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Character Development Quests (CDQ's) / RE: Harlas - CDQ/ECDQ

« on: September 22, 2005, 01:15:00 PM »

CDQ request. I'll send the info through PM. I've got no problem waiting.

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General Discussion / RE: PvP

« on: July 24, 2005, 09:33:00 AM »

I hate PvP for the simple fact that it’s unfair. When people see an open pvp server rule they say “Yippy I can do anything I want!” And more times then not they can and the DM won’t say anything about it. Oh they may pretend they are playing favorites by making an exception to the rule here and there for the disadvantaged players. For the most part people are stupid in this world I don’t care how you look at it there are some ignorant people living among us and those are the kind of people that swarm a PvP server looking for a ‘good time’ killing other people. This server was made for only one purpose and that purpose being to have fun. No one is going to have any fun with Drow, Goblins, Orcs, Half giants, and so on roaming around and an open PvP rule given.. High level people will start attacking goblins and orcs on sight.
I say if your blood lust for conflict runs so deep that you would kill on sight then RP it out. Don’t attack the person but post that you are and see what happens.

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Roleplaying / RE: How to immerse yourself in the storyline

« on: July 22, 2005, 07:54:00 AM »

This situation is a bit complicated for me because one I didn’t really like the idea of being ‘summoned’ out of the blue, snatched up in the air and dropped into an alien town. My main character doesn’t believe in the gods anyway because of his complex background. He believes there are powerful forces at work in the world and that there are magical beings, even very powerful spirits but he does not believe that the omnipotent deities are actually immortal gods. Wolf led a hard and vicious life in Wolfswood forest and the surrounding towns before coming to Mistone so he may have though the vision was a hallucination caused from mal nutrition or pure exhaustion.

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Development Journals and Discussion / The Half-elf known only as Wolf.

« on: March 06, 2005, 11:13:00 PM »

Dwiarid Williams was a kind hearted and noble man growing up on the farms of Rilara off the banks of Thalos River much as his family had for generations. The Williams were farmers by trade and blood; some would say the very soil they tilled ran through their veins. Dwiarid would spend hours on the field working on the crops and chasing off the animals that tried to steal their harvest. His many sisters, brothers, niece and nephews all lived together on the farm but even so they still remained a rather solitary group of people. They would often send one of the family to town to fetch supplies but it was never the same person in one week. They worked hard to remain independent as well as make a profit off their goods.

One day Dwiarid went down to Thalos River gathering clean water into buckets when he caught sight of a beautiful wood elf just at the river bank. The breath in his lungs vanished abruptly, he had never seen an elf before and this one was quite stunning. Her name was Lo’murilla Ishwyn and to Dwiarid she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He took her back to his farm and showed her his way of life how he and his family lived off the land. The Williams family was less then gracious at the presence of the wood elf. They sneered and whispered among themselves insulting Lo’murilla directly as well as her people. This grew to such a degree that Dwiarid and Lo’murilla were forced to meet in secrecy and despite the protests of his family Dwiarid married the wood elf and moved away into a private house hold with his new love. This did not stop the Williams as they frequently harassed their so called sinful relative at every turn. As the time went on the tension between Dwiarid and his family only swelled. This agitation strengthened over night as the two bore a child named Lo’muril.

At a young age Lo’murilla thought it important to educate her son of the world and of the elven culture as well as the human culture. She taught him the elven tongue and knowledge of the elven ways. The Williams family deemed Lo’muril the child of sin claiming the evil needed to be cleansed. Finally having enough of the endless family feud, Lo’murilla’s father arrived at her husband’s house and forced her to come back with him to the continent of Voltrex. Heart broken, Dwiarid desperately struggled to save enough gold to secure a spot on a boat off of Rilara. A few nights before Dwiarid had enough coin to spare Lo’muril was captured by the Williams and beaten and tortured simply for being half-elven. They chained and gagged him, said words of prayer over him. Begged the gods to forgive his sin of birth and even took turns running red hot steel over his flesh. One of the Williams members took a ritual dagger fresh from the flames and held it over Lo’muril’s head mouthing a prayer to the gods to accept the half-elf’s tainted blood and purify it through the scorching metal of his blade. The self proclaimed paladin of the Williams family took the dagger’s edge and dug it deep into Lo’muril’s cheek digging deeply scrapping against the bone. As the paladin painfully bled Lo’muril a gathering of clerics chanted hauntingly around the boy; “The blood of my enemies will only sate my thirst when I use their bodies to serve your cause.” This torture lasted for hours until Lo’muril passed out from the pain. He was left at Dwiarid’s door step with the word “Repent” painted on his chest in blood.

Three days later Dwiarid took his son under the cover of darkness for the nearest port to leave Rilara forever. Unfortunately the Williams family cut him off further down the road with the paladin, two of the Williams’ clerics and a bowman attacking his carriage with speed and accuracy. Laying under the broken pile that used to be the carriage dazed and breathless the Williams though Lo’muril to be dead and made haste for home. Only moment after the Williams’ departure did a large wolf emerged from the forest digging its teeth with in Lo’muril’s tunic and dragging him from the wreckage. It licked at his wounded flesh and healed him just enough to survive before leaving him only to vanish with in the thicket of the woods once more. Now Lo’muril was all alone on the road to the port his only company the headless body of his father laying limp with in the grass. With the sack of gold his father had saved up he made it to the port and traveled across the sea to Mistone. There he took up a new identity of the Lone Wolf; the half-elf known only as Wolf.