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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: post
I realize that my post leads to one person posting (Hello Bro!) but I wanted to give the chance to respond to Char. Also some of you have received Pm's or emails with extra details you may post on.
Posted on 2006-10-24 at 09:49:26.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Bandits ahead, we soon be dead.
The lands around the city of Freegate are lush and green, with endless fields that in the summer grow thick with crops. Now, in the spring, the fields are dark, blacken exposed soil – tilled earth of the farmers busily working the land making it ready for another year’s harvest. The field workers watch you as you pass, waving happily and nodding greeting as you go by. But things in this land change drastically. One minute you are traveling flat lands, then you are moving down a steep hill, then up the side of a hill, and before long, the city of Freegate is no more within your sight.
By halfway through the day, the party has reached lordless land. No noble to bring order, and no troops to patrol here. The land is to hilly for most but the most hardy, or foolhardy depending on to whom you are listening. Huge trees blot the land, and high cliffs on either side of the path – making it a treacherous place to pass.
Some come to this land. People that yearn for freedom of living without Lord or tithe. You pass more homesteads with people working the fields, They watch you pass with a cautious eye, but no happy wave - fearful of the day when someone might come and tell them the name of the new lord of the land. Some of the farmers are deserted, the fields left untouched or overgrown, signs that not everyone is cut out to be a man of the earth.
Ahead of you, Char scouts the tall grasses and trees that surround the pathway. Signs of passage, recent are clear to his eyes. Four people, likely men moved through here recently. He leaves his mount behind and travels through the untended brush. It gets thicker and thicker as he moves to follow the trail, until he finds a cluster of trees, very close to the pathway where the party will travel. Char takes the time to be cautious here, moving silently and sticking to the shadows. The ranger lets his senses guide him – the smell of human sweat, the sound of whispered voices.
“Phil?” A voice from the trees, youngish by the crack in the voice.
“What?” A husker voice, weary but with affection, like a brother speaking to another.
“I’m hungry.”
A heavy sigh. “I know you are Thom. Just be patient.”
“What are we doing again? I’ve never even used a sword before.” Another voice.
“Waiting. For a merchant or traveler.” Phil whispered back.
“Are we gonna kill them?” Thom asked, obviously not keen on the idea.
“Phil sighed again, “No, We will just threaten them a bit, get some money, food, whatever and then will go from there.”
“Still think we should be gonna to Freegate,” Another voice his opinion.
“When we have enough to pay for the entry tax. Now hush all of you.” Phil commanded.
The four men stayed quiet for awhile.
“Phil?”
“Yeah Thom.”
“I’m hungry.”
Another sigh, “I know Thom. I know. We all are.”
“I wish Dad was here.”
“So do I Thom. But he isn’t. I’m gonna look after you now, so be quiet.Something will come soon, I can feel it.”
Char had seen and heard enough. Four men, armed with most like knives and swords only, waiting to commit banditry out of hunger and despair. No threat to them in anyway, but desperate enough that they may try something anyway.
Posted on 2006-10-23 at 20:48:25.
Edited on 2006-10-23 at 20:51:45 by Alacrity
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Catching Up
What's the first thought that crosses your mind when you get out of bed in the morning?
Move your a$$ fatboy, you won't lose weight in bed.
What's your idea of the perfect romantic evening?
Wine, cheese, hottub, my wonderful wife. Plus my daughter staying at a friend's place for the entire evening.
Fave Colour
Red
Fave website
Hollywood Stock Exchange - www.hsx.com
Here is a question from me.
What is your favourite drink - with or without booze?
Me - Vodka and Tonic, with lime
Posted on 2006-10-23 at 08:15:11.
Edited on 2006-10-23 at 08:17:21 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Sun comes up, It's Tuesday Morning
OOC: I will be away this weekend helping a friend move, so I figure I will post now. Of course anyone wanting to back post can – I figure you’d prefer to get the show on the road.
The West Gate - Daybreak
Morning comes as it usually does to Freegate, the sun peaking from behind the tall mountains like a mother sneaking a look at her baby sleeping. The sun’s rays were warming to the party who were at the west gate and preparing to head out on their journey.
Dwan was there, but not Gwanele. Terrin, his perpetual shadow was on hand to hand out the potions to all and the special potion promised given to Arien, so he could choose who needed it most. Not a person for speeches, Dwan gripped each of you by the arm and wished you luck and fortune on the journey.
Arien was particularly dazzling in his full plate lit up by the bright sun. In fact, you were pretty sure that Keoland, on the other side of the world could see Arien coming. How much work goes into polishing armour that much – is the question bantered around.
Sunset flies off from Dapple’s shoulder to land on Arien’s helm. The small dragon’s skin changes colour, slowly at first then rapidly to take on the polished silver of the helm. The Knight looks at you all and smiles, a fierce image to be sure of a warrior in a dragon helm – if the dragon wasn’t sticking its tongue out and crossing its eyes.
Char was anxious to get out and ahead of the party to scout out ahead. The prospect of being away from the city cheered the ranger more than the prospect of adventure.
Kilgim looks dreadfully uncomfortable on his stead, which he named Grumpy. Most Dwarves disliked horses and there seemed to be no exception for the Cleric and his pony.
Talas’ horse was one of the biggest many you have seen in a long time, suitable for the huge warrior. In the light of day, it is not hard to imagine Talas as a gladiator, for he is a tall man with a muscular build and a huge barrel chest.
Looking more like a warrior than a mage, Adrian Valentine adjusts the strap on his bastard sword and awaits departure, as if born to face dangers in the morning.
Jal muttered to himself about winter, despite it being a lovely spring day.
Dapple remained cloaked against the light, quietly checking her daggers for the umpteenth time. Here we go again. Wonder how many of us will come back this time.
Later in the day, in town.
“WHAT!”
“He left town.”
“How? Why?”
“He got up and left, and why I don’t know but he left with the same group as last night at the tower.”
“But he… I expect him to buy supplies. Shop for stuff! No one just leaves…Why did you let him go?”
“What was I going to do? I don’t go after men with huge swords and the skills to make me a eunuch. You can’t pay me enough.”
“Fine, Fine, Fine. Damn it! Okay…let me think. Where did they leave from?”
“West Gate, at day break.”
“Okay. Okay. Fine. Okay. Good. We still have a chance. This is what we are going to do.”
OOC: Might want to establish a marching order. I know Char will want to scout ahead and Arien will want to take point, beyond that I need positions.
Posted on 2006-10-19 at 21:35:56.
Edited on 2006-10-19 at 21:38:16 by Alacrity
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: aha
Traditional Virgo Traits eh?
Modest and shy - Yep
Meticulous and reliable - Yep
Practical and diligent - I like to think so
Intelligent and analytical - I hope so!
On the dark side....
Fussy and a worrier - Me worry? a little...sort of...maybe alot
Overcritical and harsh - Umm, don't like where this is going
Perfectionist and conservative - Aha! I am not a prefectionist!
Sleep - fetus position but in a defensive mod to keep from being pushed off the bed by my lovely bellycrawling wife - who has to move to the centre of any bed she sleeps in. Then Rose, our cat takes over the bottom of the bed and I'm better off on the couch.
Posted on 2006-10-19 at 14:58:59.
Edited on 2006-10-19 at 15:01:39 by Alacrity
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Virgo
I have no clue what it is suppose to mean though.
Horse under the Chinese Zodiac
Posted on 2006-10-19 at 11:32:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Bob chips in
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery, Main Engineering– 1400ish hrs
JACKDUDE!”
MacTavish started at the sound of his name – sort of. The attachment of dude revealed who was speaking long before the Scotsman saw the blue dreadlocks and the yellowish skin of Lt. Bob N’Doog. He had been walking along with a PADD in hand when he spotted Jack.
“H’lo Bob,” Jack nodded. Something about the Catullan computer wiz always brought a grin to his face. “How’re ye, lad?”
“Doing Dandy and that ain’t Candy. But I’ve been hearing tales of woe about you dude! Fists flying, face bashing and other assorted violent imagery.”
“Aye,” Jack nodded… Gads, but waird travels fast roun’ ‘ere… “Well …”
“Don’t be splaining, cause the Bobster doesn’t need it. Not the judge nor the jury and sure ain't into execution. I’m in your corner, dude, and there for you in a pinch, without a hinch. You need an ear, or a shoulder, then I am fully tuned into you without the rules and regulations, dig?” Bob’s voice took a whispering conspiring tone, “Come to my pad and I’ll get Shelia to give you a backrub. Nothing like it in the 'verse, dude, trust me.”
The Scot arched a brow and couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “A backrub, is it,” he grinned, “I’ll be sure ta keep tha’ in mind, Bob lad. I cannae say tha’ Chan’d approve ev’n ef Shiela is a computer,” he clapped a hand on the man’s shoulder, “Thank ye fer th’ offer, though.”
Bob turned to walk away, “Got to fly. The Commanderdude needs to see this report, so I better get a crackin or I’ll be packin.” The Catullan left Jack behind, all the while making a tapping gesture at his comm. Badge and mouthing “call me”.
Posted on 2006-10-19 at 09:29:00.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: okay here we go
Musical Performers
Rush
Jewel
Loreena McKenitt (sp?)
Cowboy Junkies
Guns and Roses
Sarah Mccaughlin (sp?)
Evanessence
Places to visit:
Rome
Egypt
Mexico
Japan
Romania
England
There is a tour that follows the path of the First Crusades Soldiers from start to finish. Love to do that.
Grand Canyon
Las Vegas - got to see it once
Posted on 2006-10-18 at 13:50:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Well I failed completely, so there.
I need to read over my posts better because the Sunset and Jal moment did not go the way I had expect it.
Anyway...
Before I get around to hurting your characters, a brief note on damage. As I do all dice rolling, I do not like to put the damge into numbers in the posts. So I have a system of keywords to figure out how bad off you are:
Minor - Between 1 to 10 points of damage or less than 5%
Light - between 5% to 25% of Hp lost.
Serious - 26% to 50% lost
Critical / Bad - 50% to 75% lost
Grave / Dangerous - 75%+ lost
Death's Door - you are at 0, you are unconscious. Less than 0 and you are bleeding to death. you can go as low as 10 plus your constitution bonus.
Posted on 2006-10-17 at 05:00:59.
Edited on 2006-10-17 at 05:01:53 by Alacrity
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: They are all insane and running Engineering! RUN!
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery, Main Engineering, 0755
They sat around the elliptical table looking at their new commanding officer. The most senior of them was Lt. Gregory Maguire, an African-American who was the Head of Communication Systems. Even the Commander had heard of this man before, “G-Force” they called him around the race circuits with more records for speed unbroken to this day.Something had happened to him, some accident that injured him. The loss of the race circuit was starfleets gain by the looks of his record.
Next to him sat the Vulcan woman, Z’var, who also had dark skin and stern expression one expects from her race. Z’var was Section Head of Sensor Maintenance. Vulcans always made good engineers and officers.
Beside her was a man with blue hair and yellowish skin – a Catullan who must be Lt. Btxwytre N'doog. He was the Head of the ship’s Computer systems and according to his record, only recently promoted to Lieutenant.
Further along was a very young lady with short red hair and a welcoming smile, Acamarian by her forehead cleft and the facial tattoos. This was Senior Chief Petty Officer Tanyi MeCall who was the Engineer’s mate – in charge of training and NCO crew placement.
Then there was another Senior Chief Petty Officer, an older man with blonde hair and no nonsense look about him. This was the Warp Core Specialist Malcolm Barrows, who did little to hide his lack of interest in his new commander. The former commander had noted that she would have to earn his trust; that Barrows didn’t respect anyone who didn’t work from the ground up, or was unwilling to get their hands dirty.
Finally there was a taller man with slicked back brown hair and a smile on his face that made the commander feel dirty. Chief Petty Officer Richard "Rizzo" James, - Chief of Shuttle Craft maintenance. Avanti had left her extensive notes to keep an eye on him. Apparently he was a career enlisted man known to the ship and crew as the man who could get things, and not all things that were according to regulations. Avanti had been working on cleaning him up but with limited success.
The Commander drove right in, "I demand a lot from Engineering Staff because the ship demands a lot. Engineering is a pivotal department and everyone aboard depends on us. I demand a lot, but I’m fair and open to suggestion.” Katrina smiled to soften her words. “And I’m not a complete ogre, my door is always open.”
Polite chuckles echoed round the room.
“Its because of this dependency, I’m to change the shift pattern for all staff from the ship’s standard. From tomorrow morning, all shifts will start one hour earlier than usual.”
She paused and bit her bottom lip, an unconscious use of body language that betrayed her nervousness.
“The day shift will start at 0700 and finish at 1500 and consequently all other shifts will follow suit. This is a system that I have worked under for three years and I believe it to be an efficient use of Engineering’s resources. Now, practically, this means that tonight’s Night Shift will work an hour less than usual but I’m sure we’ll be able to make up the time at some point.” Katrina sat back in her chair. “Any questions?”
The staff exchanged glances. No one seemed overtly surprised by the change, by then every commanding officer had their own way of doing things.
Lt. Maguire stood up, “Commander Waldgrave. On behalf of the engineering crew, I would like to welcome you to the Discovery. We look forward to working with you. Whatever you demand from us, we are more than ready to face to challenge.”
“Whoa Dude.” Lt N’Doog leaned back, “My vertebrate quivered when you stood so fast. Chill a dill, dude!” He offered his hand to the Commander, “I’m N’doog- call me Bob, everyone does. Sheila and me, we be ready to gleam the cube on your die, anytime, on the side. You the man, Commanderdude. Well, not really but, it’s cool, dig?”
There was silence in the room for a moment as everyone tried to figure out what Bob had just said. Then Z’var spoke, “Commander. Lt. N’Doog dialect can be hard to follow but I believe he said that he is up to the challenge. Sheila is an acronym he used for the Discovery’s computer. As well, I find your changes to be logical and with merit.”
N’Doog smiled and nodded, “What it is Dude.”
“Do you want the training sessions to mirror those changes?” Tanyi asked happily, “Because it would be no problem. I can switch things around to your schedule without any delay. Oh! And let me say it is an honour to service with you!” She bubbled happily.
OOC: Assume some response
“One thing Commander. Do you have someone in mind for Assistant Chief Engineer? Commander Avanti took Lt. Sango with him. We also lack an Environmental and Structural Integrity officer now that Ensign Tier has left as well.” Z’var noted.
“I can make you a list of potential candidates, commander.” Maguire piped in.
"For now, I expect a full and detailed list of all modifications to ships systems by midday and I'll call an Engineering meeting this afternoon."
The others, Barrows and James both kept quiet but neither seemed bothered by the shift change. Katrina smiled once more and stood.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you all. Dismissed."
Katrina watched as her staff filed out of the room. The meeting had gone far better than she'd hoped and she was pleased.
Posted on 2006-10-16 at 09:52:39.
Edited on 2006-10-16 at 09:54:03 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Wrapping up
Gwanele thought a moment over Dapple’s question, letting Adrian throw his own opinions out first. “The empire doesn’t give people with magic skills a choice. They are part of the red corp. or the face death.” Her eyes looked to Adrian briefly, “Or worse. Although given ranks of commanders, they are often no more than slaves – taken from birth to be a tool and nothing more. That may be an advantage unto itself, if you can use it as such. The ones you face may long for freedom if the others do not.” A slight smile flashed across her face and vanished, “Or they could be complete insane and addicted to magic, which can also be used to your advantage.”
Abruptly Sunset took flight and landed upon the bookshelf close to Jal’s shoulder. He had been speaking to Sunset quietly, asking about sausages. The small dragon leaned his head to one side of Jal, looking intensely, and then leaned the other way, again with a searching look. It then looked at Jal, cocked its head and flew again, this time to land on the armrest of a chair between Char and Dapple.
The following only Char and Dapple feel through Sunset – Your mind flashes with pain, dreadful pain like someone is peeling the skin off your back. Then there is a girl, a young girl, first in a field close to a waterwheel of a mill. Her eyes are blue and her hair is the colours of wheat ripen on the stalk. Then being burned to death with mage’s fire, slowly, deliberately tortured. The images pop into your head, and vanish quickly but the sheer power of them almost overwhelms you. If it wasn’t for you being used to Sunset’s telepathy, you might have cried out in pain.
Dwan cleared his throat, “Well then. We will meet at first light tomorrow and leave from the west gate. Supplies promised will be given to you then, and Terrin will give you the money we promised up front.” As he spoke Terrin was finishing handing the bags of coins out, in a deliberate pattern to serve Dapple last.
After a few drinks and introductory conversation, you all leave to pack up your gear and attend to your own business – be it to get a good night sleep, polish the armour or go out for a night of the town. Dapple was the first to leave – you realize only when the absence of Sunset is mentioned. After that, you all find reasons to make your exit into the night.
OOC: if you wish to post in answer to the question of what you bring to the table, please feel free to backpost. I just don’t want to spend a lot of time in town if unneeded.
A man stood still in the darken alley, watching the people leaving the Iron League’s tower. He had been there all night waiting – but he was a patient one. He saw his quarry leave and waited until the man was well on his way to start following him, slowly clinging to the shadows and darkened doorways. So there he is, And I didn’t think that Dodger was telling the truth. He’s not what I expected but nothing I can’t handle. Well…maybe. I should get a few more men to help me. Rather be safe than sorry and with the money I’ll make, I can afford a few good men. Especially if he's travelling with those others, that will be a caution mark my words.
Posted on 2006-10-15 at 19:50:58.
Edited on 2006-10-15 at 19:51:27 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Woohoo Vanadia
Thanks to my wife's infinitely better patience and skills, she has re-etablished the internet at home. So I will be able to post this weekend.
Raven has sent me a note to go ahead as he will be busy all weekend.
Posted on 2006-10-13 at 08:55:41.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: principal
Why is the Principal wearing a kelvar vest?
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But I always wear my sunglasses at night *bang, crash* Oww!
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 15:34:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: hey!
Bob considers Sheila to be his main squeeze. Don't mess dude or you'll find your credit limit slashed, and your record filled with reprimands from various comodudes.
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 15:13:54.
Edited on 2006-10-12 at 15:14:14 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: It is snowing here! InToronto! Snow! AAAAHHHHHH!
In the wisdom words of my father:
"Knock it off or I'll bash all your heads together!"
Sigh
Picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue...
wandering: a groups of Storm giants, all with helms of alignment change and girdles of femininity/masculinity. Look like oversized Paris Hilton, Anna Nicole Smith, Nicole Ritchie, Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears - carrying large swords.
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 13:11:45.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: ummmm... guys
Are we gonna play nice eventually or should I wait two weeks before posting so you can get all the name calling done with?
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 12:49:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: For the record
If we start any romance with the plants, Bob is so out of here dude.
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 11:07:31.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I attack with Flurry of Posts
I will "get this party started" on the weekend. That will give Pekka a chance to join the lovefest , as well I have just received the Serenity RPG rules so I am happily mired in another rule system (I aim's to misbehav').
Two days in the wilderness. So many wandering monster, so many choices....
"Hi! We are wandering monsters. Let's fight!"
Posted on 2006-10-12 at 11:05:23.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: moving
Just a show of opinions here. Do you want to go from the meeting to the journey immdeiately or do you want an evening of getting prepared posts? I don't mind either way.
Posted on 2006-10-11 at 14:23:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Languages
Just in case you were wondering about languages. There are three major languages in (My)Oerth: Keolandish, Imperial and Payrim. The different races of elves all have their own languages. I do not play using alignment languages.
Other than that it is pretty standard (Orc, ogre, goblin, bugbear, etc). Mages and Clerics may be interested in taking ancient Baklundish or Suloise in case some ancient magic is found.
The barbarians to the north (Sueli) have their own dialect as well, but it would be extremely unusual for anyone to speak it. However, Talas would have a reason to know it.
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 13:10:20.
Edited on 2006-10-10 at 13:11:51 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: that was happening to me
Until I discovered that my spam filter was filtering out the email notifications.
Also I hadn't gone back and signed up again for the notify since that last crash.
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 09:54:12.
Edited on 2006-10-10 at 09:55:24 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: sunset
Before the question comes up. Sunset is a Pseudo-dragon that was rescued in the raid on Antonio's castle. She is small for a PD, only about the size of a small cat and her sting tail was brutally cut off by the wizard Orlando. Sunset has been adopted by the group, and although hangs around Dapple alot,but travels with Char as well and is also is prone to landing on Arien's helmet -where she takes on the silver colour and appears to be a great dragonhelm. Well, it would be if if didn't adopt a dopey expression whenever she did that. She is mildly telepathic (feelings and images), can camoflague herself and can fly short distances.
The ongoing gag (which I can't believe I forgot!) is that people around Sunset tend to develop a craving for spicy sausages - which are her favourite treat. I didn't write that into the introduction. So lost opportunity!
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 09:08:36.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Arien is elected
“A leader?” Dwan looked over to Gwanele who shrugged, “Arien Thedell is a noble and educated man from a family that has lead people for generations. I would expect him to be the leader of this group, as is his duty and his calling. But as he so eloquently put it, you all have your roles to fill and you know what they are.”
Dwan looked to Dapple and chuckled, “For a lad who claims no strategic background, you ask the most tactical of questions! Why do we not send troops> There are many reasons. First and foremost is that I have the Empire to the north with legions upon legions that would rather fight here where it is warm than in the frozen tundra to the north. Thus, what troops I have I like to keep on my borders. On top of that is the General is the Commander of those legions – the one they call The Scorpion. Scorpion is, without a doubt the most powerful man in the Empire right now. He commands the men, but his has their respect as well. Furthermore, his only son is now the commander of the Imperial navy – which creates a whole new border to the Iron League. You see lad, I am stretched thin on troops.
“Do you play chess Dapple? Politics is much like chess and sometimes an opponent will expose a rook or another powerful piece in hopes to draw out his adversary. This could be such a move, and if I commit troops, then I will be attacked from some flank I haven’t been luck enough to spot. I do not have the vast resources of men that the Imperial Legions has, but I do have money – so I buy mercenaries.”
Dwan sighed heavily, “The other thing is that troops are easy to spot from afar, but a small, experienced unit like yourselves will be able to get close before you are spotted – if you are spotted at all.So I think it is wiser to go with the small unit then with a large mass of ground troops.”
“Any other questions?”
Posted on 2006-10-10 at 08:48:45.
Edited on 2006-10-10 at 08:49:45 by Alacrity
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Weapons. I said Weapons
The Flannese are oriental in appearance, not culture. So no katanas, shurikens, repeating crossbows or the like.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 20:36:03.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: History 101
This is a very short summary of the history of my world. Hopefully it covers the main essence needed to understand my world.
It began a long time ago. Long enough that even the elves could not remember it firsthand. Six thousand years ago, there were more elves then although there was no distinction of race. The Baklandish and Suloise Empires were whimsical ideas of the Humans, and the Flanneses were mostly tribal and warlike. The dwarves delved for riches in their mines and cared not for the races above them.
The elves. It always starts with the elves. The idea was to create a series of magical gates that would allow for instant transport across the Oerth. An unusual idea for a long lived race but not everything lasted as long as the elves and this would a vast achievement of magic. Perhaps, on the surface of it all, they just wanted to see if it could be done. So they created the Gates. They were a marvel of magic creation and they did exactly what they were made for – instant travel across all the Oerth.
But, there were other functions of the gates they didn’t know about. The Demon-goddess Lolth discovered the gates and used them to corrupt the travelers in the gateways, giving birth to the Drow and the First Elven Blood war. Many of the fey folk died in that war and the world was left in ruins by the arrogance of elves. As time passed, the Humans grew and multipled – taking over the lands of the elves and the elves found themselves changed forever. Broken into different races and features, they were forever marred by the use of the gates - High Elves, Grey Elves, Wood Elves and a few others. The gates were sealed and the spells that were used to create them were locked away – supposedly forever.
Time passed. Elves and men grew to trust again, perhaps only in the realizing of the dangers of unchecked magicks. The Suloise and Baklundish empires fell in a catastrophic disaster called the Rain of Colourless Fire. The Humans left the wastelands and came over the mountains to settle in what are now Furyondy, Bissel and Keoland. Other took to the seas and forged the Kingdom of Valour on the other side of the world.
But the Elves didn’t keep to their promise. Three thousand years later and the Grey elves, figuring they had learned had to fix the mistakes of the past, worked in secret and opened the Gates once again. Lolth was not the benefactor this time. Another Demon God – Azazel Lord of the Shadow Dragons was released and took to the sky with his minions. The fallen elves rose up from death as dark insubstantial version of themselves –Shadow Elves. The grey elves ran and fleed across the Oerth, followed by the minions of Azazel. The Kingdom of Valour was decimated before they even knew what it was that attacked them. The high elves and the race of man banded together to fight. Thus began the Second Elven Blood War, and the results were more devastating than the first. Only through trickery and the powerful spells of a Human mage did Azazel become bound into his own realm again. Once more, the world rebuild itself over time, but not as it was before.
Out of the ashes of Valour came The Great Kingdom. Lead by a ruthless and cunning wizard named Vecna, the Kingdom declared elves to be the source of evil on the Oerth. They were outlawed, rounded up and executed. The Kingdom grew and grew until in became the Imperial Kingdom and the rulers - Emperors of the World. Vecna lived for many centuries spreading his power and extending his life. After he finally fell, the line of Emperors came under the name Fax, and so has ever since.
But the Empire in the last century has grown weak and is no longer so great. The nobles revel in decadence and carnal delights. The senate struggles for power and control and the current emperor spends his days locked away in his chambers with his one consort. In the pass one hundred years it has lost over 2/3 of its size to secession and open rebellion. The Legions have been fighting a losing battle to the north for a decade, attempting to take the barbarian lands. Every year the clans wait for winter and slaughter the troops in the cold and the snow, taking back all they had lost in land.
The Grey Elves stay within their own realm now, stripped of influence and power, hoping one day the world will forget what has happened. The High elves keep a tight watch on the magics. But there is a rumour that only a few hundred years ago they had to deal with one of their own – one of their best and brightest, attempting to re-open the gates. Still, that is only a rumour.
Baklundish - Mediterrian in appearance. Dark hair, white to dark tanned skin, average height
Suloise - Nordic in appearance. Blonde, blue eyes, tall
Flannese - Oriental to Native American. Darker skin, red to brown hair
High Elves - Your standard elf
Grey Elves - Shorter, Wild colouration (blue, green hair, violet eyes)
Wood Elves - stocky, stronger elves. Earth colours
Drow - Dark skinned, white hair and eyes
Shadow Elves - Look like regular elves except they have no shadow. Bodies are not solid and they are tough to kill. No Shadow elves seen in over one thousand years.
Posted on 2006-10-09 at 20:20:25.
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