Author Topic: Lor (Read 12819 times)

Script Wrecked · « **Reply #80 on:** September 09, 2010, 02:42:55 PM »

The Captain of the Beacons is seen about the shipyards of Lor. She makes inquiries as to which vessels they can build, and their current capacity to do so.

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akata · « **Reply #81 on:** September 03, 2010, 11:59:48 AM »

A CONTEST OF THE ARTS TO PROMOTE AND HIGHLIGHT THE BARDIC TALENTS OF LAYONARA

Angela Swann hereby announces a contest of the arts. This contest will be a forum of culture with prizes for the best contributions. Given the nature of the contest, acceptable contributions are limited to the written word, and the brush. Stories, plays, poetry, paintings and the like are valid. the subject of the art most of course be the fair city of Lor

Prizes will be handed out to three artists, following the ruling of a jury. Artists may enter with multiple contributions if they so choose but no artist may claim more than one prize. Prizes will be handed out by Angela Swann, following the decisions of the jury. These prizes are of fine quality, and picked out to promote bardic tradition.

/**OOC: This contest will be held on the forum. Contributions should be posted in this thread. The time limit on this will be one RL month after which the jury consisting of other community members will make a ruling. Posting a contribution you ensure it is your own work.

To keep this fair towards the bards of the server then anyone entering must have at least 1 lvl of bard, DM:s are should they so desire, are welcome to enter the contest with NPC bards.

Prizes are the following:

1st Hood of the High Court's: helmet lvl reg 20 special properties, bonus spell slot bard lvl 2 and sorcerer lvl 2, enhancement bonus charisma +2, skill bonus bluff-gather information-intimidate-perform-persuade +3

2nd Dark's Light: cloak lvl reg. 18 special properties, armor bonus vs evil +3, bonus spell slot bard lvl 3 and 4, enhancement bonus charisma +1, improved aving throws will +2, only usable by bard good and neutral, skill bonus perform +4

3rd Platinum Harp: Harp lvl reg 9 special properties, bonus spell slot bard level 3 x2, skill bonus perform +7

OOC*/

Script Wrecked · « **Reply #82 on:** September 09, 2010, 02:42:55 PM »

With the news of the war footing within the Rael Kingdom and the threat of impending invasion by dark elves, the Beacon Towers receive orders for increased night time patrols.

They are also given a new signals for specifying dark elf incursions, and, perhaps more controversially, for indicating a Rael war host.

mixafix · « **Reply #83 on:** September 09, 2010, 02:42:55 PM »

The beacon's new codes are soon found circulating on the black market, and an enforced change quickly made - but morale is high and the force alert.

Elsewhere recruitment remains at an all time high what with boxes of magical trinkets distributed among the command as thought useful.

A survey of the Docks identifed a number of ships that might quickly be converted should the need arise.

The now established cavalry army was brought up to full readiness.

A request for a low profile posture was given by the council to the Marshal though the situation however remains tense and all eyes watch to the north.

Trading markets fell away on the strength of the news.

Script Wrecked · « **Reply #84 on:** August 26, 2010, 07:43:13 AM »

The Captain of the Beacons hurries to the Diet chambers of Lor. There, she urges whatever councilors or officials may be present to call a special session of the Diet to decide the course of action to deal with the unfolding [THREAD=281382]events[/THREAD] before it becomes too late (if they haven't already).

She dispatches a junior official to the harbour master to get the count and capacity of sea vessels currently within the docks. She also dispatches messengers to summon the Marshal and Councilor Swann (if they haven't already been called for).

akata · « **Reply #85 on:** August 30, 2010, 09:48:34 AM »

*A missive arrive at Castle Mask asking the delegation from Prantz to wait for the emissaries from Lor before moving farther into territory controlled by Lor*

Dezza · « **Reply #86 on:** September 01, 2010, 07:30:29 AM »

Here you go:

http://forums.layonara.com/calendar....&day=2010-9-12

RollinsCat · « **Reply #87 on:** September 03, 2010, 11:59:48 AM »

*posted under the bardic contest flyer is a paper, glued to the wall, and signed AWR*

Song of the South

A book lies open on a table
The cover thick and leather bound
Outside a bell, a creaking cable
The cries of gulls echo around

A quill strokes across the fine cloth paper
Halo blush as the cloth drinks
A spot of wax from waning taper
Letters sprawl in midnight ink

The sun shone bright this windy day, we all shared a warming bliss
The capstone laid, they blew the trumpets and we named our lands Amiss

The letters march in long neat rows
Noting births and deaths and lives
A scorch mark sudden stops the prose
Although the journal yet survives

Mother's gone and both my aunts...the black elves burned the houses down...
Father is fighting with the others, there's almost no one left in town...

Once more marked by midnight tracks
Two hundred years and more are writ
Vellum damp with inked attacks
The south is scattered, violent, split

Hush my little baby, do not rock the cradle, quiet now my child or the bandits will find you
Hush my little baby, do not bang the ladle, do not play too wild or the bandits will find you

Flipping, faster, until a mark
Pressed between the pages
A new hand pens the story's arc
A tale for all the ages

We rode from Prantz before the sun and Jeoffrey led us out the gates
We're bound as far as we can go, to survey Dregar's southern straits

Sparse text of attrition, loss
A passage marked by hasty graves
Only two will fully cross
To see the misty blue-green waves

There is life still in this broken stone and power in the southern light
A sea to nurture growth and trade -- we'll call the south to reunite

A sketch of timbers pounded fast
A dock to skim the ocean's scorn
Pictures of gulls, a flag, a mast
But for a name, a town reborn

The sun was warm despite the wind and we all felt a strong rapport
The Galerights honored family and so they named our city Lor

Centuries script the pages, creased
Kings and Emperors rise and fall
Lor thrives under council, peace
Then a dwarf assaults a city wall

Heralds screamed it from the streets and Mother shuttered each window
Fright and anger on every face and they're gathering by the gates below

The writing takes a fearful turn
Tension humming from the script
From the north the news is stern
Once more a quill is quickly dipped

An army marches to the Mask -- once more into the breach, my friend
I'm praying for diplomacy but we'll see this through until the end

Quill tossed down and book left then
The air crackles with a pre-storm lull
A gust, a blank page flipped open
While through a window call the gulls

Whose hand will take the pen of state
From what will flow the next few verse
What future now does Lor await
A free city...or something worse?

Serissa · « **Reply #88 on:** September 04, 2010, 10:34:05 AM »

*posted with lyrics and music, and signed by Lana Poetr*

ANTHEM TO LOR

Arise, proud Queen of the Southern Seas, arise and greet the dawn!

The misty night that cloaked thy rest before the sun does flee.

The white gulls call and thy children rise, they rise to praise thy name!

Oh Lor, our home, our Mother dear, we'll keep you safe and free.

On high stone walls in the dark of night, we watched with weapons drawn.

And pondered those who raised the stones with sweat and blood for thee.

The Galerights called and your children rose, they rose to fight and live.

Oh Lor, our home, our Mother dear, they kept you safe and free.

Stand tall, proud Queen of the Sea of Mists, stand tall and greet the day!

Thy sheltered bay holds safe the ships of nations 'cross the sea.

Our will holds strong and our brotherhood. For thee we'll work and pray.

Oh Lor, our home, our Mother dear, we'll keep you safe and free.

Dezza · « **Reply #89 on:** September 04, 2010, 07:27:15 PM »

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dezza

Here you go:

http://forums.layonara.com/calendar....&day=2010-9-12

Please continue to check the time of this quest. I'm waiting to find out what time a RL event I have on the same day is. Once I have that I may need to adjust the time of this quest.

akata · « **Reply #90 on:** September 06, 2010, 03:11:52 AM »

The contest of the bardic art is now closed, winners will be announced shorty

//I'll contact the winners in a few days to arrange pick up of the prizes

RollinsCat · « **Reply #91 on:** September 07, 2010, 08:04:00 PM »

Wind whipped his ponytail around his face again and he spat hair. He'd been trying to keep his parade rest looking calm and collected but another stinging slap ended that and he sighed, tying off the end of the ponytail to keep it from flying about. It was down his back once more. He'd stopped cutting it. He didn't know why.

Rurik and Marcus stood facing Argali and himself, each cadet wearing a sheen of pride thick enough to flutter in the perpetual ocean breezes. They straightened as their first graduating class -- his second class, a lifetime ago -- came to attention behind them with the bright-eyed precision of youth.

They were so young, so ready to learn, so eager to defend. They were beautiful. They were - not...my class. His stomach twisted as they waited for James to speak. He'd almost forgotten the accent. He wasn't sure if his voice would hold steady enough to get out his little speech anyway.

"Rurik Stonebridge. Marcus DeHaven. It is my great pleasure to step aside --" liar, liar, LIAR! "-- and see you promoted to instructors of the Beacon Tower cadets in rowing and swimming." To his ears, his Corsain-flavored baritone was rusty, creaking. Old. He dug a little deeper to the center of his performer's heart, taking a half-step to stand by the Captain and fold his arms behind his back.

The dwarf and human came forward with broad smiles as Argali spoke. The ceremony was small, just Rurik and Marcus and those of their class who could attend. Norani and Dordis were there, and Belthic, taking up enough space to warrant his own government. Argali was saying something, and normally he enjoyed listening to her completely unique cadence and speech patterns, but his mind kept trying to slip out some backdoor. Not my class.

Rurik was standing in front of him -- why? Oh, handshake. He forced a closed-lip smile and offered his hand, felt the pressure of the dwarf's firm, calloused grip but nothing else. His gloves blocked that pivotal part of the shake, the pressing of flesh. It was such a little thing. He was wearing gloves. He had to wear gloves. He couldn't not wear gloves. The thought lingered until he felt a welling up around his organs and heart. It was despair, plain and simple - he could only stand there, letting Rurik's hand slip from his own, looking over the young men and women who wanted to learn a skill to help them defend their home. Young men and women whom he could no longer teach.

There was a moment like seams ripping inside his gut then a wall of emotion slammed him, a torrent, a box of cymbals thrown against his core. No class, no teaching, no Lor -- no visits home, no grabbing up Opal and Vanessa and planting Uncle Tashe smooches on their heads; no goodnight kisses to Tyr'riel. No stroking Ty's cheek with a bare hand, or Minu's, or anyone's. No touch. No intimacy. No running around with friends anywhere dangerous -- almost infecting Annwyl had shaken him far too badly to ever risk that again.

No freedom if he felt any responsibility for anyone at all.

No cure.

He staggered under a weight he'd never known, a lead robe over his soul. He almost ripped the heart and clef off of his neck to fling it into the ocean except he was starting to sink and had to reach for Argali instead. His gloved hand landed on her shoulder armor, solid and comforting and unyielding, and he closed his eyes and focused on breathing and the pits with what they thought of him right then. Argali looked up with eyes narrowed by confusion and concern, but she did not move except to plant her feet a little more. He leaned on her until his breathing came under control and the moment passed -- but the smothering weight remained.

There was an uncomfortable silence and he dug again, envisioning kicking the cymbals aside and bracing himself against his own multiple deceptions. He was James. He was James. The show must go on.

"I'm sorry, a dizzy spell -- I haven't had time to dine yet today." The lie rolled off his tongue. The cadets were satisfied. He forced himself completely straight and shook Marcus's hand next, content -- no, grateful -- that Argali was doing the talking.

A few words spoken after, a promise that any correspondence sent via the Captain would reach him. A prepared explanation of some kin in need of his assistance, and he'd of course return as soon as he could. More lies.

He slipped into the inn cloaked and hooded rather than stuff James into his pack in an alley under the cover of invisibility. Standing in front of a badly silvered mirror in the dim room, he unhooked the swords from his back and undid the frog closures of his shirt with agonizing slowness. Slipped the black silk over his shoulders and let it fall in a rustle, then undid the belt to the pants. His bandages were stark against the black and brown of the clothing and his skin.

His beard and mustache were the last to go, dispelled with a sharp flick that scattered the bristles like ashes across the washbasin. The deliberate stripping might have seemed lewd to an observer but his eyes gave up the truth.

It was goodbye.

akata · « **Reply #92 on:** September 09, 2010, 02:42:55 PM »

Congratulations to both AWR and Lana Poetr, and thank you for the contributions to the contest. The judges have ruled in favor of AWR as the winner of the bardic contest and he will be claiming first prize while Luna Poetr will take second place.

//either contact me in pm or tell and we can arrange the hand over of the prizes, thank you for the contributions, they are both great.

For clarity the contest winner was decided by a jury of 3 members and majority ruled

Dezza · « **Reply #93 on:** September 12, 2010, 05:52:38 PM »

Ambassador Jarl Negoin walks solemnly into the Diet Chamber in Lor where the Mayors have called an emergency meeting of the Diet to discuss the recent events in Castle Mask.

Those in the public gallery look to him as he takes his position at the podium to address the Diet and the Mayors. A hush falls over the assembly and he speaks.

Honourable Mayors, Diet members and gathered public. Alas today I have the grave duty of reporting back the requests of the Ambassadors of Rael in the recent negotiations at Castle Mask.

It seems that those who attacked Rangley some months ago now have given Rael all the incentive he needs to look south yet again at our fair city of Lor. We have weathered many storms as a city together. I fear this storm that is gathering force is one we may not be able to withstand.

Lord Rael has made the following requests in order for Lor to show good Faith towards Rael. He insists that our actions to date have been inflammatory and full of anti Raelite sentiment and in fact went so far to accuse Lor of inciting racism towards the people of Rael, men, women, children or all races there.

Lord Rael demands to know whose side we are on in the war against the Dark Elves and insists there are only two sides, to support Rael or to support the Dark Elves. He believes that if we do not support him then we support the Dark Elves and he will have to take action to protect his southern border and his people.

He has included a lsit of gestures of good Faith that might prevent such a regretful action from Lord Rael to occur.

1. Lor must forbid all Dark Elves from entering its lands and expel existing ones or hand over any currently residing there to Lord Rael.

2. The Mercenary Steel who is believed to have participated or led the attack on Rangley is to be handed over to Rael if he tries to enter Lor.

3. Lor must put in place laws to protect Raels citizens against racist slander from Lors citizens of all castes.

4. Trade in any way shape or form shall not be impeded through Lor to Rael due to the war efforts Rael is engaging in.

Fulfillment of these steps will show Rael that the south is unified in purpose and he can dispatch the bulk of his armies to the north and west to deal with the dark elf threat.

He pauses as a long silence falls over all those present. The sheer weight of what is being asked settles like a doom over the heads of all as they consider the immensity of the ramifications if they fail to appease Rael while he is in a war footing.

akata · « **Reply #94 on:** September 13, 2010, 03:25:30 PM »

Sitting in her customary pose, leaning back her feet resting on the table while drumming her fingers on her knee, Angela quietly allows Ambassador Jarl Negoin to deliver Lord Rael's demands. When silence settles in the chamber she clears her throat and slowly rises.

Mayors, Fellow Diet members. As the "friend" of a dark elf as Lord Afermine so diplomatically called it, then I will go first.

I wish for no war with Rael, and I believe it is in our own best interest to keep a friendly alliance with the ruler of Prantz, with that in mind I have considered the requests Lord Rael have imposed on us.

I have come to what I hope will be a reasonable solution to them, a solution that will allow us to keep Lord Rael as our good neighbor and business partner without trading away Lor's independence.


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             1. Lor must forbid all Dark Elves from entering its lands and expel existing ones or hand over any currently residing there to Lord Rael.



Lor is a free port and we trade with nearly all known races of Layonara, due to the "war" I understand Lord Rael's concern, and I therefore propose a law that force all dark elves to submit to testing by the temple of Prunilla in Castle Mask. To ensure Lord Rael of the fairness in such a test a member of Rofirein clergy will be allowed to observe the procedure. Any dark elves failing to convince the Prunillians will be trialed by Lor.


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             2. The Mercenary Steel who is believed to have participated or led the attack on Rangley is to be handed over to Rael if he tries to enter Lor.



Since Lord Rael seems to be lacking evidence to prove that the mercenary Steel was involved in the attack then for the time being Lor shouldn't arrest him. We will however strongly encourage him to turn himself over and clear up the rumors regarding his involvement, should any evidence turn up then of course the mercenary should be banned from Lor out of courtesy to our neighbor and ally. As a former general under the most ruthless murder in history, the benevolent Lord Rael should be the first to see the wisdom of not judging people on the base of rumors and assumptions.


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            3. Lor must put in place laws to protect Rael's citizens against racist slander from Lor's citizens of all castes.



I was not aware of any racist slander aimed at our good neighbor, but I am happy to see that the "prantzies" are of such a sensitive nature that when a Lorite utters a foul word a prantzies will bleed even if they are separated by a few thousands mile of land. Due to the delicate nature of this request and the problem of writting such a law, since even a phrase seeming to eulogize the benevolent Lord Rael could be seen as racist in the wrong ears I have two possible solutions.

One: we forbid any mention of Lord Rael's name and that of his subordinates, and from this day forth referee to them as those who must not be mentioned. Rael's fleet in Lor will of course be granted a clearance to speak the name at the dock site. But when moving around the city they will be submitted to the same laws as anyone else.

Two: we compile of list of words that cannot be used in association with Lord Rael and administrate a punishment should they ever be spoken out loud, with Lor being a port city who entertains people from all over Layonara we would of course have to rely on town criers to protect the people of Rael from any unwanted slander.


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             4. Trade in any way shape or form shall not be impeded through Lor to Rael due to the war efforts Rael is engaging in.



With the greatest respect for Lord Rael. No one can predict the future therefore our only answer can be that as long as the roads are safe and the traders are protected we will continue our trading. We cannot bargain away the individual trader's right to seek business elsewhere if he deem the risk to great.

All that said then I believe we should give praise to Lord Rael, he has given us a great gift. He has shown us that he trust Lor to guard his realm from the south and from an army of Dark elves nonetheless. I propose we do our outmost to live up to the high expectations and rally our troops to guard not only Lor, but the trader's from Rael from any dark elf onslaught. The dark elves mastery of magic and treachery is well known, an arrangement with Spellgard to educate wizards and sorcerers to join our ranks would be beneficial as well as boosting the defenses of our cities.

Resumes her seat putting her feet up and folds her hands over her stomach her face utterly expressionless as she await her fellow diet members responses.

mixafix · « **Reply #95 on:** September 13, 2010, 03:25:30 PM »

The Diet debates long over the proposals and Angela's counter proposals, and there is little exact agreement among the Diet. Everyone it seems has a different idea on which aspect of the proposal they really want. Extra sandwiches are called for and the debate bowls along long into the night and after a pause it starts all over again. There is growing support for a hard line strong attitude.

Eventually the Twin mayors lead a motion to agree to all the raelite terms and it is narrowly passed.

A civil servant is appointed to oversee a Committee responsible for driving the initiative forward. A suitable budget for the operation is drawn from the Defence budget and put aside and turned over to the Committee.

With a grim and determined face the twin mayors announce a days respite from debate.

Xaltotun · « **Reply #96 on:** September 13, 2010, 05:51:05 PM »

At the latest announcement, a woman's voice like gently bubbling water can be heard shouting from the back of the assembled townsfolk.

Whit a load o' rubbish. The people who voted fur Rael's demands should be hung. Angela made a great debate aboot hoo tae handle them, yet thae weaklin's decided tae go wi' Rael. We isni Rael's whippin' dug, we is free people.

Nae wonder ra ordinary people dinni think they kin change therr lives, when ra cooncil disni listen. Shame on yez a'.

Some the listeners may have turned to look for the person shouting, but they would see no-one. It may also have been noted that the voice appeard to come from a place where there were no guards within easy striking distance. It may also have struck the more observant that the woman waited until she was certain to be able to deliver her message before the act was committed.

Dezza · « **Reply #97 on:** September 13, 2010, 06:48:18 PM »

At the end of proceedings a group of Diet members gather to speak quietly together in a corner of the Chamber. Before long several notable merchants of the city, also well known to be pro-Prantz, move to join them. They appear very happy and congratulatory towards each other.

A few other Diet members hurriedly leave, glancing nervously at the huddled group.

Soon the Mayors go to depart, glancing sadly, almost apologetically at those still remaining in the public gallery who are shaking their heads in disbelief.

Hellblazer · « **Reply #98 on:** September 13, 2010, 07:53:13 PM »

*Fehriel seemed to be shaking his head like many others but at the same time, he talked with a few telling them how he understood the way the mayors were going, thinking of the greater interest of the town-folks.*

davidhoff · « **Reply #99 on:** September 13, 2010, 09:56:00 PM »

*Tralek is seen at the meeting with a stern but disgusted expression on his face as the Diet comes to adjurn. While leaving he accidentially brushes up against one of the Pro-Prantz merchants that seemed to be overly giddy. "Excuse me, I must not have been looking where I was going; how foolish". He then makes it a point to get eye conact with Angela, Vrebel and others trusted, and gives them a "knowing" nod and smirk and then leaves the room.