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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: Ranger
I had a change of hearts and decided to create a Vidarak ranger instead. If accepted, I'll be using a character from an earlier Audalis game, which never really took of.
Meet Brandr Bjornsson
Posted on 2009-12-13 at 20:55:57.
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Topic: Not Really a Game, But...it COULD Be
Subject: Brandr Bjornsson
A young boy of 9 walked through the kylen on the rainy afternoon. He had chosen his route beforehand, carefully planning it in his mind. So far it had been easy moving between the houses of his two uncles and his father’s best friend Olav. The dangerous part was now beginning. There was no way he could go around the Medpunkten, the large open square marking the central point of Whitewolf village, without passing either the home of Hildir or Egill, his main enemies.
Creeping in the shadows, the small-sized son of a Vidarak warrior was almost past the danger zone, when he heard a familiar voice from behind him. “If it ain’t Brandr, the li’le, skinny mommy’s boy. What’re ye doin’ skulkin’ behind me house? Spyin’ ain’t ye? Me’ll hav’ta teach ye a lesson. Let’s get’im boys!”
Brandr ran. He ran as fast as his weak, thin legs could carry him. But the big strong boys soon caught up with him. Then it started as it always did, with pushing and spitting. Next someone came up with a great idea of throwing mud and stones at him. And finally Hildir and Egill gave Brandr what they called, “the special treatment for special boys”.
As he limped back home, Brandr Bjornsson didn’t cry. He was still a vidarak and vidaraks don’t cry. Lheisa, the boy’s mother cried for him, cried like she always did. But there was no sympathy from Bjorn, his father. The powerful warrior was disappointed at his son, a weakling who was not formed like a man of war should. Again, like so often he wondered aloud whether the boy would or even should ever see his 16th birthday.
The home village of the vidarak clan Whitewolf or Vhitwarg, was not an easy place to live in. It sat on the shores of the Antarian Reach some 250 miles north from the mighty (and only) city of the vidarak people, Dun Kav’r.
Whitewolf was neither the strongest nor the weakest of the vidarak tribes. Its men were known for their skills of sailing and fishing, and they were regarded as dangerous warriors by the other clans. Had their village been located on more favorable lands, the Whitewolf might well have been the largest and most powerful of all vidarak people.
Some 26 years ago a white-haired son was born to Bjorn Einarsson and his wife Lheisa. The warrior had captured the beautiful dark woman on a raid to Sendria some three years earlier. It was not totally unheard of amongst the Whitewolves take wives from foreign lands, but the outsider was at first treated as scum. When Bjorn announced he would marry Lheisa, the attitudes changed. Along the years, the fear and hatred turned into affection and Lheisa learned to love his faithful and caring husband.
From birth it was obvious the boy would not be like the others in the village. He was small, skinny and did not eat well. The signs proved right, for at 11 and only a year before Jür Kaelth, the rite of passage he was nearly 10 inches shorter and 30 pounds lighter than other boys of his age. Certainly not all the vidarak boys were big and strong, but compared to the others, Brandr Bjornsson was different, a freak even.
During the years it had become obvious the boy was far too weak and small to become a true warrior. Gods would not bless Bjorn Einarsson with another son it seemed, so he would not give up on his son. There was another path of honor amongst the vidarak. A young man with a good memory and some sense in his head could strive to become an Itiirdek or a lawkeeper for his people.
Though the boy certainly was intelligent enough to learn all the laws and traditions by heart, he was not interested in reciting the written words for the rest of his life. He simply found it boring. In an early stage the boy learned a valuable thing about himself: Since he couldn't fight someone over something he wanted, and he had no gold of his own, he had to find other means of acquiring things.
Sometimes, as Brandr came to see, the small size could be an advantage. For years now, he had been avoiding people as much as he could – especially children of his own age. Though not the most dexterous of all people, it was not overly difficult for him to stay out of the sight of other kids.
During time, the small boy came to believe in his skills. He considered himself to be good in sneaking around unnoticed. He hated having to wait for leftovers or beg for his father to get him something he wanted, so Brandr decided to use his skills and began to steal instead. Being mostly treated like an animal anyway he had no moral quarrels over it. Since thieving was unheard of amongst the vidarak, no one would even worry about the safety of his or her belongings. Therefore the secret choice of careers seemed promising from the start.
The Whitewolf kylen was too small a place for him to go on for a long time before being caught. But luckily his father took the boy with him to Dun Kav'r once in a while to learn the customs of the only city of the vidarak as well. When Bjorn was getting drunk or doing business, the kid roamed around the huge place on his own. He stole only small things, which he could hide from the observant eyes of his father. Some he sold to other people to make money, while others he kept as his treasures.
The inevitable thing happened three months before Brandr was supposed to have his Jür Kaelth. The illusion he had of his skills was blown when he made the mistake of stealing from an honored clan member, in fact the tribe’s leader Grundir Snorrisson. As Brandr was sneaking away from the leader's house, Grundir's daughter saw him and the arm bracelet he had stolen. At first the girl didn't seem to understand what was going on, but then as Brandr smiled sadly and tried to offer the bracelet back, she screamed for help.
Had the boy been a man, Grundir would have challenged him into a duel. Being but a boy, Brandr was spared from such fate. According to Thorgrim Fjärnsson, the current itiirdek, the law required the boy to be banished from the kylen and branded for what he had done. As was the tradition among the Whitewolves, the offended Grundir Snorrisson was allowed to decide how the boy was to be branded. As an ironic solution, he decided that Brandr's wrist would be burned with the same bracelet he was trying to steal. And so he was. The bracelet has heated until it glowed red and then squeezed around the boy's arm. The pain was too much for the frail Brandr to bear and he passed out, perhaps luckily.
As the fever finally broke and he woke up two days later, the banished boy was lying on a litter pulled by his mother. The whole family had left the village on the very same evening, for the shame had been too much for Bjorn’s honor. Years ago Lheisa had slowly been accepted as a part of the Whitewolf community. But now as his son had been declared a non-person in the eyes of his tribe, the mother suddenly became a foreign whore again.
For two weeks they traveled looking for a good place to survive the last month of the harsh winter and perhaps later to build a cabin too. During the two weeks Bjorn spoke nothing to either his wife or his accursed son. When they finally found a spot on a sheltered cliff suitable for their needs, the family set up a camp and prepared to live their lives on their own. Lheisa begged and begged for Bjorn to speak and to comfort his son, but the vidarak warrior only glared at Brandr with hatred filled eyes.
After two days, the father had made his decision. He could not stand the shame any longer and would throw his son off the cliffs to the whales and the sharks. Brandr was not good enough to be his son, Bjorn believed. Only the love for his wife stopped the warrior from doing the terrible deed. Again Lheisa cried and begged. And this time she threatened to kill herself too, should the stubborn warrior carry out his intentions. Bjorn gave in. But he gave Brandr only one chance to redeem his life. The father would hold a Jür Kaelth for his son and Brandr could not fail.
Brandr survived the task. He managed to kill a deer with nothing but an axe and a knife using the stealth he learned while stealing things. He was able to surprise a young sleeping deer and wound it badly enough for it to bleed to death after a couple of miles of running. Reading the signs of animals moving in the wilderness came easily to Brandr. Hunting was an integral part of a vidarak society and though not physically fit to hunt big game, the boy had played catch with smaller animals like rats and mice.
Bjorn was not overly satisfied, but a deer was a deer whether it was a young one or not. Brandr was to be a vidarak warrior even if he could never return to his own kind again. The father decided to start strengthening the boy by giving him cruel tasks and putting him through ruthless physical exercises. He forced the lad to eat plenty of meat and fish and to train for many hours every day.
During the months Brandr trained, Bjorn forged a beautiful sword for the boy. It had long, slim blade, almost like the sylvari blades of Londelirinen, very different from the broad blades commonly used by the Whitewolves. However the weapon was fairly heavy and too much so for the weak boy to wield properly. But every day he was forced to lift and swing the sword a hundred times until he was strong enough to use it.
Month by month and year by year, the boy grew taller and got stronger, until at 17 he was nearly as big as his father. All the exercises had built up the formerly skinny boy’s muscles and he was finally able to swing the Kaeltflämm or Cold Flame, as his father had named the sword, without effort.
Bad that was not the end of it, but a beginning of a completely new season of training. Bjorn Einarsson, like his father and grandfather before him, was specialized in using two weapons simultaneously – a sword and an axe. Therefore, to uphold the tradition, Brandr had to learn two-weapon fighting as well.
By then Brandr had learned to enjoy the exertion and trained even when his father didn't tell him to. He hacked trees down with his axe, chopped them into pieces and carried the firewood to the cabin he had helped Bjorn build all those years ago. He trained attacks and defenses with his sword like his father had shown him to.
The old warrior gladly taught his son everything he knew, but he never forgave Brandr the crime, which turned their lives upside down. Then, as the young man turned 18, his father did something unexpected and challenged his own son to a duel. Since they weren't part of their former clan anymore, the fight wasn’t limited to first blood and Bjorn ruled it to be to death. Lheisa begged and begged again, but this time in vain.
The duel was fought. The father was still stronger, but the Brandr was faster and their skills were almost evenly matched. For a long while they merely tested each other's skills before suddenly Bjorn launched a furious attack at his son. He managed to cut the young man’s arm and forehead, leaving blood flowing freely. But Brandr would not give in. He doubled his efforts and finally managed to strike away the sword from his father's hands. He could have killed Bjorn then, but didn't want to. The old man was still his father and despite all of their hardships and differences, Brandr still loved him.
Begging for forgiveness Brandr handed his axe to his father and fell to his knees waiting for judgment. Tears in his eyes Bjorn let the axe drop to the ground and embraced his son. "Truly you are a man now, my son. A true vidarak no matter what the scar on your forearm says."
But after the duel Brandr couldn’t stay home anymore. He felt he needed to see the world, so he left his parents carrying the Kaeltflämm and axe of his father as well. The young man swore to return every year to see his mother and father, and he did until Bjorn died of old age some two years ago. Brandr took his mother with him away from the lonely cliffside and together they sailed with Bjorn’s old fishing boat to the mighty and far city of Bayris.
There the young warrior did work as a bodyguard, fisherman and anything else he could find to provide for his mother for two years, until the frail woman died of some unknown disease. Brandr felt totally helpless and guilty for not being able to help her, and in anger left the mighty city behind and headed back for the wilderness of the Reach.
For months the warrior wandered alone and without a goal. He fought beasts and animals and killed men and orcs alike. Until one day he came upon a great brown bear attacking a family of three on a small clearing near a small mountain. The humans were clearly fellow vidarak, though of a different tribe – The Tribe of the Black Bear, Svärtabjorn.
The mother was already down, with her head nearly torn off her shoulders by a mighty paw, and the father was wounded as well. Brandr knew he could not make it in time to save the man, but he might have a chance to protect the child.
It was not the first time the blond warrior fought a bear, but this one was definitely the biggest he had ever seen, a mighty grizzle indeed. Not being the tallest of vidaraks and certainly not the strongest, Brandr had doubts of his chances of survival. But he was an honorable warrior and the laws of the vidarak were written on his heart. As was their way, the stronger must protect the weaker, even if it would mean giving up their lives.
Therefore, though still some twenty yards away, he let out a mighty roar and charged at the bear. Luckily for Brandr the creature was already wounded, but it was far from dead and the pain seemed to only make it even more furious. The grizzly swung its great paw and its bloody claws nealy ripped off the top half of the father. It then turned around to face the fresh enemy…
The battle did not last long, but it felt like an eternity to Brandr. And as he lay on his back on the steaming, red snow breathing shallowly, the dying warrior felt no pain. He watched the darkening sky filled with bright stars and felt only content. His part in life had been fulfilled. The gods would accept him now as a true vidarak. He would find peace and paradise in the Afterworld.
But the time of Brandr Bjornsson had not yet come. Just as the last dying breath was leaving his torn body, an old, wizened face filled his clouded field of vision. There was a warm smile on the withered lips and he could see they were moving though no words reached his ears. Is this how it goes? Does Världfader come to save my soul?
As he woke up, Brandr was lying on a hide of a graying bear. He was in pain, but managed to push himself up enough to view the surroundings. It was not Valhöll and the old man was not Earth Father. He was not dead, but somehow still alive and breathing. It was all he could see or do before passing out again.
As he later found out, his savior was an ancient shaman of the Blackbear tribe ironically known only as Grizzle. The hermit was a powerful priest of the Varigads and a former leader the tribe, who lived in a cave of a long-dead grizzly bear.
The shaman had heard the familiar cries of agony of both the man and the bear, and had come to see the outcome of the battle. It was the final test of manhood of the Svärtäbjorn to kill a bear and the shaman had expected to find one of the warriors of his own tribe, not a Whitewolf.
Nevertheless, Brandr had acted like a true warrior and saved the life of the child, for as he was dying, so was the grizzly. Therefore, the priest had honored the young warrior and stopped his bleeding with the magical powers of the Gods of War.
Brandr’s recuperation took the better part of fourteen days. And he spent the days speaking with to the old shaman and listening to his wisdom. Brandr shared his own past with Grizzle, and with downcast eyes admitted his crimes. There was no need to tell the wise man, that he was no longer welcome to live with his own people, for the laws were mostly the same amongst both tribes.
Posted on 2009-12-13 at 20:50:23.
Edited on 2009-12-13 at 21:00:57 by Raven
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: True true
Yup, figured it would. I was thinking of a banished young man, who'd done the unthinkable and killed a fellow Gil. Of course that would have an effect on how he views the world. Such a banishment would be a terrible blow on his honor of course and he might not care too much for his life having already lost everything dear to him.
Or.. he could believe he'd been done wrong - the kill having been "justified" or accidental. It might have had a terrible blow on all his beliefs and he'd begun to question other rules or laws of the Gil society. Perhaps he has a great hunger to learn everything he can of the "outside" world and no loner has the wish to throw himself mindlessly into combat.
As to why the Gil would be in Drannon... That's a tougher one.
If you'd rather not have one, I'll create a Vidarak instead. No problem there.
Posted on 2009-12-13 at 17:07:14.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: Or then again
A Gil warrior would be very interesting to play as well. Short-lived most likely, but interesting nevertheless. That is, if you'd allow playing a Gilskalos in your game, taking into account the special weapons they have. On the other hand the armor restriction will even up the score pretty well. 
Posted on 2009-12-13 at 11:39:14.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: Vidarak
Not where it's supposed to be. I'll need to fix that tomorrow.
Here you go: http://www.rdinn.com/audalis/236/the_artarian_reach.html
Posted on 2009-12-12 at 21:59:55.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: Yup
Loved it too. Then again a new game would be nice too.
A Vidarak fighter. That ok with you, Alacrity?
Posted on 2009-12-12 at 21:44:29.
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Topic: Save The Princess recruitment
Subject: Yeppah
Oooh yeah, baby. Count me in!
I've already made one Drannese character for Cap's game and could use that if the game never takes off. Then again, since I'm hoping Cap'n Lou returns soon, I'll create another one instead.
Dunno, maybe a warrior?
Posted on 2009-12-12 at 20:59:07.
Edited on 2009-12-12 at 21:06:09 by Raven
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Topic: Santa Claus Letters
Subject: Bah!
Of course Santa exists. When you people come to visit Finland, you simply cannot miss the Santa Claus' Village on the Arctic Circle.
Oh and here's a nice little video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsMvSNCneM8
Posted on 2009-12-08 at 08:11:05.
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Topic: RDInnsider - The March Issue Is Here!
Subject: Yay
*gives another hug to Meri*
Oi, no face-licking while I'm hugging her, Eol!
Posted on 2009-12-02 at 08:57:52.
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Topic: Not Really a Game, But...it COULD Be
Subject: Streenz
Whaa? No one else done backgrounds for a character? Post people! They're fun to read.
Posted on 2009-12-02 at 06:51:03.
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Topic: Hey - nice newsletter :)
Subject: Woohoo
*gives Merideth a BIG hug*
Posted on 2009-12-02 at 06:47:37.
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Topic: Favorite Non-Standard RPG
Subject: Thank you for your cooperation
Please report to the nearest termination center immediately... I forgot all about Paranoia. That one was really good fun. We used to have the books and adventures. Wonder what happened to them....
Posted on 2009-12-01 at 19:15:56.
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Topic: Favorite Non-Standard RPG
Subject: :)
Sounds good to me! 
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 08:23:54.
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Topic: Favorite Non-Standard RPG
Subject: Hmm...
I'm guessing Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay isn't what you're looking for? Would RIFTS do? If not WFRP, then I'd say it's RIFTS or Delta Green.
Posted on 2009-11-29 at 19:27:51.
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Topic: Not Really a Game, But...it COULD Be
Subject: Mael
A bit of background for Mael son of Eon, an Aasimar fighter/priest. Not necessarily the best for I've never compared backgrounds that way, but I've grown to like Mael.
Mael’s mother, Akiko Takenabu, comes from Kozakura on the world of Faerun. Akiko worked as a priestess of Amaterasu (a manifestation of Lathander in Kara-Tur), the goddess of Sun, in a small village of a ninja-clan near the town of Renkyu. Her father Mataharu was the leader of the village and the clan, but was killed on an assignment long before Mael was born. Though the position of the leader was beyond her skills, Akiko did inherit Mataharu’s beautiful Katana.
The ninjas of the Waturi-clan were specialized in spying and sabotage instead of assassination. They served the Daimyo of Renkyu, who in turn was a supporter of the Emperor. Daimyo Narahito used the Waturi to gather information about the neighboring states and their lords, who were loyal to the Shogun instead of the Emperor. Naturally the competing Daimyos also used ninjas of their own to do the same.
But then came a time, when the lords of the provinces surrounding Renkyo formed an evil alliance to overcome the more powerful Narahito. To accomplish their goal they engaged the services of three Wu-Jen magicians and the notorious Iga-ninjas.
The Iga-clan stormed the Waturi village during a rainy night intending to take their victims completely by surprise. Fortunately the Waturi spies had gotten wind of the attack and the whole clan was ready to fight when the enemy came. The attackers were more proficient in open field combat, but the Waturi managed to use the darkness and shadows to their advantage. So the battle turned out to be evenly matched.
However, while the fight was still raging strong, the Wu-Jen helping the Iga-clan combined their terrible powers to open a portal to the deepest of hells. The evil sorcerers used their magic to summon four terrifying demons of the netherworld to turn the tide of the battle. Safe inside a protecting circle, they commanded the monsters to destroy the Waturi-clan.
The demons (three Balors and a Marilith, as Akiko later found out), turned the fight into a massacre. The chaotic and evil creatures were strong willed and did not confine to killing only the enemies of the Wu-Jen, but the Iga-ninjas as well. Laughing maniacally, the magicians watched as their pets murdered anything that moved, until one Iga tried to run away and join the wizards inside the protecting sphere. The man almost made it before the Marilith caught up with him. With the last of his strength, the ninja reached across the circle of salt and broke it.
Meanwhile Akiko followed the orders of the high priest of Amaterasu and led the elderly and the children into the safety of the temple’s basement before returning upstairs to observe the situation.
By then the demons had torn the Wu-Jen to pieces. They were getting bored slaughtering the ninjas, when they smelled the fear of the innocent children from within the temple. Following the command of the Marilith, one of the horned Balors struck down the heavy doors of the sanctuary with a single blow of its clawed fist.
High priest Eiji told Akiko to pray for help and moved to stop the demons. Holder of great power himself, the priest called for Amaterasu to banish the horrible monsters from the village, but the Marilith only laughed as it ripped the man’s head from his shoulders. Akiko had closed her eyes and tried to shut the terrible scream outside while concentrating on her plea. Finishing the prayer, Akiko opened her eyes to face her death. As her final action, the young priestess promised her life in sacrifice if her God would spare the lives of the children, and then cut her own throat with a knife.
The call in all its desperation carried the plea all the way across the universe to the plane of Elysium where Amaterasu – Lathander heard her cry. So pleased by the unselfishness of his servant was the Morninglord, that he sent his winged warrior Lord Eon on Faerun to help Akiko’s people.
As the tanto fell from dying Akiko’s hand, a bright light filled the temple blinding the demons and the woman. Taking advantage of the moment of surprise, the enormous Aasimon knelt beside Akiko in time to see the fear on her face turn into a smile as she let out her final breath. The pity for the mortal became terrifying anger and Lord Eon turned to face the demons of hell.
Drawing his blazing Dawn Blade, the angel launched himself from the floor and with a single strike cut a surprised Balor into two. Screaming in rage, the remaining hell spawns attacked the hated servant of light with berserk ferocity. But they stood no chance. They could not penetrate the Solar’s defenses once. The fight only took a breath and was over before the bloody knife stopped rolling on the floor.
Lord Eon was taken by the woman’s sacrifice to such degree, that as he returned from the mortals’ domain to the Outer Plane home of the Sun God on Elysium, he took Akiko’s body with him, knowing very well he was doing so against the will of his master. Kneeling before the God, Eon asked for a punishment for his actions from Lathander, but still declared his intention of bringing the self-sacrificial woman back to life.
The Morninglord appeared to consider the matter for a moment, though Eon could not know it for sure. For even the greatest champion of Good could not completely understand what gods really were and how they operated. Lathander is great in his mercy and Lord Eon was one of his most favorite servants. Turning his gaze at the lifeless Kozakuran, the Lord of Dawn himself willed her to live again.
But the Solar had still crossed the will of his master and had to be punished. Neither Lord Eon nor the woman was ever to enter the Prime Material plane again, and Akiko was to serve Lathander for the rest of her life, which on Elysium meant all eternity. Such was the ruling of the Morninglord.
As almost any woman would have, Akiko eventually fell in love with Lord Eon. The angelic being’s beauty was beyond anything any mortal could imagine and his heart was warm, kind and loving –Eon was everything she could dream of. Marriage was unheard of amongst the immortal beings serving Lathander. Though capable of loving, it would have been impossible for Eon to concentrate his feelings towards a single person. But he did share some of his love with Akiko and as an outcome of their union, a son – Mael – was born.
Lord Eon’s mission was to travel through all the Planes doing Lathander’s bidding. And though he was a being of goodness, more often than not it meant killing and destroying servants of evil. And more often than not, the Champion of Light was worlds away from his master’s domain on Elysium. Therefore the burden of bringing up the child was left completely on Akiko’s shoulders.
Mael did not meet his father before his second birthday and even after that saw him only a few times a year. Though unaware of the fact in his youth, Mael was not the sole offspring of Lord Eon. But Akiko’s son was the youngest and very dear to Eon.
Akiko spend most of her days working at the temple and Mael went everywhere with her. His days went by helping his mother and the other priests in their daily chores. In the evenings Akiko taught her son the things he was really interested in – Kozakuran habits, history of her family, reading and writing, and naturally the teachings of Lathander as well. And at the age of three Mael began taking lessons in martial arts from her mother. The daily practice sessions included both unarmed and armed combat as well as swordplay.
Every time Lord Eon returned home from his crusades on the Outer Planes, he spent a few days alone with his youngest son. The father told Mael stories about the justness and compassion of their lord Lathander as well as about his own travels across the multitude of worlds. He also took great care in explaining the differences between the teachings of the Morning Lord and other gods. And little by little the boys love and respect for both his father and his God grew.
Lord Eon did also offer his own personal input into Mael’s combat training. For even though Akiko was an extremely skilled fighter, Eon still had millennia worth experience more of battles against beings of all kind. The father’s lessons were more practical than theoretical unlike the tuition the mother was giving. And whilst training with his father, Mael quickly learned how to better find weaknesses in someone’s defense. One of Lord Eon’s basic teachings was: “It doesn’t matter how or with what you attack, if you know the gaps in the enemy’s guard.” Already at the age of ten Mael won a match against his mother with wooden practice katanas or bokkens.
On one of the days when Mael was practicing kenjutsu with his father, Lord Eon felt something was bothering the boy and saw that his thoughts were somewhere else. He lowered his bokken – which looked like a twig in his big hands (for Eon is nearly nine feet tall in his natural form) – and watched the young Aasimar with love-filled eyes. “Is there something troubling your mind, my son?”, the winged warrior asked and willed his frame to become somewhat smaller.
“Father…”, Mael began warily. “I have learned very much about the teachings of our Lord and can feel them take effect inside my heart, but one thing is indeed troubling me…” The boy raised his gaze to look into the most beautiful eyes he knew to exist. “Father, I do not know what Lord Lathander looks like.”
The Solar looked at the boy with a knowing smile on his face, nodded to himself and replied: “I have been expecting this, my son. Living in a god’s vicinity can at the same time feel both enlightening and bothersome – wonderful and terrifying. The greatest power one can ever imagine is so close you can literally touch it, but yet it is eons away. I once felt the same as you do now, Mael… As to what the Morninglord looks like, there is no single answer, for our Lord appears as whatever each of his children wishes to see him. To one he may be a being of the purest sunlight, to another a gigantic unearthly beautiful man or woman and to others even a regular human.”
Eon touched the boy’s cheek softly and smiled. “I cannot tell you what the Sunlord looks like, you must one day see for yourself.”
Posted on 2009-11-27 at 20:30:26.
Edited on 2009-12-01 at 07:16:54 by Raven
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Topic: Happy Thanksgiving
Subject: Well
Yeah, have a nice day everyone - yesterday, today, tomorrow.
As long as you keep coming to our lovely Inn, you're bound to have happy days whether you planned for it or not. 
Thanks, Olan and everyone for making the Inn what it is today!
There, my thanks given. And I can do it again any day, should it be required.
Posted on 2009-11-27 at 11:15:28.
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Topic: hi
Subject: Right
Alright, alright. I'll have to do it since everyone else has forgotten to warn you. Remember the first and foremost rule at the Inn. (well not really, but nearly so anyway)
Whatever you do, DO NOT FEED THE GRUGG. The Grugg is hairy, it is ugly and it eats anything. It lurks in the woods and it.. it is said that it sings - especially so when someone has given it food.
Raven, your every day (hairy and ugly) moderator.
Posted on 2009-11-26 at 18:59:07.
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Topic: Yes, I'm back
Subject: Nice
That's pure coolness... Sounds a bit like my Interrail trip in 1990. O.o Jeesh! That's lifetime ago. Although I didn't get to spend quite that long traveling. Only 4 weeks or so. Wish I could go again.
Posted on 2009-11-24 at 20:44:53.
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Topic: Yes, I'm back
Subject: Hear hear!
Good to have you back, Cap'n.
Posted on 2009-11-24 at 20:30:29.
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Topic: Where's Vorrioch?
Subject: Where's Vorrioch?
Hi,
Has anybody heard of Vorrioch lately? Seems to me he's been away for more than a month without any notice. While I really would like to continue playing his Planescape game, I'm more worried than anxious.
So if there are any RL friends of James in here, please let us know if everything's ok with him.
Posted on 2009-11-19 at 08:47:05.
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Topic: I find this funny
Subject: :)
Yes well. To us on the old continent these lawsuits on your side of the big A seem ridiculous to say the least. Apparently there's no such thing as common sense when it comes to paying for damage caused by the misuse of a product.
Two options pop to my mind right away: either people on the NA continent are really, really, really stupid. This option I _don't_ buy even if the level of general education may be lower than that in Finland. Education doesn't go hand in hand with common sense. Then again putting a cat into a microwave oven to dry it would imply the person in question is incredibly stupid. Same could be said about the Winnebago driver ofc.
Option 2: The law is incredibly stupid. Even if people would be paid for doing absolutely foolish things, the compensation should be reasonable, not related to a company's revenue allowing these million class compensations.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 08:07:00.
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Topic: Pedo Edhel?
Subject: Well done Ayrn
Ayrn beat me to it. You know the rules of the Inn, Merideth... Whatever you do, do not feed the Gruggster.
I've found the elven dictionary more than useful myself a number of times. Especially when I was playing a Syl paladin in Brom's game. Boy, was he a cool character in a marvelous game.
Posted on 2009-11-11 at 19:43:02.
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Topic: Greetings
Subject: Hah!
Whatever you do, don't feed the Grugg!
Posted on 2009-11-08 at 10:12:55.
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Topic: I'm Collecting Birthdays!!
Subject: Catch!
I'd prefer beer and beer. But on my birthday (December 23rd -73), I'll go for a coffee and a whole lotta fudge. And chocolate. And liquorice. And cake....
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 11:09:58.
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Topic: Star wars in concert
Subject: Not available in here...
Cuulness! Would be a bit expensive though to fly all the way from Finland just to see the show.
Posted on 2009-11-02 at 08:36:48.
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