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« on: January 06, 2007, 12:29:53 am »
I have a need for a great many blank scrolls of hickory and oak parchment.
I will pay the sum of 350 True per roll of 10 hickory scrolls and the sum of 1000 True per roll of 10 oak scrolls.
I will also pay a bonus of 20% if 50 or more scrolls can be delivered together.
Send word to Kavil Yodin if interested.
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« on: May 08, 2006, 01:53:56 pm »
Character name: Kavil Yodin Class: Sorcerer XP TNL: 10,200,000 Race: Human Alignment: Neutral Good Original character submission: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=12293&posts=2#M71457Full name: Kavil Yodin Age: 19 Class: Sorcerer Race: Human Subrace: n/a Alignment: Neutral Good Deity: Lucinda Domains: n/a Bio: Kavil grew up on a small farm a few leagues east of Braswell. The fourth son of six, his was a relatively normal childhood. Average in build and height, he nevertheless stood out amongst his brothers because, well, there was just something about him. He was well-regarded throughout the area as he became known for helping out those who needed it. Even as an adolescent, he found that he could often persuade others to his way of thinking, even if only for a short time. This was especially handy whenever the local bullies threatened him or his brothers. Realizing at the age of 18 that there was little future as the fourth son of a farmer, and not really being all that fond of farming anyway, Kavil took to the roads to see what the future held for him. After a few months of wandering, an old man took up with him, displaying more interest in him than most people did, although why Kavil could not say. This man introduced the teachings of Lucinda to him, and showed him that he had a gift and how to use it. For the first time Kavil felt a sense of purpose, but for what he did not know. Character Development thread: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=12677&posts=40#M150346*********************************************************************** It seems I have reached a seminal point in my life. To move forward, to learn more--both of myself and the world around me, to do more...or perhaps to accept that what I have done so far is enough. It will do me good to reflect on my past so that I may perhaps chart a course for the future. I remember those early days, when the Weave was new and wondrous--it is still wondrous but now is more an extension of me than a new discovery and something that I could not imagine living without. I knew little of the Lady of Magic but thought She would have a profound influence in my life since it must be Her gift that I use. Yet still I do not know if what I do with this gift is what was meant. And if I let my thoughts wander too much, the thought that perhaps this is not Her gift sometimes finds its way into my mind. But if it is not...then from what does this power come? I recall meeting those first friends -- Yar, Rodlin, Esimon, Dorax, Emerald, Rawkwin and especially Annun. More friends came in time but few that would be as important to me as these. Those days, so many years ago, seemed simpler, more care-free. I knew so little back then. We sought adventure and we found it, testing ourselves, growing and learning as we did. In time, we grew comfortable with each other and learned we could do so much more together than we ever could apart. Our triumphs were more special because they were accomplished together; our failures were made more bearable by sharing the sorrow amongst us. But some of those friends are gone now. Yar, taken by the Soul Mother. Emerald, perhaps she's searching still for her family but I have not seen her for many years now. Rawkwin, gone these past few years--I've heard he has returned but I have not yet seen him. And Annun...I pray she still walks softly about the lands but I am no longer what I once was to her. Yes, life seemed simpler then. I slowly began to learn that it was not life that was simple; rather, it was me that was simple. Life is complicated. One of the first experiences that showed me this was an ill-fated trip that began in Hurm. Here I learned of the Sea Elves and unwittingly helped to betray them. At their request, we sought to find and free Carocsa, avatar to the sea-goddess Shindelaria. That journey brought us to the temple of Pyrtechon where she was held captive. And there, a priestess of Mist who had travelled with us slew Carocsa in cold blood, weakening a god and scattering the Sea Elves while at the same time forging a pact between Pyrtechon and Mist. The shock of that betrayal is not forgotten and never could be. Although I did not know it then, I think I began to question the ways of the gods. How could a god ask such a thing -- to murder in cold blood? I have heard Shifter speak of terrible things and seen some of those things come to pass. One thing he foretold was the fall of Roldem to Blood’s forces. A rescue mission was mounted just before to rescue a Lost Soul that was vital to our efforts to defeat Blood. That mission was bittersweet; we saved the Soul but lost Roldem. And although Roldem has been reclaimed, it suffers still because Bloodstone's army had been there. I witnessed the Soul Mother's minion come to claim Yar in the Serpent Mountains. The feeling of emptiness and despair that day has not been forgotten nor has the doubt of the worth of a paladin's vows to his god. I have seen stars in the sky move and shift as the events unfolded in the world. I saw Beryl’s star fall and traveled with others to her temple in Stone to see what it meant. There we found Stone sacked by an army of demons and there I fell along with so many othersin our failed attempt to take the city back from them; only Lalaith survived and it was by her efforts that everyone was brought back from death's door. Perhaps the greatest adventure that I have been part of, or the one that has most affected the world, was the retrieval of the Soul Necklace and Xandrial’s return to his home plane. A terrible journey through some parts of the Abyss that I would hope to never repeat proved successful. Xandrial’s departure weakened Blood and the Soul Necklace later given to Moraken. There are some that would consider my ability with the Weave to be strong. While I know that I am not as strong as some others, I have previously thought myself rather skilled with the few things that I can do with the Weave. However, I have begun to wonder at this more and more. Am I truly all that skilled? I used to be able to hold giants motionless and defenseless by wrapping them in the Weave; that rarely works now, although what I do with the Weave remains the same. Is it my strength that is weakening? Is my knowledge lacking? Is the Weave weakening? Or have all creatures in the world mysteriously become more resistant to the Weave? I fear that I will not be able to fulfill the promise of my future if I cannot answer these questions. There remains much to be done to make the world safe from Bloodstone. And if we prove successful, much will need to be done to restore what has been lost since his shadow fell across the world. I seek purpose beyond that of power for the sake of power, and perhaps I can find that in the service of the Lady. *********************************************************************** Quests of note: 1. Shindelaria's Tears – the fall of Shindelaria and the Sea Elves 2. Rodlin and the Red 3. Dregar series 4. Lost Spirits 5. Soul of a Lost Ancient - Lost Soul and Shifter 6. Fall of Stone 7. Vortex 8. Soul of a Lost Ancient - Soul Necklace and Xandrial 9. numerous spontaneous quests Goals for the future: 1. Kavil has become increasingly interested in learning why he can work the Weave through force of will and would try to learn the source of his arcane abilities. 2. Possibly become a Servant of the Weave
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« on: March 26, 2006, 02:53:27 am »
The link from the Classes page to Paladin may be incorrect. I get a PC page (character named Paladin, Bioware name is Zorromir) instead of the Paladin class page.
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« on: December 22, 2005, 06:24:00 pm »
The spell description for wail of the banshee in-game, in the Layonara campaign handbook, and in the NWN manual all say that the spell affects "all enemies within the area of effect".
I've heard from other players, however, that the wail will affect friendly people, as well (in Layonara). I found a thread in which Tathnolu describes an instance in which he did not cast it for fear of killing another party member, which also leads me to believe that is true.
So, my question is: does wail of the banshee affect party members, or only enemies within the AOE?
Thanks.
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« on: September 16, 2005, 01:05:00 am »
Upon entering a map in the swamp of lost souls, my character was teleported to a ridge at the edge of the map, and there is no way down. Might there be anyone available to assist? Maybe with a ladder, or something?
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« on: August 09, 2005, 12:37:00 pm »
Through much trial and error, and through the generosity of the Lady of Spells, I have learned to make rings of sorcery, useful for those of us who have a natural gift for the arcane arts.
I can make rings that grant its wearer the ability to cast additional spells of the first and second circles. As the time and cost involved to learn this skill has been significant, I ask the following for each:
Ring of Sorcery I - 6000gp -- //3 additional 1st level spells
Ring of Sorcery II - 12000gp -- //3 additional 2nd level spells
However, these prices may be negotiable if sufficient cause can be shown.
Kavil Yodin
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« on: July 05, 2005, 03:45:00 pm »
The Lady of Spells has been overly generous in allowing me to craft one ring of sorcery beyond my needs. I have determined that this ring grants its wearer sufficient energy for three additional spells of the first circle, provided the wearer has a natural gift for the arcane arts.
As this type of ring seems to be difficult to find, I seek 6000 gp for it but am willing to negotiate if sufficient need can be shown.
I am often found near Fort Hope or Hlint, or on the roads between.
Kavil Yodin
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« on: June 02, 2005, 09:34:00 pm »
*written in a clear but plain script*
Two rings of sorcery, preferably a matched set of rings that aid in the mastery of the second circle.
If two such rings are not available, then one ring each that aid in the mastery of the first and second circles.
Will pay a fair price with gold, or barter, and a pledge that the rings will be used in the fight against evil beings everywhere.
If you have such rings available, or know of someone who does, please contact me. I am often found in and around Hlint.
*signed*
Kavil Yodin
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« on: April 30, 2005, 03:08:00 am »
Note
BE WARY!
This day a Paladin of Toran, an Undead Hunter sent from Pranzis, warned my compatriots and me of vampires in and around Fort Hope. He said daylight does not dissuade these vampires from being about but does make it easier to see them for what they are.
The Paladin also warned that these vampires do not stay dead as he did expect after dispatching them. There may be something that is stirring these undead creatures.
*Signed*
Kavil Yodin
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« on: April 25, 2005, 07:40:00 pm »
Journal of Kavil Yodin
*date*
I think it is time I begin recording my journies so that in case I do not see them again, my parents will know they raised a good son, who, if not always obedient, always tried to do right. To my parents: I hope you have by now realized why I had to leave. I could not resign myself to helping my brothers run the family farm for the remainder of my life. Pa knows I was never that good at it.
To you, mother and father, my journey started over a year ago when I left home over your objections. For me, however, it seems as if my journey have just begun. Most of the past year has passed without anything of note happening, with the exception of my travels with an old man who changed my view of the world.
I met this wizened man, who took an interest in me. Why? I cannot say. There is nothing special about me. Nonetheless, an interest in me he took, and we traveled together for a time, going nowhere in particular. I did not mind this in the least, as I really had nowhere pressing to be, and during our time together, he taught me much of the world that I did not know. This led to my realization that despite all I was learning, it was but the smallest taste of what could be known. He insisted I call him "Master", and as he was older and wiser, I saw no reason to object.
The Master taught me much, telling me tales of peoples and places fantastic. Many of his stories I could not bring myself to believe; I think he knew this, but I also think it pleased him that I did not openly discount them. It was important to him that I keep an open mind.
Besides tales, he taught me some more usefull skills. I learned to become somewhat familiar in the most rudimentary forms of defense using a staff, or dagger, or crossbow. I had always managed to avoid serious trouble using my wit and tongue, or in more extreme situations, my feet. The Master was quite clear that this would not always be so.
He also taught me the more elegant aspects of the Common tongue so that I would not always reveal my humble beginnings as the fourth son of a peasant farmer. He explained that the ability to speak well could often open doors that otherwise might remain shut. I find that I often lapse into rougher speech if I am not careful.
But the most important thing the Master did was to introduce to me the teachings of Lucinda, the Lady of Spells. Like all other children, I was given some basic knowledge of the gods, but, again, like most children, these were mere words, lessons to be repeated when asked. Now some of these words have meaning. The Master showed me that Lucinda has touched me in some way, because I have a gift. He showed me of the Weave, and how to be a part of it. Soon, by mere force of will, I was able to conjure light or a mild electric jolt. Not much more than what a skilled entertainer at the local fair could do, but it did open my mind to the possibilities. I knew I would become stronger with practice.
As I practiced, I found that I had attracted the attention of a faery dragon. His name is Forium, and whether I chose him or he chose me, it matters not. He has proven to be a faithful companion, and he has always answered me when I called. I have needed his help on many an occasion.
Only recently, I have found myself in the town of Hlint, on the continent of Mistone. How I got here remains a mystery to me; it would seem that I had a dream in which I talked to a Golden Dragon, and that dream tranpsorted me here somehow. That will surely not satisfy any reader of this journal, as it does not satisfy me, but it is the best explanation I can give for now.
*date*
Today I have met four fellows in whose company I traveled for a fair while. The first, Yar Y'Dnar, is a Paladin. He is quite an impressive individual, and I often wonder what it is he is thinking when he looks at me. I do not know if I measure up to his standards as he seems to be quite experienced. The second is Rawkwin Valerius, a priest devoted to Aeridin. Although not quite as impressive in stature as Yar, Rawkwin appears to be nearly his equal in his knowledge of Mistone. The third member of our party is Esimon Cloudpeek, a Grey Elf wizard. He does not speak to me much and I do not know if it is because he is uncomortable with his surroundings, or if I am just not the type of company he wishes to keep. He does not seem much more familiar with Hlint than do I. The fourth is a Wood Elf, a ranger by the name of Rodlin. He is also very quiet most of the time. I think it will be a long time before I understand elves, if ever I do.
*date*
With Yar, Rawkwins and Esimon, we ventured into some crypts in Hlint. Uncertain of what we were to face and not too sure of my skills yet, I stayed behind Yar and Rawkwins. What a sight they were to behold! Yar tore through those animated skeletons seemingly without effort. So entranced was I in watching him, that I did not see the skeleton who grievously wounded me. I barely managed to block its second swing with my staff before Forium rescued me. This day I learned to be much more mindful of my surroundings.
*date*
I wandered outside Hlint this day with no particular destination in mind. I was not familiar with my surroundings, and I wanted to remedy that. I eventually found myself inside a great hall within a great castle. Before too long, a great many others had gathered there. They all carried themselves with such confidence and might--it was clear that this was a gathering of powerful people. I have never before felt so out of place. I should have left but my curiosity got the better of me, so I waited at the back near the entrance so that I might make a hasty exit should any one of them question my presence.
Then Queen Allurial entered the room, and the hall brightened, as if it had been cast in shadow prior to her arrival. I do not have the words to describe her; she was mesmerizing.
She spoke to the gathering, and there was discussion regarding something called the Snake, and a great many other things that I did not understand. A consensus of some sort was reached, and the gathering proceeded south to Port Hampshire. I wish the journey had been boring, but in truth there was a great deal of fighting against tremendously powerful foes. I did my best to stay out of the way of the Queen's party as well as the enemy, using my limited magics as best I could. I do not know if I was a help, but I do not think I was a hindrance. But the spells and fighting that I saw can scarcely be described. I can only hope someday to be that strong.
There were many heroic acts and displays of power during that journey, but I saw none more impressive than those of a fierce elven lady. I think the Queen had called her Dashiva, and she was intimidating to one such as me. She seemed to have taken charge of the Queen's party. I tried to stay close to her, as I was mightily outclassed by our foes and my desire for safety outweighed my desire to avoid any ill will that my proximity may have caused.
We fought our way through to Port Hampshire, and were there ambushed by invisible assassins. I fell there, and I thought I was dead. But again, I woke up in Hlint, although this time in a much weakened state. After much reflection, I returned to my normal self. I wish I knew what happened to Queen Allurial's quest.
*date*
My abilities have grown as I practice my craft. While I have more confidence in my own abilities, it is clear to me that I will not be able to accomplish much alone. For this reason, I am thankful for my companions: Yar, Rawkwin, Esimon and Rodlin. It has been reassuring to watch them grow into their abilities as I have in mine.
Somehow, Rodlin has begun keeping company with a large bear. Bears were never welcomed when I was on the farm, and I am not comfortable with them now. Rodlin will not part with him, so I think I will have to get used to it. It would be nice, however, if Rodlin would give him a bath every now and then!
*date*
The goblins were up to no good today outside Hlint. Many answered the call to arms and fought against them outside the west gate. For the first time, I saw goblins riding giant wolves, worgs I think they were called, and giant spiders. Just as we had fought them off, a summoning circle appeared near their cave from which many terrible demons emerged. After a long, difficult battle, it seemed as if we had defeated them. Then a fallen angel appeared who seemed to be a messenger from Pyrtechon. She tried to lure us into joining her but I was pleased to note that no one even seemed tempted. When it became clear she would not get what she sought, she left. And a good thing it was, because I do not know if even the mighty warriors who were there could have defeated this evil creature.
*date*
I met a Drow today.
I did not know it at first. Her face was covered, and her skin was not as dark as I had heard it would be, although it was darker than Esimon's. At first, I thought her to be a Grey Elf, like Esimon, and that is what she told us at first.
Some passers-by recognized her for what she was, though, and she admitted to being a Drow. She did not seem to fit any of the stories of the Drow that I had heard, however. She seemed uncertain, furtive, unsure of her surroundings -- nothing like I would have expected from a Drow. She was pleased to have someone to talk to that did not try to run her off -- it seems that has been the more common reaction to her by others. Her name was Annun Firith, and she was not very familiar with the surface world. She approached me once to touch my ears; I suppose because they were dissimilar to those of elves. Nevertheless, I was a bit surprised at her forwardness. She is clearly conflicted but I do not know if it is just because she is unfamiliar with the surface world or if she battles other demons.
After a time, we fought some of those skeletons in the crypt; she was quite adept with her blades and harbors an intense dislike for the undead. That is at least one thing we share. We parted on friendly terms, and I hope that she fares well.
*date*
I have noticed my skills in magic are improving. Finally, after much thought and experimentation, I have taught myself to draw a ball of fire and cast it at a target. I anticipate this will prove most useful, and I hope this will help me be of more use to my companions.
*date*
I met Annun again today. Along with Tomas Vambrace, a mighty Paladin, and some other brave souls, we sought out and defeated a fair number of large ogres. It would seem that Annun and Tomas had become acquainted; Annun said they had had long conversations that were helpful to her. For that I am glad.
As for Tomas, he is quite impressive. He is very good natured and friendly. That should probably not be surprising to me, and yet it is. I suppose I mistrust those with great power, having never really had any myself. Nevertheless, I am happy to have met him.
I wonder if his confidence stems from his connection with his god?
*date*
Yar, Rawkwin, Esimon, Rodlin and I have become comfortable working with each other in our adventures. So much so that I find myself seeking them out when I can. On this day, we ventured into the mines northwest of Haven, hoping to assist the Lord of the land in recovering them from a band of ogres. We fought our way through the upper level of the mines but found ourselves battle-weary and too exhausted to continue deeper. Discretion being the better part of valor, we left and vowed to return another day.
My fireballs did prove useful in this battle. I must better practice where to send them, however, as I singed Yar on more than one occasion. Fortunately for him (and probably me), he heals quickly. I did earn one or two dark glances from him, though.
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