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General Discussion / New Computer = Faster Chars!
« on: February 23, 2010, 01:50:04 pm »
Those of you who may have traveled with my chars Gith or Ragnar before know that they were notorious for being so slow on transitions, and being slow and clumsy in battle.

Well no more! Before I was running NWN and layonara on a 750mhz PIII.. yes thats right.. a PIII at 750 mhz!

Now I am on a brand new 2.8 ghz dell system I picked up today.. so I wanted everyone to know who travels with Gith and Ragnar regularly that I will no longer be holding the group up.

I appreciate the patience shown by the players who often took Gith or Ragnar with them..knowing that they were liability characters.. and I hope that it didn't cause to much aggravation.

i'm looking forward to running NWN and layonara the way it was meant to.. and taking part in further adventures without slowing the rest of the group down.

TSM
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General Discussion / "Opposing Force" PvP Quest?
« on: January 23, 2010, 04:04:33 pm »
I wasn't sure where to post this little ditty of an idea I came up with so I figured I'd put it here and see what happens.

I'm really trying to develop my char Githrin a very real way in game as a certain character who's personal gain of magical knowledge and power trumps all ethical concerns, and as such will sometimes run into a bit of trouble among those who would see an end to the lines of learning that he is embarking upon(total arcane mastery of the undead).

As such, the idea of Githrin acting as a PC "opposing force" towards a party has become very attractive as a player to me.

I have reviewed the rules about griefing and wish to follow the rules to the letter, which is the point of this thread..

Is it possible for me to say, gain a party of volunteers who know full well they are facing a PC opponent and attempting to stop him from pursuing some goal(which can be hammered out at a later time) but the general idea is as follows:

A party of volunteers to number no more than 4 and all to be at least one level less than Githrin at the time of the quest. Will gather and attempt to stop Githrin from achieving whatever goal it is he has in mind. There would be certain rules to ensure that everyone has fun.

#1)Githrin will never act directly against the party with an offensive magic, save summoning of undead or other minions. His activities would be strictly related to a support role, say.. firing off negative energy rays at a group of undead to heal them while they are fighting the party to delay them a little longer so he can escape or some other goal.

#2)Githrin would have one assistant with him, a non wizard class, and at least 1 level less than Githrin is at the time of the quest to assist him in keep track of the party and raising havoc to keep the party guessing and slowed down from stopping him at his goal.

#3)Any other rules or regulations the GM who might be interested in running the quest decides to lay down at the time the quest.

I mainly want to know if this idea has any merit first and general advice.

Thanks,

TSM
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Rumour Has It / Night of Terror in the Gloom Woods
« on: December 24, 2009, 11:35:41 am »
Bards travelling the roads in the area around Ft. Vehl have been telling tales of a party of brave adventurers besieged within the walls of camp in the Gloom Woods along with Riam and his men.

The tales speak that a great evil befell the Gloom, as an army of undead, led by a dark elf cleric, besieged the camp where brave Riam and his men held in check as best they could the undead scourge.

Meanwhile, in Vehl. A party had gathered by mere chance on the roads outside of Vehl and Moreg, brave gate guard of Vehl, informed them of mysterious rumors of unusual numbers and types of undead in the gloom seen recently.

Under the leadership of brave Roferien clergy, the party plunged into the Gloom to investigate the rumors and were supposedly beset by undead in numbers so great that they had to hack a path through the tides of undead to reach Riam and his men.

The tales then continue to say that on a small nearly barren hilltop the party found itself in a desperate last stand battle against hundreds of zombies and other foul undead.

The party, standing shoulder to shoulder and back to back, were surrounded on all sides.. the screams of the already dead, and those who wished not to join them, echoed throughout the forest.. bringing even more undead to the scene.

There was mention of a great warrior, with a great sword larger than a man, cleaving great gaps in the ranks of the undead. Completely surrounded on all sides.. wading through the throng dealing final rest to the dead. Body parts flew in all directions as his he desperately cleaved them from thier owners merely to stay alive.

Back and forth, the battle flowed across the lonely hill top.. often the party would split.. 2 men to battle dozens of the horrid beasts in a desperate struggle to prevent them from ambushing the party from behind while the rest held back the main body of the undead horde.

Some verses sing of a great guardian mummy being seen in the deepest parts of the woods, commanding powerful magics that ripped the soul from one brave adventurer and left the rest of the party to carry his soul-torn body back to camp to lick its wounds and come up with a new plan of attack.

Finally, the tales record that a dark elven priest was reportedly responsible for the uprising, and was put to the sword.

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*NAILED TO THE DOOR OF THE INN IN KRANDOR*

To Whom It May Concern,

It was probably quite distressful for you to discover that the several head of cattle that were rescued by a party of adventurers, including myself, on the night of the Tsunami from the Krandor Paddock and placed in the meadow to the side of the road for safe keeping from the floods were missing.

Therefore I felt it proper to post this, my sworn affidavit, of the events I personally witnessed that day in regards to your livestock so that you may approach the proper Krandor authorities for reimbursement of your cattle.

On the day in question, I and another adventurer friend of mine were returning to Krandor after a very long and expensive trip to Dregar to purchase a pack oxen.

As we were coming down the Krandor road, I stopped at the bridge right next to your herd of cattle and turned to my friend, who was leading his brand new, and heavily laden oxen behind him.

I said "You must be careful here, do not step off the road."

My friend replied "Why?"

At that very moment, as the words were leaving my lips, his pack oxen, for inexplicable reasons known only to it. Stumbled off the road and into the bushes along the side, where unfortunately for it, a rather nasty assassin vine sprout has been known to lurk.

The vine indeed was lurking in the brush off the side of the road waiting for just such an opportunity and instantly pounced on the poor beast.

I pointed over my friends shoulder and said "That is why, your ox."

He looked over and saw that by this time his oxen was completely wrapped up in vines and bellowing and fighting for all it was worth, slowly having the life squeezed from it's body.

He cursed wildly, drew his sword, and despite my many warnings that such a creature was far more deadly than it looked and that his oxen was for all intents and purposes, dead already and to leave it. But he plunged into the bushes wildly and made an attempt to hack the beast free from the deadly vines.

The vines instantly dropped the oxen's now dead body and lunged for my friend, wrapping him up in a matter of seconds and killing him even faster than it had killed the ox.

I then watched, terror stricken, from the bridge as the vine, apparently not happy enough with killing a large ox and a brave if foolish adventurer. Shot across the road in front of me and began entangling your cattle and murdering them one by one. It was only a matter of a few seconds, and before the minute was up an ox, a man, and several cattle were down and being dragged back into the bushes by the vines to be consumed.

The vine, then apparently still unsatisfied with its body count, began creeping toward ME at a rapid pace.

I was in no physical shape to take on such a creature after my long journey and having watched its murderous ways, I turned tail and rain for Krandor, vines snapping at my heels in an attempt to grab me up.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I approached the krandor gate and as I ran into town with the vine, still hungry apparently, coming after me and it then decided that one of the druids in town was a better target.

The druid kept his cool, destroyed the vine within a few seconds.

You have my sympathies over the loss of your livestock, and my apologies for my friend's clumsy ox.

If I were you, I'd petition the proper authorities for neglect on leaving such a dangerous creature just outside the walls of town for such a long period, and I beleive they should reimburse you for the loss of your cattle. There is however, no reimbursement for my poor friend, and his ox.

Sworn by me this day to be truthful in all accounts,

Ragnar Ogresbane, Adventurer, Self proclaimed "Wanderer of Mistone"

(OOC Comment: yes..this really did happen IG and it was one of the most hillarious things I ever witnessed or experienced in ANY game ever. This sort of thing could only have happened here on Layonara. Kudos to all the GM's and coders who designed this world so well that the very monsters can sometimes surprise you with very intelligent cunning.)





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Ragnar Ogresbane(formerly Uhtred Ragnarson) stood on a rise in the fields outside of Port Hempstead, looking towards the city.

His vantage point would normally allow him to see over the city walls into the streets proper, were it not for the blasted rain and fog that hung perpetually over the city ever since the tsunami wiped out a good portion of the Mistonian coastline.

The terror of that night came back to him. He had been in the woods south of Krandor, tracking down an ogre band that had waylaid a group of travelers just hours before, killing the leader of the group and forcing the rest to flee for thier lives toward Krandor, all made it.. except one elderly man who wasn't paying attention..stumbled off the road and was snatched up by the sprout of an assassin vine. His screams only served to panic the group once more, and they ran into Krandor seeking some assistance.

There Ragnar stood, looking for a lost gold coin among the knee deep muck that was the town of Krandor these days, when the crowd bowled him over, each terrified citizen stepping over him and pressing him into the foul, viscous mud. Were it not for his armor, the weight of the crowd would have killed him. He nearly drown in a puddle as it was.

When he managed to extricate himself from the mire, he hollered at the people to slow down and explain what happened. They told thier tale and he immediately set out to find the creatures.

After the aforementioned denizens were efficiently dispatched, the weather turned quite foul. The rain suddenly went from a light spatter to a downpour in a matter of seconds. The wind picked up and the trees splintered around him, huge branches crashing the ground as the gale blew through his helm, whistling loudly and making him deaf.

He danced right and left, avoiding timbers as they fell with as much frequency as the rain. On he ran down the road, finally making it to the front gates of Hempstead. He opened the gates, stepped inside the portcullis and was on his way into the deliar temple to get dry when a crowd of citizens, thier faces pale with fright, children in thier arms, were running towards the gate screaming at the top of thier lungs.

"RUN! RUN! THE DELUGE IS COMING RUN!" and Ragnar found himself swept up in the mass of flesh as the terrified crowd ran for high ground. He turned and ran with them, looking back in time to see water crashing down the avenue leading from the dock district. The water was dark, and angry. Filled with debris and mud of all sorts. Bodies as well.. bloated and dead. Even worse, the ones who were still alive, clinging to whatever flotsam they could, screaming to the Gods above to save them from the sucking foam.

He was literally expelled from the gate by the bodies pressing from behind and he ran for the hempstead fields. The sounds of the water filling the courtyard inside the city was echoed and amplified by the walls. It sounded as if a giant drain had been opened, the giant sucking noise accentuated by the cracks and pops of timbers being splintered into toothpicks, and the continued screams of the doomed echoing into the night air..

Those screams haunt his dreams on occasion. He imagines it would be what going to one of the hells sounds like.

On he ran, as he looked back the wave crashed through the gates, heaving the two gate guards off thier feet and carrying them some hundreds of yards down the road before they were finally, miraculously, deposited onto a small rise, where they managed to climb up and weather out the flood.

The rest was a blur of fear, hunger, exhuastion, and the dead and dying as Ragnar assisted as best he could in rescue efforts in the immediate aftermath of the disaster. Once they people that could be immediately helped were herded either to the fields or the tower academy, Ragnar collapsed in a dry, barely standing portion of the Scamps Mug and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, Ragnar stood up and waded through the disgusting floodwaters, now made quite foul by the effluent from the flooded sewer systems. He made it the gate, and made his way to Hlint, where he booked a new room in the Wild Surge Inn(ironic isn't it?).

Soon he was back to work again however, as the recent flooding had flushed all sorts of foul creatures out of thier stench filled holes and out onto the roads. Many a time Ragnar would pass the stripped and naked bodies of unwary travelers and pilgrims tossed into the bushes on the side of the road.

Now, Ragnar patrols the roads often when moving from point a to point b. Often, should you look to either side of the road, or listen closely you will hear him butchering some evil beast and releasing it's soul from the mortal coil to bond with whatever dark god the beasts follow.

Keep an eye for him.. but if you bring up Hempstead.. do not be surprised if he gets a stare that looks a thousand yards long.. and keeps the conversation short and to the point.
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