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Topic: Fantasy Artist Wanted!
Subject: ehm

Perhaps it would be better to give a bit more information about what the story is about... what kind of style you want, and just maybe who-ever Christina is?

Posted on 2009-01-06 at 21:33:14.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: well

I'm glad you chose to put a bunch of errors in Perrin's attempt. Gives good roleplaying opp.

Posted on 2009-01-05 at 16:46:45.

Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: yes

I Love my Agenda!

Posted on 2009-01-05 at 16:45:04.

Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: posted

there it is... curious to see what happens next.

Posted on 2009-01-04 at 12:13:21.

Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: a story of their own

The abbot nodded appreciatively when Isiliri ended the story of her house.

"Thank you, my dear. I can identify with your story on many aspects. The tale of this monastery is not so different from yours. It was founded by a man named Athur Forrager, a follower of the Path of Dynasty. These followers usually seek to find all the lore and knowledge in the world. Athur was said to be graced by our Lord Jusarin with a divine secret that could change the world if it was revealed. He became a hunted man, as various people sought the knowledge he possessed, mirroring this great secret to their own dreams and desires. He fled to the Taskarren coast, and started this monastery so he could bury his secret under vast amounts of written knowledge. When he passed away, so did any information about this divine secret."

The abbot paused for a moment.

"I don't know if this story is true. Even amongst the brothers there are different interpretations to this tale. We have never looked for this secret, and believe that Athur had good cause to keep it burried. It is an unfinished tale, and we like to keep it that way."

"In any case, I am glad that you are willing to take brother Perrin with you. I am sure that when he collects his first great story, he'll learn a valuable lesson."

He winked at Perrin, then looked at Tamuril when he continued: "As for your song, I would very much like to hear it this evening. You can be our guests until then. After all, we don't get many."

(OOC: I don't know if you guys want to stay. It is not required, but roleplaying wise it might give us some interesting hooks. I'm not updating any further yet, since I think this scene needs some closing up. )

Posted on 2009-01-04 at 12:11:30.

Topic: Utan's out for a while -- a long while
Subject: sorry to hear

Wow, I hope things will go better for him soon. Let him know that we all understand, and that appologies are not needed.

If he gets really bored from not being able to enjoy a lot of visual entertainment, you could try looking into audio-books (downloaded or storebought). They basically have every book you like on CD if you look around enough.
They can be really entertaining, and time passes a lot easier if you have something to keep your mind occupied.

Posted on 2009-01-04 at 11:45:52.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: ok

no problem, but what does Tamuril mean when she says 'this evening'. Does the group intend on staying at the monastery overnight? It's only midday at the moment, and you haven't been invited to stay either. You've been asked to trade a drink and some shadow for a tale or two.

Now I could have the abbot react in whatever manner he would react to such a proposal, which is not a problem for me. Or you can alter your post, if it was a misunderstanding. It doesn't mean that either way would be bad, it means that there are just two options for this.

Posted on 2009-01-03 at 21:16:43.

Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: hmmm... now what

“Can’t we just clean the wound? It hasn’t been that long! Look all the blood flowing out should keep the infection out of my veins right?” The young man looked at Vandervoort. "Right?”

Vandervoort tried to keep his calm, while his heart raced two different directions. He was glad for what Carrell had said, because chaos and anxiety were what he needed. Chaos would give him a dead body, or rather: a temporarily dead body.
But he had to give the doctor credit for having the worst timing in the history of patient-handling. He buckled up Waltkins’ without saying a word just yet, but when the private couldn’t see his face, he gave an agreeing nod to Carrell. Coming back up he looked the private in the eye with what was best described as professional overconfidence.

“Son, you’re absolutely right. The bloodflow will prevent infection. You’ll be safe. We need to strap you down though. I’ve explained why. Sitting still while you’re flesh is being burnt is impossible. I’m sure you understand strapping is for your own safety AND mine, since I’m holding this smoldering piece of equipment.”
He held the searing hot cauterize tool in front of the private’s face for a second, then turned around.

“Mosher, give me a hand here. We need to strap the private to his chair. We don’t want anybody to get hurt, and we can’t drive at this slow pace for long either.”

When Waltkins is strapped in properly, Vandervoort will use the tool as best as he can, and then take the radio to contact Johnson. But before seeking radio contact he bends over once more to the driver and Mosher. Keeping his voice low, he looks at them both with as much concern as he can muster.

“His wounds are treated, but I don’t know if he’s infected or not. We cannot unstrap him. In fact, we could really use some extra precautions. Do you have some kind of handcuffs, or other way to restrict his movements?”

(OOC: Did I understand it right that there is a lab in this van? Or is that another one? If there is a lab, Vandervoort will start taking samples of Waltkins’ blood and skin as soon as he can, to find out anything unusual; infection, mutation or anything like that.
OOC2: Feel free to play things out if you can. There's no real reason why we should play this out one step at a time. That would take up a lot of time that's not really needed, I think. )

Posted on 2009-01-03 at 21:13:22.

Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: a question

The abbot had been very quiet during the storytelling. He nodded his head every now and then, but mostly just gazed with intense brown eyes at whoever was speaking.
When Kay was done with his story, the abbot leaned back in his chair and opened his mouth to speak. He paused, seemed to think about something, but apparently dismissed the thought and looked at brother Perrin instead.

“Here, brother, let me see what you have written down.”
He took the paper from the young monk and started reading. After a few sentences he glanced at the writer in astonishment before reading on. His frowning brow and flaring nostrils betrayed his annoyance, and when he was done he rolled up the parchment with the collected stories and gave it to brother Josop.

“Brother Josop, please try to re-novel this disaster. I’m sure you’ve memorized the stories to the detail.”
He looked at Perrin. “You have much to learn, brother. But I shouldn’t be too hard on you yet. You need some proper schooling, that’s all.”

He eyed the group of adventurers for a moment, then returned his attention to Perrin. A soft smile spread across his dry lips.

“I know what would be the perfect lesson for one as young and eager as you are.” He turned back to the group, and addressed them as a whole: “Would you object in taking brother Perrin along with you? I’m sure a group such as yours is graced by The Magister with the many tales and plot-hooks of life. Our brother would learn a great deal by recording your travels and adventures. And we in turn might learn a great deal from him when he comes back. What do you say?”

Posted on 2009-01-03 at 18:50:10.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: well

I was waiting for more people to come up with stories. I'll update tomorrow, stories or not. After all, you've given them more than 1 tale already, so they should be satisfied.

Posted on 2009-01-02 at 12:09:05.

Topic: I have arrived
Subject: yep

Yep, Welcome to the Inn!

So you are a writer amongst writers now. I hope your game will get some good players here.

Posted on 2008-12-29 at 18:12:51.

Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: yep

JJmike: Since you are new, you have to understand that Ryst has a habit of being a knowitall, who loves discussions but doesn't listen. You can choose to react to his latest post, but I would advice you to ignore it and move on to better things in life.

And Ryst, there's a difference between being smart and being rude. You're on the edge. Please understand that other people have opinions too, ok?

Posted on 2008-12-27 at 18:29:03.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: it doesn't really matter

I doesn't influence anything I suppose, as long as you make it a happy ending

so please! Go ahead, I'm curious now!

Posted on 2008-12-27 at 09:38:34.

Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: HEhe

Please note once again, Ryst, that I made this thread not because I actually believe that the world will end, but because it gives us another reason to fantasise about the future. Or to fantasise in general, which we are fond of, being on this site... right?

I personally don't believe that the world will end, nor do I doubt that the poles of the earth will shift, causing chaos and destruction. I also like the version Admiral named: apparently there would be complete understanding between men and women... what more do we want!

Posted on 2008-12-27 at 09:37:20.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: hah!

And we are officially bannered as well!

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 22:49:05.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: well

It is your tale today, so make it as elaborate as you want to. Besides, it doesn't have to be the full truth, you know.

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 22:32:09.

Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: and...

where are the promised updates? huh?

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 22:20:05.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: alright

updated. I didn't wait for Reralae, since she can fill in the details when she does post. I'm earlier than I should be so it's no big deal anyway.

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 19:55:30.

Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: the monastery

Brother Josop led them around the building first, where a wooden roof protruded from the stone walls of the monastery. Under it stood two horses near a hay-container. There was plenty of room in the shade next to the two occupants, and the monk welcomed them to bring their horses closer.

When they steadied their mounts they noticed a monk sitting in the shade as well, next to the horses. On his lap lay an opened book, in which he scribbled a few words every now and then. The rest of his time was spent by staring at the sun and the dunes, and listening to the waves of the ocean that could faintly be distinguished in the wind.

“This is brother Mandino. His is the very important task of recording the passing of time, and the changes it brings. If you haven’t guessed yet, we are a monastery dedicated to Jusarin, the God of Knowledge. We’re librarians of history, collectors of stories. Knowledge comes in unexpected packages sometimes, and much can be learned from everyday experiences. Even the slightest of modification in the world around us has a reason. We record those reasons, penning down the facts. But come, I will bring you inside, where it is cool. You look like you’re all in need of some refreshments.”

He guided the group through the main entrance; a wooden, heavily decorated double door. Behind it lay a small square garden surrounded by a walkway. Lining the walkway were doors, mostly closed, but through some of the opened ones they perceived small, simple rooms where monks sat in prayer or labour behind desks.

Josop took them into a library, where several wide chairs were centred around a low square table. He asked them to sit down, and told he would be back with refreshments. The library was filled with books, scrolls and curiosa from different cultures. The high windows were mostly stained glass, and portrayed holy men with long parchments, goose-feather pens and maps. In the time it took the monk to return, they had gathered that the monastery was old, but not ancient. At the most, it had been built two centuries ago.

When Brother Josop returned, it was in the company of an old man in the simple brown dress of the monks, but with a white cape covering his back. Josop put down the wooden tray with mugs he was carrying and handed each of them what looked like a light coloured beer. The old man was staring at them gently as they all received their refreshments. When the last mug was handed out, he nodded friendly.

“Welcome to our monastery, travellers. My name is father Jusarin. I was named after our Lord as is a tradition in this house, the day I became the abbot here. I have heard that you are willing to trade a story for our home brew. I hope both will be of excellence. Brother Perrin here will record your tale, I trust you don’t have a problem with that?”

He indicated the other monk that had been standing around. Then he looked at the adventurers in expectation.

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 19:51:11.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: hey

I'm pretty pleased with the posts so far, guys. Good work.

On thing though: Brianna, I think I've missed something here, or misundestood perhaps, but I don't really understand this piece of your post:

she was drawn by the call of magic especially that of the sorcerer. Fo years she had trained and studied sharpening her skills and ability. Recently she had traded much of her jewels and finery for that which would serve her better out in the world practicing her magics. Isilimiri’s mother had been surprised by the daughter decision to leave the halls of mages for the outside world.

She is not a sorcerer but a cleric right? Or are you talking about something else?

Posted on 2008-12-23 at 12:36:14.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: ok here goes

Answers people:

Brianna, the Q/A and the game thread have already been linked. Have been since I put up the game.

The name Chindari plains comes straight from the Audalis world. I have no idea who came up with the name and concept, but it truly is a funny coincidence

And I had hoped that it was clear enough that you guys were the adventuring party. I didn't specify any characters, since I believe that's up to you guys to do.

Gboy: I have doubts concerning you being part of the monastery, because it would indicate that you would have certain knowledge of the surroundings, something that could give you unfair advantages. We could rule though, that you are a new guy, who has just arrived last week? I like the idea of you coming from the monastery, just not the 'benefits' that come with it. I'm sure you can understand.

And Jjmikerr, there will be no slapping

One more thing: I put up everybody's character sheet for my own reference, and for the players themselves. If there are 'errors' in other people's sheets, that is for a good reason, and it would be best to just accept them and find out roleplaying wise what your team-mates are like.
Can everybody agree on that?

Posted on 2008-12-21 at 09:21:19.

Topic: Skari's Partial Offline Period
Subject: have fun!

Enjoy your stay, dude.

Posted on 2008-12-20 at 19:20:54.

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: hehe

Hehe, indeed.

I have opened this game with a post in the Rules Based D&D forum. You are now free to start replying as soon as you want.

Here's to a fun experience together!

Posted on 2008-12-20 at 14:58:11.

Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure

The flaming logs of the fireplace sent a warm glow through the Red Dragon Inn. It was a night like many others, and the establishment was crowded with comfort and murmur. The guests dined and laughed, drank and flirted, then drank some more. The bartender had only a moment every now and then to enjoy the fruit of his staff’s labour, for he himself was overly busy as well. He noted the working class, relaxing after a hard day’s work. He glanced at the thieves conspiring in the corners. He regarded the lovers in their evasion and attraction, and smiled. But he smiled most of all at the children gathered around an old rocking chair in front of the fire.

The chair was occupied by a story teller, Farreus the old. Farreus had been an adventurer throughout his life, or at least claimed so much. He had tales for young and old, but at this time in the young evening, his crowd consisted of children and young teenagers, who had enough of the converse of their parents and their parents’ friends. Farreus proved capable of weaving their dreams into words, and his words into fantasies again.

The old warrior had just finished stuffing his pipe. He had bought the thing long ago because he thought it fitted the image. Every story teller had to have a pipe to wave around; at least in his experience it had always been so. It usually took him a story or two before he actually lit the thing and brought it to his lips, where it parted immediately because the story he was telling took an unexpected turn. By the end of the evening he had taken only two pulls from it, before emptying it in the fire place. The bartender was the only one who realized this, and kept it a secret. It was one of the reasons he felt so entertained by the storyteller. You never knew what was real, and what wasn’t.

“Today I’m going to tell you the tale of the three armed ogre.”

The old man sat back slowly, shifting his weight so that the chair leaned back, but not so far where it would disconnect him from his audience.

“The day I turned eighteen, I knew that I had to go out into the world, and explore the lands that I had been dreaming ab… “

“Farreus. We want to hear about when you were a kid. Tell us the one where the strangers came to rescue your village,” one of the children interrupted. A few of the older, more respecting teens amongst them made shushing noises, but Farreus laughed.
“Haven’t I told you that story last week, young Madeiro? Are you so eager to hear it again that you’re willing to break and old man’s musings?”

The child who had spoken looked at the storyteller in confusion. “What?”
One of the teens that had shushed earlier bent towards the kid and eyed it with a parental sternness.
“He means that it’s rude to interrupt him.”

“No,” Farreus said quietly. “No, that is not what I mean. I mean that Madeiro is right to put in a request. It is one of my favourites as well, and I will gladly retell it.”

He sat forward and brought his head close to his audience.
“This story starts when I was just a young boy; just six years old. Still, I remember it well, for the events that happened changed the way I viewed the world…..”

The Chindari Plains had been tough and boring. Who had ever come with idea to cross them was unclear, but the adventurers had made it through, living of dried fruits and hunting dalpas, a far cousin of the deer. In deep summer, these plains could be a hell on Antaron, and the group had definitely had their share of blistering heat.

For the past few days, the land had shown geological change, and slowly the vast flatness of sand and grass had turned into a land of hills and curves, bushes and even the occasional tree. At this moment, they could taste the saltiness of the ocean in the wind. Dunes lined the path they were following north, which would ultimately bring them to Bayris if they followed it long enough.

They were a group of adventurers, a mixed bunch with different talents. They had lost a few companions to forks in the road, dangerous encounters and women in wondrous cities. It was a jest amongst them that these last two were actually not so different, but that’s another matter, for another time.
The ones that remained had formed the hard core of the group, and had become reasonably close. Close enough to trust one another, but whether the word friendship was in order remained a test that would last until the end of their adventuring days.

It was midday when they found an old monastery, where monks were tending to a very well-kept garden bearing hedges, chickens, dune flora and a stone sculpture of an opened book. Two of them looked up when the group passed, and one of them called out:

“Well met, travellers of the sandy paths. My name is brother Josop. The sun is hot today, and you look like you could use a drink. Care to trade some refreshments for a good story?”

(OOC: We're ready to start posting, people!)

Posted on 2008-12-20 at 14:54:56.
Edited on 2008-12-20 at 15:02:14 by Almerin

Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: oh

I need Gboy's charry as well.

Also: I have started a Q/A already. It bears a title that the game will share: "A Local Legend".

Put your questions there from now on.

Posted on 2008-12-19 at 18:29:22.


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