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« on: March 09, 2006, 07:51:28 AM »
ENTRY 02
Venturing Forward
- I have explored Hlint, finally. It is a reasonably sized "Town" from what I have heard. I still cannot get my head round why the Humanoids here build giant stone piles and built their homes withing them, covering the tops with long, flat trees. I met up with "Ranewin" again today, she taught me many new words such as "Swamp" and "Goodbye" but I am finding it easier to pick up on words myself now, listening to the conversation the "Humans", "Elfs" and other Humanoids are having, I have even set up a few sentences to explain to the Humanoids who I am. Ranewin and a Elf of the Ocean took me into the Swamp today. It is very different from swamps back home and is plauges with starnge, geen lizard - like creatures, I gained much experice from them using my bow, brushing up my technique considerablably. I recieved much shiny, round and disks from our journey which I can seem to trade to other Humanoids for better life tools, which is very convienient. I found put how to open a miniature "Gate" today, you have to use this strange device on it which you turn then push to open, facinating yet simple.
This land is so much different from my own. I am very distrustful of some of the Humanoids but many of them really are nice when you get to know them slightly better. Though best to remain cautious...
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« on: March 08, 2006, 10:59:13 AM »
ENTRY 01 The Hunt Begins - I have arrived to the lands I known little about. The, what they call "Town" I have arrived at is what is called "Hlint". This new scenery has intruiged me greatly. They pile masses of bricks, wood and other resources into big shapes and build their homes within them, truly facinating. Though I was distrutful at first of the contact I was recieving by a few of the beings about they seemed to be trustworthy and friendly. I belive they are teaching me their language, the language of "Corman". This shall help me greatly learning "Corman" as I shall be able to understand them and they will understand me; I have only met on being whom could speak the noble tounge. I am truly grateful to learn this from "Ranerwein" and this other being whom I can not pronounce. I hope to learn more from them many a moon and sunrise to come. The words I have learnt are: - "Horsey" which is "Corman" for Horse as they seem to point to a horse each time they say it. - "Ranerwerin" which is the nice beings name. - I belive they call themselves "Elf"... or was it "alf". -"Sheluuu" which is, what I belive, is the name of her Horse or "Horsey" for "Corman" - They kept on stating the word "Close" or "Clorse". I think it must mean something like I was getting closer to the right pronounciation of the word they were teaching me. -They taught me to put many of their "Corman" words into a sentence such as "Pri-tee Alf Worman" . I belive it means a woman "Elf". I am looking forward to my next lesson. So far, I have been unsuccesful at my Hunt. I tried to fight this very small four legged, black furred feline looking creature but it was very feisty. It crawled all over me, clawing and gnawing at me. they are very nimble and powerful creatures. I belive a being called it a "Cart". I shall contiue my Hunt elsewhere and learn the ways of life out in these lands in all due time. EDIT: Has been proof read and amendents made 
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« on: February 02, 2006, 02:05:13 PM »
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Dear Journal,
I have finally arrived back to Hlint. It has always been a very relaxing town and used to throughly enjoy passing through often. Now that I may do so again, and enjoy its peaceful tranqulity. I have a new air about me, a good feeling which I have not felt in quite a while.
I have returned from distant shores due to the many rumors which keep springing up from what seems all over. Many artefacts and unexplained rumors have been talked about of late and I feel compeled to explore. upon my arrival, it seems I have been thrown straight into the chaos of adventure. It has been a while since I have had any combat but I feel intruiged to let life take its course and lead me into the fray of discovery!
My first taste of my old, youhtful and adventurous self seemed to shine out after being greeted in a friendly manner by an Drow Elf named Alynderil. I kind old gentleman, though the "trademark" looks of an Drow did not seem to apparent, seeing as he is much older than I, he is still a Drow at heart. That I can see through is continuing "drow like" attitude which I have learnt to enjoy. He led me out on my first campaign to help him collect some Cougar pelets.
I was also aquainted with two of his friends, an Half Giant and an Dwarf. their names have left me now, old age can be a burden at times! They are outstanding warriors with a knack for winning no matter what the foe it seems. We soon past desolate areas, such as Fort Llyast and more rather wet areas such as the Zainge River. It was quite a hike for these old bones but I stood strong and made it!
It was a shame seeming as his friends needed to leave on other private buisness. But we persued adventure in due haste! we came across an upset girl who had been scared out of the crypt but an undead. we decided to go and investigate, I was curious due to the ammount of history burried deep insode these catacombs! I still do remain skeptical as we did not make it very far. It seems our fates turned for the worst, we barely made it out alive but luckily escaped!
This is where events became more interesting, more to the point on why I had traveled back to Hlint in the first place. One rumor which intruiged me greatly was one of a Lich's speacial skin. It is said "The process of becoming a lich is never a particularly pleasant one, certainly not something you would care to be reminded of I can imagine. One lich however, a female by the name of Farile Whipwind decided to keep a memorabilia.
Farile, ever the vain mage (aren’t they all?) refused to live out eternity in the skeletal form she was forced to take. Instead she took her the skin from her body as she was transformed into a lich and had it formed into a robe. The robe would fit over her whole body disguising, all be it badly, her bony form.
The robe had hair sewn into it, even eye lashes and brows. In dark light, or poor vision one would almost consider her human.
As the years progressed, Farile spent most of her time enchanting the robe to improve her looks. Upon completion, who ever was to don the robe would be perceived as the true visage of feminine beauty.
An untimely end was to greet the lich after an adventuring party raided her tower. Most unfortunate it was that the majority of the party turned out to be female.
Little has been heard of the artifact since, although one appearance was noted in the shape of a siren, said to hunt the broken forest. This is the last known sighting of Lich Skin."
This only compleled me to go to this "Broken" Forest to survey the area. I was told of the direction to take and was accumponied by my friend Alynderil and this man named Fyn. Before starting our newest venture, another drow who's name, yeat again i cannot remember sent us through a much quicker root up through the desolate areas of Fort Llyast. upon our arrival we were met by a disturbed Halfling. she told us not to go into the forest due that there are Undead beings swarming the area.
This obvioulsly must have been the work of such a creature of what I seeked. It showed many sign of it being there. so, against the words of the Halfling we treked on in. It was dark and most gloomy. as we carried on through the dark we discovered a faint light coming from through the trees. as we approached we were able to make out a singl grave, surrounded by a dence fog. I was the first to step out and investigate it, followed by Alynderil. As I examined the area around the grave, engroused in deep thought I suddenly felt a presence behind me. it was a peculiar thing. As I turned I saw a faint shadow-like creatured with glowing, white eyes.
That is the last thing I remember, as after I gazed into its eyes I awoke in the temple in Port Llyast. I had no memory of what had happened but I feel driven to go back there. this only strengthens my theorys about weather or not it is truly myth or fact. This has proven to me something is out there! I am to rally my party again, maybe some more protection from these unknown creatures and track down the source of this bizzare incidents that are occuring in that troubled forest.
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« on: March 08, 2006, 10:42:45 AM »
OOC: Hello, welcome to my Character Development Thread. I hope you enjoy reading how my player is progressing but please follow these simple rules thank you. ------------- 1. Please do not post on this thread; PM me for any information. 2. If you see any amendments needing done then please PM me. *I shall add more if need be though I am sure you are all reasonable people  . -------------- Background History: Allignment: True Good Race: Wemic Religion: None (believes in the power of nature) Age: 30 Class: Ranger The sun shone brightly, refelcting of the crystal clear, shimmering waters. It poured golden tranquility through the trees in golden shafts and covered the lush green vegetation, lightly sprinkled with the fresh morning dew. Azekunda, an able and proud Wemic looked over Vepra's shores with a confident gaze. He stood upright with a noble stance as the white sails of the Human traders appeared on the horizon of the vast, blue ocean. He took a deep and heavy rumbling breath, watching calmly a few magnificent birds fly overhead with suprising grace; This was the last look he would have of his home in a long while. He diverted his gaze to his tatooed chest, the mark of Nature's blessing and of the hunt. "This blessing shall protect you from the foreign dangers you may face and shall guide your bow, Azekunda. Make your people proud once more and return one day with the knowledge of the hunt that is of other lands. May the elements watch over you and the breeze guide your step". These words the elder druid spoke; he shall never forget... Azekunda is a very traditional Wemic. Proud and noble and with a great sense of pride for the hunt. Though a Wemic of strict moral views, he upholds the ability to understand the feelings of another. He has a blond, flowing mane. His hazel eyes enchant those, believing he delves deep into their souls with a simple look. He is of a well built and muscular figure and is of a general Wemic size. Azekunda started his life in the heart of the sea of grass. As a young child he used to watch the huntsman leave then return with great beasts and dazzling prizes that nature provided. His envy and facination drove him from then on and into his teens to train in the ways of the hunter. It was his upmost privilege to be to taken under the wing of Talek "Ragingclaw" an elder hunstman of his tribe and a master of the bow. Over the years of much hardship and training, Talek taught Azekunda everything he knew. Only three days after the trials of adulthood Talek's passing had come; he knighted Azekunda a huntsman and a noble pupil. Though saddened deeply he felt exalted with his new role that Talek, his master, had bestowed to him. A decade passed and he was slowly becoming one with nature, feeling its every movement and using its wisdom to gain a succesful hunt, he was slowly becoming a master hunstman of his tribe. It was a great shock for him when the elder druid summoned him for his task, one of great undertaking. He felt strangely afraid to leave the lands but felt that he must, in the name of his tribe he would search for new thrills of the hunt and frolic in unknown plains to discover more about the world for his people. He stood upright with a noble stance as the white sails of the Human traders appeared on the horizon of the vast, blue ocean... ------------- Friends: ------------- Aquantinces: ------------- Friendly Face: - Ranerwin -Kiva ------------- Enemy: ------------- Nemesis: Please enjoy! Mark.
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« on: February 02, 2006, 01:30:06 PM »
Welcome to "The Writings of a Scholar". This is a vast and wonderous insight into the many travels and adventures of a traveling reasearcher and scholar, Malvolio Simmons. Here is a little back story to Malvolio so you may achieve a better understanding of just who he is. ----------------- Race: Human Class: Wizard Deity: Aragen Allignment:True Neutral Age: 55 Name: Malvolio Simmons Description: Malvolio Simmons is a kind old man and can be seen as quite the gentleman. He cares much for the Lore of this land and the preservation of its history and artefacts. He is a keen Scholar and Reasearcher and has a knack for Alechemy and Spell Scribing. He also has a tedious and on going hobby of learning the languages of other races, due to his love of dielect and how each different language works in many different ways. He currently has started to learn Gnomish and Elvish. He studies greatly the mystical powers of Wizadry to aid him and protect him from any threat that he may come across. He only uses it when neccesary and if in self defence, or even if another is in dire need of help. He began wizadry in his early 20s when his grandmother was still alive. She was a well abled wizard and taught him intil she passed away. He swore that he would keep his Wizadry skills going in the name of his Grandmother and has continued ever since. He is remarkably fit and is lively in his travels with others aswell as on his own. He is usually quite the character to communicate with on any subject. Eye Colour: Blue Skin Colour: Pale (ish) Facial Hair/ Hair: White/grey (ish) and well groomed beard Height: 5'5 m Physical Flaws: A slightly burnt hand from a past injury. It is now only a warning to others who wish to achieve crafting a highly sophisticated potion with little experience. EXTRA BACKGROUND INFORMATION: 1. Malvolio Simmons married to a beautiful evlven woman named Sherona. they spent time adventuring togethor and discovering for 10 years. after 3 of them they married and has a son named Johnathan Simmons. Sadly though, Sheronas elven house dissagreed with the marriage, especially after bringing a "half-breed" into the world. They took Sherona away with them, as well with Johnathan. Malcolio did not see his son for many years intill now. Johnathan is a thriving salesman and the magickal arts have come naturally to him. Sadly, for his wife. She had lost contact with Johnathan through an ship wreck out at sea 5 years ago before their finding each other again. what has become of her is unknown and it pains Malvolio greatly. 2. Malvolio, in his -rather- old age can be known of complaining mildly. He complains mostly about his "old legs" and "old eyes". He does not run too far, as even in his physical condition he seems to run out of energy rather quickly. Even through his knowledgeable and wise nature, he can sometimes be forgetful and "senile". ----------------- I hope you enjoy this journal. But please remember these few rules to reading it as I want to keep this Journal clear of any confusion etc... 1. Please do not post any replies in this thread, please only read. You may talk about it somewhere if you -really- must . 2. Have fun reading my adventures into the vast world of Layonara Online! 3. If you spot any spelling mistakes. please do not post on this thread, please PM me and I shall have it fixed. (you may also PM me with any queries) ----------------- If you wish to bookmark this journal for future reading (also for DMs to review character development etc...) then please add this link to your favorites: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=22106&posts=1#M137647---------------- Thank you, Mark (Britishb) aka Malvolio Simmons.
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