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« on: June 14, 2007, 12:40:57 pm »
Many moons have pased since ive recorded my progress. I feel now as if gaining the upper hand. The calrity of concious I have reached whilst in the deepest states of complete malice gives me a great confidence. Returning to what I like to think of as the neutral state of mind has become as routine as waking from meditation, and can now be done just as easily.
It gives me a great sence of accomplishment. I have discovered something new, something truly awesome...
What fortuitous timing indeed. It seems certain skills of mine have not gone unoticed. I have recieved what you might call a solicitation from a rather honorable adventurer I know.... well I cant say I know all that much about him, but what ive seen, I like.
Wren seems to be involved in some sort of network, very secretive as far as I can tell. I take great honor in the fact that he confided in me this imformation, and actualy asked me if I would join. Of course I said of course. Just the kind of orginization that can put my skills, the old and the new, to good use.
To my greatest pleasure I have found another member of our very network is none other than Miss Rhynalla. We have worked together in the past, and I like her style.
So from what Ive heard, Wren heads up the combat divison, and Rhynn heads up weave divison. From what I have been lead to believe, my main duties will be imformation gathering. I belive both of them have made bad blood in places where theyde realy like to have an ear, and I think this is where I come in. As long as nobody knows that anything that gets to my ear is eventualy going to reach Rhynn's, I should have the opportunity to see and hear things that have been utterly impossible for Rhynn to discover on her own....
I like this idea very much, and look forward to using my newfound skills.
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« on: June 13, 2007, 11:57:28 am »
I feel all Giddy...
Yes Giddy...
Like a little schoolgirl....
Chongo you have an amazing way of making things that extra bit more exciting, both in youre area creation, and in the adventuring ive had the pleasure of being a part of, and for that I have to salute you.
Always a unique experience, and never a dull moment, no matter what were doing or what the outcome...
Let the good times roll man, let em roll.
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« on: May 30, 2007, 02:10:25 am »
Yeh, this is cid postin ta say I rolled a 16 ): So its late and im to lazy to post it, and I highly doubt I would lie about rolling a 98 or above... 
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« on: May 23, 2007, 03:25:03 am »
Layonara may not be the answer
But Layonara is Forty-Two so...
Its very similar to the answer I guess...:p
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« on: May 19, 2007, 03:08:04 am »
15,000 Trues
Cideous
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« on: May 14, 2007, 04:56:16 pm »
From the looks of it I got out of there just in time...
Though it was kind of interesting when I came back...
RUN....
Ohh NO! Slowed....
...WALK!
.........RUSSSSSSTY!!!
*Hides in a big group of drow*
Comeon! Kill-me-Kill-me-Kill-me-Kill-me
*wipes his forehead in the death void*
"Thank gods for the nimble swords of Drow, so that every adventurer may have the pleasure of keeping their precious items in death"
Yes but more seriously....
Get youre lucky dice out....
And someone post up a time...
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« on: May 13, 2007, 12:59:31 pm »
16,000 Trues
-Cideous
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« on: May 01, 2007, 02:44:45 pm »
*Cideous sits by his campfire, taking stock of all the things he has gathered. A pile of thin glass vials is stacked neatly next to a quiver of crossbow bolts. There is a pot hanging over the fire, the substance within boiling lazily. He dips his finger into the liquid quickly and it is died a bright red*
*Slowly, deliberatly, he fills vials with the liquid, then fixes them to the tip of the crossbow bolts. He stacks the finished bolts inot his quiver and hoists it over his shoulder. He is rather surprised by the racket made by the glass knocking together. He frows as he sets the quiver back one the ground.*
*After making enough cloth covers, and covering the vials, he holds the stuffed quiver in his outstreched arms, shakes it a bit. He nods with a look of satisfaction, throws the quiver over his shoulder and heads off in the direction of the rising sun*
*Cideous sits, crouched in silence. He has stalked a group of giants throughout the day, and he watches them now, sitting by the evening fire. As he plans his ambush he quietly prepares a vial tipped bolt, loading it into the crossbow. Being fully prepared Cideous stands from behind his cover, randomly picks one of the giants, and lets the bolt fly*
*It strikes the selected giant square in the chest, erupting with red die. The struck giant stands, almost bewildered, as his group rushes my position, his chest died a light red.*
*The battle begins, and eventualy the red giant joins the fray. Cideous moves with incredible speed, managing to attack and shift his position in such a way that he is unable to surround. Many of the giants run about confused, getting to where Cideous just was to make a strike only to realize he is not only no longer there, but is directly behind them tripping their ankles. Cideous feels that unmistakable surge of energy, his thoughts are a torrent of anger and fear. Somehow he is able to keep track of the stained giant, holding his strikes as though it were an allie.*
*Suddenly a strike catches Cideous completely flat-footed. A massive fist falls with authority upon his back, crushing him into the ground. In that instant time slows to a crawl, the pain that should be tormenting his whole body from this deadly strike is utterly drowned by the power of his thoughts. In a burst of enerjy Cideous explodes from beneath the giants fists, throwing its arm into the air, the giants breaths out suddenly, surprised and just as the last bit of air escapes his lungs, Cideous strikes with all his might just below where its liver should be. The timming and accuracy of the strike is flawless, and the giants drops to the ground, killed instantly.*
*Cideous stnads over the body of the fallen giant, regaining control of his thoughts. Just as he regains control, the stain covering the giants chest becomes blaringly apparent. Cideous curses loudly. He stomps back to the quiver, throws it over his shoulder, and sets out to try again.*
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« on: May 01, 2007, 02:10:12 pm »
Mastering this state of mind is going to be much more difficult than I had ever anticipated. It is easy enough to transition into, but the moment I do, I begin to loose control of my concious. I did not notice this feeling in the beggining, everything was too new. It takes every ounce of my will to maintain complete control. This, though, is extreamly draining. I find it difficult to concentrate on even casual conversation, let alone make an intelligable response. In the heat of battle my control seems to lapse, sometimes completely. The concentration required for both seems to be more than I am able to maintain presently. I am hesistant to enter this state of mind around others. This lack of control could result in injuring, or even killing my closest companions, and this is a risk I simply can not accept.
Alas.... It is a risk I must take. The only way to master this state of mind is through rigerous practice.
But how?
*He rests his quill and leans back, deep in thought*
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« on: April 26, 2007, 01:50:59 pm »
Layonara will not defend your sentry turret from spies while you go build that dispenser you use to blow up heavy weapons guys
+20 on props if any one knows what i am talking about 
Team Fortress Classic, or Team Fortress 2?
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« on: April 25, 2007, 05:16:37 pm »
Cideous
-17000
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« on: April 19, 2007, 12:55:46 pm »
*Cideous sits near Xoras Tower, his legs dangling off the edge, his head resting on the soft grass. He gazes at the passing moon and the many constelations as they drift lazily through the night sky*
*After a time he feels calm once more, time to record these lessons of mine*
I believe that there are many states of being. There is that of our normal everyday life, most live in the state every waking moment. There is that of dream, and deep sleep. In this state, if we are perceptive, we will learn about ourselves. There is a state of meditation, where the mind is absent of all thought. I have heard of, and I belive there to be a state of love, one becomes blind to all else. There is a state of pure joy, you are so focused on a moment of joy that all other ill feeling fade away, a sence of great comfort. In this state we are vulnerable though, for in that state we have let down our mental guard, we feel a false sence of safety, security.
And there is a state of pure rage, not often experienced, and usualy brought on by imense tradgedy. The moment an elven father learns his missing young daughter was brutaly killed by a band of dwarves would most probably trigger such a state. This state of being is extremely chaotic by nature. It is blind to all common sence, everything you have learned through experience. A motive if formed and the rage is released, and one will stop at nothing to reach the end so desired. Often in being so blind to all else one will do things directly contrary to their goal, do things they will never forigve themselves for. But in this state lies the potential for immense power, might, dominence.
Through long years of practice, and dedication, I have learned to master the state of meditation. Can I thus also master the state of rage? Can I learn to control when I enter this rage, and even more importantly, can I learn to control my actions in this rage.
I believe I can.
There is only one way to practice...
Entering this state seems simple enough, a trigger thought is all thats needed. Once it has been triggered the thoughts spread like a fire through my mind. Slowly I am loosing control of my thoughts. I strugle to keep enough control to write this here. It is a battle I am in now, a battle with my own mind. But maintaining this control is key, I must continue to write. I can feel the surge of energy washing over me now, that feeling you get just before you enter battle. The energy tugs at my very muscles, almost willing them into a fighting posture, my mind searchs for an outlet, but I am keeping it at bay, at least for now...
*Cideous begins his journey back from 'steep. Along the way he comes acrost a couple of grazing polar bears. Many times he has come acrost such bears here, they are ferocious, and territorial. Just as he suspected the bears notice him, and begin to charge. His mind flashes as it sees an opportunity, but in this moment Cideous is able to control this feeling, just as the bears close on him he sidesteps, striking one ine the rib cage, just behind the shoulder, at the precise moment the bear was exhaling. Like a charm the skids to a stop, knocked out cold. The second bear turns after missing on the first chanrge, and comes back for another. Cideous performs the same technique flawlessly, leaving the two bears sprawled acrost the snow, both barely injured, and heaving softly, as if in deep slumber.*
*With a sence of acomplishment he strides confidently southward.*
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« on: April 17, 2007, 08:58:34 pm »
*He sits in front of the fireplace, gathering his thoughts*
This feeling inside of me grows with every passing day. It is affecting my thoughts... my judgments. My mind races in thought, dominated by this hatred. I have seen things in my travels, disturbing things, things I have tried to forget. One after another these memories flash through my conscious mind, like a day dream.
I do not dream while I sleep anymore, and yet my waking mind is full of dreams. I feel as though I do not have any control over these emotions, these feelings, these thoughts. I feel as though drawn to battle, gazing deeply into my opponents eyes as death claims their soul. You can see it in their eyes, as death squeezes out every last bit of life.
I must learn to control these feelings, or they will consume me. I feel it already, loosing control of my thoughts, my actions. This must be conquered. Even as I write this, hatred is consuming my thoughts.
I have underestimated the power these emotions have over me.
I cannot overcome these feeling with conscious thought. They are imbedded now, and growing.
I believe meditation is the answer. I must clear my mind of all thought, all emotion, all feeling.
*He sets the journal down next to him*
*Cideous sits on the floor, closing his eyes*
*He breathes out slowly, letting all of the air out of his lungs, then holds for a time*
*He begins to breathe in, very slowly, until his lungs are completely full*
*The time between breaths gradually gets longer and longer, as the breaths themselves become shallower and shallower*
*He focuses every thought on a single bright white light, casting away all others*
*Slowly the light in his mind grows, drowning out everything else.*
*After many days his mind is like a bright white void, absent of any thought at all*
*Time seems to stand still, as if he is frozen in a single moment of pure bliss*
*He opens his eyes*
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« on: April 14, 2007, 01:47:12 am »
*Cideous sits by his campfire, late at night, deep within the forest of fog. Staring at the flames, as he has taken to doing, he fills his mind with thoughts of hatred, nightmarish things that would make ones stomach crawl. With his mind clear of everything else he can sence the feeling, its presence is unmistakeable. This is the energy he must learn to focus.*
*Focusing on this feeling he gathers a small bundle he has propared for this night. A banner, a cloak, and an ammulet, all bearing the mark of aragen. He casts the bundle into the raging fire, watching the flames slowly consume the mass of material. He continues to watch the fire, a storm of hatred and malice raging through his brain.*
*He sits withought moving for many days, the fire long burnt out, his body of flesh begging for food and water. He began to chanel his pains of hunger, feeding his thoughts. Slowly the pain disapeared, only a feeling of absolute rage remains.*
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« on: April 13, 2007, 05:46:04 pm »
*Cideous sits by the lake at Fort Mirtrix, gathering his thoughts*
The path I have chosen is not understood by many, but taking my first steps on the path of the black sun have opened my eyes to a new way of living, a new way of being.
I leave the house, and head for Lor. I have read there is a temple devoted to the mad god in the city of Arnax, so I shall go there. The entire trip is filled with an eager anticipation. My heart beats quickly, and my gut feels as though it is in my chest. I feel as if re-born, experiencing the world with a childs mind, everything fresh, everything new.
The ship glides into the harbor as a familiar stench fills the air, burning, destruction, the smell of war. Like a great monolith the temple rises from the earth, unmistakable. I almost do not even see the rest of the city, so focused on my destination. As I enter a feeling of calm washes over me. Everything seems right, just as I have read, thought, dreamt. I do not stay long, for I still feel as though an unwelcome visitor. It is not directly communicated, but I feel it.
My traveling companions of late are meeting in Fort Mirtrix, and it is not far from Arnax they say, so I set forth, going north. It was not an easy journey, and required a bit of resourcefulness, but I managed. I arrived and began the usual banter. They immediately noticed something was different. I sort of danced around the subject, telling them I was beginning to learn to focus my anger and hatred, to use that energy. Most did not seem to understand, they thought I should stop. How interesting I thought. Just like the gods they are that try to cage us with lies. I have seen through their facade, of course they want me to stop. Fools.
A cleric I have known for some time seemed to understand. She follows mist, and she must also have learned to channel her inner hatred. She will be a valuable companion in my road ahead.
With all the magic our mage and cleric could muster I rushed into battle headlong, with ought a care. I shrugged off spell, and strike, it seemed nothing could touch me. I thought of those fighting by my side, who wished to keep me caged in their web of lies. Every time this thought triggered a flash of anger, pure malice, and with it a great surge of energy. I felt as though walking on air, fighting with a fury I have never experienced. Enemy after enemy falls, and with each I feel as though I am gaining strength, not loosing it as I should.
We come around a corner and a new type of enemy waits. With ought thinking I run headlong into the fray. It seems like hundreds of spells are being cast at once, I have become blind, but I am still fighting, striking with all my might. A searing pain across my entire body, but I do not stop, blow after blow. And then everything stops, the pain is gone, my muscles feel frozen, my vision is black.
All of a sudden I feel as though dropped onto the ground, all my senses returned. I scramble to my feet and strike to air rapidly, then quickly notice there are no enemies, only friends. I calm down for a moment, my breathing heavy. Amaduena, cleric of Mist stands over me with a look of concern, and I shrug it off.
A new rage fills my body as I focus on my recent passing. I am starting to realize the awesome power I can generate with mere thought. I always knew it was possible, but I never had a source to focus into this power, it was hidden from me by those in power. They knew, and they kept it from me so I could not surpass them, like greedy little rats they are. They will feel the cold hand of death.
Malice is my weapon.
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« on: April 13, 2007, 05:42:11 pm »
*Cideous sits by the lake at Fort Mirtrix, gathering his thoughts*
The path I have chosen is not understood by many, but taking my first steps on the path of the black sun have opened my eyes to a new way of living, a new way of being.
I leave the house, and head for Lor. I have read there is a temple devoted to the mad god in the city of Arnax, so I shall go there. The entire trip is filled with an eager anticipation. My heart beats quickly, and my gut feels as though it is in my chest. I feel as if re-born, experiencing the world with a child
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« on: April 13, 2007, 05:34:46 pm »
*Cideous sits by the lake at Fort Mirtrix, gathering his thoughts*
The path I have chosen is not understood by many, but taking my first steps on the path of the black sun have opened my eyes to a new way of living, a new way of being.
I leave the house, and head for Lor. I have read there is a temple devoted to the mad god in the city of Arnax, so I shall go there. The entire trip is filled with an eager anticipation. My heart beats quickly, and my gut feels as though it is in my chest. I feel as if re-born, experiencing the world with a child
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« on: April 12, 2007, 09:30:36 pm »
// as a side note. I forgot the password to the email account for Kiba under the old forums, so this (ColtCommando) is Kiba
*Cideous sits in front of the fireplace, gathering his thoughts. He concentrates deeply on the heart of the fire, the tongues of flame flicking this way and that. The chaos of the flames a mirror of the thoughts burning brightly in his mind...*
*He turns his gaze his journal, quill neatly tucked away in a sleeve on the binding. It just sits there, light from the fire dancing across its cover. It mocks him. It represents a blind devotion to a now obviously flawed faith. Decades of his life, wasted in futility...*
*It takes a strong force of will to overcome a feeling inside, for a reason unknown, telling him not to do what he was planning. After many hours, staring at its cover, he picks up the tattered journal beside him. Carefully unbuckling the binding he opens the book to the first page..*
*For a time he just stares at the letters on the page as if they were a completely different language, utterly foreign to him. As he begins to read the first line, a feeling of sheer malice fills his body, pure hatred. He has to stop reading...*
*He flips through all the pages that have writing on them, and then takes the thick mass of pages in one hand, and tears them from the binding. For a time he just stares at the torn pages in his hand. Slowly he begins to crumple the pages into a ball, tighter and tighter he squeezes the ball, a sense of euphoria washing over his body as he uses more and more strength to crush the pages. Taking the ball in one hand he squeezes his fist, staring at it with a maniacal grin. Tighter and tighter he grips the pages. The dried, callous skin on his knuckles cracking, then bleeding ever so slightly...*
*Feeling satisfied he casts the ball into the flame, staring as it unfolds in a bright blaze of yellow white flame. A strange sense of relief fills his body as it burns, and when its brief flash is reduced to a mere pile of ashes, he feels completely relaxed...*
I have wandered these lands for many years. Long ago I devoted my life to a pursuit of knowledge, a search for truth. I have lived these years with the belief that the spread of knowledge and discovery of truth was the only way to end the seemingly endless suffering of all that call Layonara home.
This belief has been tested to the breaking point in my experiences, and adventures. Over my short existence I have witnessed great atrocities committed, not only against the various races of these lands, but committed upon the very soul of Layonara, all in the name of "Truth". Or what those in power at the time believed to be truth.
I have devoted decades of my life in the pursuit of truth. And what I have found chills me to the core. Truth is a bane on our existence.
There are no constants. Everything has an exception, and it is these exceptions, when omitted in the name of "Truth" that have brought suffering and hatred to all the people of Layonara.
Men of power that use this concept of "Truth" to control their masses, to fill their holds with wine and grain, to live like royalty, while their people starve. All in the name of this truth...
They believe in this concept with all of their being, down to their very soul.
There is only one I have read of those shares in the wisdom I have attained. The Black Sun as he is called. He has a solution.
They must be sacrificed in his name. Only in undeath can they be cured of the plague that is truth.
*his thoughts completed he returns the quill to its place in the binding, closes the journal, and returns to gazing at the flames.*
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« on: February 14, 2008, 08:07:18 pm »
Rare Trinkets, Minerals, etc.:
Lesser Ioun Stone: Pink and Green - 60000T
(CHA +2, Lvl. 14)
Mineral Diamond - 5000T
Clothing:
Cloak of Fortification +2 - 20000T
(AC +2, Saving Throws: Universal +2, Lvl. 14)
Jewelry:
x2 Emerald set in a Silver Amulet - 10000T
(Saving Throws: Universal +2, Lvl. 10)
Weapons, Shields:
Compound Yew Longbow - 60000T
(Attack Bonus +3, Massive Crit. 2d6, Exra Ranged Dmg: Blunt)
x2 Assasins Parasol - 30000T
(Attack Bonus +2, Enchantment Bonus +1, Slashing 2d6, Lvl. 18)
Shield of the Old Guard - 15000T
(Large Shield, AC +2, Will +2, Dicipline +4, Lvl. 15)
Signed,
Cideous
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« on: February 06, 2008, 12:04:34 pm »
Up For Auction: One Compound Yew Longbow Starting Bid: 80,000 True Auction Ends: Febuary, 11, 9:00 AM PST Good Luck and Happy Bidding [SIZE=10]Winner is to meet with me, Cideous, just outside the main gates of Prantz, at any point after the auction has ended.[/SIZE]
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