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Topic: Iron Age Q/A
Subject: Combat Posting
So do you want us to just post our actions in the Q&A and then you'll update in the game thread?
Posted on 2016-08-09 at 20:53:41.
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Topic: IRON AGE Game
Subject: Believe it or not, you still can't see
A thread of fey magic spun out from her and hit a wall. The axman had resisted her charm and his mortal will would protect him for the rest of the day. Iara wanted to scream and rain death down on him. Instead she found another path.
Retreating back into the cover of the woods, Iara began to draw on the power of the unseen world. With wordless intonations she made the shadows dance. Snapping her finger's, the faerie spoke a final word of power and summoned globes of impenetrable darkness around the heads of the bandits. It was little more than a glamer, but one need not believe the illusion to be blinded by it's darkness.
((OOC: Silent Image: Targeting the bandits on the left. Each has a globe of darkness surrounding their head. Iara will be concentrating on the spell to move the globes with the bandits.))
Posted on 2016-08-08 at 08:19:17.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Here I stay
MorrÃgu cocked her head to the side as she considered Ochit's question. Why did she hate light elves?
That the light elves were her enemy was an indisputable truth. It was an enmity from time beyond time. She had never considered the source. When she did, all she found was a call for the dark to swallow the light. There was no reason, only a call that sang in her blood. It demanded obeisance. Yet, MorrÃgu had forsaken the path of the spider. Must she still hold true to ancient bonds?
The thought was invigorating. She still wouldn't run to save them from their folly, but nor would she actively seek their death.
MorrÃgu regarded the Orc man and shrugged, "It is a war that has always been, from time beyond time. Who can say what tomorrow holds?"
Exhaling, the dark elven girl turned her gaze to the battle before them. If the men wanted to be heroes then let them spill their own blood. Still, the crackle of magic was in the air and MorrÃgu knew she would strike if the walking dead came closer.
((OOC: will remain where she is for now, but if any zombies get too close she'll hit with fire bolt cantrip))
Posted on 2016-08-07 at 19:58:03.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Leave them here
A strange thing happened as the thri-kreen's words echoed through her mind. A stillness settled around MorrÃgu smoothing away her mercurial fits. She did not respond with screams and tantrums. Even the light of insanity seemed to fade from her eyes.
Wrapped in the dark majesty of the drow she spoke, "Do you think me a spider?" She laughed and stepped toward Klik. "Spider's spin their webs with vanity, but I am no spider. I am a raven. Yet spider or raven, a blood war is a blood war."
The clash of battle and screams pulled the serenity from her mind and just as quickly, mercurial MorrÃgu returned. Her face twisted in disgust and she pointed to the pile of zombies and the fallen elf.
"Look, the nasty elves die before the ugly dead things. Why should we give our blood for them? They'd leave us to die if roles were different..."
Posted on 2016-07-31 at 21:51:52.
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Topic: Dark Sun Q/A
Subject: Second that
Keeper is right, MorrÃgu is not going to help the elves. I'm assuming dark elves and faerie elves have the same dynamic in Athas as they do everywhere else. The elves would be as hostile to her as she is to them. She might stay at a distance and throw some magic, but since that has to be a secret... If her life is in danger on the other hand she will get involved.
Also, I know there has been mention of PVP and the like. I'm playing this character a certain way but there is a line I will not cross. As a player I will go along with the group even if MorrÃgu throws a fit.
As to posting, all this sounds good. Once a week is standard around here. I can't commit to anything more frequent than that myself.
Posted on 2016-07-31 at 21:19:56.
Edited on 2016-07-31 at 21:23:07 by Nimu
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Topic: IRON AGE Game
Subject: Let Chaos Rule
In their journey through the woods, all proved to be more than competent woodsmen. They moved with a silence and grace that few urbanites commanded in the wild. This pleased Iara, and she found something akin to respect growing within. Whether loyalty would blossom from it from another matter.
Wrapped in silence and secret they came upon a Crimson Fist hideout. Details and identity were obscured with their backs turned to them, but that left for other more pleasant opportunities. Iara smiled cruelly. Her desire for discord would soon be fulfilled.
"Let chaos rule."
With those softly spoken words, Iara struck out with Unseelie magic weaving a dark curse to infect the mind of the largest of the bandits. War it might become, but where there was war there was always chaos.
((OOC: Confusion Glamourie targeting the Axman at the right table))
Posted on 2016-07-31 at 09:38:23.
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Topic: Iron Age Q/A
Subject: We need another ally
Thanks for clarifying, Shield Wolf.
I'm fine with trying to Charm one of the big axmen. If we're all on board with that scheme them I'll post up soon.
Posted on 2016-07-26 at 23:53:13.
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Topic: Iron Age Q/A
Subject: We are the ZIMS
I love it!
Marching order is good by me. A thought before we jump into combat, Iara could try and hit a few of them with a charm before they know we are there and feel all threatened and resistant. What do you all think about that strategy?
Would the Charm glamourie immediately alert the others to our presence and give them the threatened ST bonus? Wondering if we could use the cover of surprise to deal with this non violently... I mean, we just need to catch them, right?
Posted on 2016-07-26 at 10:04:24.
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Topic: IRON AGE Game
Subject: Such nice men
And so they left Tulduroc under the glowing blanket of the highnoon sun and an autumnal breeze kissed them farewell.
Iara led their rag tag group out of the city toward the northern woods and the rumored home of the Crimson Fist. Her musing on the bandits were soon eclipsed by solar worship. It felt good to leave the mortal city, to feel a touch of the untamed sun. With her mood greatly improved by the wild air, Iara began to take stock of her companions. A sly smiled curved over her lips when her gaze fell on the shapeshifting youth Savis. Even in his human form he was scrappy and lacked even a hint of subtlety, she had caught him eyeing her more than once along the way. A few days ago she might have entertained his attentions and drank in that youthful enthusiasm, but now... To give in to desire now was dangerous, the Unseelie within was as likely to kill as to couple. In her time among men Iara had learned to control those impulses, if not for their well being then her own. Walking now, she was grateful that not one of her new companions was a banal human. It was safer for them all that way.
Their journey was not long, and they soon found themselves before the woodlands. Even so close to the city, Iara could feel its wild call. Here the wild was still untamed and the old laws still ruled. Her troop of haunting fey had been silent since morning, but they were never far. In the woods they would make themselves known. Iara only hoped the proximity to the mortal world had quieted whatever faeries remained in this wood. This was no time for such an introduction.
Conversation quickly turned to the next course of action. One path seemed as likely as the next, but it was the gnome that spoke sense.
"If nothing here is obvious, I would suggest we go into the woods a back way." Zick piped in. "Try to come at it from the side and move quietly. Maybe we can scout things out a bit without going through the front door."
Iara nodded slowly, the subtle approach was always best. "Agreed but which is the back door and which is the front?"
Posted on 2016-07-25 at 11:48:28.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Pasty Skinned Elves!
MorrÃgu hissed at the sight of the surface elves. She hated the nasty creatures. If the enemy overwhelmed them then so be it, not like they would accept her help anyway.
"The sunlight faeries can fight their own war. Let's move on and get out of the nasty nasty sun!"
MorrÃgu punctuated her point by spitting on the ground and heading onward.
Posted on 2016-07-24 at 20:44:00.
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Topic: Dark Sun Q/A
Subject: Perfect!
That picking her up acton was great! Hope you enjoy her attentions 
MorrÃgu doesn't need to sleep either, just a short trance. She'll be at watch too. Also, if she can hide casting a cantrip, she'll play a trick on Trossach just before morning. Maybe scent his bedroll. I'm sure once he figures out the source Trossach can find something equally entertaining to visit on the little drow.
Whaddaya say Nomad?
Posted on 2016-07-17 at 11:18:56.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Why don't you just go to sleep...
MorrÃgu stomped along in a fury. She had spend the WHOLE day walking in the nasty sun. The. Whole. Day. A bit of shade from the giant bug-man-thing was her only respite from the shining, burning horror that filled the skies. Not that it did much, the sun didn't burn her anymore than it did the surface dwelling fools who loved its light. She just could barely see a damn thing. Squinting so she didn't trip over a stray rock made her stomping tantrum far less intimidating. She would have set something on fire had she been able to see it.
Yet her solar ordeal was not the true source of her fury, it was the Mul. The giant blubbering oaf had picked her up like a child, and taken her out into the sun with the rest of them. HE had pick HER up LIKE A CHILD. Oh how she hated him. The glares she had been shooting Trossach throughout the day were decidedly diminished by her squinting. Since that method of expression had been denied her, MorrÃgu would have to find a more creative means of expressing her displeasure. Perhaps something involving the aroma of goblin butt... Until then she would have to resort to cursing, which she had done with colorful proficiency throughout the day.
They made camp just as the daylight horror began to die down because the light loving twits were getting tired or afraid of the dark or some other wimpy idiocy. She had been forced, FORCED, to walk in the light and now that she could finally see they wanted to stop and sleep. Stupid clumsy men! MorrÃgu hissed and cursed again.
Just as she was about to begin another colorful litany Ochit walked up to her holding some crude wooden contraption. He held the object out to her and MorrÃgu quickly snatched it from his hand for proper inspection. What was it!
"Wear day. Make sun not bright." Ochit barked.
MorrÃgu looked up at him with eyes violet and azure. She quickly placed the trinket over her eyes and found they made the world a wonderfully darker place. It worked! Ochit had magic fingers. Giggling she grabbed the half-orc and gave him a big hug. She didn't even mind the smell of orc. Then, MorrÃgu the Great stepped away, and began to twirl and dance with glee. That glee was short lived.
After the morning violation Trossach dared to approach her, "MorrÃgu, I don't know how tired walking in the sun has made you, perhaps you need more rest than the rest of us. Or maybe, since the night is your time, you are stronger. Why don't you double shift with someone as much as you feel capable. That was we take advantage of your nocturnal abilities as much as possible, while ensuring that you get the rest you need before tackling the daylight again."
Was he trying to be all nice nice now?
MorrÃgu said nothing and stood there, motionless and smiling.
"Kyorl hwuen uk v'dri, ussta ssinssrigg. Udos zhal inbau ukta wun l'isto."
(Wait until he sleeps, my love. We shall get him in the night.)
Xenophobella's voice was always calming and she had the best ideas. Nocturnal tortures sounded so lovely. MorrÃgu giggled and then skipped away. It was going to be such a lovely night.
Posted on 2016-07-17 at 11:02:52.
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Topic: IRON AGE Game
Subject: Autumn Dawning
The first rays of autumn light filtered in through the carved screens leaving patterns of gold and rose on the wooden floor. These were humble apartments and fitting hand carved screens into the windows had been an opulent expense, not that she had paid for it herself. In a city of gullible men with deep pockets there was no need for Iara Umaa'a to finance her own way. Spending her own coin would have been nothing short of ridiculous. She had a reputation to uphold.
With each breath the morning light grew brighter until there was not for Iara to do but rise herself. The last night of summer had been a long one. She had danced and drunk until all around her had fallen either to sleep or into inebriation. There were few who could match the merriment of a faerie. Mortals grew tired, their legs stiffened, they became drunk. Iara did not. In lifetimes past she would have danced until the first rays of autumn light bled through the dark skies. There would have been song and laughter spinning through rings of flowers and mushrooms with faeries small and large joined in delight. Such joys were no longer hers to claim. She had left Faerie and refused the will of the courts. Freedom might be one of the great ideals of the fey, but it meant nothing against the demands of allegiance. If the very rhythms of the seasons belonged to the Seelie and Unseelie, how could one faerie stand against the tide?
Iara had tried but her refusal to align herself with one of the great courts had been tolerated only for a time. It might have taken centuries, but the Seelie and the Unseelie had made their demands. As mortals built their cities with coal and steam, Faerie retreated ever deeper into the mists. Technocracy would soon overcome the rule of magic and wonder. In their inexorable retreat into the wild, the fey themselves became ever more tribal. To remain unaligned had become impossible, and so Iara had left. Let the Seelie and Unseelie have their feud, she would make her way among the mortals.
A sharp tug at her hair followed by impish laughter proved she had not left that world quite as fully as she thought. A host of the young unaligned had followed her, ensuring that mischief and trickery would be ever present. A small dark one appeared before her, complete with fur and tiny horns. With its leathery batwings beating furiously, the diminutive fey pointed at her and laughed hysterically. In answer, Iara swatted the little miscreant sending it flying across the room. More shrieks of laughter followed.
Iara finally rose from her bed to make her way to the mirror and washstand. Autumn had gifted her with a transformation of her own. The youthful face that stared back at her the night before had been smoothed away into ageless perfection. Her copper skin would never know the touch of time and the light in her violet eyes had been swallowed by a darkness so deep that it seemed to pull some of the world in. With the coming of Autumn's chill, fresh radiance had become a terrible haunting beauty. This was as she would be, an Unseelie witch until the dawning of spring.
Her violet black eyes traced the sculpted copper angles of her face up to her mane of shining silver hair. It remained unchanged, save for the thousands of braids upon braids the haunting fey had plaited while she wandered in dreams. She hated braids. Feeling the Unseelie cruelty rise within, Iara screamed.
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The marauding army of fey had been silent after her morning tantrum. Trinkets, cups, and even a vase had all been flung against the wall. While shattering them had been pleasant, it had only delayed the labor of smoothing the braids from her hair. Even with the aid of magic, the task had consumed the early morning hours leaving Iara in a foul mood that only chaos could lift. A need to sow discord had driven her out into the city streets and now she glided through the market square. Slithering through the crowds, Iara moved among the vendors, street performers, and daylight denizens of the city. Her time in Tulduroc had been nocturnal and the morning light revealed a sensorially overwhelming city. To move in the light and remain unseen was exhilarating.
Iara had become bored with her nocturnal manipulations. Using dance and desire to get her way was far too easy in this place. It had become routine, even banal, and she could not abide banality. Autumn light had brought change, there was not to do but follow where it led.
After wandering aimlessly for a time, the morning pulse led her to the job post board at market center. Iara pursed her lips in distaste, she did not work. Nevertheless she continued forward. Little remained on the job board and each task was more distasteful than the last. Gathering herbs and ingredients indeed!
Of the few perusing the postings, the wide eyed gnome stood out first. Iara smiled, she rather liked gnomes. The little man reached up and plucked down the call to hunt the Crimson Fist Band.
"Bandits anyone? I'm thinking a few of us could have some fun and make some coin, all while doing a good deed for the poor people of this community!"
He was quickly joined by a striking bird-man who held out his hand in introduction, "Aye, I'd be willing to help. Name's Mattia, pleased to make your acquaintance."
Iara let her dark gaze wash over the two men. She'd been pleased by the sight of the gnome until he started in with the talk of good deeds and helping people. Altruism was dreadfully boring. Still, he'd mentioned fun and gnomes were at the very least entertaining... and perhaps that noble heart could be redirected towards better ends? Then there was the avian giant. He stank of honorable intention just as much as the gnome but she might find opportunity there. For too long she had twisted the lives of those already corrupt and she needed the challenge of a noble heart or two. Even brighter was the possibility that honor hid a well of discord deep enough to match her own. Either path would be better than another night of dancing for rich men. A smile spread across the faerie's face and she began to wonder if she knew any member of the Crimson Fist.
With a twinkle in her dark eyes Iara stepped forward, "Greetings to you both. Bandit snatching sounds delightful. Please call me Iara."
(Iara is unholy beautiful. All through spring and summer she embodies life dawning. She is youthful and beguiling with smooth copper skin radiating sunlit warmth. A mane of long, silver hair flows in loose curls down to her small waist. Iara is lithe bodied with slender dancing curves. High cheekbones sculpt a youthful face and narrow to dark full lips. Her bright eyes burn with an incandescent violet light recalling twilight on a summer night. Yet come the Autumn chill all becomes a terrible, haunting beauty. Youth is smoothed away into ageless perfection that stares out unchanging into eternity. Her lithe grace remains but it is transformed into an utterly unearthly thing. The light of her violet eyes dies to fade into a darkness so deep it absorbs the light. On winter night there is no warmth, there is only the cold and the dark.)
Posted on 2016-07-16 at 16:27:15.
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Topic: Dark Sun Q/A
Subject: Convinced
The back post idea works for me. Shade is a good idea. Let's say one of the bigger folks picked her up mid wail and hauled her outside with the group. I can pick up with her walking under the shade in a foul mood. Does that sound good to everyone?
Not trying to take slow things down. Cooperation will be there, I just want to stay true to the character.
Posted on 2016-07-11 at 21:23:44.
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Topic: Iron Age Q/A
Subject: Posts!
Yes, psyched the game has started. Had a surprise change and had to work this weekend, so a little behind this week. Slowly working on a post, hope to have it up soon. Definitely by Saturday.
What days do you plan on doing updates?
Posted on 2016-07-11 at 21:20:13.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Sun Bad
"What is it you want then? Supplies? Fine. Take them. I'll give you three for the price of two. Is that fair to the rest of you?"
MorrÃgu beamed. All of her smiling had convinced the nasty human to make up for his rudeness. She might even let him keep a finger or two. Maybe... Never letting her smile falter, the dark elf proffered the required coin and quickly stashed the supplies in her bad. It was all for her and Xenophobella. Giggling to herself a bit, MorrÃgu began to move away from the trader but was stopped by Ochit looming shadow. The hulking beast had come to darken her mood again!
"Sell right. Not cheat you." Towering above her, Ochit stared down as he lectured. "Manners bad. No make scary talk. Better than him maybe not."
Her smile remained in place as Ochit turned and walked away but the light in her eyes completely died. There was not even the faintest glimmer of mischief. There was only wrath. He had said the stinking human sow was her equal. A human! A MALE!
Her fingers began to twitch at her side.
"Honglath ussta ssinssrigg. L'ust'dan orn tlu sila've ugul, jhal dos z'klaen tlu zaale. Fay'laph weth harventh."
(Calm my love. The infidel will be brought low, but you must be patient. Savor each cut.)
At the sound of Xenophobella's voice Morrîgu ceased her twitching. She was right. Now was just not the time to teach the orcish fool the way of things. There would be time for such things later, and she would stretch them out into the sweetest of symphonies. The thought of Ochit's song made her erupt with giggles. With her wrath having cooled, MorrÃgu stuck her tongue out at the half-orc's back and then proceeded to follow him, skipping all the way.
Upon hearing the intentions to travel out into the nasty sunshine, that skipping abruptly stopped. They were going to travel the whole way bathed in foul sunlight... Fear filled MorrÃgu's eyes and she looked at each one of them pleadingly.
"Nooooooooooooo," MorrÃgu whined. "Not the nasty sun."
((OOC: Fully intend to cooperate with you all about traveling by day, but MorrÃgu is a dark elf, and she's crazy, so she'll need a bit of convincing.)
Posted on 2016-07-10 at 21:41:47.
Edited on 2016-07-10 at 21:50:23 by Nimu
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Kill it!
"ELGG OL! ELGG OL ELGG OL!" Xenophobella's screams filled the air as she thrashed about wildly. "Gilt'r tir olt siltrin! Sel'lor ol pholor chath! Chathes l'wael lu"zirn ol ulu olt sifsihlian dalharen. ELGG OL!"
(KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT! Rip off its flesh! Set it aflame! Roast the fool and feed it to its nasty children. KILL IT!)
MorrÃgu instead stood there and silently continued to smile with a dangerous light in her eyes. She traced over his face, memorizing every detail. The ugly man had been most rude and she really didn't like him. Not one bit. He'd have to die, but not right now with all the nasty Templars watching. Xenophobella should no better than that. Trader flambé would have to wait for a time when they were alone. It would be so nice. Maybe she'd keep him in a room without any light and remove a little something from him everyday. She'd have to start with his nasty tongue...
As MorrÃgu thought on all the fun they would be having together, the others gathered around her, even Ochit. Why big old Ochit was the first one to come to her defense. She might not have to break him after all. With all her new friends around her, MorrÃgu beamed with glee and giggled.
Leaning in the dark elven girl batted her eyes demurely as she stared up into the trader's eyes, "Tell me, how well do your children sleep at night?"
Posted on 2016-07-04 at 16:54:44.
Edited on 2016-07-04 at 16:55:23 by Nimu
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Topic: Dark Sun Q/A
Subject: All good
Happens. Update is on Mondays, right? I will try to post tonight, but probably will be for tomorrow morning.
Posted on 2016-07-03 at 16:51:04.
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Topic: Dark Sun Q/A
Subject: Trader oh trader
MorrÃgu was trying to use being drow to get a bit of a discount. Or entertain herself. I'll post her reaction tomorrow.
Posted on 2016-06-28 at 22:10:14.
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Topic: another game reboot
Subject: What we got?
Just wondering if we have healing covered? If not I can change up spells. Just let me know.
Posted on 2016-06-27 at 19:14:28.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: But I don't wanna pay!
MorrÃgu's mood improved significantly once they stepped into the tavern and out of the wretched sun. And so she presented the trader with one of her most winning and promising smiles. She was rewarded with the usual bulging eyes and rapid movement. These surface dwellers were so accommodating when she smiled at them. It almost made living under the damn sun worth it, almost.
Posted on 2016-06-26 at 13:48:08.
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Topic: another game reboot
Subject: Great!
Thanks!
Posted on 2016-06-17 at 21:40:43.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Don't $%&# with crazy people!
MorrÃgu stood, blinking in anticipation, waiting with her hand held out. Once he agreed to it they would have such fun. She would ride atop his shoulders and he would run, the sweet night wind rustling through her hair.
Ochit, it seemed, had other ideas. The brute stepped back and then he did the unthinkable. He denied her.
"Work together but friend best not."
Work together but friend best not...
Work together but friend best not...
The stinking fat orc refused her. HER! He should be kissing her feet grateful that one such as her even talked to him. Instead HE refused HER!
WORK TOGETHER BUT FRIEND BEST NOT
MorrÃgu wanted to scream. She would set him on fire and feed his cooked flesh to his mother! She would dip him in acid one limb at a time! Oh the horrors she would visit on him. Oh the horrors!
"Gi ussta ssinssrigg, dos z'klaen lassrinn natha fuer'yon ust. Talinth d'jal l'jivvin do'rn inbal..."
(Oh my love, you must break a beast first. Think of all the fun you'll have...)
At the sound of Xenophobella's voice she dropped her hand and tilted her head to the side. Wise Xenophobella's words did make sense and breaking big Ochit would be so much fun. It could be a game and they had all the way to the ruins to play! The light returned to MorrÃgu's eyes and she giggled.
Posted on 2016-06-17 at 21:39:15.
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Crazy is as crazy does.
Silent in the darkness, she spun her web. Eight graceful legs guided the silk from her spinnerets around long filaments of silk already spun, methodically placing each thread. One among thousands, she danced in the eternal night. Were it not for the faint moonlight, she would have been all but invisible. But she was not.
There was no warning. A shining beak snatched the spider from her spinning as dark wings tore through her web before flying high into the night sky. The other spiders rushed in, but they were too late. The raven was gone, disappearing into the darkness above. She had taken their sister with her.
Far above them all the raven smiled. There was one less spider in the world, and from her would rise another raven.
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Wrapping herself in the tattered white cloth of her robes, MorrÃgu huddled in trying to find some shelter from the blinding horror that was the sun. She never ventured out when the sun rose in the sky, especially not during the awful dawn. The dark elf hated dawn most of all, a daily reminder of her solar enemy's eternal rule. Oh how she wished to kill the sun, to blot it out forever with cool darkness.
Let beautiful shadows rise up and swallow the world.
Burning with hate, MorrÃgu's glare followed the Templars and their would-be-heroes as they left the town square. She had been safely wrapped in darkness only to be forcefully roused to help them hunt down magic. Sending a witch to hunt down magic... Foolish twits them all! She'd show them magic, make an arcane flambé out of that fat human that had pushed her into the morning light. It'd be a feast for his nasty Templar friends! At that the dark elf smiled.
Roasty. Crispy. Roasty! Crispy!
"Dormagyn l"lalys whol ultrinnan, ussa ssinssrigg" The other dark elf had finally broken the silence. "Udossata olath faer orn vaq'mina ulnin, jhal jlole zaalei ust."
(Save the smile for victory, my love. Our dark magic will consume them soon, but cool patience first.)
MorrÃgu nodded at the wisdom and bowed her head. Xenophobella was right, she was always right. Xenophobella was really, really, really smart. Best to listen to her.
Nearby chatter drew her attention to the few that remained in the square. The five others drew closer. Although difficult to make out in the wretched light, their forms became clearer as they drew closer, especially that of the hulking brute closest to her. Looking up to the half-orc, MorrÃgu smiled. She'd always wanted a pet giant and he had a lovely name. Ochit. Her ugly sweet Ochit!
As introductions were made round the group, MorrÃgu took them in with elven eyes, one blue and one violet. There was a gangly half-elf, a pompous human, and massive mul, and... a giant bug. Her eyes widened at the sight of such a creature. Overtaken with curiosity, the drow girl stepped forward to poke and see if it was real. That's when the horror happened. Out of nowhere thoughts in a voice not her own filled her mind. Grabbing her head, she screamed and tossed about in a vain attempt to kill the nasty intruder.
"Honglath, ussta ssinssrigg. Honglath. Nindel zha fridj lu'oh nind telanth."
(Calm, my love. Calm. That is just how they speak.)
At the sound of Xenophobella's soothing voice she stopped screaming, faced the others, and giggled.
"Vendul dosstan, nin, jhal xuat tesso mina bauth, uns'aa. Naut fridj quin. Udos z'klaen kyori vel'bol nind shlu'ta xun whol udossa ussta ssinssrig."
(Introduce yourself, now, but don't tell them about me. Not just yet. We must see what they can do for us, my love.)
MorrÃgu nodded, "Siyo. Usstan orn. Udos orn. Usstan zhal. Udos zhal." Stepping forward the dark elven witch smiled and spoke in a heavily accented common. "I am the great MorrÃgu!"
(Yes. I will. We will. I shall. We shall)
Moving closer to Ochit she looked up and held out her hand, "Let's be best friends."
MorrÃgu smiled as she looked up with a light in her eyes. Whether it be the light of innocence or insanity...
((OOC: Meet MorrÃgu. Translations for drow are in parentheses. Xenophobella may or may not be real, so only MorrÃgu can see and hear her. Off we go!))
Posted on 2016-06-17 at 12:32:24.
Edited on 2016-06-17 at 21:21:05 by Nimu
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Topic: another game reboot
Subject: Party!
Looks like a great group. Looking forward to getting started.
How do you want us to deal with abilities? Rolling? Point buy?
Posted on 2016-06-17 at 10:49:32.
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