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Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: Map of Tuu'Palurin added...
...to the "Basics - The Planet" post above.
Map could use some work, still... addition of cities,towns, villages, landmarks,etc... but it's in a decent enough state as is to provide a general idea, anyway. 
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 13:37:30.
Edited on 2013-12-20 at 13:39:55 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: Races
I wanted to "adjust the races" in accordance with the predominant feel on the planet during the timeframe of the events surrounding "Fates" and, to that end, Im began constructing the following list ... Note that "halfling" in most cases, here(and the following entries, at least for now), does not refer to the hobbit-like/ D&D style halfling with which we are all so familiar. Instead, in the world surrounding Drasnia, "halfling" is a somewhat derogatory term used to refer to any individual of any mixed heritage, be it elf/human, human/dwarf, etc...
- Humans (Braudians, "Brauds")
- "Elves"
- Mith'ganni ("Twilight Elves")
- Dur'mani ("Wood Elves")
- "High Elves"
- "Snow Elves"
- "Dwarves"
- Chaks
- Gnomes
- Hupaks
- "Lizard Folk"
((Note: Much more to come on races as I imagine there are many more "sentient" beings on the face of our little world (i.e. I know from compliling Mith'gannis history that therm are gnolls (or at least gnoll-like creatures on the plains of Shanurdir)... also, I have recently been asked about the existence of "true" hobbit-like halflings on Corelaari and, as I have yet to truly discuss this possibility with Meri, I truly don't know the "official" answer... sooo... stay tuned. Additional Note: As always, it bears mentioning that Tek is the original creator of the Mith'ganni race - as well as the term Dur'mani where it applies to Wood Elves - and graciously allowed me to 'hijack and/or modify' the breed as it is presented in the Fates tableau. Also, many of the racial 'names' listed above are simply 'placeholders' or designations 'borrowed' from other/existing sources until such a time as more 'world-centric' monikers can be thought up... More to come.)
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 03:19:20.
Edited on 2018-11-18 at 14:06:43 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: Oceans and Seas
I also imagined five oceans and/or seas on our little world of Corelaari... and named them (or not) as follows: Oceans/Seas:
- Sea of Daranjaya
- The Yara'Maskan Reach
- The Cauldron Sea
- Fortunes Finger
- ...?
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 03:08:58.
Edited on 2018-11-18 at 14:05:01 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: Basics - The Planet
I have imagined that the world on which these tales take place is most commonly (and generally) referred to as "Corelaari" by its inhabitants. Humans may have started referring to it as "The Earth" or, even more simply, "The World" but, for the ost part, the place is still referred to by it's original elvevn (or is it early draconic?) designation. To this point, I've imagined the world with a single, yellow moon, and a current total of five continents:
- Crownspire (or "Old Ellis"... the origination point for the human race)
- Greater Ellisia (a relatively large continent conquered early on in the Braudian Empire's history)
- Tuu'Palurin (the largest continent on the planet and, on the west coast, the location of Drasnia).
- Gabonsa'a (a marshy, murky land thick with lizard folk and a common slave raiding and colonization sight for the Braudians)
- "The Waste" (another relatively large continent that was rendered all but useless in the very early expansion attempts of the Brauds... rumored to be the home of Corelaari's last remaining dragons.
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 02:49:21.
Edited on 2018-11-18 at 14:04:22 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: LOL
I hadn't really decided, yet, to be honest... It seems to me though, right off the top of my head, it should be always capitalized or, at the least, capitalized where race vs individual... Whadda you think?
Oh... and speaking of basics...
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 02:35:33.
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Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
This thread will serve as an open topic regarding "world building efforts" in and around the framework as presented in the Fates of Fortune,Fates of Fortune - Prelude, and other threads related to the adventures involving Nyx Shyndyn and Cayrimisa Ettelennya. It will also serve as a "collection point" for all of the 'broad stroke' ideas I have had in the past months/years which I have yet to thoroughly hash out with Meri... and as she is my chief collaborator and muse in all of this, things are subject to change as she provides input (since I made many of these 'broad strokes' at a time when both she and I were "taking a break" from our little world and the tales spun therein).
Anyway... forthcoming are my initial thoughts on Drasnia and the world which surrounds her... the basics of slavery's history and tradition, and much, much more... If you are a fan or lurker of/in the "Fates of Fortune" and related threads, stay tuned... hell, chip in.... there'll be lots more information to come and to discuss as we go.
Next up: The origins of our little world and where Meri and I have taken it since those early days... or, if you prefer, "How Nyx and Cay Became Such an Item at the Inn."
Stay tuned, faithful readers... there is sooooo much more on it's way... and a good deal of it will give those of you who have been following along a nifty little glimpse and, perhaps, the opportunity to contribute to, the world in which Nyx and Cay operate.
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 02:18:02.
Edited on 2013-12-20 at 12:32:01 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Interested in Redwall / Mistmantle -esque game with an
Subject: Ack!
I could totally dig playing a sneaky, thieving otter but, I'm already really pushing the limits of my writing time with everything else I'm involved in hereabouts. :/
Will most assuredly be lurking, though. Looks as if it'll be a fun romp!
Posted on 2013-12-19 at 16:04:34.
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Topic: Prelude - Fates of Fortune
Subject: Well good... because I'm not! ;)
The Mith'ganni listened as the ianter droned on about magic and his high minded ideals of how, at one point, it had belonged to all people regardless of their ethnic heritage, about how it still belonged to all but some had chosen to forget, and it bored and angered him all at once. Nyx had very little use for magic. Although he, himself, had learned a trick or two that were helpful to his work along the way, he thought of them as just that, tricks, illusions, sleight of hand, not true magic. That sort of thing, to his mind, was best left in the hands of so-called shamans and scholars and others of their ilk, the selfish, the weak, and the useless,
The Jolbane possessed some of the most powerful magic on the Steppes, after all, and what good did it do him, a dark inner voice reminded him, It didn't save the clan when the round-ears came for them, did it? No, he didn't even bother to so much as utter the beginnings of a spell to try and save them, did he? Just ran away and hid in that cave because he was so much more important than the others, even Lyssa,
,From his hiding place, driven by something in the memories evoked by that malevolent voice inside, Nyx was glowering, now, at the old elf and was very nearly imagining that the ancient point-ear was the Jolbane and the girl across the table was Lyssa, they might have been sitting by the stove in the old shaman's epele, sharing a mare's milk and, perhaps, having a conversation similar to this one, and when the slavers stormed the camp, the old shaman would piss his pants and flee, leaving his own daughter there to,
,And magic didn't save him when you came for him, either, the phantom voice interposed itself over Nyx's imaginings, did it? No, you took his hands off before he could sketch the first sigil in the air, took his head before a single word of power could be spoken, where was the magic to stop that, hm?..
His fingers, he realized, were curled around the hilt of his blade and were on the verge of drawing the thing forth, and Nyx had to bite his tongue in order for the "Dina lle" he willed at the voice not to escape his lips as audibly spoken words. Clenching his teeth while forcing his fingers to relax and let go of the blade, the assassin settled back on his heels and tried to focus on the conversation between the apothecary and the girl over the sinister laughter that echoed through his mind at that moment,
"You have the sight. You knew I was coming tonight."
,he hugged his knees in an attempt to keep his hands clear of his weapons,
"I even saw what you would ask me to do."
,shut his eyes and rested his head against his knees, too, trying to will away the fantasy images of Lyssa and her father that he'd superimposed over the pair in the room beyond the shelves,
"Then tell me. If I take this path, this path you have laid out for me, what will come?"
Blood. Pain. Death. Suffering.
"Blood, pain, death, suffering,"
,Nyx looked up, then, blinking through the makeshift peephole through the sundries on the shelf when the old apothecary's words echoed those which Prien had just murmured, I believe I would like to have this thread, Shyndyn, the Executioner's voice decided even as it diminished in his mind, collect it for me, won't you?,
"Then why," the peredhil was demanding of the old elf. Her amber eyes were ablaze, dancing with a fire light by confusion and, perhaps, anger, and they veritably glowed with light even though they were veiled still in the shadows cast by the brim of her hat. "Why send me on this path if it will only bring me these things? Why not send me down some other path?"
"I ask myself the same question," the apothecary sighed, "over and over again, there is no good answer melamin."
,Of course, my master, Nyx murmured, at last, as an inward and, somehow, distracted response to Prien's parting request,
"Would you stop calling me that!!"
,The death god hadn't been specific as to which of these souls he wanted reaped,
"Hmm? Oh, melamin? I'm sorry, I do not know your name, only what he calls you. Or will call you."
,but Nyx was fairly certain by now which one he would be taking,
"You knew I was coming but you do not know my name? You knew what I wanted done but not my name? And what do you mean, what he calls me?"
"Let me clarify. I do not know who you ARE. I only know who you may be. If you take this path you will someday encounter a man, and I have seen you as he will. To me your name is melamin because he uses that word for you, and with such sweetness and tenderness that it has nearly broken my heart to hear it whispered in my dreams,"
,Pach! A once tedious lecture on the arcane has devolved into some syrupy, love-sick minstrel's farce!,
"But, you said blood, and pain,"
"There is that. And love.
All of the paths open to you are soaked in blood melamin. That is who you are, there is no getting away from it. I have long suspected that you would not be a good woman, and now that you are in my presence I know I was right. But only by going down this path will you meet him. All those other paths, soaked in blood, you will walk down alone."
,Moon-yellow orbs rolled jadedly in the charcoal-painted sockets of a mith'ganni skull,
"But,"
,as the young woman's voice whispered so softly into the air, though, those same eyes fixed on her and, it seemed, his cynicism had turned into a hard lump in his throat that demanded swallowing,
",who is he?"
"I know not," the old elf answered, "All I know is that he too is dark and blood soaked. He would have to be to love you in such a way. But I do not see him, I only see you, through him. I fear that the joining of your paths will start Drasnia down a nightmare from which we will only awake at your deaths."
,Drasnia's nightmare is already here, Nyx sneered, his hand once again resting almost languidly upon the hilt of his blade,
"Then why!?" the girl's tone rose as she snatched at the old healer's fingers. "I beg of you again. Why set me down this path?"
,Begging, the Mith'ganni smirked despite somehow - and for some unknown reason - feeling some empathy for the half-breed girl, Pathetic,
"I cannot help it," the old elf replied, and audible tremor affecting his voice, now, "After seeing the depths of his love for you, I simply cannot beg you to go down a path where you end up alone. I should. I should not have said a word about magic, better yet I should have locked my door tonight and gone for a drink around the corner chanced this meeting between us to never happen, but I couldn't."
,Oh, just get on with whatever it is the slitch is here to do, Nyx started to fume, There is work to be done and the preparations must be made!,
"I know you saw the book. Take it when you leave. I will do what you have asked, I will take your payment for it, and you will leave. And don't ever return. Think on what I have told you, seek the stars for guidance,"
,Yes, the Mith'ganni agreed, look to the stars for guidance, little cousin. Perhaps the wisest thing this ba'er has said all night. The stars will provide better guidance than anything in that book,
The old elf then said; "en'sina aa'Seldarine poikaya amin."
,and Nyx almost laughed. Oh, the gods will cleanse you, old one, that much is certain, I do not, however, think that you'll much enjoy the process, nor the particular god with whom your audience has been arranged, yes?
Posted on 2013-12-19 at 15:41:34.
Edited on 2016-05-04 at 09:36:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Prelude - Fates of Fortune
Subject: Didn't expect I'd leave this alone, did you?
The job was done. The most immediate evidence of that fact, now, was the still-damp spatter and smear of blood that streaked the assassin's coat. Any other confirmation that Death had visited Drasnia in such a foul manner tonight would not be found until the morning at the soonest,
By some fishmonger's wife scrubbing her laundry in the river, likely, that assassin smirked to himself, imagining that very scenario playing out, some over-painted, over-round breeder woman knelt on the banks of the fetid Reyal, trying to scrub fishguts and the like from her aprons and skirts, the fabric going fouler as opposed to refreshed as the blood-filled water seeped through it, the squeals and screams of her horror as the shredded bodies bobbed to the surface, That would be a glorious sight, yes?
The shadow-cloaked Mith'ganni stopped his transit across the cities rooftops, now, and, standing at the edge of a precariously pitched gable, cast his yellow-eyed gaze skyward. His pale lips (stained dark, now, by the charcoal he had used to paint the semblance of a skull upon his sharp featured face) split into something of a comforted smile as his eyes picked familiar constellations out of the cold night sky. He sank into a crouch, then, there, at the edge of the roof, forced his gaze from the heavens and let them pan across the nightscape of Drasnia, One day, the elf swore to himself, his sight falling on the river that bisected the city, I shall fill that river with their corpses and then it will flow with even more filth than that with which Men have already soiled her!
A sinister laughter erupted in his mind at that and, as the night seemed to cool all the more, the assassin shrugged his cloak about him and wrapped his arms around his knees as he turned his eyes toward the glittering night sky. Perhaps, in time, the voice that followed the laughter said as the Twilight Elf's gaze paused on the spray of winking red stars known as ‘The Threadcutter's Axe,' but not until I say, Shyndyn. I allowed you your fun in Labaram, Drasnia is to be different, There are many threads to be severed, here, and in that number, I'm sure that you will find more than one opportunity to slake your thirst for vengeance, But you will cut each of those threads only by my guidance, Should I have need for you to kill all of Drasnia at once, I will be certain to let you know.
"Of course," Nyx whispered, his expression as cold as the inky sky that blanketed the city, "O' Executioner."
Good, the voice answered, already dwindling away, Stare at your stars, then, Mith'ganni, and mind this city, I have much work for you here,
"Wonderful," the assassin muttered in reply, "I do so love Drasnia."
Drasnia.
Jewel of the Empire if one listened to the descriptions given by the round-eared, monkey-faced breeders that crawled the place like so many paching roaches. A shining hub of culture and commerce; a thriving tribute of breath, blood, and gold to their gluttonous god, Naxir, on the continent that this breed of so-called Men had renamed Braudia, Or was it Ellis East...no matter, when their infestation began. The gnomes had called it ‘Untii'nân' when the industrious little folk had laid the city's groundwork centuries ago and, even before that, his own people had known this continent as Tuu'palurin.
None of these Men would know that, though. None would as much as care. It meant nothing to their own history; had no bearing on their designs or desires; nor would either, ever. No, Men cared for nothing more than their singular selves and the accumulation of wealth and status. To Men, those of the lesser races - Dwarves, Gnomes, even Elves - were of little more use or consequence to them than were the copper, silver, and, sometimes, golden coins which they tossed one another so impulsively, just a commodity to be bought, sold, or traded for something the previous owner found more desirable, or reliable, as it were. Either way, it's certainly an economically sound and ethical trade for all parties involved, isn't it?
Even Nyx knew this, that everything had its price,Nyx had learned this from Men; that all things were commodities - land, grain, food, water, wine, and gold, livestock (both animal and humanoid), even death, yes, death was big trade among Men, he knew, Nyx should have known, Nyx dealt in death,and Nyx hadn't been in the company of Men long, had been in Drasnia even less time, and he hated it. Were it not for the guidance of the stars (and the direction from his god), the Mith'ganni, doubted that he would have tarried here any longer than it took to confirm that Lyssa was not anywhere to be found within this stinking place's walls. But the stars had led him here and Prien, of course, kept him busy (and his thirst for vengeance satisfied) with threads to sever and so he stayed, and silently bemoaned moments like this one which found him alone with the stars that had drawn him here.
Why here? he demanded of them for perhaps the thousandth time, crouching at the roof's edge and letting his gaze wander the constellations in search of the answer he was beginning to doubt could ever be gleaned. Only the Threadcutter's Axe seemed ever to wink in reply and, all in all, that reply was unnecessary, he knew that he was here to kill but there had to be more. All his life the stars had given him direction and reason and, for all his life, he had never questioned that guidance, but it had been so long since they had led him away from Shanurdir, so long since they had brought him to Drasnia, he had begun to wonder if the sea had somehow stymied the stars and, as such, he would languish here until Prien decided to sever his thread and he would never know, "Why here?" he whispered to the sky, and, above him, the Eyes of Ulareene flickered, and, below him, the scrape and thud of boots that were too large for the feet that wore them snatched at his attention.
Nyx's moon-colored eyes abandoned the stars, then, and flicked down to the alleyway to catch sight of the curiously garbed figure that, too, seemed to have just given up on its, her, own perusal of the Drasnian night sky. The large brim of the hat she wore, as she turned her face from the sky and back to the path before her, obscured her face from view all too quickly but Nyx had seen enough to discern the hint of elven-wrought features,
Curious, Nyx thought, his gaze following as the woman proceeded gracefully (despite the sound of those too large boots) along the thoroughfare towards the door of a shop, the faded sign that hung in front of the place hawked the skills of the healer within, Rare enough to see a free elf on these streets, at this hour, Rarer still that her manner of dress isn't, something more, yes? Even the poorest of Drasnia's free (or freed) "sub-humans" seemed always to find the coin to dress themselves in attire that was, at least, clean and in keeping with some semblance of fashion, but this poor creature's choice of apparel was, Curious, indeed.
He hadn't truly realized that he was following her until he found himself perched on the roof of the building that was her destination, and it wouldn't be until many years later that he would understand exactly why he had followed her to begin with, Peering down at her from the shadow cast by the crumbling chimney of the place, Nyx watched in oddly rapt fascination as she tentatively opened the door of the Fallaner shop and, it seemed, almost hesitated to cross the threshold once she had. It was in that moment that he, too, felt some sharp pang of the trepidation that seeped from the young woman on the stoop below and, in that space between heartbeats, scolded himself for being distracted by something that was obviously nothing to begin with,
Why bother yourself with the likes of this? Because you find her garb off-putting?
Pach! The boredom induced by this place addles your mind, Shyndyn! You would be better served filching a skin of wine and finding a place to rest until you are needed again, Why care what this one is up to? Eccentric free-elf or escaping slave, most likely, and, whether one or the other, neither concerns you.
That round-ear graveyard west of here, though, that could bear another look, couldn't it?
,Nyx had started to slink away from the roof's edge just then, content to leave the woman below to wallow in her indecision, but she didn't wallow. Instead, she squared her shoulders into a more determined set and, as he heard her suck in a steeling breath, stepped through the doorway, and Nyx, again, found himself profoundly curious as to what this odd girl could be up to at an apothecary at this late hour,
The things I do to spite monotony, he smirked inwardly as he moved closer to the roof's edge rather than away. As the door below closed with a muffled bang, Nyx stepped into the void above the alleyway, turned as he fell, grasped the edge of the roof as he passed and, in so doing, swung himself through an open window on the apothecary's upper floor. He landed softly in what was, apparently, a bedchamber and lingered there only long enough to assure himself that no one had been made aware of his arrival. When no alert was sounded and there was not even the sound of the footsteps of someone coming to investigate, the Mith'ganni crept from the room and, sometime shortly after the murmurings of conversation reached his ears, found himself prowling the darkened fringes of the building's ground floor.
"An unusual request," Nyx heard a male voice, notably accented by predilection toward a native elven tongue, say, "I am unsure how to price such a procedure. Did you have something in mind?"
There was a pregnant pause in the conversation, here, and Nyx, having just made his way to a darkened spot between two rows of well stocked shelves, halted his progress. He was stealthy enough to escape human detection easily enough in this city, he had no doubt but, given that the two he was currently stalking were of elven descent, he worried that his whisper-silent steps might be heard even above the crackle and pop of the fire on the hearth. He was in a position, now, that, should he be able to adjust some of the sundries on one of the shelves, he might be able to have a better view of the pair, anyway, and, with each crackle and pop of the fire during that lull in dialogue, he would reach out and slide a bottle this way and a box that in order to construct a suitable peep-hole,
"Yes,"
The woman he had followed into the place answered just as Nyx's fingers, first, nudged aside a phial labeled in the script of wood elves as ‘Nightshade', then, as if in afterthought, closed around the thing and slipped it into a pocket within his coat. The removal of that phial provided the last bit of clearance he needed to actually see the pair seated across the table from one another and he watched as the woman, her face still veiled in the shadow of her hat's brim, extracted a coin purse from beneath her cloak. Her fingers tried to tug the oily string that held it closed but they fumbled over the knot uselessly.
Without a word the elder, silver-haired elf reached over and took the purse from her, effortlessly undid the knot and spilled the coins across the table. Nyx smelled the coppery tang of the blood that the healer now touched, and, as the old pharmacist assented to accept the payment and wiped the blood from his finger onto the oil-cloth that covered the table, the Mith'ganni quirked a brow and studied the young woman in the new light which the blood smeared coins had cast upon her,
"Good," the strangely dressed girl said, then, "And let's get this clear; I don't want any of that Elven magic used on me,"
That quirked brow climbed a bit higher at that. Elven magic?
"Elven magic?" the apothecary's words echoed Nyx's thought to a word even if the tone was different.
"Yes," the woman answered, her tone edging away from uncertain to angry, "is that clear?"
"I am a bit unclear about what Elven magic is exactly."
Nyx, too, was interested in her answer for some reason,
"You know what I mean," the girl retorted, "magic, all magic, it's all Elven. And I don't want any of it, not for the procedure, not for the healing, I'll handle the pain, I'll handle the wound, just no magic."
,and the healer's reaction to that answer,
"Since when was magic Elven?" He asked simply, ignoring the rest of her prostrations.
Is it the magic bit she takes issue with, Nyx wanted the old elf to ask, or the Elven part? He had seen enough of her face, by now, to have realized that, while the blood of tel'quessir did run in her veins, there was a certain fullness to her features and a roundness to her eyes that betrayed the taint of human blood, as well. The girl was a half-breed.
The brim of her hat flounced as her head shook in exasperation and she sighed, "Since forever. Everyone knows that, now can we please get back onto the subject here?"
"No. Not yet. Let us not be in such a rush to mutilate yourself,"
Mutilate yourself? Nyx's scowl deepened. I have missed a good deal of the bargain, it seems, His yellow gaze ticked, as limited as it was in the confines of the peep-hole he'd constructed for himself, between the half-elf girl and the old pharmacist, and he wondered what sort of ‘mutilation' the former might have requested and, if he truly considered it mutilation, why the so-called healer, was even giving the request his consideration, at all, What is it that you plan on having this ianter do to you, little cousin?
", they know a few basic incantations," the peredhil had said in resigned rejoinder to the old man's query as to other races having their share of mana-slingers, "enchantments barely, and most of which are said in the Elven tongue, so obviously they were taught the trick by elves." Then with a sideways look into the fire she muttered quietly, "And it is not mutilation, it is improvement,"
Something dark swirled in the Mith'ganni's gut at that and that dark thing enticed a rage in his mind that, had he succumbed to it, might have meant the death of both the "healer" and his "patient" in that moment. As that bloodlust swelled, though, so, too, did the remembrances of the stars that flickered in answer to his question, not so long ago on this very night, of ‘why here' and, so, he swallowed his wrath for whatever reason and forced himself to remain still and attentive as the conversation continued.
"Not exactly correct melamin."
"You know I really don't care."
"But you should. Magic is strong with you."
Nyx's eyes narrowed further at this revelation from the old, silver-haired elf, though whether from distrust of magicians or given the fact that something about the girl's amber eyes and the tendrils of her auburn hair that escaped her hat blinded him when they caught the light, even he wouldn't know for quite some time. Regardless of the reason, the Mith'ganni assassin held his secreted position and continued to watch and listen as the old one cowed her into listening to his lecture on the origins and use of magic, and, then, waited, for whatever might transpire next,
Posted on 2013-12-18 at 23:47:48.
Edited on 2016-05-04 at 09:30:57 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Well...
...we apparently should be on the Tisbuh's list... I think... Soooo, my thoughts are that we just walk on up to the door and see ourselves in, right?
Aaaaaand... if the TSBs do decide to play "no go inny"... well... then we do something AWESOME!!!... Like make them swallow Frosty-Virago and Frosty-Romeo and then make the li'l snowguys have a wrestling match!!! That sounds good... let's do that!
Posted on 2013-12-18 at 15:47:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Busy weekend...
...didn't have much time for a post but am hoping to rectify that, today.
As to weapons, Sifu is quite comfy with his monk's spade, escrima sticks, and rope dart (if they're needed).
Anyhoo... as stated... hoping to have a post for the little guy by sometime this afternoon. 
Posted on 2013-12-16 at 14:18:47.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Huh? What?
 *quickly stuffs film clips in his pockets and tries to look innocent* I dunno whatcher talkin' 'bout... I... ummm... the nude scene... ahhh... what I'm trying to say is...
What?
*whistles*
Don't know nuthin' 'bout no nude scene 'ceptin' fer the one where Sifu's in the cave nekkid, puhn yoh... and I ain't rightly sure exactly how that happened. GM perogative I reckon...
Posted on 2013-12-12 at 19:28:44.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Also... POST!
I have no idea what that was all about... but it was fun, anyway... plus Virago and Danyael still go on in some frozen-fashion, so that's a good thing, too, isn't it?
Maybe it's just crazy... I'm no judge... or am I?
No... I think maybe I made a slushy out of a corrupt judge, once, but I don't think that I'm a judge, myself... I don't even think I've done jury duty, either, come to think of it... Hmmm... no judge... no jury... I guess I'm just the executioner, then... or is that Ice Cream Man?
*shrugs*
Same thing... you guys like my snowmen?
((Ow! Percy poked my brain!))
Posted on 2013-12-12 at 18:34:02.
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Hey, it's Percy! And he's (literally) made some new friends!
Percy found himself just a little bit baffled following the events at Fantastico Arena. The others had said something about a guy called “The Canadian” and playing a hockey game with the Wildfires, there, but, really, all Percy had brought out of the place was the dreamy memory of an antique soft-serve machine and a couple of miniature snowmen. There was the vague recollection, too, of more snowmen – a veritable army of the little frozen guys, in fact, formed up all over the ice-rink back in that old arena – but, for whatever reason, he’d decided that only these two were allowed to come along with him on his route…
“Maybe the other ones were sinners,” he mused, his rubber-lipped smile stretching up almost to the corners of his too large eye as he patted the two frozen heads that peeked out of his apron pockets, “and we had to scoop out their souls for sundaes…”
Kate, Downhouser, and Vitali filed past him, just then, and there were more than a handful of questioning… or is it questionable?… glances flicked his way as they climbed aboard the truck.
“…Don’t worry,” the ice cream man cooed to his frozen friends as he climbed up into the truck behind the others, “They’re probably just upset because you’re not talking to them, too. And why would you, right?...”
He extracted the tiny snowmen from his apron pockets and set them down on the dashboard before weaving his way through the others in the back in order to gather a few pump-top bottles of various colored syrups, a box or two of sprinkles, a licorice stick, and a marshmallow. With these items in hand, Percy returned to the front of the truck, plopped down in the driver’s seat, and, after starting the engine and cueing up “The Mr Fantasti-Freeze Jingle” on the music box, leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to the snowmen; “I don’t think they remember you guys… But I do… shhhhh!”
Giggling to himself, Percy shifted the truck into ‘Drive’ and pulled back out onto the streets, steering with his knees as his hands were busy constructing a miniature lamp post from the licorice and marshmallow. He had just finished crafting the thing when Kate, calling to him from where she had propped herself in the back of the truck, started playing ‘sexy-gunny-bunny-GPS’ and passing him directions to this Blue Room place. He attached the little lamppost to the larger of the two snowmen on the dash and, steering with one hand while the other deftly decorated both of his frozen friends with colored syrups, began singing a song that, strangely enough, wasn’t exactly discordant with the song blaring from the trucks speakers…
~Virago the snowman was a jolly happy soul
He’s whacked on drugs and he’s tough on thugs
And he has a friend named Romeooooo!~
A couple of quick drips from a bottle labeled Surprise! It’s not Strawberry! painted a heart on the chest of the smaller snowman and, at the same time, Percy nodded his acknowledgement to Kate’s “turn here” as he continued singing…
~Virago the snowman was a fairy tale they say
He’s now made of snow but the children know
That it wasn’t alwaaays that waaaaay!
There must have been some magic in that ice cream truck they found
For when they placed him on the dash
He began to dance around!~
…Percy let go of the wheel, again, and grabbed up both of the little snowmen, helping them to dance along to the tune he was singing…
~Ooooooooooooooooo!
Virago the snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say he could kill
And slay just the same as you and me!~
…at the start of the next verse, which Percy almost couldn’t sing because he was trying to get both the song and his laughter out on the same breath, he started bouncing the smaller snowman with the Surprise! It’s not Strawberry! heart rather suggestively (and disturbingly) against the larger, lamppost wielding snowman…
~Humpity-hump-hump!
Humpity-hump-hump!
Look at that Romeo go!
Humpity-hump-hump!
Humpity-hump-hump!
He’s always chasing a Ho!
Virago the snowman
Knew the city was hot that day
So he said “Let’s run
And get this Blue Room thing done
Now before I melt away!”
Down through the Westside
With a lamppost in his hand
Running here and there
In his underwear
Saying “Romeo keep it in your pants!”~
…‘Sexy-gun-bunny-GPS’ Kate’s last “turn here” found them turning onto the very street on which this ‘Blue Room’ place could be found and, coincidentally enough, the next verse went right along with those directions… and Percy kept right on singing as, after having parked across the street from their destination, the Fantastiteam watched the irritating Australians have their ‘altercation’ with the Blue Room’s doormen…
He led them down the streets of town
Right to the truck’s next stop
But he only paused a moment when
He heard them holler…
“F***! Telekinetic Super Bouncers!”
“Ummmm... Noooo,” Percy blinked and his smile did a crazy jitterbug over his teeth as he turned and regarded Kate, “I think it actually goes ‘Here, eat this green bomb pop!’ but your version works, too… I’m glad those Aussies didn’t hit my truck… The smell of eucalyptus is a tough one to get out of the ice cream… Anyway…”
~…Virago the snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye saying
“Someone’s gonna die
I’ll break a back again somedaaaay!”
Humpity-hump-hump!
Humpity-hump-hump!
Look at that Romeo go!
Humpity-hump-hump!
Humpity-hump-hump!
He’s always chasing a Hooooooo!~
“We’re here, guys,” Popsicle Percy smiled, happy with his new song and with the fact that the two tisbuh’s on the sidewalk over there looked like they could really use some ice cream, “What’re we gonna do, now?”
Posted on 2013-12-12 at 18:29:28.
Edited on 2013-12-12 at 19:02:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: I'm not gonna be the sun...
...it'll melt my snowmen... who I will now refer to as Virago and Romeo (just for the benefit of grandpa's kids)...
Well not now now but now as in after I've colored them appropriately using the snow-cone syrup and such I've got in the back of the truck...
I might have to re-read some more cuz I'm not exactly sure what's going on, either (I blame a quick skim of the post whilst I was getting ready for work for that) but, between me, Virago, and Romeo the snowmen, we'll figure it out and see if we can't slip it past the Tisbuhs! 
Posted on 2013-12-12 at 14:34:40.
Edited on 2013-12-12 at 15:05:05 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Forgotten Truths Hidden Lies - (M for Mature Content)
Subject: A stolen life stolen
Beneath the cloying aromas emanating from the numerous potpourri dishes that had been set about the place, the room smelled of sweat and sex… and blood…
It was this last tang on the air that disturbed him most and, as he lingered a moment in the deeper shadows of Lord Trovatelli’s chambers, his narrowed yellow eyes scouring the place for other signs that his job had, in fact, been completed in advance of his arrival, Nyx scowled. This was not the first contract to have ever been stolen in Drasnia nor was it likely to be the last, he knew that – this was Drasnia, after all, and thievery, even where assassination was concerned, was all too commonplace – but this… this had been his contract and the stolen life by which the contract was fulfilled had been stolen from him rather than by him…
Irksome, the Mith’ganni grumbled inwardly as he stole from the shadow draped alcove to the bedside and peered down at the unblinking and silently screaming Trovatelli, This is not how I imagined the night ending, yes?
“Not what you were expecting, either, hm,” Nyx murmured to the man’s corpse, making note of the still-seeping pair of puncture wounds just below the mark’s ribs. He put a pale hand on the man’s chest and, pushing firmly downward, watched tiny, red-black bubbles collect in the corners of the dead man’s mouth and heard the faintly flatulent sound of trapped air escaping from the twinned stab-wounds. “No,” he chuckled in something less than a whisper, “not what you were expecting, at all.”
Nyx glanced at the indentations on either side of the body, then… And it has only very recently come to an end for you, has it not? Those would be your killer’s knees and toes, yes?… and, his hand moving away from Trovatelli’s chest to come to rest almost casually on the pommel of the khukri at his hip, drew in another long sniff of the rooms air… Cloves, he noted, picking out a set of scents that had been nagging at him since he had, earlier, made the estate’s perimeter, cheap tallow, and… what flower is that?… he crouched beside the bed, then, his moon-hued eyes falling on the faint impressions of feet on the carpet first and his fingertips following close behind… A woman’s feet… and shod… likely not the same woman atop whom you grunted away earlier, then, hmm?
No. I think not. The Mith’ganni’s lips drew into a tight smile as he followed the quickly diminishing tracks (and, to a lesser extent, the ‘foreign’ floral, tallow, and clove aromas) across the room and to one of the opened windows. Your woman likely does not even know you are dead, as yet. The woman to whom these traces attest is most certainly aware of your fate, is she not?
He touched the lone droplet of congealing blood that was left on the sill of that window and let his gaze follow along the other, almost imperceptible, tell-tales that were left in the wake of this other assassin’s retreat. I wonder, Nyx mused as he slipped out the window on the trail of his new quarry, if she is as aware that our meeting is now as inevitable as the severing of your thread had been…
Posted on 2013-12-12 at 02:42:21.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Good enough!
Not even sure that Sifu knows how to use a gun, anyway. The Kid's stash is safe. 
Also... nekkid Buddhist dance!!!
Posted on 2013-12-11 at 17:14:22.
Edited on 2013-12-11 at 17:19:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Umm...
...not sure that they'll be needed right away but, just so I can get a sense of what is and/or isn't available, did Fu Sheng take any weapons with him to the caves or not?
Posted on 2013-12-11 at 17:04:48.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: I HATE work...
...It always interferes with the really important stuff!
Posted on 2013-12-10 at 17:50:11.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Poking the bare bear.
Mayhaps we have perplexed our Omnipotent DM with our defensive ring?
*pokepokepoke*
*waits for Jarenion to get horribly killed because he poked the bear*
I'm an instigator, I am! Hehehehehe!
Posted on 2013-12-07 at 18:37:44.
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Topic: Most people logged in
Subject: 7!
Not bad for an early Saturday afternoon, I must say!
Posted on 2013-12-07 at 18:34:53.
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Topic: Dragon Blog
Subject: As an additional thought...
...it wouldn't hurt any if our staff came up with some new entries, either. Just sayin'...
Posted on 2013-12-07 at 17:39:00.
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Topic: Dragon Blog
Subject: Dragon Blog
Gooooood morning, Innmates!
I was just adding yet another installment of my "More Than Just the Stats" series to the Blog and, as it happened, I found myself going back and reading through all the other entries by all the other staffers, hereabouts, and thought, "You know? There's some really good stuff here!"
Then I thought "Wow! There hasn't been much activity on the blog, lately, for there to be such awesome content, has there?"
That, of course, led me to posting this in hopes of 'pimping the blog' and, perhaps, pointing some of our newer Innmates in that direction (just in case they had no idea it was there to begin with). Soo... that said... if you find yourself lurking with nothing else to do, why not check out any of the entires in the Dragon Blog? Learn staff perspectives on gaming in general, being a female RPer, how to go super-over-the-top in building your characters, etc... And, hey, while you're there, why not leave a comment or two? We do love to hear from you guys, you know?
Posted on 2013-12-07 at 15:37:39.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Heeeeeeyyyyyyy!!!!
Is 'The Finzzzzz' anything like 'The Fonz'?
Must be cuz you just joined the coolest game EVAH!!!!
Welcome, Finnilicious!
Posted on 2013-12-06 at 14:08:05.
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Topic: Writer needing help
Subject: Who is Johnny?
Okay... so the subject line kind of dates me a little and most of you whipper-snappers will miss the reference but, after 440 years, I'm too old to edit and make myself look good.
Firstly - Naming Elven and Dwarven cities, towns, etc: I haven't found any really good generators to do this, myself, buuuuuut if you check the Vault here on the Inn you'll find a copy of the Grey Company's Elven Dictionary and Phrase Book. Lots of great guidance in there where naming your cities and whatnot go (and even a few "Examples").
Dwarven gets a bit trickier because, for whatever reason, there doesn't seem to be anything out there that's as 'comprehensive' as the aforementioned Elven dictionary. However, I did find a few resources out there and this one comes fairly close. You can also find more to explore via a google search for 'Dwarven Language.'
Secondly - *ka-jingle-pounce*
We've got some pretty fantastic writers of our own in the fold, here, Johnny. So, you know, feel free to prowl around, read, and, if anyone in particular strikes your fancy, shoot them a PM or something. You'll find that, for the most part, we're an enthusiastically friendly lot and all you need to do to get some help is ask.
Enjoy your stay, mellonamin, and happy writing.
Posted on 2013-12-06 at 14:04:34.
Edited on 2013-12-06 at 14:26:29 by Eol Fefalas
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