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Topic: Wheel of Time recruitment - CLOSED
Subject: Got it!
Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking. Maybe I can focus on weather and illusions? Will have to take a better look after work. Thanks!
Posted on 2018-10-29 at 12:57:38.
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Topic: Wheel of Time recruitment - CLOSED
Subject: to any and all
Whoever can answer the question. Just want to make sure there is some balance in our party.
Posted on 2018-10-29 at 12:48:30.
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Topic: Wheel of Time recruitment - CLOSED
Subject: Initiate
Great!
Here’s what I’m thinking:
Aes Sedai, Blue Ajah, Ebou Dari or Domani
Wise One, Aiel
I also like the idea of a dream walker, or at least working towards that. What areas are the other Channelers focusing on?
Posted on 2018-10-29 at 12:37:12.
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Topic: Wheel of Time recruitment - CLOSED
Subject: Fantastic
Great! Yes, I’m very familiar with the series. Would love to do an Aes Sedai or Wise One, something like that. Exciting!
Posted on 2018-10-28 at 21:55:20.
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Topic: Wheel of Time recruitment - CLOSED
Subject: Ooooooooh
Now this sounds intriguing. Do you have room for one more?
Posted on 2018-10-28 at 19:59:48.
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Topic: Looking for 1 last player
Subject: Go for it!
If you can get it going together I’m still on board.
Posted on 2018-10-28 at 16:14:26.
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Topic: An old face returns?
Subject: !!!!
Great news! Welcome back!
Posted on 2018-02-11 at 12:52:35.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Posted!
Sorry about the delay, been in holiday mode.
I have her taking on a number of actions since we're not yet in combat rounds. Let me know if possible or if I need to edit. Thanks!
Happy New Year All!
Posted on 2017-12-27 at 21:50:22.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: What? Who's there?
Sehanine smiled, almost genuinely, as she ascended into the carraige with the verbose gnome. Lies were always more believable when you believed them just a little yourself. So she smiled and joined Gymenzious (and his flapping jaw).
The journey was made dreadfully long by an endless stream of chatter spewing from the gnome. It was surely divine intervention that kept her from silencing the diminutive speaker or at the very least filling the carriage with imaginatively obscene visions. That and the more he talked the more she learned. Goals were sobering, even for the fey, and so Sehanine encouraged him to talk more. Whenever there was a moment of silence, the faery leaned in with a silvery question. After hours of nonstop chatter, Sehanine had a much better understanding of the little man and his motivations.
Their journey ended as abruptly as it had begun and they found themselves at the shore confronted by a truly dire fate. The masted ship docked nearby portended many more hours of the gnomes shrill pontificating. Slowly, Sehanine looked over towards Gymenzious to find him berating a nearby sailor with a blast of high pitched greetings. There was little chance the gnomish diplomat would make it to the other side of the shore.
Just as the elf resigned herself to the continued torture by chatter, little Calopee saved the day, again. Quickly snapping her gaze in the direction of the halfling's warning, Sehanine peered into the wooded depths. With a word of power and the snap of her fingers fey magic swirled around her, tightening into an impenetrable web of force that traced the contours of her body. Another snap of her fingers and Sehanine vanished from sight. She would be no easy target today.
Her violet gaze penetrated the sylvan shadows, seeking movement or any other threat. Through it all, dark magic danced at her fingertips.
((OOC: Mage Armor, Invisibility, Spot Check))
Posted on 2017-12-27 at 21:46:22.
Edited on 2017-12-27 at 21:46:52 by Nimu
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Still here
I'm still here too, just been out of commission past few days. I'll take a look tomorrow or tuesday and work something up.
Posted on 2017-12-10 at 20:29:01.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Moving forward
It looks like we've all hinted at our characters eventually agreeing to take on this job - some implied, some direct - but looks a lot like everyone wants to move forward. Great if you all want to RP more on this, but also think it's okay for an update if we're unable to pull that together in the next day or so. Sound good?
Posted on 2017-11-28 at 20:35:14.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: What games may come
The swirling magic of the nocturnal fey trance set in as Sehanine retired, retracing the many lifetimes her own years had spanned. Memories overlayed memories, grounding the faery to the core of who she was. Mingled among were they events of the day past. All should have flowed past, to join the course of the river that was her long life. Yet one thing remained a moment longer, refusing to move on.
Glowing violet eyes turned grey, then as stone shattered. Beyond the terran dust, a lithe figure robed in darkness. For a moment there, then gone. Like the memories, fleeting and flowing...
It shouldn't have haunted her, but it did. Why had such a creature been sent to claim the bounty on a mere bandit? Such humble prey should have been beneath any who held that kind of power. What threads knotted beyond where she could see?
None of this should have mattered to her. Schell, Jaron, even the Favored were fleeting moments that would fade over the passage of centuries. Such should be little more than amusment, barely worth notice. Yet, Sehanine found that all this did matter, and that terrified her more than any shadow assassin ever could.
The hours of reverie flowed by until the light of dawn stirred her back into the world of the living. Still, she remained in the bed, letting the gravity of her nocturnal revelations wash over. Change and the tide of chaos had long been her dearest friends, but even she had been caught in their web in the end.
MORNIN' HEROES!
Argos' booming voice ripped the faery from her melancholic musings, a gift for which she was beyond grateful. In a century or two she might even remember him, a gift he should be incredibly honored by. Wars had been fought for less, and here she was ready to offer it to the man-bear for a mere distraction. HE SHOULD BE GROVELING! The utter lack of such prostrations did not escape Sehanine's notice. Such a slight would require a grave punishment. Her imagination jumped in response pulling together one horrific torture after another. Blistering oozing boils had a rather nice ring to it, perhaps a new boil might sprout up every time the buffoon bellowed. Or she could just drive him mad. Such a thing took time, but her kind were highly proficient in the provocations of insanity. Such would be a deliriously pleasant diversion from all her grave concerns. The thought brought a genuine smile to her lips.
"Oh... did one of you let in a bunch of goats last night?"
At the mention of the marauding goats Sehanine looked over to the deliciously deviant Calopee and winked. "I tend to steer clear of the goat stench. Perhaps it was the darling Maud... were you with her Tristan?"
Verbal daggers were improving her mood significantly. It might even turn out to be a good day. Still, the mention of visitors from the capital was somewhat sobering. They would need to be presentable. Snapping her fingers Sehanine sent fey magic to work. Fueled with the power of lemon cleaners, the charm scrubbed the Favored clean polishing away the previous days dirt. Hair was combed and armor was polished. Soon the five appeared to be the mighty heroes they claimed to be, and if the lemon scent lingered about shifty Tristan just a bit longer then all the better.
In the tavern they were greeted by the frenetic gnome Gymenzious and his taciturn partner, Karl the giant. The armored man might prove difficult if conflict arose, but he was likely the more straightforward of the two to deal with. It was the gnome that drew her attention. The diminutive creatures were sly and for a mortal race possessed remarkable arcane talents. In general Sehanine was rather fond of the mischievous folk, but this one would need to be watched closely until she had a better sense of his motives and his talents. Calopee, it seemed, had similar concerns. The halfling never ceased to impress her. Sehanine kept her arcane senses tight as the gnome performed his soliloquy, all the while maintaining the relaxed composure all had come to expect of her.
The thought of infiltrating an important merchant house intrigued her greatly. She could cause boundless heaps of trouble there, enough to entertain her for a significant amount of time. Still, there were the yipping gnome's motives and the details of the actual job to consider. Gym darling had let something slip, a bit of his plans cut off before the full revelation. It might be nothing more than economic gains, but things were rarely so simple. He would have to be watched indeed.
A bit of lovely acid roiled up as Malachi the Malignant stuffed his foot down his throat. Sehanine had no issues with the letting the man think he was in charge. If he wanted to play leader he could enjoy the bright red target that came with the job. She vastly preferred manipulation, and it seemed Mal was more than willing to oblige. Of course the rest of the party weren't so pleased with the man speaking for them. Truth be told it would likely have sent her into a harpy rage on another day, but the prospect of this new job pleased her too much to ignite her ire. In the end they would likely agree to take on House Merinuk's sensitive matter, even if just for the promise of a change of scenery.
So Sehanine waited, and let them argue out toward the inevitable conclusion. It really was the best course of action. She noted a tinge of regret at not being able to fulfill her bloody vendetta against Argos. Perhaps another day, time was not a resource she lacked.
((OOC: Cast Prestidigitation))
Posted on 2017-11-26 at 18:51:28.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: And we're off!
So happy to see this back and running again! Traveling for the holiday and will post when i get back this weekend. Yaya!!!!
Posted on 2017-11-24 at 12:35:06.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: Fortunes Favored
Great! Picking up near where we left off makes sense. Would be good to take a few posts to get my head back in the game. I'll read up the back posts for now. Definitely want to continue with Sehanine, it as it's been 2 years, maybe make some tweaks. What do you think? I'm traveling this weekend but can get some possibilities out when I return. So thrilled this is back on!!!
Posted on 2017-11-10 at 07:40:45.
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Topic: Looking for your input on my potential input
Subject: Gruggles!!!!
Would love to play! Now to think... wickedly
Or you know, Fortunes Favored :-)
Posted on 2017-11-08 at 23:28:44.
Edited on 2017-11-08 at 23:39:59 by Nimu
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Topic: Dark Sun Game
Subject: Keep that light out my dark!
MorrÃgu basked in the glory of the darkness. It covered all in its shadow; consuming, swallowing. To her eyes the world became alive again, form became clearer in the void, like a mirror to the world of light. To her eyes it was right and true. She was home. And then the light returned.
The dark elven girl hissed at Reynard as he waved around the nasty torchlight. This light didn't burn her eyes, but after days of wandering beneath the sunlight horror MorrÃgu yearned for complete darkness.
Muttering drow curses about light blind fools and impotency, the little witch followed the rest of the group. Her restraint in not smothering the torchlight was a feat worthy of divine praise, yet none of the others even noticed. This brought another litany of profanity from her lips.
They all seemed to mutter to themselves from time to time, a symptom of the outcast walking together. Little secrets of themselves spilling out into the dark.
Reynard spoke to himself just as she walked past, "When I was a child, my parents told me that it is normal to fear the dark. You never know what lurks in the shadows."
Hearing this, MorrÃgu turned her gaze upon the man, her violet and blue eyes drawing him in. An ancient knowing seemed to overtake the mercurial girl.
"There is mystery in the darkness," she spoke in smooth calm tones, "and the mysteries are God."
A fey giggle left her lips and she skipped away from Reynard to the darker corners of the passage.
Soon their journey let them to an empty barracks. When their search found nothing it was decided they would follow the door to the right. Magic crackled around her as they prepared to continue on.
((OOC: Sorry, just saw this!))
Posted on 2017-03-19 at 11:42:12.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: What to do...
As stated, Xana really doesn't care what happens to the ferals. If they can pry more information out of them, she would be for that, but as to their final fate she has no real opinion either way.
Once the direction of things is known, Xana will share a bit more of the hook discovered on the wanderings with Daxos.
Posted on 2017-02-23 at 16:44:04.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: Posted
Thanks for the nudge. I was traveling for a bit so got distracted.
Maybe we can see what happens with the ferals and then make a decision from there. Both Daxos and Xana are waiting on that to see what to do.
Posted on 2017-02-18 at 16:21:32.
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: Kill them or not
"How shall we kill them? Hanging or burning?"
A chorus of shouts erupted from the crowd. They called for blood. And vengeance. And justice. And retribution. And... And... And... And it was all dreadfully predictable. Xana was more than tempted to liven things up a bit, but with the masses as rapid as they were she was likely to get caught in the flames herself. Not an end she particularly desired.
The dark faery exhaled softly and began to study her fingernails. Even after a century in this apocalypse she still managed to keep them perfect. Beauty had become a point of stubborn pride, one last thread that remained of who she had been before the fall.
Xana sighed again as she regarded her ragtag crew of traveling companions, will them to silence. If the people of Pike wanted the ferals dead there was no way of convincing them otherwise. Only blood would quench that thirst. Any efforts to dissuade them might well start a riot and that would be quite unpleasant.
It was a pity they could not learn more of the fabled land of water and stars to the north, but she doubted there were many drops left. If the opportunity came to speak with them, Xana would take it, but she would not put her neck out to do so. For now it might have to be enough to know there was a place where the stars still shone. Given time she would find it, and time was one thing she had.
So, she would wait for now and see what became of things. If she could not pursue one end, there were other curiosities that had arisen.
Posted on 2017-02-18 at 16:19:50.
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: we're baaaaa-aaack
Xana kept pace with Daxos as the pair returned to the city. The walk through Pike was as edifying as it was unpleasant. There was no structure that escaped the ugliness of the age. Rough hewn structures surrounded and their ramshackle state was made all the more apparent by the magical cleanliness. A shining slum was still a slum.
Mortals had let the rains wash away beauty. Now desperation was all that was left. Xana could see it in the eyes of any they passed, sunken and weighted with despair.
There should have been pity, but that well had dried up long ago. Now all she had was disdain and disgust.
On reaching the town hall they rejoined the rest of their traveling band. Conversation was brief between them. Finding it difficult to keep the venom from her tongue, Xana let Daxos take on most of the discussion. She listened and nodded, adding a few details here or there as they waited for the clerics and townsmen to decide a course.
Posted on 2017-02-05 at 15:12:48.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: Got it!
Thanks! Will have a post up soon.
Posted on 2017-01-30 at 00:27:25.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: Post
Was waiting on an answer PM from you to post. Think Nomad and I are both in that camp.
Posted on 2017-01-29 at 23:22:10.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: What do you all think?
Might be good just to post an update to get moving.
Posted on 2017-01-15 at 21:04:26.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: !!!
Still here too. Figured I better go ahead and post at long last.
Posted on 2017-01-15 at 20:29:22.
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: Come join me in the dark
Xana pursed her lips as Tolly and Garret followed Tommen deeper into the wretched city. Were they still in Lake City she would have certainly joined the priests in council. Her age alone offered significant clout in these matters, and she did not like letting the pair wander off to volunteer them for more altruistic buffoonery. Still, demanding a place with them now would require revealing something of her true nature to those here. It would be a petulant act, a childishly ineffectual one at that. There was little doubt that her voice of dissension would fall flat here and it would reveal too much of what she kept secret. Better to work from the shadows.
She needed time to consider a pathway to the stars, to find a door back to Faerie. It was unlikely, but perhaps something in the stinking hovel would spark inspiration for a plan.
Daxos' voice broke her reverie, "I want to look around. The guard seems to be right that there isn't much here, but I'd still like to see it. If anyone wants to join me they are welcome. I'm not expecting much, but it seems more interesting that sitting here. I'll probably head in the direction of the river."
Xana smiled, "To the river then."
She rather liked the small man, even if she did have to look past his earnest love of the common man. That could be fixed given time. A walk to the river might well be the perfect start to a beautiful corruption.
Posted on 2017-01-15 at 20:27:23.
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