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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: updated anyway


I updated anyway, even though I had only three actual posts. I hope next week this is going to be better. If you don't post, you don't get any actions in combat.

Then some announcements:

1. Blammm is very sorry to inform you all that he's going to quit this game. He doesn't have time since real life is being hectic. I started a recruitment thread for a replacement, and so far Skari-dono seems to be interested in joining. I'm letting him create a new character rather than continue Tobin, since Tobin wasn't a part of the main group any longer (although he would've returned later in the game). You can all read his horrible ending in my last update.

2. I've asked Olan to take over Greenleaf's character and he seemed pretty interested. If you all send him a PM that he needs to join than he certainly will just kidding.

3. Brianna has shown interest in joining as well, but I haven't heard from her in some time. It seems like the only option for her is to take over Thondrek, but if she doesn't want him, then I'm going to kill him off. Perhaps Dragon Mistress knows if she's still available?

Hope that you'll all enjoy this new update!

Posted on 2007-06-02 at 11:49:33.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: End of battle, bladesinger living shield, Tobin dies, or not...


Kharolis Mountains
East base of the mountains
24th day of the 7th month: Pfier
9:15 pm


The fire of the Hellhound had come quite unexpected. In their rejoicing of their victory over the old man, they had let their guard down.
Malius stumbled backwards from the impact of the flames. His bow and some of his clothes had caught fire, and the rapidly started dousing the flames.

Alyssiaís robes were on fire as well, but there wasnít much to be damaged that wasnít damaged or stained already. She neglected the fire, and instead started casting one of the most powerful spells her Goddess granted her.
Loda ran for her shield, and snatched it off the ground. She was now ready to battle this hound from hell. As approached the hound, it looked her deep in the eyes. She could see an evil glow, like hot embers rejoicing the consumption of whatever fuelled their burning. She stared, and then started a sprint. The hair of her beard that caught fire earlier glowed more intense as air rushed past them. But before she could strike, a white hot beam of electricity flashed by. Alyssia had unleashed the anger of her divine patroness over the creature.

*************

Draven found himself on the edge of death, on top of the list of the Grim Reaper. He wouldnít mind dying, would possibly even welcome it, but something kept him craving the feeling of his heart beating. He positioned his katana between himself and the woman in black.

"Who knowingly wagers their very existence, to take a life? There is a reason why none do. The consequences are terribly severe. My dear, Some fates are far worse then death."

The answer was both unexpected and unsettling. The woman spoke with a voice deep and not of this world, in a language spoken in the deepest crevices of the underworld. Still he understood their meaning, word for word:

ďIt was you, who wagered a life, Draven IreDante. And it is you who carry the consequences every day. Iíve come for you, to make your life worthy of your potential.Ē

Perhaps it was fear, though Draven didnít know he possessed such an emotion, or perhaps it was defiance, but Dravenís onyx blade came down upon the woman before either of them knew it. It pierced her belly, slashed a deep gash in her flesh, and skewered her spine. The last of her words were almost breathless.

ďÖworth yourÖ.Ē And then she drew out her last breath. From Dravenís back, the shape of a large hound came flying overhead, and tumbled into the woman as she sank to the earth. It was Gothard, Lodaís faithful drunk companion. He looked at Draven as if to tell him: there, I saved you, now give me some ale.
Then a bright flash illuminated the area, even penetrating the thick mist surrounding the warrior.

*******************

The companions in the camp gathered around the spot where the hellhound had been. All that was left were some patches of fur, and charcoal remains of what had been bones once. The creature had been diminished to ashes, under the electric bolt that Alyssia had unleashed upon it.

(OOC: you now notice that Gothard is missing, Draven is still nowhere to be seen, and you hear no sounds of battle anywhere near.)


Londelirinen Kingdom
Aerie of the High King
Urvanialís tower
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier
1:25 pm


Elessarae was in no mood to be taken aback by a swarm of fiendish owls. While their gibberish reverberated against the walls of the druidís tower, she fought off the effects in her head.
She fought her way through a cloud of feathers, and now found herself shoulder to shoulder with Urvanial. He was bleeding severely, but kept slinging small spells from his fingers that hindered the owls from coming too close. He glanced at Elessar, a look of appreciation and dependence. He needed her to concentrate on a strong spell.
The Khordaldrum with the shovel was now running rampant through the tower. He seemed terribly skilled with his weapon and chopped and bludgeoned the owls by large numbers. Still, they were strong, and many. Although he created a lot of confusion and chaos amongst the owls, they persisted on all of them.

Stepping back, Urvanial initiated his chant. He called upon Kith-Jora, in a melodious but simple hymn. His hands wove patterns that didnít seem to fit the chanting, but Elessar could feel the power growing inside him, as she shielded the area.
Two owls dove down at her, but she could fight them off with her blade. She had to resist the urge to evade them, for that would mean they would go after the druid. Another owl came flying at her, straight from the front. She slashed at it, and kicked it hard with her boot. The creature tumbled to the floor, where it lay shivering spastically for a while before rising again.
From the corner of her eye she noticed one of the owls flying high over her head, ready to charge the druid from a difficult angle. When it let itself drop, she was ready to strike. In an upwards thrust she pierced the point of her sword through the creatureís body. Blood spattered everywhere, and the thing was stuck on her sword. She remembered a similar sight from a previous battle with these owls.

Then Urvanial called out: ďRun to the lower level! NOW!!!Ē

(OOC: You have one round to get to a lower level of the tower, but it wonít be easy with all the owls flying around. Telliri is still crouching in mental pain on the floor, and Kher is still fighting the owls with his shovel.)


Alloryen Kingdom
Formian Hive
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier
4:12 pm


Tobin was confused. Was this why they had brought him here? Was this some test to see if he would stand up to this plant creature?

With a sudden slam a hard vine crushed into the sand inches away from the little Cidal. In an act of instinct he tumbled to the side and took out his sling. There were plenty of rocks on the floor here, so ammo wouldnít be the problem. He released a stone on the bush.
The big opening in the plant went up and down in snarls and bites at the air. As Tobinís rock pierced the creatureís leaves, it let out an extra roar of rage. Vines like tentacles dove at Tobin, and it became harder and harder to step or jump aside in time.

The ants clicked and krrrríd around the arena. They cheered for him, or perhaps they cheered at the fight. The queen peered calmly at what was happening below. Her face betrayed no emotion, but the paper robed ants around her were more than amused.

Tobin slung another rock into the bush, and though it broke off some twigs and leaves, it didnít do too much to harm the plant. The dark, strong vines were now all directed at him. They swooped by, pierced high and low, and then finally, when the pressure became too much, one got a hold of Tobinís leg.
The ants fell silent as the Cidal was picked up from the ground, and dangled high into the air. Then the vine lowered again and Tobinís head sank slowly into the large opening in the bush. Branches slashed at him. It felt like strings of barbed wire whipped over his face. Soon though, he was lifted off again, numbed by pain, his face a bloody mess. Then another vine got a hold of him, and his two captivators started a fight amongst themselves over the smallest hero of Antaron.

Then, Tobin felt his spine crack, and black darkness took over.

When he woke up he found himself laying, looking up into the face of one of the paper robed ants. He tried to lift his hand, but saw a crab-life claw rise instead. The ant smiled at him, or at least, he felt that the creature smiled. Then it helped him up and guided him through the hive, to a place where humans and other captives were digging new tunnels. He looked at his legs, but didnít recognize the furry goat-legs, or the scaled abdomen they connected to. The ant left him in the care of two guards that handed him a basket, half full with sand. Here he would spend the rest of his days.

(OOC: Tobinís brain and some of his head are now part of a patchwork creature known as a mongrelman, created by a Formian (antlike creatures) necromantic experiment.)


Posted on 2007-06-02 at 11:42:10.

Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: hehe


Also, please note that I have granted right of first refusal for those in my defunct Ripples of the Past game.

First refusal? hehe... that sounds nice.

In any case, if I had more time I would absolutely join this game again with Metricum Gluestone. Perhaps if you cannot find enough players I'll take a shot. But I don't think you'll be short any.

Good Luck!

Posted on 2007-05-31 at 17:40:05.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: perfect


can I also expect and IC post? Or do you not have time? I need more replies in order to run this battle, guys!

Posted on 2007-05-30 at 12:33:32.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Tobin and Elessarae


Posted for Blammm and Dragon M.

Elessarae is down about 1 fourth of her HP from attacking owls.

Posted on 2007-05-27 at 07:38:35.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: freaking gibberish


Londelirinen Kingdom
Aerie of the High King
Urvanialís tower
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier
1:25 pm


The chaos kept building inside the tower. With its big open windows this level of the tower was very vulnerable to the owlsí attack. Singing and slashing, Elessarae fought off the dreaded claws of the owls around her. Telliri and Urvanial were both under attack as well.
The druid paced backwards to a wall.
ďFree me some room so I can concentrate on a stronger spell!Ē he yelled at the bladesinger and the captain of the guard. From his hands shot roots that grabbed a nearby owl and dragged it to the ground. Unable to fly, the creature crashed and started squirming on the floor.

The other owl didnít even seem to care. They circled the elves and dove in with their claws. Six talons shot at Elessar, and though she could bash aside on owl with her sword, she spun out of the way too late to avoid collision with the other two. Sharp nails punctured her legs and her left arm. She stepped aside and initiated a series of disciplines that complimented her song. Her blade carved up, shot forward and missed an owl by inches. Again the three owls that chose her as their target came in, but she was prepared now. She ducked low and made an unexpected step to the side, dodging two of the birds. The third one got its claws in her hair and squeezed hard. A pain shot through her head, and made her stumble for words for a second. The owls talons were now constricted in her hair, and the creature flapped frantically to get loose. With her free hand she grabbed the thing, yanked it loose and threw it on the ground. The tip of her sword came down after it, but only sliced a small cut and a chunk of feathers.

Then the gibberish started. Although she couldnít understand a single word, she felt the bitterness of the tone, the despair of weakness in the sound. It swept away her own singing, and for a brief moment she felt a limpness wash over her. In a haze she saw Telliri fall to his knees, hands covering his shaking head. Then she snapped out of it, willing herself back into the fight. Urvanial didnít seem to be affected with the foul gibberish, but he was being swarmed. From the hole in the ground, a Khordaldrum beard came swinging on to their level. A head followed, eyes covered with two black goggles. Urvanialís companion carried a shovel and lunged himself into the battle.

(OOC: took the liberty to update two rounds at once. Hope that's alright.)

Posted on 2007-05-26 at 16:58:27.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: entertaining the ants


Alloryen Kingdom
Formian Hive
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier
3:56 pm


He was their hero, their slave. Climbing down the rope ladder, more ants gathered, all over the sandy walls and on the shaft of their hive. As far as the little Cidal could see, ants peered down at him. He was their object of study, a curiosity and object of entertainment. He noticed paper-robed ants grouping by the throne. To them, he might be the embodiment of what they would like to be, with their humanoid hands, or perhaps they were laughing at his pitiful efforts of climbing down a ladder they didnít even need.
When he arrived at the bottom of the shaft, the group of paper robed ants parted, and revealed a monstrosity positioned on the throne. She was a queen of dread with her large head with spiked chitin armor. Her bulging body didnít even fit on the wooden building, but self-content pride kept her in position. Underneath her skin the small hero could see movement, as if her children were eating her from the inside.

Big black eyes stared down at Tobin, and suddenly she pointed with one of her legs. A terrifying scream followed, the first sound uttered since his time as a Ďguestí of the ant-like creatures. Upon this calling, the ants with human arms all pointed at the bush in the middle of the arena. From their fingers, bolts of light shot straight at the bush. On collision the bush erupted, almost seemed to explode. A space opened between the branches and from it sounded a roar of pain and terror. Vines sprouted from the bush like tentacles that started whipping around at possible enemies. It wouldnít be long before the bush found Tobin. And the ants leered down in high expectation of that moment.

(OOC: the rope-ladder has been hauled up, so youíre pretty much trapped in the pit. Unless you want to start climbing. The ants will try to kick you down if you do so.)

Posted on 2007-05-26 at 09:45:14.

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: definately


Children of Men is definately one of my favorite movies.

Posted on 2007-05-26 at 08:55:22.

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: no interest?


why not? Is it the storyline? It's surreal and yes, of course, not possible. But behind the romance is a great story, and good filming as well.


Posted on 2007-05-25 at 20:20:31.

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: oh yeah!!


Harry Potter and Ratatouille! Those are going to be awesome.
For those who want so see some Pixar preview, go to Quicktime.com/trailers and find the spot where it says: Ratatouille 9 minute preview. It's worth your time!

A movie tip for artsy movie lovers: Thumbsucker was very interesting.

'Fracture' was great I though, but perhaps not known enough.
How about a comparison? Which movie was better, The Notebook or the Lakehouse? If you haven't seen those, what are you waiting for? Both romantic though, so be warned.

Posted on 2007-05-25 at 20:12:45.

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: hah.. movies!!


*dives into this thread*

Spiderman 3: I was SO excited to see that movie, and perhaps that's why I didn't like it as much as I hoped.
You can blame it on subplots. I really think what made it not nearly as good as 1 and 2, was the fact that everything was to hastily presented. In Spiderman 1 we have the Green Goblin, and in number 2 we have Dr Octopus. One villain is enough for a Spiderman movie. The decision to put 3 in this one was not a good one, in my opinion. Sandman, however cool, interesting etc didn't really come to his right. Especially while in the end it turns out that he never meant to do harm (then why did he join venom in that final battle?).
The fued, or however you name it, between Harry and Peter was a good continuation, and I found the memory loss and unexpected and welcome turn.
Venom deserved more attention and would've suited fine as single villain with the Hobgoblin on the side.
In short: I expected more depth, and not just an action packed, entertaining movie.
One more thing, but that's probably me being european:
I found the patriotic shot of Spiderman in front of the American flag, right before the final battle, a little over the top.

So: what did everybody think about 'Fracture'?

Posted on 2007-05-25 at 15:11:46.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: update


I updated for the main group. I don't have time to stick around long enough to update for everyone.
You've all failed your reflex save, which means taking full damage from a breath weapon attack. You're all pretty shaken from the blast, Alyssia almost back to her old level of HP.

Posted on 2007-05-23 at 18:36:10.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: fire and mist


Kharolis Mountains
East base of the mountains
24th day of the 7th month: Pfier
9:14 pm


Now the old man was dead, the commotion in the camp rippled away, and peace was restored. But it would take some effort to restore the calm resting of less than five minutes ago.
Alyssia landed in a pool of her own blood mixed with sand. Her face was more pale than usual, drained of strength. She healed herself with a spell that stopped the bleeding, but left her cloths with a bright red stain and a cut across the belly line. Loda came closer to aid her, casting a spell as well. The divine magics repaired the sorceressí skin, made her feel as healthy as ever.
Malius was occupying himself with investigating the old man and his belongings. While the manís clothes were cut in half by Lodaís axe, especially his black studded leather armor looked of extremely good quality. Of further interest were a belt pouch with coins (18GP, 7PP, 23SP, 6CP), and a brooch that pinned the manís cloak together. It was made of silver and represented one of the sickles the man had wielded in battle. That drew attention to his weapons.
On his vest, the man carried 5 sickles, strapped with the handle down for easy access. Combined with the two sickles he had punctured Alyssia and Loda with, that made seven. His rapier and these sickles were of average craftsmanship.
While closely inspecting the man, Malius found out that the wrinkles on his face were fake, drawn with griming paint. The white hair that made eyebrows and a small goatee were also fake, glued on to hide darker, real hair. Looking through the disguise, he judged the man to be no older than 25.
As they were each occupied, a sudden burst of flame surprised them completely. Burning tongues caught their skin and cloths and scorched them like a wave of hell flashed by. The flames evaporated instantly, but the sensation of being burnt alive tightened their skin in a sharp pain.
The source of the gulf of fire was a rust-red hound that had crouched from the bushes. It looked ravaged, and chunks of its flesh were dangling loosely as it came forward.

*************

Draven was angry. He was angry because the death he longed for didnít take him. He was angry because that awful hound had also refused to die, and had run off, denying Draven the pleasure of killing it.
He dodged aside before the woman in black could do anything to harm him. Jumping behind a tree kept her from reaching him right away. He heard her footsteps on the sand, soft as they were. She was approaching.
Without a second thought he cast his hand into the earth, and immediately a foul black mist rose up from the spot where he hit, and from the palm of his hand. Shreds of humid air clawed at him, and the tree he hid behind.
He heard how the footsteps stopped, but another sound took over. Rustling branches and a set of four legs came crashing into the scene. Through the thick fog, Draven could see the vague shape of a dog. The woman in black was nowhere to be seen.

Then, all of a sudden she came from behind him, and her dagger pierced the air on his side, just inches from the spot where she stabbed him earlier. She now stood close, but so did the vague hound shape.

(OOC: I have to go, but I will update for Tobin and Elessarae later this week.)

Posted on 2007-05-23 at 18:29:53.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: nicely done


Alright, everything smoothed out nicely

Vesper, if Ganndo isn't interested in playing a Khord I'm going to look onward. Brianna, Dragon Mistress' sister, told me she's interested in playing. I'll ask if she'd be willing to play either Geim or Thondrek.

Posted on 2007-05-22 at 17:15:08.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: nope


there is no hellhound in your camp yet. You have no idea what is going on with Draven etc, since even sound has been drowned out by your owh battle. And right now there seems to be a quiet moment.

Posted on 2007-05-21 at 16:05:45.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: and why is that?


why? Did you want to die? It can still be arranged

the dice just didn't want you OR the hound to die yet, it seemed.

Posted on 2007-05-20 at 18:23:50.
Edited on 2007-05-20 at 18:24:47 by Almerin

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: huh?


Doesn't like Khords? That's too bad, they're just regular dwarves with a different name, or at least in my game.

As to new characters, I'm not looking for any of those right now. I need Geim to live on, that's basically most important. If I can't find anybody to play him, he'll become an NPC. He represents Guland the employer, and already has had some encounters that matter to the storyline.
If he doesn't want to play Thondrek either, Thondrek is going to die and will not be replaced. It would be pretty unlikely for anybody new to enter the party, since it's supposed to secret, right? Also, I think the party is big enough as it is right now. Especially since Dragon Mistress' character will join you all in time.

I hope I'm not offending anybody with this.


Posted on 2007-05-20 at 00:19:08.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: I see


At least I knew what you were going to do.
Ok, so Ganndo is your friend. I posted in his thread, but he hasn't replied, or messaged or contacted me in return in any other way.

Is he still interested?


Posted on 2007-05-19 at 23:24:02.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: updates


updates are in for those who posted.

Vesper, is your friend still interested? I haven't heard from anybody, so he could also choose to be Geimiedefher if he likes.

Posted on 2007-05-19 at 11:16:41.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: update old man and ants


Kharolis Mountains
East base of the mountains
24th day of the 7th month: Pfier
9:14 pm


Now Alyssia was in the air, dripping blood on friend and foe alike. The man now had to find a new target, but it wasnít hard to decide who to pick. Loda presented herself eagerly, though with axe in hand. The long cut didnít seem to hinder the old man too much. His rapier sliced the air from the side, while at the same time his left hand brought down a new sickle. The rapier slashed harmlessly over Lodaís studded leather armor, but the sickle pierced the skin on her shoulder, and buried its point deep in her flesh. Again, the man didnít bother to pry loose his weapon, but instead plucked a new sickle from his belt with a well-trained flick of his arm.

In the mean time, Malius had gotten up from his seat near the fire. Apparently this man proved to be more of an enemy than he wouldíve guessed. His bow was in his hand within a second. When Loda cried out in pain, the ranger found his clear shot. His arrow flew inches past Lodaís crying face, and pierced the manís chest with a loud thud. The Ďoldí man staggered backwards a few steps from the impact, and looked around him frantically. Then more arrows hit him right in the chest. They were three magical force-bolts coming down from above. Alyssia was starting to unleash her goddessí wrath over the man.

*************

Draven faced himself a dire problem. Life was slipping from his body in a rapid stream, and there were two enemies ready to break the dam. If he wasnít careful, this could be his end. But Draven was never a man to be careful in battle. His best defence was a swift attack on the hound. Perhaps the creature read his mind, for it reacted sooner than Draven had anticipated. With a sudden burst of muscle, the beast lunged into the warrior and clasped its teeth deep in Dravenís right leg. Again, a hellish heat accompanied the bite, and his leg was probably scarred for life.
For lifeÖ if that was much longer.
With the last of his strength Draven made his move. He kicked off the hound, and with a few quick steps passed it, so that the creature was in between himself and the woman in black. In a fluent motion his katana came from the side and cut like a scythe through high grass. A big part of hair and flesh came loose from the houndís back, laying its spine open. The creature howled, but then suddenly stopped, and ran for the bushes, and towards the campfire.
The woman in black still stood there, dagger in hand. She bend low through her knees, ready to take any attack he lunged at her.

*************

Loda recovered from the sharp pain in her shoulder. In the corner of her eyes she saw Gothard readying a jump at the man. Her own weapon seemed also eager to take more of this manís blood. With all her strength, she slammed her blade in to the manís flank. She felt the metal hit, pierce skin, and continue through organs and flesh until it stopped on hard bone, cleaving the manís abdomen halfway through.
Still the man seemed to hang on to life, and brought up his rapier and sickle for a new assault. Then the man tipped over, straight into Loda, as Gothard bounced into them both. They all fell over, Loda on the bottom, the dead man topping her, and then Gothard, triumphantly tearing at the manís black outfit.

(OOC: The old man is dead. Well done everybody.)


Alloryen Kingdom
Formian Hive
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier
3:56 pm


Tobin followed the ant with human arms. Its paper robe crackled with every move it made, as it walked through tunnels. Tobin followed tight, but was always aware of possible unexpected attacks.
The trip through the hive seemed to go down with every tunnel they entered. Every so many turns, Tobin could see the great gap that had also been outside his cell. It appeared to be some kind of centred shaft.
They passed hundreds of ants, and even at one point a string of humans, linked together with iron chains on their ankles. The humans were in a state of mental paralysis, and didnít notice Tobin and didnít seem to care carrying big sacks of dirt on their backs.
After fifteen minutes of steadily descending the tunnels they entered a walkway around the shaft. Tobin recognized this area from his vision earlier. There was something like a throne built on one side, and a wider space all around the opening in the ground. But the shaft didnít go down much deeper. Thirty feet lower it stopped, forming some sort of arena. In the middle of the arena stood a large bush, but otherwise it was empty. From the side where they approached the arena hang a ladder made of rope and sticks.
The ant in the paper robes held out a hand towards the ladder, indicating that Tobin should descend. From all directions ants entered the area, workers, soldiers, and more paper robed ones. They all looked at the Cidal.

(OOC: as to your earlier question, you found no indication of what caused the green oozing wound.)


Posted on 2007-05-19 at 11:14:09.
Edited on 2007-05-19 at 11:15:13 by Almerin

Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: pigs and captains


The bulk of captain Hurger was breathtaking. The manís belly was so big Elandor couldíve fit in it. Even though his robes hid most of Hurgerís size, the small kender was impressed, and even took a step backwards. He was almost afraid the man would grab him and stuff him away with the bread and chicken digesting in his stomach.

When the captain handed him the paper, Elandor eagerly snatched from the manís grasp. He didnít want to be disrespectful, but they were in a hurry to get things moving on. There was a larger quest to be fulfilled, his friend the whale was waiting for his warning not to swim into the vortex, and a dark lord was trying to make his way back to the lands of Noldaria.
He inspected the paper, and after a few curious peeks passed it on to Scourge. The captain was still going on about their quest, but Elandor understood the point. All the rest was fuzzy noise that needed to be filtered, should it get a good order in the kenderís head.

Basically, their quest was: go to the ruins, look for monsters. If there are monsters, kick them out; no monsters, come back. It sounded like good old fashioned fun. Like that time when Korian the Swordmaster had told him to guard the pig-farm while the rest of their adventuring party inspected the castle. The pigs proved to be good company, and actually looked quite a bit like captain Hurger himself. The sounds they made were also pretty equal to his name. Perhaps they were familyÖ Should Elandor risk asking? Better not to upset the man for being away from his family too much.

ďI do have a question. Do we get a horse to cover the distance?Ē

(OOC: whether or not we get a horse, I suggest that we leave right away. Wanna get our companions at the inn?)


Posted on 2007-05-15 at 16:50:46.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: well....


replied

and if your friend is serious, then we may consider him replacing Grugg's character.
I have to wait on reactions from other people for Greenleaf's charry. I asked Eol, but he hasn't been online since, so I posted a reply to Ganndo's recruitment post.

Is your friend already a member here?

Posted on 2007-05-15 at 09:18:45.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: also


I've spoken with Grugg. He doesn't have a lot of time to keep up with everything. Therefore we've decided not to keep Thondrek in the game.

He will find a horrific ending

Posted on 2007-05-12 at 16:32:35.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: there it is... the update


and as usual: an update on saturday.
I'm free this coming week, so I invite you all to post soon, so I can get an early update in for the eager, perhaps?


Posted on 2007-05-12 at 12:38:05.

Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: cookiecookiecookie


Kharolis Mountains
East base of the mountains
24th day of the 7th month: Pfier
9:14 pm


Before any of them could react, the old man cut down again on Alyssia, this time with both weapons. He seemed far too agile for his age. His rapier aimed for Alyssiaís flank this time, but the sharp tip pierced only the air in front of her. Perhaps the manís attention was more on his sickle, for it followed quickly and struck hard in Alyssiaís back. The point of the sickle punctured her skin and struck bone. Not even bothering about prying his weapon out, the man grabbed at his vest, where a row of sickles hang for the taking. Within a second he had filled his fist once more with a deadly curved blade.
The pain in Alyssiaís back was not enough to dull her senses. She stood up straight and proud, the magic from her goddess ready to strike this foul intruder. She started glowing, and her hands formed the pattern of a levitation spell. In that small moment her guard was down, and the man lashed out with his rapier; an act of fear, clearly. (OOC: attack of opp) The rapier cut a deep gash in her stomach and her clothes stained red instantly. It was not enough to get the devotee of Lysora out of her strong concentration. Like a weeping angel she rose to the sky, out of range of further attack, her blood dripping down in streams upon the old man.

******

Draven faced a battle of his own. As he dove forward, fearless of what he deemed a minor opponent, his katana swerved high. But before Soulscythe could come down, the hound jumped at him and scratched its claws over his chest. They scraped over his armor harmlessly, but the beastís teeth clapped dangerously close to Dravenís neck. He had been lucky.
Then his katana came down upon the beast, and he knew that luck was not on his side. He was just plain skilled as a fighter. The blade struck hard and sliced a piece of skin and flesh off the houndís right front leg. If it mattered to the creature, it didnít show it.
As they stood there, facing each other for a split second, Draven became aware of a sound from behind him. Through the bushes came the sound of somebody approaching fast. He was not in time to turn and hit, but he caught a glimpse of a woman, dressed in black like himself. A dagger got punched into his ribs, and though it was a small blade, the impact was incredible.

***********

Loda and Gothard both werenít feeling to well. They were almost sober, and in a state of mind where the lust for ale dominated everything. Still, when the old beggar had ruptured their calm campfire, the druid got up with only one thing on her mind: killing the old bastard.
Gothard was by her side as she rushed in, axe held high. The old man was so caught up by Alyssiaís flight that he was too late to even step aside. Lodaís axe carved a straight line from his left shoulder down to his hip. He yelled out in pain, and took a small step backwards from the impact. The Khordís companion wasnít doing so great. Gothard thought he had aimed his jump righteously but missed the old man widely.

(OOC: Alyssia is wounded badly. You can still continue your plan of attack, Vesper, but youíll need healing soon. Draven is under one third of his HP. I didnít include Malius, Geim and Thondrek in this post. Malius stated that he wasnít doing anything yet. Geim is waiting for a new player, and Thondrek is going to die soon if Grugg doesnít post. )


Londelirinen Kingdom
Aerie of the High King
Urvanialís tower
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier
1:25 pm


Elessar had encountered these owls before. She knew what to expect. Still, what she saw coming through the window of the druidís tower was an unnerving sight. It looked like a cloud of feathers coming their way. At least 15 of these creatures came flying from the outskirts of the elven city.
She yelled a warning to the others, but they stood stiffened by the view of the owls approaching. Then Urvanial snapped out of his trance and called down the hole:

ďKher, bring your shovel up here! Weíre under attack!Ē

Then he looked at the bladesinger and nodded at the words of her song. Before the owls reached the tower he had finished a spell that covered Elessarae in a striped aura. She heard loud purring, like that of a cat. When both aura and purring faded, she found that her senses were heightened. She could see things more clear, felt like she had gotten faster. It was then that the owls crashed upon the walls with their talons and loud hoots.

As soon as the first owl appeared in one of the windows, the bladesinger let her arrow fly. Despite her stronger view the arrow missed and flew through the cloud of birds harmlessly. The owl entered the room, knocking over the plant that Urvanial had tended earlier. It came directly at Elessar and wouldíve pierced her face with its talons if Telliri hadnít interfered. He had drawn his longsword and brought it down upon the owl in mid-air. The creature slammed into the stone floor, but was quickly replaced by another. Four owls had found their way into the room already, and they were ready to attack.


Alloryen Kingdom
West brim of the forest
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier
3:56 pm


Tobin had searched his cell thoroughly, and found some interesting items. The text on the wall was slightly discouraging, but the Cidal didnít despair. He decided to use his time to think of a way out. Just when he had found a comfortable spot, the two ants in front of his door started to move. One of them started to untie the rope that bound the door to the cell. The other one pressed its body flat on the ground. Even its head pressed down as if it wanted to sink into the bottom of the walkway. When the door was untied and opened, the other guarding ant joined its cousin in the strange position on the ground.

Around the corner appeared an ant unlike any of the ones Tobin had already seen. This one was larger than the others, bore a bronze helmet on its head, and wore a robe the looked like it was made from paper. From the sleeves of the robe sprouted human hands, but for the rest it was every bit as insect as the other ants.
Without even looking at the flat ants it walked up to the opening of Tobinís cage. As it looked at him, the little hero felt himself sink away in the endless facets of the creatureís eyes. He had a vision of himself standing in a pit, a hole in the ground. The edges of the pit were swarmed with ants that cheered his name. On one end he noticed the large ant with human hands, even several of the same kind. In their midst was the mother of all of them, so large, her head couldíve been Tobin himself. Her long body carried away into a tunnel beyond Tobinís sight. But even she felt appreciative towards him and nodded gently as he looked at her.

The cheering faded, the image too, and the ant in the cellís opening nodded at the Cidal like the queen had done. Then he turned and walked away. The cell door remained open, the two guards flat on the ground.


Posted on 2007-05-12 at 12:35:14.

 


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