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« on: December 14, 2006, 10:37:39 PM »
*Talen walks past the notice board and searches for his note. He finds it and rereads it, frowning. "I though it was a fairly reasonable request. Hmm...perhaps..." He writes a new line underneath the old and tacks it back on top of the pile.*
Iron rapier for sale. Ten thousand true. Enchanted. Reasonable offers considered.
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« on: December 10, 2006, 09:00:42 PM »
I would, perhaps, be willing to part with mine. Find a blue-dressed druid and we will talk more about it.
Caius
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« on: December 05, 2006, 08:17:13 PM »
An eighth. An eighth touch. An eighth soul rending, life-changing touch. I awoke this time in unfamiliar surroundings, with no recollection of how I came to fall. Looking around me I saw a cleric, an Aragenite by his symbol, kneeling on the floor beside me, watching me carefully. I noticed he had a quill and ink and a leather-bound book on the floor next to him. The memories flooded back. I pushed my self up into a sitting position and learned back against the wall, collecting my thoughts. I had visited the temple of the Lord of knowledge to get bandages in case I ran into any trouble on my mushroom picking expedition. I didn’t expect any trouble. I should have learned by now…
In the temple I’d been asked if I could bind to the stone there and if it came to pass that I returned to the temple by way of the stone, would I be able to tell the tale of how I fell. I agreed readily enough, thinking that my stealth had always kept me safe enough before.
I ran into no difficulties during the first part of my journey, passing through the land unmolested. I stopped at the Mistone Alliance Watch tower to visit shortly with a guard I had met on a previous trip and he told me of a tribe of Kua Tao that had been raiding…well, I assume they’d been raiding. He wasn’t too specific. I didn’t give the matter much thought, thinking to myself that I wasn’t likely to take on the whole group myself. I took my leave on him and continued on my way towards the marsh and the mushrooms.
I managed to move around the swamp without attracting any unwanted attention, picking what mushrooms I found. The inhabitants of the marsh seemed at peace for the most part, sitting around their fires in small groups talking quietly in their own tongue. Finding the scene quite tranquil and idyllic, I decided to press on through the swamp to take a look at these Kua Tao first hand. That was my first mistake.
I found them easily enough. I could hear them squabbling amongst themselves from a long way off. I crept up fairly close to a group of them and watched them for over an hour from the edge of a stand of trees. They seemed a rowdy group, constantly shoving each other and arguing in a strange, croaking language. The guard had told me they were some sort of lizardman but they seemed more frog or fish-like that other lizardmen I had seen. As I watched them one of the group separated from the others and moved over near a shallow pond. As is did so, it startled a hare that had been drinking from the edge of the pond. As the rabbit darted towards the trees near where I was watching from, the Kua Tao raised a crossbow and fired, hardly taking the time to aim. In a very impressive display of shooting the creature hit the rabbit in the neck while it was stretched out in a full run, killing it instantly from a distance of at least thirty paces. The Kua Tao then reloaded its crossbow and walked over to, I thought, retrieve its meal. I was enraged when it picked up the rabbit, violently ripped it’s bolt out and tosses the carcass into the trees. Such needless killing goes against what I stand for as a ranger.
Blinded by rage, I struck. My second mistake. My short swords flashed into my hands, my right stabbing upward into it’s chest, angled to slide between it’s ribs and pierce it’s heart, the enchantment on the blade cauterising the wound, my left slashing across it’s throat leaving a trail of blood edged with frost. Either wound would have killed most humanoids quickly and silently, but I did not know enough of Kua Tao anatomy. My final mistake. Although the creature was mortally wounded it mustered the strength to raise its crossbow. The string snapped loudly as it released the bolt and I threw myself to the right a split second too slowly. I felt the head of the bolt cut a line across the left side of my neck, and I fell heavily to the group, paralysed. The bolt must have been poisoned or enchanted. I watched, unable even to close my eyes, as the Kua Tao fell to it’s knees, released one loud, piercing cry and fell over dead. If only it had not cried out. My second cut should have seen to that. My paralysis, I’m sure, would have worn of shortly, but it was not to be. The other group of Kua Tao heard its cry. Paralysed I may have been, but I felt the impact of every single bolt clearly and they were many. Mercifully, one found a vital organ before I suffered long.
I stood then and the cleric stood with me, thanking me for telling my story. He was very interested in knowing what it was like to feel the soul mother’s touch, but I told him I had no memory of the event. I just knew, upon waking, that it had happened. He nodded at his and thanked me again and I left. Thinking of nothing other than seeking solace in the arms of love.
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« on: December 05, 2006, 08:15:55 AM »
Finally my incarceration is over. I was told I was free to travel in and around Prantz as well, where originally I was barred. The condition of my release, I was told, was that I might be called upon in the future to assist the city of Prantz. Whether this means working directly for Broegar or not I do not know. Broegar. I know that the mere mention of his name is enough to stir images of unspeakable evil. I was one of the defenders of Pranzis when the city fell. But, since then, all hearsay aside, what have I seen with my own eyes?
He could have had me killed when I gave myself to up to the soldiers of Prantz to try to stop the army from leveling the town. He could have had me killed at any time after. But he did not. Nor was I abused in any way during my sentence. I would have liked to meet this Broegar personally to take his measure myself, but I did not have the opportunity.
If I am not asked to commit and overt acts of evil, how can I not keep my word to his messenger? I have little else of value. I suppose that will have to wait until the time comes.
My release was quick and easy. I was simply led to the exit and the doors were quickly and quietly shut behind me. I looked around, slightly vertiginous, having been in a tiny cell for so long, not really knowing what to expect. I heard running footsteps and turned quickly to see my love running towards me. I have never before experienced such joy. After our initial reunion was over and our cheeks were dry again, we left the city, stopping at the farmlands between Prantz and Lorindar to eat and I told her of all that had transpired during my imprisonment. We talked for most of the night and left Lorindar by ship with the dawn. We wasted no time in Karthy upon landing and stopped for a break when we reached the Delwin River. We had a short swim in the river and I lit a fire under an apple tree, and then, for a long time nothing happened that I need write about or that any other need know.
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« on: November 25, 2006, 03:19:47 PM »
Perhaps my prayers to Katia won me the clemency of the captain in charge of those barricading Hurm. Perhaps it was respect for me having the courage to step forward rather than hiding behind others. Whatever the reason, rather than execution, my sentence was three months imprisonment in the dungeons of Prantz, and permanent banishment after with immediate execution on capture.
I was very quickly introduced to the monotony of prison life. The unending days consisted mostly of cleaning, broken only by meals, served in the cell. I quickly lost track of how long I'd been imprisoned. The days seemed to run together, only sleep breaking them up. I try talking to the other inmates, but all the whispered questions do not even produce looks, let alone answers. They go about their business slowly, heads bowed and eyes down, looking completely broken. The continuous silence becomes oppressive and I can feel myself loosing touch with the world outside. The only things that keep me focused are thoughts of Lee. I pray that someone has told her of my fate. If she thought I had died she would be inconsolable. She has told me that she would seek her own death rather than live without me; I pray that Katia give her the strength to wait.
After uncountable days, during what I think of as night, the silence of the dungeon is broken my a blood-curdling scream in the darkness, tearing me from my sleep, but fading quickly as I realize the scream was not mine.
I spent the next few days trying to find out what had happened, but, as always, my questions are answered with silence. Time drags on and the horrible scream never reoccurs. It quickly becomes like the echo of a memory, but I fight to hold on to it. To focus.
There is definitely something wrong here, but the only people that could tell me about it go about their daily routine in complete silence bred of compulsory obedience.
How long, I wonder, until I become like them...
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« on: November 14, 2006, 11:20:50 PM »
I have a bit of experience in area, creature and item creation; nothing special dabling mainly, but I do enjoy it. I understand the basics well enough ie- area lighting, tile lighting, dialog trees, journal entires, awards etc. Haven't spent any time with sound though.
Anyway, I'd love to be able to contribute more to Layonara.
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« on: November 13, 2006, 10:22:15 AM »
*Talen sits down and leans back against a wall, weary after helping Quantum and Elladan move dozens of sick people to the Hurm docks to be shipped the North Point. He pulls out a journal and a quill and ink vial and hastily writes*
I have made a grievous error in entering the town of Hurm. The massed army outside the walls presented no problem getting through. I thought perhaps they were too tired to notice me after their long march from Prantz. Regardless, they did not detain me as I entered the town. Soon after I entered, seeking only to book passage to Leilon, I heard a shout from over the walls; “The penalty for disobeying the orders of Lord Broegar is death. Send out the one who entered the town.” I looked to the harbor and saw on the horizon the ships of the Prantz navy. They had noticed me enter Hurm. The army of Lord Broegar was going to use me as an excuse to attack the town. The defenders of Hurm, few in number, were given very few hours to send me out. At first they scoffed at this seeking ways and means of evacuating Hurm, but there were too many that were too ill to travel. As time grew near we readied what defenses we could and waited. At last the call. “You are now guilty of harboring a criminal. Send him out or be destroyed.” There was but little choice left. I could not have stayed inside the relative safety of the walls and risk the death of innocents, nor would I have others die to protect me. I stood to leave, whispering a prayer to Katia, and my voice caught in my throat as I turned to Ireth. “Ireth…tell her…” she nodded, knowing what I meant, and I stepped forward and out of the gates.
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« on: November 07, 2006, 11:54:26 PM »
Depends on the amount of deaths in my opinion. I have one 11th level character with 198 death and 8 tokens, which is probably very lucky. And one 8th level character with 54 deaths and 5 tokens. That I think is very unlucky.
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« on: November 04, 2006, 12:05:51 PM »
Here's a bit of a hint why crafters need so much storage. For instance, one pair of tiger boots. If you do the cooking and alchemy that is needed as well as the tailoring, which some do, my tailor char included
1 Thread
2 Tiger Leather
1 Cloth Pattern
3 Essences of Grace
4 Dust of Fire Opal
2 Potions of Cat's Grace
equates to
2 spider silk
6 salt
2 Fire Agate Dust
2 Borbardier Beetle Belly
2 Yellow Mushrooms
2 Fire Beetle Belly
2 Cotton
40 Elderberries
5 Almonds
4 Dust of Fire Opal
2 Catnip
And about 15 different containers
if you make everything on the first try.
Also kind of explains why some things are expensive. That's alot of running around
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« on: October 30, 2006, 05:43:28 PM »
Yep, mine. Thanks, Pen. I didn't mean to leave the stuff. Just kinda forgot to take the stuff off the bench after the item was made. I keep all my gem dusts in a box and put the box on the bench...
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« on: October 29, 2006, 11:19:17 AM »
He let me join late. You rock, Aragwen, thanks alot. I take back some of the nasty things I said about gm's. Some.
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« on: October 29, 2006, 08:56:26 AM »
NO! Booo for bribery and corruption! Saw the first post and didn't check back now I miss the fifth quest I could have joined. The FIFTH in EIGHT MONTHS! Damn daylight savings...
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« on: October 26, 2006, 09:52:41 PM »
I am now thirty three years of age. Although still in my prime, even by human standards, I can't help but think about the future. Barring accidents...and perhaps the soul mother, I should live to see perhaps another thirty five or forty years. Lee, with her elven blood, will likely outlive me by one hundred years or more. Which brings me to thoughts of religion and the afterlife.
I was raised to revere Aeridin, and throughout most of my adult life I did follow him, and still do. I have thought long and hard about this and I have come to accept that I follow him more out of habit and because I was raised to than any personal allegience or dedication. But these last few years with Lee have given me a deep appreiciation of Katia. Lee is a dedicated and ardent believer in Mother Nature; so much so that I have seen her weep at the death of a falcon and fall herself beneath the claws of a griffon rather than harm it.
Through watching her example I feel deep in my soul that following Katia is the right path for me.
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« on: October 24, 2006, 06:38:32 PM »
Talen finds an old journal while cleaning a chest and leafs through it idly. He moves to toss the old cloth bound book in the trash, but stops himself and rereads a passage. He shakes his head slightly and frowns as if catching a glimpse of a fleeting memory, but not quite able to recall it in it's entirety. "So much has changed since I last wrote. The whole world has changed. " He takes the book downstairs to the inn, draws himself a pint and begins to write...
I was recently touched by the soul mother for at least the sixth time. I was with Lee up in the High Forest near Leilon cutting up some fallen oak trees, set in my task and not paying enough attention to my surroundings. A fatal mistake. It was a peaceful, quiet day and Lee, my companion Fira the bear and I were taken completely unaware. I was hard at work chopping and Lee was sitting under a tree, scratching a sleeping Fira's neck and watching me work. Suddenly we were set upon by at least eight stag beetles and a number of dire spiders. Fight we did, but the numbers were too much. All three of us were quick to fall, not taking a single one with us. As darkness hit me, I felt the soul-rending touch of the soul mother. I awoke gasping for breath at Ilsare's Temple is Hlint. Knowing Lee would be safely bound at Katia's Temple, I slowly made my way back up north. The trip back was uneventful, luckily, as I felt in no condition to best even a goblin at that point.
It was dark by the time I arrived at the oak grove and I closed my eyes and concentrated, whispering a prayer to Aeridin and allowing my sight to shift, making in possible for me to see. I used the cover of night to sneak back to the spot where I had fallen. The weakness I had felt to this point passed quickly, and as I straightened up I noticed a set of footprints indenting the soft moss beside me. I knew it was my love, safely shrouded in the illusion of invisibilty. I would have if I hadn't seen the prints. I could sense her presence as easily as if I could see her plainly. She took my hand and we left the area quickly, neither of us needing revenge against creatures that were only protecting their nest. The weaknes I had felt upon my death had long since evaporated, but the emptiness following the soul mother's touch remained. I stopped sitting down in the grass and leaning against a rock by the side of the path. Lee was at my side in an instant, sensing something amiss and I told her what had happened. We held each other for a long time, each of us silently dealing with our thoughts and fears. I noticed tears mingling with the rain on her face, and to get both of our minds on happier things than the possiblitly of loosing each other, I asked her to tell me about Katia. We talked for hours about her goddess, and I felt a sense of inner rightness in listening to what Katia expected of her followers and about what she meant to Lee personally. After our talk we contiued to Leilon and boarded a ship for Port Hampshire and then to Point Harbor. Later that night with Lee sleeping contentedly beside me, I thought of why I followed Aeridin. The only reason I could find did not appeal to me at all.
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« on: October 02, 2006, 05:49:27 PM »
Balance.
Do I seek balance within myself and let those around me tend to their own affairs? Do I assist who I must to try to ensure that neither of the extremes of good or evil achieve victory? I believe that I would be alone in this task, for it seems that the majority of the people here believe they are good whatever their actions show. Perhaps the problem is that these so-called 'evil' races have no rights under the law. Could it be that the people's views of right and wrong are solely based in law and not in morality?
Is evil thorough ignorance still evil?
I believe it is.
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« on: October 02, 2006, 05:38:55 PM »
Happy Birthday!
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« on: September 14, 2006, 08:26:14 AM »
Congratulations, everybody
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« on: June 24, 2006, 12:58:18 PM »
Player: tequilacanada
Forum:Talen
Character:Talen Sgath, lvl 9
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« on: June 24, 2006, 12:44:52 PM »
same with all cnr spawns in high forest. empty
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« on: May 02, 2006, 11:57:55 AM »
Chaotic Good Human Ranger/Thief
*chuckles* Exactly what my first character is, oddly enough.
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