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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Derak
Derak stood at the doorway feeling as if his presence was unwanted, until the old man gestured that he come in. He quitely shut the door behind him and shuffled off to the side to listen on what the old man had to say. The old mans words on ageing hit a soft spot on Derak. For he often worried on what it would be like being old and disabled. And it was an inevitable cause, the man standing in front of him was proof. However, the old mans offer was kind but not Derak's veiw of exactly his line of work. He wasn't about to go traveling threw the woods looking for a leaf. A man of his skill and talent would be overkill for a job such as this particular one. However, one thing Derak has always had is respect for his elders even though he hated the look of their defenselessness and weakness. So before prying into the old man's words he decided to be all ers and listen to any further comments the old man might remark upon.
Posted on 2006-09-04 at 18:50:02.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: animated?
What do you mean animated?
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 11:58:52.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: hehe
It's quite alright. And actually, I agree concerning the avatars.
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 11:32:37.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Lastly
Don't be afraid to check out the avatar library now and again. Some of us are submitting many avatars so that you wont HAVE to go searching and editing  .
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 11:07:43.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Oh
And you will see in the format that it tells you the avatars will be 60ish pixels and jpeg. You don't need to make it thta small, it will be reshaped automatically, but you will need to get it...close. My avatar was submitted at 100 square pixels, so I guess youll be safe if you set it to that.
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 11:03:16.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Instead of creating a new thread to announce the new features, site updates, and all around great things that our mighty Webmaster is instilling into the site, I have created this thread. Keep your eyes peeled for new features, updates, and infact, bugs. If you run into a problem, or have a concern. This is the place to put it.
That being said, I would like to announce that the site now has a brand new Feature!!! Avatars can now be suggested by the public. You will find how to do this in your own charactor Profile. Yes, you can suggest as many Avatars as you like, through your profile, but only check the one you want as your own in the Make This My Avatar (not exact words) bubble.
Also, to avoid any drama that may come out of "personal avatars", we have decided not to allow them. If you suggest an avatar and it is approved, it will be pooled in the library. This is only fair, and will avoid "First come first serves". But with the ability to suggest your own Avatar, I can't see many people having the same!
Lastly, and this is important. Your Avatar MUST have a fantasy or sci fi theme. No band pictures, kittens with horns, or pictures of yourself....even at a rennesiance festival. Remember that, and remember that we, the staff will be deciding what is and what is not appropriate. If we find an avatar innapropriate for any reason, we will send you a PM letting you know why . That being said, GO FORTH AND GATHER AVATARS!
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 10:58:07.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: **Noldaria*Final War**
WARNING This game contains graphic and explicit descriptions, violence, gore, and language. Discression is advised.
August 1st/Saturday Evening
Aldoris/Northern Thollin
Brownleaf Inn
Night had come, shrouding the deep valleys, and the feet of hills in thick shadows. Bright, glimmering stars dotted the black canopy of night, and hanging like a silver lantern over the dark peaks to the south was the newly waxen moon. The forests slept peacefully at the roots of the mountains, and the serene pools mirrored the silver specked sky. The air was warm and rich with the scent of summer, laced with the music of countless night birds.
Twinkling at the foot of sleeping hills were the lights of the village of Aldoris. By now, however, most of the evening lights had been extinguished and the inhabitants asleep. They were hard working, the people of Aldoris. Woodsman and farmers, they made a living by the bend in the back, and the sweat on the brow, and dusk was welcome for the sleep it granted. But they were also a friendly people; warm, open, and very giving to wanderers and strangers. And why not? This was a peaceful nation, of course, and they had never been given a reason not to trust people. At least, not civilized people. They knew a barbarian when they saw one, and THOSE people weren’t treated so warmly.
But as it was, the wanderers who came together that night were NOT barbarians, and so they were treated just as warm and open as one would like on such a fine evening.
The Brownleaf Inn was an old, but well tended and homelike place, and the same could be said for its keeper, Jon Barlibake; a fat man with a red face and only a few tufts of grey hair. He was as friendly as he was fat, and so, was well liked by the residents of Aldoris. So that night, six weary travelers were greeted with proper condolences for a long road, and the promise of a fine day to follow.
The sun hadn’t quite set yet, when the first of what would come to be a heroic group entered the inn. The common room was ablaze with the golden rays of a setting sun that shone brightly off polished wood. The inn was empty, save the fat, balding man behind the counter, and a small gnome with tufty, blonde hair and large blue eyes who sat, spinning at a bar table.
Looking up, they beheld the traveler with wide eyes. His clothing had the sewing and detail of what would seem to be that of a well paid entertainer, though it was all black. Draped over his shoulders hung an equally black cloak, and on his back was a black, silken backpack. The setting sunlight leaped and danced off a rapier that hung at his side, and in his left hand was a lute.
(You never specified if you have a lute or not. I assumed you did, but if you don’t, then well say that you found it outside the tavern, and carried it in. Also, you never specified what the “special design of your outfit is, so you can do that when you post. I expect everyone to detail their appearance anyways.)
The man was tall and thin, but well built. His skin was horribly pale for such a warm summer, and seemed even paler in such black clothing. His free flowing, shoulder length hair was black, but strangely, streaks of crimson strands highlighted it. He was handsome, save the strange scar that ran beneath his jaw.
“Good Evening stranger!” Greeted the old man with a toothy grin as he stood up straight and tugged at the white towel that hung at his shoulder. “Menames Jon Barlibake, and this here’s Garm.” The Gnome hopped off the stool and waved. “I daresay I haven’t seen you before. But come now, to the table, and the ale! Im sure you’ve had a tiring day.” The strangers gray eyes flashed over the two, and, with a graceful swagger, he made his way to the bar. “My names Damien LeBlaque, and yes, my day has been a tiresome one.” He says as the keeper gets him a drink. “I see you have a lute!” Peeps Garm, staring wide eyed at Damien from the stool beside him. “You must be a bardic performer! You wouldn’t mind playing a bit later on, after sun has set and moon has risen?”
Nearly an hour later, 4 others came to the inn, but they were local commoners. And they sat, chatting with Garm and Barlibake after a friendly howdoyado to Damien. The traveler took the time to move to a corner of the inn where he could rest and watch the others.
Night had fallen, and the inn was filled with firelight and tobacco smoke when others started appearing. One after the other, as if planned, though none knew one another.
The door was flung open, and a large, almost fat man tramped in, and headed straight for the bar, where he ordered a large ale, and larger dish of food. He looked as if he had just come from the front lines of a war. Gleaming, polished scale male shone over his clothing., and on his back was a very large bastard sword. His face was unshaven and grubby, and his dark hair was greasy, and very messy.
The next guest must have snuck in, because none noticed him until he hopped lightly onto a barstool, causing others to scoot over was a little kender. His blonde/gray hair was pulled into a topknot, and on his little nose sat a pair of glasses. In his hand was a strange staff that branched into a two pronged slingshot. He ignored the suspicious glances he received…either that or he never noticed them. To one looking at him, it was impossible to tell if he was 60 or 6 by the way he looked and acted.
Next entered a strange man, whose garb and appearance where uncommon to these temperate lands. He was tall, and well built. His hair was straight, black, and glossy, and his eyes were a pale brown. His skin was smooth and olive colored. Across his right cheek ran a strange scar. His clothing was baggy, and light, like those worn by the people of the deserts (Detail). Infact, it seemed that was where he had come from. On his back was a composite longbow, and at his side was a strangely glimmering longsword. Seeing only to open stools at the bar (one on each side of a kender) he decided to go to a table, and chose one near the dancing fireplace.
The next guest to appear caught some astonished glances when he slipped in. He was of average height, but that might have been the only detail unmarred. His build was thin, almost elegant, and his skin was smooth, nearly hairless, and fair. Though his head was shaped like that of a mans, his eyes seemed larger than normal, blue, and slightly slanted almost like an elfs. His hair was a strange, blondish gray, but the grey was not from aging. No, it gleamed and shone in the candlelight in a way human hair didn’t. His ears were slightly longer and more pointed than a normal mans. He had have some of the blood of the fair folk running through his veins. His way of dress was odd as well. Though they were green, streaked with brown, he wore the robes of a monk. Over his shoulders, a dark green cloak was slung. And tucked into a green sash around his waist was a set of nunchaku. Their smooth wooden surface was etched with strange runes. After briefly surveying the contents of the common room, he decided to sit with a strange looking man at a table near the fireplace.
Lastly, but only about 2 minutes after the entrance of the half elf, the door opened, and, to almost everyones surprise, a strange creature appeared. Her kind was known. Every so often they could be seen in the wilderness, but rarely did any care enough for men to visit their villages. She was a Satyr. One of the jovial races of the wild. Though she stood the average hight of a woman, she could not be mistaken for human. Yes, her tan face was pretty. Blessed with pale, green/brown eyes, and long, glossy auburn hair. And yes, she was slender, and curvely built, but that was the extent of it. She did where the shirt of a commoner, but her lower body was very much revealed. She had the legs of an auburn goat, and from the sides of her head sprouted two, black, curving horns. Around her neck hung strange, reed carven musical pipes. Despite her out of place appearance, she stepped in boldly, and stood in the doorway, surveying the inn.
Posted on 2006-08-31 at 10:29:12.
Edited on 2006-09-05 at 18:54:27 by Valimar
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