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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: just to clarify


your disgust in being asked to indulge dishonesty in answering rose..

do i read that as being insulted that rose may not just take anything u say as truth?? she asked a pretty direct question and was given a vague answer of u being asked to help...'

just formulating reply...

Posted on 2010-02-08 at 06:49:11.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Sorry


Changed recited to Mentioned.. Had Tek role an ad hoc Intel check vs her past having brought her any news of 'three laws' even if the ones she's heard are different variations of those you intended..

and reading back.. your last law makes no sense to me.. specifically the last part.

Trust is the only way to survive; you should trust your horse to carry your weight, trust a hunter to hunt and trust that those who live in the wild.

trust that those who live in the wild what? ... it seems incomplete to have put a period there...?

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 21:22:55.

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: The truth will set us free


Rose listened to Eofara’s mentioning of the three laws of the wild. And while it was true she was used to the fineries of nobility, she had been far from sheltered. Her studies to be a emissary and consort had taken her far, and her love for knowledge did not leave her cloistered or disillusioned to the world around her. Rose allowed the Mith’gani his preconceived notions, though she now mentally lumped him one category closer to the very close minded Agrin.. Suddenly an image of Eofara with a long soot filled beard entered her head and she smirked.

As Joseph led them through the forest, Rose couldn’t help but admire the grace of the man so at home in the natural beauty that was nature. She too loved the outdoors, the golden spears of light felt wonderful as they pierced the canopy to caress her cheek, the sounds and smells of wildlife and flora were all reasons to feel alive, despite their current predicament.

When they stopped in the clearing, and Joseph had introduced himself and Tristessa, Thea was the first to reply with giving her name in kind. Along with her introduction, Thea had offered another to better explain the situation to the Wildman, and Rose thought she might be able to simplify things a bit.

“What Thea, and Eofara earlier were trying to get at Joseph, is that each and every one of us, before last night had our own lives, our own problems, goals, ambitions, associates and priorities. That is until a common bond brought us together. No doubt even you would have caught wind of the Scarlet Feverflash, the plague that has swept through the countryside in recent times, killing many innocents. It is my belief that the church of Mallien, needs a scapegoat, they require faces to be put to blame for this tragedy, and while my heart tells me they do not truly have the culprit behind it known to apprehend, the masses cry for action, cry for blood, cry for vengeance, and the church, like a Sheppard to its flock is giving them what they want, by falsely accusing at least some innocents in the creation or distribution of this horrid disease.”

Anora let the weight of the matters hang in the air for a moment before continuing.

“We were approached, each with secrecy by a man who claimed a common threat, that he too would, by morning, be plastered amongst the city streets as a heretic of the church and traitor to the kingdom. He arranged a meeting for us all, and it was there that he brokered a deal. He stated that were we to venture here, to the ruins housed beneath the boughs of these great trees, we would find something he required, an amulet and in return, he would reveal more information that would bring us one step closer to uncovering the truth behind these allegations and lies that have sent us fleeing from, for some of us our very homes. It is in this instance that literally, ‘The truth will set us free.” and it is for that same reason that I disclose as such to you now.. And if Eofara’s laws holds true… then I bid you be honest with us as well.. Why were you waiting for us? “




Posted on 2010-02-05 at 18:09:52.
Edited on 2010-02-05 at 21:15:55 by Kaelyn

Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Easily correctable


Will edit now

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 17:17:22.

Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Muahahahahha


First Post As promised ..

Now Daldren is very different from my normal comfort zone of characters, typically the leaders, soothsayers, big flowery speakers etc etc.. Page long poem to woo the maiden or similar length preaching why their religion is the best due to dogma this and mandate that..

This quieter more reserved type has some depth and skeletons in the closet as it were and should give me lots to work with in the coming game. Hope I do him, and the game justice.

Look forward to gaming with all of you!

NOw y'all follow suit and give me something to read at work lol.

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 10:39:43.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: hehe


As I told Tek while we spoke.. was distracted with introduction for Demon Wind, and watching zombieland.. will post in morning

Posted on 2010-02-05 at 10:14:19.

Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Daldren Gray


Courage is the magic that makes dreams into reality. If it were not for courage, the willpower to stand against adversity in the immediate; the very ebb and flow of time in the extreme, no change would ever come to pass. The simple ideals of old, flawed as they were would not have grown generation after generation into the current cesspool of a government ruled by an ailing sycophant of a King, a withered albeit useless symbol, like the algae covered rotten figurehead on the front of a once proud vessel, now run ashore by the ravages of time lost to obscurity amongst the swifter, stronger, and more maneuverable ships vying for dominance over once noble waters. The sudden spike in noble titles given out , combined with stockpiled wealth from ill begotten gains and their personal armies meant the ruling class were often no better then the Ventar lords of years past, pirates in their own right.

Where had ‘for King and country’ lost the power to sway hearts into allegiance, when had honor and loyalty fallen to the wayside, replaced by greedy ambitions and personal gain. Chivalry may no longer be polished plate and silver tongues, but there were still those of us who held to the code, no matter where we went, or whom time changed upon the seat of power.


Daldren Gray ran a single, newly acquired coin along his knuckles, deftly flipping the monetary trinket over each finger, before passing it between pinky and thumb and curling it back over his index finger to start the process over again. It had been a month since Prilm had been liberated from the bandit threat. Since then Daldren had been on two more assignments, neither had been with MV 6, but both had left Daldren Gray sleeping soundly at night, and knowing he had made some small impact on tomorrow.

His teammates, coworkers, compatriots, professional associates, but decidedly far from kin or friends had grown used to Daldren’s quiet demeanor over the past six weeks. He was always prompt when heeding the call of his duty as a member of the aptly named Blood Guard; but rarely did he bother with dalliances amongst his teammates, or anyone for that matter. Daldren Gray seemed to come and go with the wind. He never spoke of family or outside interests, though he held the utmost in quiet regal respect for Danamar, the assigned leader of their team. Proper to a fault, rarely speaking unless spoken to and never one to question an order, Daldren Gray was by all accounts, the perfect soldier. There was a dedication in his eyes that was fierce, allowed no room for mistakes, and he criticized himself for even minor imperfections in anything he executed. Always striving to be something more, Daldren’s complexity was also his simplicity. And those who came to understand as such perhaps would find opportunity to glean insight into the very private man.

Daldren had just stepped out of an old building, nameless and easily forgettable amongst the dozens just like it along the street, wiping the crumbs of a gingersnap from his well groomed beard. The light of the sun had been replaced by the silver glow of the rising moon, and under the cover of darkness Daldren walked, passing few in his travels. It was then that the strange breeze came upon him. Raising the collar of his green and brown jerkin to ward off the invasive wind, the light looking apparel did little to fend against the overwhelming feeling of dread which suddenly overcame him. Daldren’s eyes scanned the perimeter, his left hand thumb flicking the coin in a light arch to his right, same hand deftly pulling a dagger from the sheath upon his back even as the right hand opened a pouch upon his waist slightly, the coin disappearing within without a sound.

Shaking off the feeling, and seeing those few in the street recovering from similar effect, Daldren was quick into a sprint, the Blood Red sash tied tightly round his right shoulder a momentary blur, before his presence faded amongst the shadows, footsteps silent; destination…(PM’d the DM)

~*~*~*

After that strange breeze a few nights before, Daldren was busy carrying out personal affairs. He had only stopped only into “The Wagon Wheel” for a quick bite to eat. As he entered the small tavern, the bartender nodded towards him as he would any potential customer, but more than one already inebriated patron in the smoke filled common room gave Daldren looks of dissatisfaction that did not go unnoticed by the veteran, the red sash upon his garb a symbol of station, though not always an appreciated one. Daldren had barely taken in the mixed scent of smoked meats, smoked weeds, and a mixture of potent alcohols when the door opened behind him and Daldren spun round, a young man in studded leathers with a matching blood sash and a chain coif that hung a little too loose to be of custom make froze under his cold gaze, his eyes falling to the floor.

“S.. Sir G-Gray.” The young man stammered without even looking up “Sir, You are summoned to Headquarters immediately… sir..”

Daldren sighed, even as his stomach gurgled in protest at having to go without lunch.He knew the soldier would be coming with news of an assignment, he had just hoped it wouldn't be until after he'd eaten. He strode past the soldier stopping just behind him, turning and whispering so only he could hear.

“Thank you soldier, and you would do well to avoid staring at your own feet when intimidated, you bring nothing but shame to your name, and opportunity to would be adversaries. Back straight, chin up, and be proud of the sash you wear. You, unlike many of the drunken louts inside have made a decision to stand for something. Don’t ever forget that.”

With a firm clasp on the youth’s shoulder Daldren was on his way, back alleys, and darkened corners accessible to him as though he were walking across an open courtyard. Perhaps he would finally get some answers as to the strange occurrence the night before.

Daldren was the first to arrive at headquarters, where he took position in the corner of the room where table and chairs awaited. There he waited in silence until Danamar Amarillis entered the room, where he greeted the team leader with a direct “Sir.” No other pleasantries were needed. When the liason entered and bid them sit Daldren did as directed, and sat silently as the situation, along with a new assignment was made known. Only the slightest nod of his head made known he understood what was tasked of them, though otherwise he sat in still silence.


Posted on 2010-02-05 at 08:48:18.
Edited on 2010-02-06 at 20:28:56 by Kaelyn

Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Questions...


As Danamar is the Team leader I presume the pouch of 25 gold went to him and that's cool with me.

More importantly, are we keeping track of our own Character sheets, and hopefully they mesh with yours..
Ie, we each made 10 gold in your intro past thing, and 10 more for sold weapons etc... would we each add 20g to our copies of the Character sheets?

In this instance perhaps that's included in the starting funds we recieved? I'm just curious.

Thanks! and I can't wait to start posting!

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 22:43:21.

Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: I'm officially..


on my only scheduled day off in the next ten days... Hopefully This get's started so I can make the most of the time forceably stolen at gunpoint!! (I've been called in to cover my past 3 days off.. grrr)

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 08:15:19.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Indeed as do I!!


I love the momentum and enthusiasm, and I will post again tomorrow.. basics, ignoring Eofara, for he too judges without learning the depth beyond the facade... Continuing to be friendly towards Joseph, while setting up the camp grounds should he and eofara go off hunting, and taking up patrol in the absence of their two forest friendly acquaintances.

It will likely also include a more detailed recollection of what exactly brought them here, and pushing Joseph for more information regarding the area and just why he and tristessa were waiting for them as she's not a big believer in happenstance.

Posted on 2010-02-04 at 07:35:57.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: oops


I don't look at Character sheets, and for some reason I got elf stuck in my mind.. Editing to speak in common but the details are the same.

Edited.

Posted on 2010-02-02 at 22:05:01.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 22:06:44 by Kaelyn

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Posted


lol Gotta get in on the Great Roleplay chances here

Posted on 2010-02-02 at 21:48:27.

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Oh my..


“Lower your shield Rose. We’ve fled Vyrrmas with a price on our heads, we seek a place to hide.”

Rose turned her head back in a smooth motion, giving Eofara a stern look before shaking her head slowly and turning back to the stranger and his companion before them.

She took a step towards the lone man before them, holding her arms wide showing no weapons in hand, though she had not shouldered her shield.

“I’m not one to discourse through shouts and cries. Come hither, so you may quit your dishonesty, and tell me your tale. You need shelter and something more, methinks.”

The wolf guarding the most direct route to the forest, the solitary wanderer ready to answer the lupine call. It was all too structured, to organized to be coincidence, and by his own response, it was evident to Rose that this stranger knew more about them than he had yet shared.

“Please… he speaks the truth. We… are wanted… accused unjustly of practicing magics… but… sir you must believe me it is untrue. We… we are headed… oh…” she faltered, details were not her strong point. “Well we have to find something… please this really isn’t where we should be talking about things like this, out on the road. Anyone could come by… it will grow dark soon…” she stopped and stared at the man standing by the wolf, letting her bright blue eyes search his.

“We need a place to rest for the night… if you know a place perhaps you could guide us there and we could talk further?”

Rose shook her head again, but she couldn't find blame to place upon the terrified youth. She took another step forward, fishing a piece of jerked meat from her pack, and tossing it gently towards the wolf, before extending her free arm towards the Kirvass in customary introduction.

[Detect Evil, Sense Motive, and Diplomacy being used]

"Greetings stanger, it would seem you have us at a bit of a disadvantage, for my name has been given, and our plight made clear yet we know nothing of you. I am Rose Briar, and these are my companions of fate it would seem. You and Darm's child seem to have chanced upon us with.. impeccable, or perhaps premeditated timing. You bode us come hither, allow me to be the first to place faith in your nature and accept your invitation. Perhaps behind the veil of trees and out of the open road we may discuss further the nature of our charge, and mayhaps even learn more of why you have been delivered to us in our hour of need."



Posted on 2010-02-02 at 21:45:44.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 22:06:30 by Kaelyn

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Seeing as this was discussed earlier..


Mith'gani is a different dialect than Dur'amani, so I'll be answering in Dura'mani, the standard elvin dialect, and not tracing down the na'vi dictionary lol.

Posted on 2010-02-02 at 21:35:47.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 21:36:19 by Kaelyn

Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: hehe


Crellin's a riot to play... Enough said.

Posted on 2010-02-02 at 08:24:20.

Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Shake n bake.. And I helped..


Crellin was shaking his head in disapproval as the hippogryph he had just managed to dismount left him and flew upwards towards Baldorf, who, being substantial once more was falling faster than a figure skating ogre. His gaze watched his focus distracted as the man fell.

Suddenly however he was jostled from the intrigue as to whether or not Baldorf would bounce upon impact by the shouts of the cleric nearby.

"Crellin use your magic!"

Crellin's tongue was wagging even before his brain comprehended what he was doing.

I could create a shelter under him, the roof would break his fall, or perhaps a lightning blast, the electrical current in opposition to the gravitational pull of the planet would slow his descent... perhaps a gust of wind at the last moment, ease him into that black soup instead of the boulder..?

"Feather Fall!" he called out even though his mind was still strongly considering the plausible use of a lightning bolt to offset the downward momentum of the falling man...



Posted on 2010-02-02 at 08:23:38.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: update!!


hehe keep those updates coming!

Posted on 2010-02-01 at 21:47:00.

Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: curious to ask


how close are we to starting this?

Posted on 2010-02-01 at 03:30:01.

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Puppy!! *Squeee!*


Anora, now Rose, did her best to keep the spirits of those she travelled with high. She hummed and whistled, at times sung different songs in different languages, part to keep morale at a decent level --aside from Agrin's expected bitching about how he'd rather have his ears ground against a millwheel or smashed between hammer and anvil rather than listen to the woman or some sort-- but it was also a distraction from the severity of the situation.

The first hours went by relatively quickly, but even resolve and diligence wouldn't stay hunger for long. Partaking in some jerked meats, and a fig, offering a portion to any who were unfortunate enough not to have brought any rations themselves, her hunger pangs were quelled for the time being.

Moving on Anora's spirits lifted as the sun rose as it always did, despite this sunrise heralding her as a criminal. As they crested the next hill, Rose expected to see the entrance tot he forest they were to delve into, but instead was met with a curious sight. A singular wolf sat in the middle of the road.

"Awwwwwww isn't it just adorable!!!" Anora thought as the wolf barked it's warning call across the still morning air.

"Does anyone else find it strange that this pack creature sits in solitude, almost as a sentry? Perhaps this is a boon, a sign we near our destination; or perhaps a burden, should many more respond to the call."

Stepping forward, ahead of the others, and arming her shield, but no weapon as of yet. She stood and waited, alert for whatever may come.

(Setting Initiative in response to any surprise Rounds)

Posted on 2010-01-29 at 23:59:40.
Edited on 2010-01-30 at 00:01:22 by Kaelyn

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Introductions


Gently Thea’s pale fingers came to Anora’s shoulder comfortingly. “I am sure they will, the gods will not allow us to go on this journey without all we need. You are Anora correct? I am Thealora Justinia, although Thea really is fine.” She glances at Eofara when she says that as if to confirm that it is fine for him to call her that as well. “And he is Eofara… he says he can hunt so we won’t fear going hungry.” She smiles as her eyes move back to Anora.

The meek child like wisp of a girls fingers touched Anora's shoulder, and Anora smiled gently, her warm nature obscuring the worry beneath.

She was about to answer when a fourth joined their three, and her smile genuinely widened.

“Greetings, all.” Igni exclaimed as he came within twenty feet of the party. “Glad you could make it. We still seem to be missing two of our party, should we wait? Ah yes I am Igni Stonelighter Dwarven Bard Extrodinaire!” With a flourish of a bow Igni looks at the three gathered, “Who may I ask are you?”

Anora turned towards Igni and she too took a flourished bow, though her armor prevented the full sweep and motion she would normally associate with the movement. "Good bard welcome," she said as she took a step back to face the three companions directly, none to her back as best she could. With a second bow, this one more curt and professional in nature.

"I am Anora Arlessa, of House Arlessa, Lady in noble standing, a birthright by decree, but amongst those here, and given our current situation.. Such titles and pretentiousness will only hinder our movement and keeping of a low profile. Thus, I ask you call me simply Rose."



Posted on 2010-01-29 at 19:08:12.

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Rendevous at the Crossroads of Fate


Anora's trip home had been filled with hurried steps and a heavy heart. She had so wished that her mother had been home, but she knew her wishes would not be granted, for the scent of jasmine, her mother's favourite perfume did not hang in the air upon her entry.

A detailed account of all that had been transpired was left, a cup of tea from the leaves Erkand had left her only respite as she checked and rechecked her belongings, shoving a couple extra sets of clothing within her pack, and wrapping up a few days worth of cured meats, fresh pastries, candied figs, and a twelve year old bottle of scotch from her father's liquor cabinet from when they entertained prospective clients. She wouldn't dare drink the horrid stuff, and her father would have a heart attack over her deffered use of the expensive drink, but it would prove a strong anticeptic in case of injury, and she forsaw more than simple scrapes and bruises upon this journey.

With one last look at her lifelong home, She walked solemnly into the night, towards the rendevous spot. Praying to Liris all the while for mercy and guidance.

When she got there, she was pleased to see two already waiting for her, The Mith'gani, and Thea, the young priestess of Mirros. the odd couple she thought, as they conversed amongst themselves as she approached slowly.

"I'm glad to see at least some have agreed to join in this endeavour, however inoccuous it may seem. May the God's guide us to the answers we seek, and Lord Liris, have mercy on those left behind to face what daybreak brings."

Anora cast a saddened look back towards the capital. "Please.." She said barely above a whisper.. "Please let more come.."

Posted on 2010-01-28 at 09:27:55.
Edited on 2010-01-28 at 20:22:27 by Kaelyn

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: U realize


That going back and changing the language u originally spoke in renders my response impossible...

That wouldbe irksome..

Posted on 2010-01-26 at 22:44:32.

Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: hehe


I'm stoked to get this game moving.

Maybe in the meantime everyone if they like can leave a general dossier like I did, seeing as we all know and have worked with each other before, it'll help us hit the ground running with some info and insight on each other?

Posted on 2010-01-26 at 20:21:09.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: ok.. So anora's response


Was in Duskarn.. not Krosan. It's at least Dwarven
Edited to make it known it was spoken in Duskarn not Krosan

Posted on 2010-01-26 at 07:14:12.
Edited on 2010-01-26 at 07:15:40 by Kaelyn

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Don't judge a book by it's cover.


"Ye speak as though you have been shown of the Duskarn from one of your whore-child’s stories, harlot. We are not as your humans believe to be our purpose”, He spoke harshly in his native tongue.

Anora smiled at the gruff man's words. Funny he would use those words given her mother's profession and the training she had undergone before the plague had turned her attention to more religious affairs, Anora thought to herself, before turning to respond to Agrin in the Duskarn tongue, connotations, and accents thick with mimicry and practice.

"Good sir in standing, if not in nature or social platitudes, one might seek to read the book before judging it by its cover, for some 'whore-children' might just surprise you. just be thankful this one's surprise is educational and not a knife to your back out in these open streets, far away from your preferred, and presumably missed underground home"

Anora smiled again finishing her words, before moving along into her parting speach, then tking her leave. (as stated earlier)

Posted on 2010-01-26 at 04:21:53.
Edited on 2010-01-26 at 07:15:07 by Kaelyn

 


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