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« on: February 07, 2005, 07:45:00 am »
Perhaps it is the continuing tranmission of media to the now digital format, less attention is paid to detail cause you dont have spend hours rolling dice over something; when your treasured +1 was relished as you rolled a 12 and then could claim aha +1 hey thats thirteen!..well dunno if anybody is following me here..
but anyhows its all in the background and happens quicker, and it seems to me now it simplifies the characters, I dont see as much of a difference between classes as in P&P..so you wear studded leather..well if you have 18 dex as many will do you if thats the plan you'll still get as good ac as full plate with no dex bonuse..youre a mage...i see many mages tearing headlong into full battle wielding swords spelled up to the hilt with stoneskin and equipped to death with all sorts of stuff.
on the other hand you have some RP based characters that are simply technically weak ( the nwn combat engine does not make any concessions for weak characters IMO there are simply those who can fight and those who generally avoid it, as no matter what they have little advantage - theres little room for clever P&P like ideas ). A highlighted char here would be that excellent old lady Elindra true RP an dtop notch.
so before even I loose track of what Im trying to say - for me the character idea, image (in my mind at least) is whats most important and with that the RP aspect comes as each little bit adds up..c
sense should prevail..considering powergaming is a direct result of taking advantage of the rules, Rules should not be getting in the way of simple char RP aspects.NWN is only the medium.
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« on: February 02, 2005, 10:54:00 pm »
She roamed the lush forests for a weeks cycle, the days they merged into the Hunt and run, feed and rest. At first she had worried about having no tribe camp to return to, no home - but soon she found her heart was different - she was home, she was in the forest, on the lands and Menyn was beside her, strong and steady like the rock, his namesake. The forest was filled with life, animal calls and scents - how could any living thing be alone here?
It was also after that week the dragon came. She could remember little of what seemed a fever filled fancy, the need of the land, a call for aid, the next few days she wandered with a sense of unfamiliarity of the lands until she came upon the town.
Such a place! She flitted between the buildings, moving around the outskirts of the town always, away from eyes and questions. So many different races living together, elves like her but unlike, so proud and the sense of the land lesser. Men in great Iron casements shambling along making an awful racket with every movement, shorter hairier peoples also.
Her common was poor, having little need of it before, she avoided most at first but she had to trade and dealt with the Town tradesmen, particularly he who did seek furs - her hunting skill was great, she was of the blood of the Runner, Kitharien and with Menyn by her side they made worthy predators - though only would she hunt what was fit and take only what nature would give, no more, such is natures way - hunter and hunted.
She roamed the forests of this land purging them of the foul goblinoids and ogres who paraded them, and began to meet others, bold and different - and it was on such a foray she met Gulnry the Grim.
Atop the Red Light caverns they met, a small band with a common foe. Yet with little common she could communicate well with Gulnry whom she called Glr, a funny, stocky and hairy dwarf who grumbled when she playfully pulled his beard. He was a good companion and they worked well together. Fallenleaf showed him the hunting grounds of that which he sought and she ran the hunt with him, keeping a watchfull eye on him at all times. Glr taught Fallenleaf much common language and so a friendship formed, what her Elders may think of that she would perhaps never know.
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Skirting the base of the mountains known as Grey peaks she found the tribes of Ogres residing there. A human female had spoken to her comcerning the loss of something in those heights, what she had been doing there alone Fallenleaf wondered. Nonetheless she took to exploring the new region and found the thundering footsteps of the large humanoids easily even if the winds didnt bring the rank odour swift enough. these could be skirted around eaily enough for Menyn and her, dancing through their patrols with ease, a few managed to cross her path aiming to attack instantly but they found themseleves easy prey for the smarter Hunter and the large Wolf.
Soon however it was apparent this was a large stronghold, and a bigger force neccessary so she turn back through the peaks with Menyn at her side noting the lay of the paths for her return.
On her return to hlint she first saw a gathering, strange enough in the towm. She creapt to the fringe of it where she found Gulnyr also watching the gathering with unease - whispering quick questions to the Dwarf she got few as he bade.."shush lass something serious has happened here..". the old human lady she had led through the forest approach and bade her listen kindly "I'll tell you all later..".
Some being was at the center with so many trying to talk around her, she was not..normal..not of nature as such and touched by other than the world, that much she could feel. There was talk of shadows attacking the town, Hlint, of people marked with darkness of the dark elfs beneath and of combating what had begun. So much, her head reeled trying to understand as mushc as surely the plane-touched who was trying to answer all the questions.
Eventually the being left and the rest drew together to discuss. Gulnyr grumbled and stomped off while she hid in the background tying to understand further of the strange goings on. was this the omen that Jela' Loth had spoke of? the darkness and Blood washing the land, a clue even to why she had been sent. She did not know yet, but aimed to find out, changed happened quickly here , in this place...much more so than at home, but with it..there was danger, even some of the very animals seemed tainted and changed, unreceptive to her communication and only she was here of her people to see it, she, here alone.
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« on: January 31, 2005, 07:58:00 pm »
aye i didnt want to get in the druid bow thing i only hinted with my quote..
I agree with steve; rules there to be interpreted ;clerics now have weapons favoured by faith where as using anything other than a mace was a holy sin before ..though maces hurt just as much.
a druid having used bows much in her tribe suddenly says oh I must use a sling..that deosnt make much sense, even less than the mages wandering around in full battle helms and great big swords.
I agree with leathar above: rules are there to be worked with as long as RP'ed correctly.
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« on: January 31, 2005, 02:08:00 pm »
Yep that is the discussion..the problem being that game mechanicss prevent access to Crafts - the subject being that of woodcraft in particular see above.
So is it impossible to take a feat in martial weapons?
"Most layonarans have a stereotypical image of druids: druids are nature loving elven defenders of forest and worshippers of Katia. ..Do not be fooled , druids are an extraordinarily diverse group"..from the ol Layo hande booke.
Part of the discussion is therefore thinking outside the box and RP..if martial is possible the char will only wield an axe for chopping wood and not be wandering around with greatswords and Dwarven Shield axes of Death.
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« on: January 31, 2005, 01:29:00 pm »
ok thanks -
my druid does use a bow sometimes however, being a follower of Kithairien the great hunter, you cant really throw the spear, just mini ones via a bow - but if this is deemed OOC please note.
good stuff i really do agree woodworking is certainly a druidish art. just got to geta a martial feat then.
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« on: January 13, 2005, 01:52:00 pm »
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« on: February 02, 2005, 10:30:00 pm »
The leaf stirred dizzily in the soft turbulence caused by the splashing waterfall. Knee deep in the stirring waters poised with spear set, her attention was distracted and transfixed by the simple beauty of the meeting of the elements of nature. Minutes passed by still and unoticed, the soft sounds pleasing amidst the forest calls. She felt waters fall on her drop by drop, cool by comparison to the now stirring soft wind.
Wait…the wind is warm, brushes past like breath, the smell. Normally not so heavy; full of life and call - not end.
Her senses picked out the minute carbon dust passing in the breeze as a small ember flitted past her view.
Waters splashed and she lauched into full flight back towards the tribe camp, large jumping strides took her past brook and tree, bush and stone in instants, instinct placing every footfall with surety and speed. Branches whipped past as she focused her senses on following the warm flow from the burning, smoke wisps started to fill the air dark in the bright sun rays, peircing the forest canopy. Her heart thundered in her ears jamming her senses straining to gather the sounds of what lay ahead. Calls she could hear her tribe call – battle calls; heard so rarely and never by her. She sensed Menyn speeding to meet her, he had sensed the ill long before.
Her throat tighened, lungs strained and tears stung her eyes as she desperately she tried to gain speed in her race through the forest in the now dark charred smoke. the calls were clear and near now, though she hardly recongnised the trail only making way by sound alone. Crashing and brutish sounds followed and then seemed to fade away.
She crashed into the camp almost head first into a tent so dense was the black smoke. Hearing her people talk rapidly all around her she rubbed her eyes and made way to the center, her panic making her now clumsy tripping over cooking implements and spear and clothe racks, Menyn dashed ahead yelping at the smoke. Already she could hear the mourning songs, a few torn voices high with the end of life – then she came upon the scene. Masses of burning bundles dotted the ground around the camp, created so as to make the smoke that would hide an attack – an attack that had been successful a little – but the quick defence of the Wild Elfs even more successful. Bodies lay strewn, corpses charred and some - the bodies of Wild Elves who had raomed forest and plain for centuries – now snuffed out like the flames on the smoking woods.
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“Oilccalcailo come in … what took you so long?”.. the elder elf sat with his scripting tools across his lap, surrounded by the vast array of wonders always concealed in his tent. He looked up from his current work, the finely craft beads in his long dark hair clicking softly, his eyes tinged with sorrow.
“I was helping the clearing Jel’a Loth”..she bowed her head, not only as befitted respect for the elder but also because she too, was touched with sorrow shared by the tribe.
Jel’a Loth made a slight chirrup sound like a Swallow. “Always so far from the tribe..why, why is that? Do you not share joy of home and roam with your Laylmyllamla?”. Oilccalcailo stood almost motionless, her heart turbulent as ever, Jel’a Loth was one of the few of the tribe that seemed to accept her errant ways; headstrong and stubborn, more wild at heart that most, she often chaffed the other Elders with her seeming lack of respect for the Tradition, her inquisitive observing of the other races her Tribe avoided whenever possible.
“No matter what has begun will be”…he humphed and moved his scroll work out of the way..”Come here child”..he reached out his gentle hand and bade her sit, nestled on the furs she pulled up her legs and leaned her chin on her knees waiting.
“I am he who listens.”. he paused, if anything Jel’a Loth like to be dramatic, she smiled into herself. “it is my task to listen to the Dreams sent by the gods. Some sleep easy, not troubled, but that is good, it is for I not to. My dreams are dark, my sleep not restfull.” . Oilccalcailo prepared herself for another boring sermon on Tradition and the tribe, the lands, the gods but Jel’a Loth stopped, sighed and turned to look at her both worry and sadness in his gaze. “You must go away, travel.”
Oilccalcailo caught herself, her heart in her throat – leave the tribe? She sought to still herself her emotions though Jel’a Loth seemed to see right through her and patted her cheek softly. “Now child, you must. Look at you. You roam far from the tribe, all the time – you seek different things from the others.”. He sighed, his emotion was evident. “That is why I must send you”. Oilccalcailo was confused she wanted to scream no, she wouldn’t leave Jel’a Loth ever, she’d be good never stray from the Laylmyllamla again, please don’t send her away. She fought to hold in her feelings as all of her tribe did. Again Jel’a Loth saw all.
“ah my child”..he leanded forward and kissed her forehead.”My dreams are dark child, ill comes. The Blood will once again wash through the land. What happened,” he paused smoothing his hair, “will happen again and worse, I dream danger and ill for the Laylmyllamla ahead, and for many more. It is a terrible thing I do to send you Oilccalcailo, selfish but perhaps for the best, for you are not even safe here with the Laylmyllamla any more than anywhere else.”. His proud bearance sagged a little at the admittance, their Tribe stayed ever out of the affairs of the rest of the lands.
“There is once again dark in the Lands Oilccalcailo, and I send you as a seeker. To find what you can. It is our task as the Laylmyllamla to find darkness that would take balance from the lands and fight it, even our own camps are no longer safe child. My heart wearies in this life to send that which is so dear, so dear. But I am He who Listens and I do what must be done”. He paused gravely this time for quite some time. Oilccalcailo’s mind raced, her emotions unbalanced, Fallenleaf her tribe name had been because she had fallen far from the tree as such. Birthed by her mother far from the tribe, for which her mother had died with none near to aid here. Now it seemed her birth name was ever more to dominate her life.
Jel’a Loth smiled. “Ah my child but there is still wonders you may see, your spirit is strong, you will find your way may Kithairien be kind”. He chuckled softly.” And take that wolf with you I want him not pissing against my tent no more!” . Oilccalcailo blushed, she’d tried to tell Menyn too many times but he also had a will of his own.
It was late and dark when Oilccalcailo left the camp o anira Laylmyllamla. Jela’ Loth was one of few to bid her warmly goodbye, the rest still concerned with the deceased and rebuilding of the camp. Jela’Loth had been sad yet resolute and gave her his blessings and love. Of so little she had given the tribe, not being there when it was attacked she was sure she would not fail him in this.
Oilccalcailo called to Menyn and hugged his shaggy neck before setting off through the forest, trepidation at where her path may lead, and heart heavy and full.
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« on: January 31, 2005, 12:13:00 pm »
I may have spotted this before -
what is the stance on druids with weapon/woodcrafting?
By default they cannot use the necessary implements for the gathering of raw materials. Granted a druid laying waste to a forest sounds a bit OOC, however we assume all resources are renewable and you just dont find fallen branches. the creed being take only what you need - after all there are many types of druid, somebody has to make their staffs/spears/cudgels/armour etc..?
So is plain out of the question stick to alchemy and a bit of tailoring. baking and brewing -or is it within reason to take a martial feat and take up the axe and pick for arrows etc. Or perhaps the druid is just plained banned from heaving any axe at all?
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