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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: psh
wilt
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:23:08.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: wha?
What is this thread?
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:20:09.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: woot
^currently under siege by my mighty plastic battalions
v is next to be wiped out
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:18:33.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: closest thing to the true word I was thinking.
Codpiece
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:16:25.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: saf
and Captain Ahab.
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:15:15.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Woooot
Granted. We all get amazingly perfect Holidays. Your's however, its pure crap. Your house burns down, your family loses their jobs, you get no gifts, your turkey is poisoned, and you dont have health insurance for treatment.
I wish I could go to the Wild!!!
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:13:36.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: I don't know
It's in the DM guide...which I dont have on me...I'm at work.
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:10:33.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Crappy, Crappy Post
However, seeing as I did it in under 5 minutes before work, (pats on the back).
I used Giant Wasp Poison, as you can see in my CS.
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 16:08:00.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Kiss of the Wasp
(round 1)
While the argument began to heat between the two dwarves, the mage, and the monster, Draven had remained a silent, dark presence in the background. There would be a fight. He needed only wait. When at last, weapons were drawn, and the beast reacted, Draven could not help but smirk at the apparently overconfident druid, catching a chest-ful of rather painful looking spikes. Alyssia muttered something dismayed, and Gunar charged forward, spewing insults, in what seemed to be an attempt to draw the monsters attention from Loda, who had slumped to her knees, in a rapidly growing pool of crimson. Draven remained where he was. His massive blade was slung over his shoulder, and his golden eyes were fixed on the beast as it took to the sky.
Pursing his lips, he reslung his blade and began rummaging through the pockets of his long, black coat, as the beast swooped down, and Gunar gave a cry of pain.
(round 2)
After a moment, Draven looked back up, three, ebony darts tucked between his fingers. Tobin’s bow whistled, and three trails of light snaked from Alyssia’s fingertips to splash against the “troshba”. The beast roared, and wheeled through the air. Patiently, Draven held the darts up to his eyes, ignoring the battle. He could see the glaze that coated the dart points. The poison remained. Snapping his gaze once more onto the flying monster, Draven suddenly acted. Flinging his arm, he sent a dart whizzing through the air. He would set fire to the fluid grace of the Troshba
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 16:06:28.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Sweet!
Is the level and stats right? If so, I shall post as soon as you respond.
Posted on 2006-12-03 at 15:15:20.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Vision
September 6th/Saturday
Central Ralnaria
Hajin Ra
Indeed it seemed that this chest was infact, the only artifact in this room. If the party was disappointed, Elandor at least, was not one to show it. Without a second thought, he was into the room and kneeling beside the chest. Teros followed and knelt beside him. The surface was plain and smooth; a burnished, rich colored wood, but nothing altogether unusual, or even beautiful. Infact, compared to the room they had just come from, with it’s walls lined with silver shields, accenting the unworldly beauty of the life sized, silver statue of Lavuria, this was like breaking through walls of gold to find a dusty, mop pantry.
That is, until Elandor lifted the lid to the chest, and a myriad of swirling color and brilliant light washed over the room. Their curiosity awoken, the group huddled over the chest in the small, dusty room. They would be the first mortals, and the second beings, only to the gods themselves to lay eyes upon the artifact within.
What could it possibly be? The item within the chest was about the size of a small plate, and equally flat, though it’s shape was slightly more of that of a shuriken. It possessed four corners, and the sides between were slightly curved, accenting the corners so that it was shaped like a star. On the end of each of the four corners, was a gleaming, metallic hoop, (a very pale, goldish metal none of the group recognizes) and what looked like the cup of a ring. (the part that holds the diamond…I forget what they are called…). The four “Cups” were perhaps half the length of a human finger. If they were meant to hold diamonds, then these diamonds must be the size of a fist!
Far more astonishing, was the center surface of the “plate”. It was smooth, and metallic, but it swirled and danced with color. Greens, blues, gray/browns, reds and oranges writhed and swam within each other, and their light cast a glow on the parties faces, like the patterns cast on the walls of an underwater cave. Of equal note, was the gap in the very midst of the swirling plate. It seemed something was to be placed here as well.
Reaching in, Elandor touched the surface of the plate. Instantly, the swirling colors focused around his hand, like water in a skin that had been popped, the energy now had a place to go. Elandor did not withdraw, however, and to any that looked at him, he did not seem to see the plate, or the chest, or even the room. His eyes were blank. The light that outlined his hand began to blend into one color. Blue.
(To speed the storyline)
As soon as his hand touched the plate, it was as if the plate had become a portal, and had drawn him within, down, down, down, until Elandor realized he was falling through clouds and sky. No. he wasn’t falling, he was flying! The gray/white of cloud cleared and Elandor was looking down at a pale, brown land. A sea of sand. Far to his left, like a green and blue snake, a river wound it’s way through the land. Directly below him, the ruined, black city of Hajin Ra looked like a sore. Had Elandor attempted to control his flight, he would have realized he could not. He was drawn on a path. Swooping over the Land of Glass, he flew faster than any bird or windship could possibly hope. Southeast he flew, over the river, and over the Gold and Ivory city of El Jalnine. The river opened up and he was over the sea. He could smell the salt sea, and saw fish jumping. A massive tail slapped the water as a whale submersed. Southeast he continued until a ring of islands appeared. How odd, that a ring of islands would form such a perfect circle. Swirling over the islands, like a leaf in the wind, he witnessed that in the center was a terrible Maelstrom. So powerful was it’s force, that he could actually see to the very bottom of the ocean, between the swirl of water. Suddenly he was falling, falling. No, he was drawn down much faster than if he were falling. He would have screamed, but the force was too intense. The roar of the maelstrom thundered around him as he fell, and in an instant he realized that at the center of this maelstrom was a temple. A temple at the bottom of the sea. The vision began to break, like scenes from a dream. He a shell, and 3 pearls, each gathered from each of the four surrounding islands. 3 pearls placed into 3 holes in the shell, and cast into the maelstrom….He plunged into the maestrom as if he was the shell, and was drawn into its force. As if water were washing over him, blurring his vision, the scene disappeared. Elandor fell backwards from the chest, and Teros caught him.
(Elandor you are conscious and….well..you can decide how your character would react to such an experience. I have written your experience here to save time. You don’t have to repeat the whole experience. Just SAY you do..if you so choose, and the others can simply reread. Also, if anyone else touches the surface of the plate, they will experience the vision identically. It happens again and again, as many times as you touch it, and though you feel like the vision takes several minutes to occur, it only takes about 5 seconds.)
Posted on 2006-12-03 at 13:25:27.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Rehh
Um...I don't have a charactor sheet. I would post but I don't know what items I had listed I can infact have. Where is the sheet I sent you? I can't remember, and it isn't on my computer.
Posted on 2006-12-03 at 12:35:45.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: They DO taste like Nacho Cheese!
^ will soon have a watermelon growing in her belly
< True Norwegian Black Metal!! Vaaarrrrrggg
v enjoys skinny dipping in public pools
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 14:17:55.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Heh
of my Ancestors.
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 12:19:02.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: um...
*Grants wish exactly as it is*
Anyone who wishes for that has nothing to lose. Absolutely nothing.
I wish I was God.
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 12:18:21.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: hehe
Char
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 12:06:53.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Black Metal bands now?
Darkthrone
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 12:06:14.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I, MONARCH!!!! *Hate Eternal*
Monarch
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 07:18:25.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Rehehehe
This'll teach ye! Buncha triggerhappy, Rashlings!
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 19:01:59.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Ralph?
^ Shall get a red rider beebee gun!
< Does not regret it!
v Neerrrd
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 19:00:09.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: haha
Wish Granted.
Your maid has cleaned out not only your jewlery box, but your cubboards and bank account before leaving.
Wish sharks were extinct...I hate them.
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 18:58:09.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: hehe
shat
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 18:56:08.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Bush was just on...
Bush
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 18:54:53.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: wtf?
I see cabbage...
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 18:53:48.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Ring to the Keys of Light
September 6th/Saturday
Central Ralnaria
Hajin Ra
So it was that the group decided to abandon the hole in the hall, and the splendors of the deep, natural caverns of the earth. They had priorities. Making their way back through the smooth, stone corridor, they came once again to the room that seemed to be the center of this entire underground puzzle. The brilliant light from the shield Teros held before him flooded over the room, burning up shadows and lighting the scrolling, golden words of the ancient riddle. The Demon Wall glared forward still. It’s mouth gaped wide, as in a cackle of defiance as Teros’ light fell on it.
For a moment, an unease settled over the group. Had they forgotten something? Had they misunderstood the riddle? As it was, however, this riddle was exact. Whoever had carved these tunnels, and had woven whatever strands of ancient magic hung in these halls, was beyond masterful. As Teros slid the shield onto the statues smooth, cold forearm, he could feel it lock. The others had their faces averted, for a time, but almost instantly, the intense light narrowed, slowly, as a brilliant flower, closing in the evening. The group looked up, to see the beam focusing, so intensely that it almost seemed tangible, onto the Demon’s forhead.
Only seconds passed. As if the beam had injected it’s holy light into the stone flesh of the demon, brilliant veins of light began crawling over the monsters face. They branched and split; joined and merged and spread until the entire wall glowed so brilliantly that the party was forced to look away once more. Then, suddenly, with a sound similar to falling sand, the wall collapsed into a pile of dust. A cloud crept over the group, invading their mouths and lungs, and more than a few coughed. The beam of light revealed, for a moment, a long, downward tunnel. Then, seemingly drained of whatever magic had been instilled in it, the shield went dark….
Resorting to a torch, produced by Marie, the group proceeded down the tunnel. If they had expected massive, arched walls, or splendid, gold lined rooms, they would have been disappointed. Dwarfed by the splendor of the puzzle that had lead to it, the room they came to, seemed more like a pantry, then the conclusion to a God established challenge.
The room was smooth and bare of any decoration. But in the very center sat a chest. It looked like what one might expect to sit at the foot of a bed. Only it had no visible lock. It was bare and smooth, and made of what seemed to be plain wood.
The silver lights of the treetop city of Celeval shone Tharanduil’s beard. His pale eyes gleamed with a power that the night before, would have been unimaginable, from “Old Hobbles.”
“It is in The City of Glass, that You shall find the “Ring” to the Gods Keys. You will find your way to the Gods Stones, which will lead you to the Light Stone, so that you may destroy the Shadow. Your way begins in Hajin Ra.”
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 21:21:37.
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