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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: yep
Peter will probably go in the forefront or very near it.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-13 at 17:03:40.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: diggin
Sounds good about the digging. I imagine Peter thinking in simple straightforward ideas that are not always the brightest so you might have to remind him that it doesn't make sense to dig right down the main path.
And thanks for the note Tann, it seems I looked over something again. My post will be altered to reflect that.
Loving the game so far guys,
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-13 at 02:04:38.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: positioning
I can't speak for Raven/Brandr, I'm not even yet sure that he's agreed to the proposition of digging, but Peter will walk over to wherever the boys with the shovels are. If they have already begun digging, Peter will continue the hole that they've started. If not, I can't really imagine Peter wandering off too far, he might take a couple steps away from where everybody else is experimenting and if no one else there and he can see clearly enough through the bubble, his logic would probably recommend digging right into the main path. Directly south on the map. 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-12 at 16:05:52.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: I love it!
Haha, that's adorable. Look what Al has inspired! Honestly, I'm quite impressed with her writing; if I dug up something I wrote when I was seven I can't say I'd enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed reading that little ditty. If you would thank her very much for her contribution and tell her we are looking forward to when she can join our ranks Ol' Dragonblood would be much obliged! 
Funny side note: My first, ever DnD character was a Paladin named Jason.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-11 at 23:13:27.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: there we go
Alright. Finally got up my response to Bohen. I had over looked that post earlier Deucalion and had only realized it in going to reread some of Al's post. Either way its up now. I'm really enjoying this role-playing so far, what an interesting cast of characters!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-11 at 23:08:13.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 2 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Compadres
Odin held his cranked crossbow and watched while Bohen fiddled with the remains of the once illustrious Khord museum. Despite the raging chaos of the situation: the onslaught of some pack of insectoid type creatures, the old Khord allowed a small smile to pass across his face. He couldn’t help but be reminded of his years of adventuring. Though the darkness that hid beneath the surface of those memories could not be ignored, neither could the joy and thrill that chase, combat and success had brought Odin.
The tingling sense of apprehension and excitement was cut short by the younger Khords comment, "I don't know. These tunnels might get too close for that bow to be of much use. Do you know how to use that blade if it comes to close-quarters, old man?" The grin disappeared rapidly and Odin had to stop himself before spitting a reply.
Look you little Elf Terd, I could squash you with my pinky toe. If you were any older than a baby you’d know my name. You’d quaver to hear the sharp sound of my blade being drawn. Foxtooth has a taste for khord blood and it’d be my pleasure to cut another kinsman down to cure the world of his ignorance and his idiocy.
But Odin bit his tongue and as the raw flash of wrath passed back into a calm amusement he looked upon the youth with kinder eyes than the ire that had burned there before. The tracker seemed he had not been among Khords in years and couldn’t be expected to know of Odin’s infamy.
Whether due to age or experience, perhaps it was a blessing to be unknown before him. He had known enough hate for the slaughter he had brought like a dark cloud over every khord community he passed through. His name had proceeded him through burrows and shook fear into the heart of grown Khords, keeping their children up through every passing night. Though many of it had grown to legend and perhaps Odin’s own ego stoked the fire of the legendary status he imagined himself having, Odin Foxblade was still not a welcome name among most.
Odin took the words the ranger had spoken to him and turned them over in his mind. Of course, it was a logical concern of Bohen’s and it was in Odin’ best interest to squash the fear instead of the khord himself. He paused and planned out a response so he perhaps would not be perceived as such a fool in his speech this time. He picked the ‘s’es out of his words and made sure he knew them well.
Odin knelt so he could be on the level of Bohen and looked into the younger Khords eyes, “I agree kid. It might be too tight for my bow, but we don’t yet know and if they’re coming down the tunnel and I got the room I don’t want to be waiting. Fear not though,” Odin drew enough of his rapier to indicate the keen blade, “My blade will provff vffaluable if they come near.” Odin’s smile spread across his face, “Howevffer many years I bear to my name.”
By the time he had put out all his words Odin was quite pleased with himself. He saw his speech as being rather nice and neat and perhaps painted with small brush strokes of eloquence here and there, though he didn’t want to flatter himself more than need be. As he stood up to survey the scene once more all his ill will towards Bohen had disappeared and was instead eager to fight next to him. It was the only surefire way of examining a man’s worth, in Odin’s eyes. Though he valued goodness and honour with an utmost severity, he could not dispatch the notion that a man who could not hold his own was a man whom Odin had no interest in knowing.
Odin turned his attention to the Runemaster and was pleased to see her equal eagerness. She certainly spoke with a poetic hue that coloured both her statement of commitment and Odin’s view of her. She stood now as both an intelligent and artful woman in his eyes.
Looking from companion to companion, Odin smiled widely, disregarding the gruesome deformity of his lips. He was pleased to be in company that appeared to him now as valuable and intriguing comrades. He could not speak for their combat skills but he was interested and excited to venture into the darkness that the tunnels were cloaked in with these two at his side.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-11 at 23:05:23.
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: Man of Action
Chaos surrounded the crimson dome as the people blurted out questions and statements. Noctus, the charismatic swordsman whom Peter had taken an immediate liking to for his suave extrovertedness and his natural witticisms, fielded them rapidly firing out clever one liners in response to the cacophony of citizens.
Peter grinned broadly at the comment about his muscles as it joined the wash of human voices and his smile grew larger as he heard his companion’s short reply, “Ahh yes. Big muscles, small other things.” Peter bellowed out his clear laugh that usually incited smiles in others and jabbed Noctus lightly in the side.
“Don’t go giving away my secrets now.” Peter winked to him confidentially. But his attention was quickly called into the commotion the party received as they gathered together and shared their ideas. Peter was impressed by the flood of notions that had arrived to the various comrades of his. It was times like this were Peter felt keenly aware of his youth. In battle, he felt drunk on the blood: ageless and eternal. He felt a man centuries old emerge from his body and wield his sowrd. When steel was drawn and met in vicious confrontation Peter was aware of nothing but the flurry of motion. He knew only his body and those around them, who would stand beside him and who against. But here, when ideas and experience was shown in intelligence, Peter felt small and childish and though at times at irked him, at times it excited him. The chance to learn and serve his diety better and bolder in the future seemed a blessing.
Peter watched the whispered exchanges between Crow and Ela curiously. The language they spoke, Syl it was, sounded beautiful rolling off their tongue in long, smooth sentences. When they had first begun to travel together, this relationship had seemed startlingly exclusive. The intimacy between them had made Peter nervous and it hadn’t been only once he’d wondered if it was insults they whispered. But, of course, he had learned better. He looked on his first impressions now as an infantile misunderstanding. It was only logical that in a world divided by race these two would find companionship together, especially surrounded by four humans. If he found himself the minority it wouldn’t take much for him to latch onto the other humans. He had grown to rather respect both of them in their peculiar way. The way they supported each other seemed marvelous next to the rigorous independence that Peter lived by.
Peter returned from his thoughts to see there was once again an urgency of action. Townsfolk were returning with shovels and wheelbarrows and such in search of a way of aiding their entrance into the castle. Peter smiled brightly. Adventure again. He could taste it, the excitement of action, his muscles tensed and relaxed within his tight armour and his heart pounded. Something caught in his throat as his eagerness mounted.
The cleric watched as people hurried to accomplish the tasks they’d been given by the party. He couldn’t help but laugh as Noctus turned to a woman that Peter himself had noted earlier. He wasn’t used to a competitor and made a note to himself that he would have to be quicker on the draw if they were to enjoy the rewards of this town after completing their mission... if indeed they completed their mission.
It eemed many had committed themselves to some form of action and Peter felt silly standing around while commoners worked. He desired movement and hurried over to the four who bore shovels. He was willing to bet that he and Brandr were stronger than these four and, more importantly, was bored.
He turned to the ranger and called out happily, “Brandr, what say you, we have a go at this earth and see if we can’t make a nice neat tunnel straight to the princess and right the wrong that ails this pretty little town?” Peter was in high spirits now and turned to the lads who were toiling over the dirt and clapped a hand on one of their backs. “Would you be adverse to letting me have a go at it?”
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-11 at 20:51:28.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: nice
Sorry I didn't get a chance to jump in again before the update. I will have a post (and some back-posting most likely) up over the weekend hopefully. I'm really enjoying how quickly this is moving! Looks like we actually got a game and a half going here.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-08 at 17:34:27.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: mistakes
Hello everybody. I didn't mean to cause any problems with my post and I am very sorry for the three mistakes I did make in it. I will be fixing them all as soon as I have the time to rewrite. I merely wanted to join in the character banter and had no intention of creating any out of game conflict.
As far as the whisper went, I had forgotten about that when I was writing the post, I won't make such careless mistakes in the future. With the dripping sarcasm line, I apologize for misreading how the final line was delivered. I assumed the dispute between the characters was more antagonistic than it was. This was simply how I imagined Noctus to be speaking and it was out of line to use my own assumptions to colour another persons actions. Finally, the coming between them and putting his arms around them was again just a fault of overlooking the fact that Crow was still atop his horse and assuming everyone was on foot.
Again, I'm very sorry for this little kerfuffle and I hope it doesn't have to become too conflictual in a game that looks as though it could be very enjoyable and long lasting.
EDIT: Haha, it seems this post came a little late after all the reconciliation. Sorry folks... mind if I get in on the group hug? 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-07 at 16:16:13.
Edited on 2010-01-07 at 16:18:18 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: alrighty
As has been previously attested by others regarding their posts, this is not my best work but it'll have to do for now: squeezed in between the rigamarole of real life. Quite the group we've got, I hope we can all get along. Looking forward to it guys!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-07 at 06:19:40.
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: Peter the Great
The morning came cruelly and for a moment Peter had to wonder if he had drank enough the previous night to deserve the head ache that met him like lightning. Rapidly his mind pieced together the reason for his aching head: he had fallen out of bed in his sleep. He rose groggily from the floor, the hardness of which he had just learnt. The sunshine trickled through the windows and met his handsome features with a brightness that indicated a warmth much exaggerated.
Peter rubbed a hand, bearing long, delicate fingers, across his muscular chest. His skin, tanned a brazen gold from long, lazy afternoons drinking up the sun, pricked up with gooseflesh, creeping across his defined torso and over his bulging biceps. A shiver breezed through his bones as he stared aimlessly across the room.
He now stood fully, 6’1” of naked Peter Eliot. His muscled legs leading down like supple tree trunks to his huge feet with long crawling toes that reached out more like fingers and wore thick mats of hair, each. As his hand scratched gently across body, thoughtlessly, and the cold skin pricked up eagerly, the young man’s big, chestnut eyes stared blankly across the room. Thoughts passed slowly and slothfully through the handsome head that stood upon the broad, knotted shoulders. His mouth hung upon barely, large as it was with full, red lips that frequently gave way to his straight teeth in his charming smile. His long, auburn locks hung tiredly about his chiseled jaw that stood forth with a firmness that implied something both regal and rugged. For long moments, Peter stood in the room silently, with meaningless ideas dancing through his mind and the darkness of a day filled with bad omens crept up on him. Still as he realized the reason he was woke long before his tendency, he stood frozen: Peter Eliot was not a morning person.
It was only when the clamour of activity outside his room indicated movement on the part of his friends that Peter broke the spell of stillness. He sauntered over to the window to witness the group gathering beneath the awnings of the Red Dog Inn and preparing to investigate the origins of an early, ominous morning. Sighing Peter realized this would be his duty as well so he began to dress himself, taking care particularly with donning his armour. He was quite aware that his slow speed denied the rapidity demanded outside but still took a few moments to examine how his hair was hanging and to be sure that his splint mail shone like the sun. These little vanities of his were secrets he held with some embarrassment. Though he expected that his party members outside knew very well of these indulgences into his narcissism, he still pretended that he spent his time hurriedly on other things than his appearances. Finally he burst forth from the doorway of the Inn only to see everyone else saddling off and hurrying towards some great glowing red orb.
The scene slowly fell into Peter’s comprehension, as he was shaking the last shackles of sleep from his mind and limbs. It seemed a party had come to an unintended end with an assault of small green beasts (goblins perhaps? Peter thought to himself darkly) and the encapsulating of the mansion with some magical wall of crimson energy. Crow and Noctus sparred briefly, sharing words about whether or not to assist the town in the turmoil they had found themselves wrapped up in. As Peter half-listened to their words he skimmed the crowds, lighting on the women and examining them shortly before moving on, his friendly, eager eyes searching for the next girl. He shot a grin and a wink to one particularly pretty young lady before turning to catch Noctus’ sharp remark, coated in sarcasm: "Crow do good; people feed Crow and give Crow shiney things for free."
Peter slipped between the two men and slung his arms around their shoulders. “Boys! No need to bicker about, I’ve not seen worse since I was sneaking into private girl’s schools. Now I figure that doing a good deed, being a group of adventurers who’ve come together over just that, hasn’t harmed us yet. Not to mention, it could be good fun. I’m all for it!” Peter grinned broadly and winked at Crow while he slapped him lightly on the buttocks and moved past the two. Brandr, in his strong, silent way was surveying the situation and Peter couldn’t help but feel some respect for the tall warrior.
“Derry my man!” Peter called his eloquent voice ringing brightly in the morning air, “Why don’t you come show us what you’ve got there?” The spell caster who had joined the recently formed party for their last adventure seemed to be spilling his eyes over some equipment that perhaps could be useful. Peter’s giant smile that could not help but appeal to others shone towards the mage. Peter, the last dregs of sleep gone, was now eager for action and called the group, spread through the crowd, together so they might discuss a plan of rescue, if it had in fact been decided that they were to go.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-07 at 06:09:50.
Edited on 2010-01-07 at 06:16:58 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: ah!
Hey everybody. I sincerely apologize for disappearing here. I have had some friends in town who I won't get to see again until next Christmas so I wanted to catch up with them. Once time freed up I had lost access to my computer for a few days and so didn't have the chance to join in. Now I'm back at school and have a hefty load of work in the first week that I'm trying to juggle along and, on top of that, our house was broken into.
Luckily my computer was not stolen and I will be back here with my introduction post very soon, however this rigamarole may postpone it a day or two. I'm very very sorry to my fellow players and DM for holding all of you and this game up. I think each of us is eager to see this game live long and prosper and I don't mean to kill it in the first turn of posting. I will be back with my post soon soon soon, it was never my intention to keep you guys waiting.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-06 at 22:07:07.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: stuff
To Deucalion: Hey man, sorry about mixing up the beard thing, I knew it was longer than just a couple of straggly chin hairs I was just getting bored of writing that young khord, &c... and got fancy at the expense of accuracy, won't happen again.
As far as the Charisma thing goes, no worries in my books. I figure Odin is so botched for charisma - you may have noticed complete and utter incompetence regarding communication - that he would be jealous of anybody's speech in comparison to his own. Again, in the future I will not pain Bohen as such a talented rhetorician, I'm guessing it isn't a big deal in this opening post?
Looking forward to moving forward!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 23:12:37.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Holy Crap!
Alright I guess that's my cue. Time to post! Okay, I'm busy till the weekend but I hope to get one in early next week if I can. I hope that's not too late. Sorry everybody. Yes I do promise to be more steadfast as the game picks up, definitely did not mean to keep people waiting. Peter is on his way.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 23:08:31.
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Topic: Merry Christmas!
Subject: The More the Merrier! ... bad pun...
Thanks to everyone's well-wishing and an equally joyful one back out! Though I know this time of the year is a mixed bag for a lot of people, stress and relaxation, gratitude and greed, &c... I'm grateful that we can all come onto the inn here with broad smiles on our faces. Whether you are celebrating or not, take a minute to have a glass of wine, a bottle of beer, a shot of tequila or a cup of grape juice and be happy.
That said... as much as the familiar banner fills me with warm fuzzies. I'm just wondering... is Olan trying to deify himself? It seems he's surrounded himself with gods... 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-23 at 23:10:07.
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Topic: Hello New To This Site
Subject: ouch!
I am still in awe Eol. I think we all got a little slobber in your excitement there. I guess you could call that collateral...
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-23 at 22:29:17.
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Topic: Hello New To This Site
Subject: Gday sir
Well top of the morning to you King Twilliam! Afternoon over here but I'm not sure what your time zone is but... top of what have you... anyways. Pleased to make your acquaintance. It appears the welcoming committee isn't here right now so I'll try to step up to the plate.
WELCOME TO THE INN!!!
We are very pleased to have you, step in relax and get your hands around a nice, juicy game! I'm not sure which games are open or available right now but if you cast a line in the recruitment thread section you're bound to catch a good game or two before too long. Good luck!
Oh and some matters of business:
1. Don't feed the Grugg. Just... well... don't...
2. Prepare yourself for a life changing, possibly traumatizing and possibly euphoric depending on your tastes (no pun intended), Eol will be coming at your face with a big slobbery tongue to give you one of his fine, ol' fashioned facelicks.
Glad to have you King Twilliam. I hope the inn serves you as well as it has me!
edit: Good man Mr. Conquest! On top of it.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-23 at 22:21:44.
Edited on 2009-12-23 at 22:22:20 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: lookin good
Thanks Tek, I'm very much looking forward to it. But fear not, I'm happy enough to see that the game has been progressing successfully so far. I'm very eager to get started but am also enjoying lurking very much for now. Good writing everybody and I'm looking forward to joining you all to game together.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-23 at 01:51:22.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 2 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: reply
Odin Foxblade was impressed by how eagerly the bald-chinned khord had hurried over. As he watched the obviously adventure-oriented young khord approach he noticed him reach into a small sack and pull out a large crossbow. Odin took serious stock of this indication: the young man had a lot more to him than could be readily noticeable and he believed that just as there were large items concealed in a tiny bag, there must be years of experience hidden beneath the youthful face. The glint of mithril also caught Odin’s eye and he was comforted as he garbled out a weak sentence that this young man would be a good comrade to have if he were to venture after that thieving beast down dark tunnels.
Odin finished with a pathetically out of place word, his sentence collapsing grammatically but he had survived without making much of a fool of himself and, anyways, it was his battle skills that would impress, not his artful speech. He turned to the traveler he had noticed earlier as the young shortly shaven khord began to speak.
"I don't believe any of that thing's tunnels will be on any local map. Unless it's taking measures to conceal its passage through the tunnels I can track it, though I'm not sure what "it" is just yet. I've arrived back home this very morning from... an extended time on the surface and I've got all my gear with me so I can head out right now. Irondock just offered me a job, and I fully intend to keep my employer alive. If any of you would like to join the hunt, but need to gather proper gear, I can mark tunnel any time it forks so you'll be able to follow."
Odin listened to the man’s smooth and effortless speech with some small jealousy. The man’s voice seemed to flow out over the group beautifully. Odin smiled to hear him though and was pleased that this man had enough intelligence to make proper suggestions that could be expressed eloquently enough for the others to listen properly. He fully agreed with the man’s suggestion of the map but wondered if it, still, wouldn’t be of great aid to know where the khord tunnels ran.
Odin listened to the man speak, his smile broadening. What a stroke of luck it was that there would be another khord so experienced in this room when that monster smashed through the walls. On any other occasion it may have been simply a museum filled with frightened and inexperienced blacksmiths and miners, perhaps one or two soldiers who had yet to christen their blades with blood.
Today Ikamor must have been sending desperate prayers to have been blessed by the protection of at least three khords of battle experience. Himself, the man who'd just spoken and the runemaster. The man of mystery who had locks shorn short and wisdom beyond his years, clearly had tussled with danger in the past and knew his way around combat. Odin was greatly comforted that he may have a man at arms at his side.
The female runemaster created a similar intrigue in Odin’s heart. He had spent some few and curious hours with runemasters and he had always ben deeply interested in their magical arts. They were so different from the spellcasters that Odin had shot crossbow bolts beside or against in the past and they were eternally fascinating to him. To see a female one piqued his curiosity even further. He would watch her closely. Not to mention the fact that Ikamor had Odin in the room at the time and Odin knew that he was skilled enough to challenge many a foe and would not let that thing of beauty escape into the deep, dark tunnels of some over-sized insect’s lair.
As Odin discovered that this young khord was capable of tracking the malformed thief that had busted a hole in the museum wall, he grew very delighted. Perhaps they had a chance of taking down the palpably elusive beast after all. However Odin couldn’t help but continue to desire a map… even to know how close they would be to properly formed tunnels in case escape, or anything else, ever became necessary. He held his tongue however, he’d let the man speak for now. Besides that map however, Odin was equally equipped and prepared to delve in at the drop of a hat, or helmet as it were.
He watched this newly met Khord pick his path through the destruction towards the origin of the chaos. The gaping womb left in the wall that had given birth to the madness and demolition the museum had just been subjected to. Odin viewed the man begin his work with a certain interest and respect, he had always been so astonished by the intricacies of the work of others.
"Oh. And my name's Bohen." He heard the man say from his investigation of the museum. Odin flushed a deep red. Names. If they hadn’t recognized him as the infamous assassin already his name would destroy any innocence that he perhaps would’ve inherited in their eyes. For a moment he entertained the idea of delivering a false name but ushered it out immediately. Besides the fact that he may be identified already and would simply earn more suspicion as a liar, Odin had given up his deceitful ways. He must live a path of good, cleansed from the sin of his youth. The hatred he received was only deserved for the atrocities he committed in the past. The lives he had ruined. The communities he had decimated. The townships he had laid to waste. Khords of great honor and standing, better men than he, he had solen their lives without a second thought. Malice had taken stead in his heart and breathed its dark poison through his body, blackening his soul and the purging of this malevolence had taken years. The evil inclination still perked its grotesque head within him from time to time but he had conquered and caged the beast. He had precedence and he lived a life, dedicated to Rydor now. And so he had to confess himself to them. They had to see his darkness, know who he was and then make the choice whether they would travel with him.
“I am Odin Fokffblade.” He said slowly, his eyes keenly watching the khords around him for whatever reaction it may illicit. Not to mention the shame of the ‘x’ in his name coming out like a gurgled medley of ‘th’ and ‘sh’ and ‘ff’. To jump the gap of that his name might have invented between him and the other khords, he turned to one of the soldiers, “Can you find a map. It might be helpful.”
He knew better than to wander with his boots through the carnage of wood and stone that Bohen was currently interpreting for marks so he spoke from his position aside from the undesired opening forced onto the museum. “I will join you Bohen. I need no equipment other than what I havff and I can aid you in battle and travffel.” He had to be careful to pick proper words and so sentences often emerged as vague interpretations of what he had intended to communicate but regardless, he was confident that Bohen could understand the idea that fueled his last words. Odin sheathed his rapier and pulled his crossbow out loading a bolt into its mechanisms. He would not be caught unprepared again.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 22:24:41.
Edited on 2009-12-22 at 07:58:23 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: 1 more...
Here's a question for everybody, how do we want to work equipment. I figure if we've been adventuring together once already it would make sense that we together own a lantern, rope or what have you. I know Alacrity didn't want us fussing about equipment too much so we don't have to make a big deal about this or anything, I'm more concerned that in my attempt to keep my character safe, as he will be charging into battle &c..., I am clean outta cash and won't be able to pay for some of these adventuring essentials. Armour and clothing'll cost you a mint, I've learned.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-18 at 18:09:52.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: I have faith!
Well I've always been one for long-winded introductions that amble their way towards an adventure while all the characters interact. Basically, I'm leaning towards 1. I think 2 is probably safer and more likely to keep players interested HOWEVER this group seems very solid, and not too likely to flake out without notice. Not to mention you have 7 players and the preamble may actually give an indication of who will be able to commit to the adventure once it gets started. I think in the long run the first option lends to better party dynamics and a more fun adventure, if you can make it that far. And I believe.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-18 at 17:35:45.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: Huzzah!
What a great group this is shaping up to be. Better watch out Al, we're coming for ya! In all seriousness though, I'm very excited to see this make progress and I can't wait for it to get underway.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-18 at 17:18:16.
Edited on 2009-12-18 at 17:18:40 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: here we go.
That is true, and i think adventurers in general (not just Khord ones) usually find themselves being a little abnormal, its more fun that way. And I'm with you, I'm all for the strange characters, it just gets boring otherwise!
So my response post is up. I've assumed its scuttled way down some tunnel behind the building and is completely not follow-able into combat. I realize only now that this may have been an incorrect assumption. If this is so then please forgive me and I will begin to rewrite Odin's valiant drawing and charging.
Again, late and between exams haha but soon I will be free from this whole "school" business. Oh right then holidays start. That means even less inn. Don't worry I'm here and excited to see what happens next. Looking forward to it guys (and gal)!
ps. Its not written into the post and i'll find a place to insert it soon but I think it only makes sense that Odin will have drawn his rapier at this point.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-18 at 06:21:59.
Edited on 2009-12-18 at 06:24:01 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 2 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: number 1 fear in america? public speaking... that's right not death - same thing in Audalis
Odin Foxblade stood in the brilliance of the sapphire for many long moments. His age old obsession with gems flaring up and blazing through him, exuding finally in a long sigh that he understood to be felt through the whole room as each khord embraced the vision before them personally. Odin felt brotherhood wash over him warmly and gently. The suspicion that had consumed him early was cleansed and he felt a closeness with his earth-dwelling kin that had not been experienced for years. He couldn’t say whether this inner serenity was shared but he was pleased enough to allow it precedence in his soul as he gazed longingly into depths of the sapphire.
In a moment these feelings disappeared. Any sentimentality inside him blazed up and was left a forgotten ash in his well-trained mind. He became instantly conscious of the disruption, as the wall blew in. However, his keen awareness was caught off guard by the sudden explosion that rippled through the room, the splinters of rock and wood spilling through the space and dust clouding all vision. Odin peered forward desperately trying to understand it. Well that’s one way to create a distraction. He thought to himself, remembering the lighthearted monologue he’d indulged earlier, regarding the theft of this beautiful sapphire. Which means… Oh goblin balls, someone’s stealing the stone. He thought to himself.
A hungry maw snatched Ikamor, the owner of the museum and discoverer of the gem, up. The guards were paralyzed with terror, or so it seemed to Odin who was beginning to regain some visibility and was trying to make out the situation. Well, it wasn’t some random bandits with explosive, of that one could be sure… unless they’ve gone into the business of employing large monsters to do all the work for them. Odin chuckled quietly but this small indulgence of laughter was swept aside as the mouth returned to steal five more members of the Khord community, one being a guard himself, who seemed to put up no fight as he was taken.
As the gem was grabbed up though, Odin became truly incensed. He knew that he should be indignant about the life that had been endangered, and probably already lost but this beautiful beacon that had delivered some reconciliation to him for the first time in over a century, was what truly enraged him, it could not afford to be lost. A terrible thought, Odin chided himself, but nonetheless was excited into action.
Odin watched the doorway swallowed up by desperate bodies squeezing and squirming, desiring so dearly to escape the horrors of the room. There must be some who were not trying to escape, who understood that this was not over and something had to be done. He scanned the room. The guard were still as stone in their fright but remained in the room, which consoled Odin, if only barely.
Strange that Odin only noticed him now, but there was another Khord bearing Sylvarian gear. A khord, younger than him in years, bore mithril! There could be no doubt that he would remain to aid the dilemma, one did not acquire the rare brand of armour by running for the door, and neither did they obtain it from inability on the battlefield, he must have some experience… hopeful more than the damned guards, Odin thought to himself.
Another soul in plate armour… as Odin observed her briefly he noticed that it was not merely plate but mail which was imbued with runes. This khord was a runemaster and that meant more than just some small thing. It took Odin these brief moments to realize that this runemaster was also female. Odin had seen many a thing but a female runemaster was foreign, it excited him, perhaps the Khordal community was becoming more open minded, perhaps he’d be welcomed back soon. Perhaps, but these thought were impertinent to a desperate situation.
There was another in the vicinity of this khordal oddity and he was equally strange: he wore a shorn beard. That couldn’t be very popular with the family Odin thought quickly to himself as he viewed the queer looking fellow. A traveler no doubt, equipped with a well-packed sack, but not necessarily a fighter of much merit. Then again, Odin could not hand pick a party at this point and time was slipping out from his hands. Something had to be done and still the room was silent.
It was time to step forward. Nervousness plagued Odin’s stomach. An overwhelming fear was rising up shaking its terrible locks in Odin’s direction as it strictly scolded him away from the idea of taking control. He remember how direly he was hated, who was going to listen to him… his voice meant little to nothing and even if he wasn’t recognized the speech impediment that had only been worsened by the gashes on his lips would eliminate any chance of an audience. But still the room was frozen as the khords in the back globbed around the singular exit in a frenzy. He had not choice… He had to step up.
Odin took timid steps forward before collecting himself and stepping towards the guard. He never quite knew how to deal with others but, he supposed, it was never too late to learn. The cluster of terrified Khords were still unmoving and Odin hurried towards them now looking at the other three who had not been shaken enough to rush towards the door.
“You three!” He shouted at them, beckoning them over with a wave of the hand, “Here!” His rudeness came out accidentally and instantly a blush rose up, glaring through the spotty white beard. But he disregarded it. I felt that they all looked at him with depthless loathing, he shunned the thoughts, he was their only chance he reminded himself.
“We havff to act.” He chose his words carefully, dodging any lurking esses within his vocabulary. “Do we havff a map?” It had to be known whether whatever burrow this beast had tunneled from was a Khordal construct or was completely unknown to the population. “Do we know what that…” He narrowly escaped the is, replacing it slightly confusedly with, “thing?”
Obviously pursuit was necessary, however if there was a map of the area they wouldn’t be fumbling blindly through a dark that was endlessly familiar to their quarry. Perhaps they could evade the unappealing prospect of ending up as the dinner of some strange monster. Perhaps however, this was familiar to the locals and if they knew what it was it would aid them greatly in whatever solution was proposed. Odin’s legs shook slightly, he was unendingly nervous to be the speaker in such a large group, he was used to discussions with two or three people at the most, them being close acquaintances at that. He would have much rather been battling the bugger silently, only having to deal with Foxtooth and thing’s blood.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-18 at 06:17:35.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: this is a throw back
I don't think I'll need any help generating my character. I have the concept very solid in my mind, however the time is a completely different matter. I hope I can get something started this weekend, I know I can have something finished by the new year as requested (I believe), I just have to make the final touches to the man who has been floating along in my imagination and then I will begin the long, laborious, and masochistically enjoyable process of putting him on paper.
Looking forward to it!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-12-17 at 06:59:13.
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