legs are garbed in a simple set of leather pantaloons leading to simple traveler’s boots which fall silently with each step.
As the man looks up at his would be rescuers, Elendil mentions the need to move quickly, but the man grabs her by the arm and holds her firm catching her eye. “You shouldn’t have freed me. Now I’ll never get near enough to Bolikar to kill him. I don’t know what you ladies think you’re doing playing hero but you’re likely to get yourselves killed out here.” The man gives a shrill whistle and released Elendil’s arm. From the skies shot a streak across the moon and into the clearing came a hawk, its feathers a rich brown save for the single golden tuft of feathers just above the tail. Swooping down in front of the figure, the bird dropped a set of keys, before landing on his shoulder, where he petted it affectionately.
“I could have gotten out at any time.” The man reiterates dangling the keys. “But what’s done is done, and this place is not safe. Let us make haste.”
With that the trio, along with buttercup hastened down the forest path away from the mine, and closer to the Keep, where they sought refuge off the beaten trail much to Buttercup’s dismay as branches and pine needles scratched at her sides.
The figure looked towards the two women, whose eyes showed they wanted answers, probably to more questions than he could answer, but he owed them at least a proper introduction. “Consider yourselves as having a brush with Fate, for that be my name. Fate Damascus, though certainly you ladies don’t look to be the types that belong in these parts. As his grey eyes fell over Elendil he wondered why the elf had left the Wealdath, lest she was one of their scouts, surveying the swelling of goblinkind so near their borders, but the other one, seemed more apt to be in a library or school than out in the foothills of the mountains with her joke of a pony.
“I am of the Black Claw Mercantile company, sent upon compensation to rid these hills of Bolikar, the head of this verminous body of filth. Knowing that combating his entire force would likely be suicide, I allowed myself to be captured to be brought to Bolikar for interrogation, torture or whatever the brute had planned. It was there I planned to strike.” Fate looked to the south where more Drums blared, and a second horn answered the first with a series of short sharp blasts.
“It would seem however that you and your companions have interrupted that plan. How many of there are you? By the sounds of things you’ve brought a sizeable force to contest Bolikar’s might?”
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 01:11:14.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Jozan
Jozan posted in the coming and goings thread that he had lost internet and it would be some time before he got it back, he posted to me recently he had gotten it back sporaticalyl but only had like a 1/2 hour online a day at the present time.
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 00:36:34.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Bootskull?
Thondrek barely haad time to digest the words of their goblin 'sponsor' before the reckless carnage was started, not by the orc's on the opposite side of the field, but by Kurok, who with a single spring on his toes made off for a charge towards the skull. Seeing the Chak in action, snapped Thondrek from his musings of this rediculous situation, and as Geim spoke of warnings and tactics, Thondrek as already on the move, bringing up the rear of Kurok, with a 'Flare spell ready to go off in the eyes of the firs Orc to cross the Chak's path.'
Should Kurok 'double back' the skull to Thondrek, he'll bring to mind a swift expedious retreat (swift action) to boost his speed and charge ahead much like Kurok.
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 23:26:21.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Since we're all speaking out.
First and foremost, I've read and reread the Bootskull scenario a half dozen times, and because it ends in such a fashion where we're told we're playing the game but the game hasn't actually started, and there's nothing strictly to 'react to'. (Ie I don't even know who has the skull, was a whistle blown to begin or what...) I was waiting to see if someone would post something that I could react to..
This falls on my shoulder's and noone elses, particularly due to the fact that this past couple weeks has been very Trying of my time. On top of regular working 40-50 hours a week at my normal job, I've just taken on the planning and CAtering of a 200-250ppl wedding in my free time, And, have restarted the works on opening a third LARP in the area. As such, and Brianna and DM can testify, I've been kept from doing alot of posting, I must have told them I'd update for them every day now for a week... (To which I say again Sunday!..I hope).
I've not lost interest in the game, far from it the Bootskull Scenario really piqued my interest as a new and fun way to go about things. Real life it seems has hit the majority of your players with alot on their plate all at once these past couple weeks.
I can understand your frustration as a DM who lost Nomachron due to similar reasons after 3 great years. AS such I also understand if you want to restart or take it in a new direction, but if you can bare with me/us I hope we can keep this going as like I've said before, it's my Saturday morning routine to come read your updates and start my day with a brain buzz of creativity. But since we havn't been posting that leavesl ittle for you to update to and well, I've thrown a wrench in my own well oiled routine machine lol. But yeah, long story short, please bare with us, but if not I understand.
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 23:15:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Records of lodoss
Dangles his autographed copy of the movie signed by the lovely voice of deedlit. Now i want to watch that again. But i'm at work!
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 09:31:22.
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