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« on: September 03, 2009, 09:09:08 pm »
The questions that aren't legitimate are like the one which started this thread, which can all be paraphrased as: "why don't you spend more time entertaining me"? I apologize. It was not my insinuation to assume that any of you should entertain me, merely correspond with my language. From the "entertainment" offered thus far it has been quite enjoyable for neither party to have to be challenged by the ideas which I had assumed were created previously in our Lore. -- Which is why I have posted here (unquestioning as well) to find out if Sea Elves actually do exist in our world. It appears that I have disturbed your soft spots but if you all desire a question for which to answer, please entertain yourselves or not-- which appears to be a fond game for some-- with this one; "Are Sea Elves intended to be in the Lore while most, if not some, of our game masters do not fully understand or believe in the concepts of their existence as tended to in Layonara?" For the debate of making it enjoyable for some versus others, once again, I apologize if it has not been as fun as expected for team members but I hope that we can at least feel compelled to make it as harmless as possible for all parties-- This is in regards to the such sentiments as how deep a magical creature (elf) should be allowed to dive into the ocean or whether or not Coral is a plant or other nearly scientific name which is irrelevant to my sense of synonymous phrases. Both of these topics can be taken in account throughout Shindaferio and Boulder's posts with many other things which did not appear essential to submission. Please do not take offense to my initial post as it was exactly as it says, I am not sure that this race is playable. Sincerely.
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« on: August 01, 2009, 10:32:02 pm »
*combined notes appear in the next section once again except this time both are written in fine Dark Elven Script*
My associate and I have made some interesting deductions on the side project of some ancient lore. The powers locked inside this old slab of stone I have been given from the death sorcerer, Ni'haer, may finally be proving a research worthy of our time. Eriis, perhaps Mearden is more fitting for my personal notes, has offered a copy of a note which details a summoning ritual enabling us to bring back the Old Master. Legend tells of an ancient lich with the power over the masses of decay which fill our world. To hasten the decay of nature or to reverse it is a feat much beyond my own skills as of yet - Animating the Dead is much more like puppetry than resurrection.
Mearden spoke of the Shade's Eye or some other such named artifact. This legendary relic might be something worth pursuing in the eyes of this summoning ritual. The Old Master himself must become dominated by our power and three more individuals who study our arts. If we can find more associates in our field we would be truly lucky. My associates decoder and series of notes have been extremely useful, the addendum includes these notes.
*appropriately after are Mearden's Decoder and several other packets of notes detailing the Dark Elven names of the body parts, descriptions of possible interactions with a variety of them and how to manipulate the flow of blood throughout the typical humanoid. The final page is header with the Secret of Five and has some poetry found therein with a quick analysis written in the margins*
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« on: July 28, 2009, 12:37:53 am »
Any update on this? As a bear warrior fan, I'd like to know about the possiblities 
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« on: July 23, 2009, 02:02:08 am »
*Several pages have been bound together by interlocking tears at the top left side, the first scrawled in careful script*
Research has come across with great quantity and qualification. Erris' has made a perfect assistant in acquiring samples. His handy work inside the Fort Vehl labs is just as affective. It is hard to find workers that are not just slightly smarter than bag of caltrops.
Most recently I dreamed up an assignment for he and I both. The Fifth Circle of magic was nearly around the corner, feeling out the nuisances of the hand symbols has been easy but the breakthrough was in the components! Erris and the Bright One named Lilyvaen came to collect several recently deceased subjects. Particular of the third finger down for each of the creatures. Several animated dead were also accompanied in the spell practice. Along with goblin, ogre, dwarf and halfling finger bones. It was made fairly simple for me when I compared the two in terms of necromantic essence! What a break through! Using the Black Onyx as a conductor for the anima of the Krandor undead then applying it to the finger bones of the subjects I was able to understand the distinctions between the builds. When the Black Onyx released it's energies I noticed the power built into the form of it. The oval of ebony, pure Black Onyx, is often weld for necromancy but I never dreamed a creation like this could come so simply! When the stone was placed into the iris of the skeleton it was able to control the frame as if it was in it's previous existence. As if to magically refuse the decay of time, all entropy was reversed! All of the creatures actions were of my mind but completely of it's own volition! Animating Dead has been such as the ancient scrolls themselves dictated! Truly a work worthy of applause for my lab assistants.
*the second page is a detailed picture of a human form, denoting the muscular and nervous system. Several points of interest show bundles of nerves, joint releases with details of how to alter the position of the bones. All of the writing is separate in style from the previous page. A Dark Elven signature lay at the bottom*
*The page after is an attempt of recreation of the first body, possibly a trace. There are new points of interest denoting spots where the Al'Noth is most responsive and to which form of manipulation. Lines are drawn towards source points for the flow of blood and represent the location of pooling areas* *at the bottom more notes are scrawled finely such as the earliest page*
Erriis has offered much to the research of our project. This particular work serves for great interpretation. My own deductions of the humanoid form can be somewhat less refined since I'd prefer to raise the most powerful skeletons, the largest. This page decides that I will work my way from the lower end, humanoids and someday... perhaps I will recreate the ancients, perhaps the dragons! A bit overambitious. With some more research it might be possible to inherit the Necromantic alterations themselves. Erris said something that encouraged me to look into body modifications, such as the Karnaks and over savage tribes have invested themselves in. Belief in the strength of runic tattoos has mythical throughout ages, but it might actually be possible to create scars or tattoos that channel Al'Noth--Further research needed.
*the pages are placed in the pile, combined as one piece*
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« on: June 30, 2009, 02:11:15 am »
*another parchment is added to the pile*
We've finally arrived off of that beautifully burned island! The head of that old man still swells in my memory. It felt so good to release his essence into the ocean, the life blood pouring out so beautifully. And that woman I mauled to death in the Polymorphed form of a Zombie, she tasted so innocent. Of course, knowing how many children and families probably burned after that fireball I let off into the merchant woman's house is the tip of it all. The nights on the boat where completely without restlessness too, the pendant seems at ease for days now. I am completely released and it feels so good. Perhaps even by writing this I am incriminating myself, but it was not against the laws to destroy those abominations that pretend to be decent.
My only regret is to have lost so many perfect subjects for my research... at least I left with several Hawthorn Spore infected apples and berries. If I can infect a subject I might be able to research the affect of the spores on the dying corpse. Or better, the tortured to life... best on a human I think. Those were the primary prey on the island.
Otherwise I hope to get this letter off to the Toranites for research onto the tablet. If Duches was right I might be at risk with it... better off sold or in exchange for magical scrolls and equipment to defend myself. Truly a good plan.
-Nidual Shi'un
*the paper is folded into the shape of a star and tucked beneath the stack*
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« on: June 16, 2009, 06:58:03 pm »
*well written on a piece of oak parchment*
Time has been good to me. My research has dwindled during my recovery of this Rune Covered Pendant but I have come out on top. The nightmares are kind to me if I am unkind to others. It is easy for me let me tongue loose at this point, the foolish uplanders deserve a sickened fate. The pain I have felt is nothing compared to what I will do to them once the outflow of power moves into my possession. Ni'haer has gifted me with an ancient slab of rock. Part of a necromantic rune and the letter M are scrawled onto it, if I can find the complimentary components I believe making use of this rune would be a simple process. *drawn here is a copy of the rune mentioned before*
Let true power reign,
Through nightmarish pain,
Once again I am sane.
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« on: June 16, 2009, 06:53:32 pm »
PM Sent!
Are you still doing CDQ's, Dark?
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« on: May 29, 2009, 11:00:52 am »
Fourth Passing of the Second Life An assault of words can be sharp enough to cut, acidic enough to burn. This assault of my blade will always be sharp enough to change the tides of a battle. This is the natural way, this is what my body was built to do!  With practice and fervor that grace of hers will become mine. Lending me those teachings is like lending me a gift from outside of the mind's eye. I'm driven outside of comfort and outside of reliance, no more of the dwarven juice, her speed is essential to her grace. Those movements will never leave my mind and pursuit.  Spinning so freely! Releasing all of her bodies force in a circle of death!  Fit to cut apart all of her enemies, down to shreds!  Even steel giants have trouble taking apart her graceful movements. Her secret is in the grace of battle, she and I both do not need massive strength. These memories are a token to my drive and training.
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« on: May 19, 2009, 07:01:13 pm »
Third Passing of the Second Life It has been months. My training must keep up, her movements are graceful and amazing at the same time. My homework has been successful and everyday I keep confronting my foes head on. Just as she does in the training. Her boldness is just a ploy, her movements are swift and agile.  Those movements will endure all manner of swings, huge or tiny. That block will always push them back, throw off their defenses for a quick moment! Yes! Then we strike! Haha!  Those simple techniques will build me up to great and amazing moves. Let us keep this persistent, for even she dictates a difficult learning curve.  Let the bottles collect dust! Why my blade gets sharper on the bones of my enemies! This invigoration! Let it last for more, more training, more time!
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« on: March 15, 2009, 10:33:55 am »
*handily scrawled on a fair piece of parchment*
After many days of effort and personal research I have learned to deal with these terrors. While I believe there is a possibility that the pendant itself has become more oriented to my arcane resonance I believe that the connection between myself and this device is superficial. The dreams have subsided only enough for me to be gifted by enough piece of mind to gather confidence and speak with individuals of repute.
This as I the case, I have spoken with Moraken. When I approached him in his tower nearby Hlint, he was nonplussed by my appearance. It is difficult, if impossible to demand respect at my current state. He did not offer much help but his flush of words gave me some understanding of the pendant. The creation of an evil god and the damnation to all who disobey that gods will. I must seek out the individuals who worship each of the gods if I am to understand this pendant better. Perhaps some of my own resources will aid my search.
In the mean time, I feel a much stronger connection with this device and I have brought myself to wear around my own neck. It has taken to my current state and appreciates the use of its powers as a tool. There is much hope, though still I devour slumber sand each night.
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« on: March 15, 2009, 10:24:08 am »
Second Passing of the Second Life My passions invigorate each day. Phyress Sylphide is a heroine in her art. When I first approached her, I thought that she would only have the words of another woman before she took to me. That was foolish to think. I must push away from that constant distraction, my only desire now is for the duel.  I have drawn so near this, my most wholesome effort. It has a name: the duel. An art which I will strive to acquire. Phyress has taken me in as her student. Her attacks are as graceful as the swan as it rises from the pond. I will take her lessons as creed and her words as the only truth. After seeing her I cannot remove her movements from my mind.  Such a beautiful art, it is exactly as I had originally seen it. In that arena from my childhood. That battle which rages in my memories and always encourages extra bottles from the bartender. Such a wonder, to have it finally broken from my mystery. But it will take time. Each lesson will be a key, and I will do as she recommends. This homework, I must confront my enemies in melee combat, face to face and watch how they move...  All her words, stuck in my mind.
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« on: February 24, 2009, 12:55:23 am »
*the page starts at the very tip of the page and holds no title to take or occurrence*
This is where I am left. The amulet has taken my thoughts away from my studies. No, not just from studies. From the world around me. The darkness is so fond my company. It pains my eyes to look even in the darkness now. It enjoys my pain. It gleefully grabs my fears and insecurities. How could this possibly have become of me. I am reduced to asking for assistance in dealing with this curse. Their is surely power kept inside of it but time alone will not unlock the power. I must not succumb to the same weakness that the old man had.
There are some naive upland dwellers who have agreed to help me, least naive of which is Ni'haer. His help will take me away from this curse. I must meet with my resources to disengage these visions. Sleeping is something I thought I could avoid, there is no need for sleep the way that human fool needed. But it is worse without sleep, in meditation I am stolen into trances of the most unpleasant moments. I need to harness this power for my research. If only I could contact more seekers of the Dark Arts. *there is a series of characters that have been blotted out* the viisioions, can't focus. must lo k th reough notes must.must.
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« on: January 15, 2009, 02:07:02 am »
First Passing of the Second Life
Tireless. Must, keep up. I must be tireless. Breath. Step and block, parry and advance. Breath. This has no longer become my training. The forms I learned from the written words of the Shoufal Captain gracefully gleam together with the way the sailors of Hampstead dance with their blades. Slash, stab, breath. I must not tire. Without this I cannot sleep. Without this I cannot awaken. This is not training, this is my life. Where have I been for so long? This is my life. Block, parry, riposte! My hands take this rusty blade and instantly life is once again graces it. There must be more techniques. Flourish, stab and retreat. Breath. Yes that dwarf, Bjorn, he made quite a show of his skill. He spoke of another, a swords woman. Perhaps, cut advance, advance, stab. Perhaps she will know more. Perhaps. Breath. Sheath.
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« on: January 11, 2009, 06:34:17 pm »
Happiii Buuurthdaaaiii!!
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« on: January 08, 2009, 11:08:50 pm »
*the stack of notes has turned into three piles, divided up into archives, current pursuits and a section labeled The Great Library*
*Top page of the current pursuits*
It has finally occurred, I have been banished from the Great Library and several parts of my research will be lost forever to the flames of my pursuers. I have make it a flavored point to evade the disgust these people around me seem to vibrant with, I am not one of them and I must remember my original goals.
It has been years since I left the Library and my research still has nothing to show for my time. I must have completely forgotten my determination, the research became my only interest and it was a fruitless for my hunger.
As I leave here I must enter somewhere else, what could I possibly find out in this wilderness, this chaos of a surface worl-
*the last paragraph is written carelessly and ends abruptly*
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« on: January 08, 2009, 10:59:10 pm »
Nimo's Threads of Knowledge flickered in time and his life passed him in the shantytowns of Hampstead. Memories blurred with the stupor of alcohol and the addictions of carelessness. His obsessions turn to petty smuggling and flirting with barmaids but in time even that fell to carelessness as he began to be swallowed by the sands of time.
But then they came to him, the dreams, "Rintov! You little brat!" the voice of his ancient tutor rang in his mind and he awoke each time, instantly sober, unable to do anything but read and exercise. Only his pursuits could distract him long enough to escape the constant riveting of his childhood. "That is your True Blood" he could feel the disdain and the jealousy he possessed for the skill of those fighters he observed in his last moments with his earliest caretaker. His pettiness in life gave him the desecration worthy of his low birth and this is what drove him out of his hovel.
Nimo sold his homely possessions one by one and worked his body back into shape, his mind pushed once again into his thirst for knowledge. A trip to the treasury and he was suited up once again, truly with the will to learn of his capabilities. To learn the names of those swordsmen, those two who dueled.
Here again, are the passages of Nimo Rintov.
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« on: January 18, 2007, 01:17:23 am »
The Seventh Passing
Shoufal, the land of year long winters, a town where I did not expect to pick this book from a stranger's house. Who would have thought that this old diary would be so fascinating, the man was a gaurd captain here. He lived here his whole life and told many stories about how shocked he was when adventurers came through. The way we dress and the way we talked, it appears he once had many friends or at least he thought they were friends. Through countless raids against the giants and many gaurd stations wrecked he was the last survivor of his generation, the only one to die from old age. He wrote of this land as if it was the most wonderful place on Layonara. This mans passion was not only in his land but the art of battle as well. He wasn't the captain of the gaurd simply because of seniority, he was a strategic genius. Fight small forces in small quarters, never lose the front line and always judge the enemies ability from experience and scout knowledge not from prejudice or simple emotional interference. Not only tactical warfare but close combat as well, this man was also enthralled by the heat of battle. The footwork and maneuvaring involved and the points on an enemy that would cause them to fall. This book is a treasure to me now. Perhaps the second reading will prove more interesting than the first.
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« on: January 18, 2007, 01:06:49 am »
*the lists stop for two pages of daily writings*
The inn here is barely decent for me to sleep in, the food is barely only to the extent of choking it down. I miss you Dhe'Zhal, miss the tower, miss the library with so many books I may never get to read, miss the clean life we had. I even miss the servants. Here no one is a servant, how do they get anything done? Women do not hold all the power in the land and people tend to say whatever is on their minds. Of course my politeness is wasted at times but the way all these people talk, it is so straightforward. No chasing for the right answer is neccesary. Some of this land is not entirely useless.
However these commonfolk rarely have the information I seek but everytime I win the favor of one I feel the next will have what I need, or know some one who does or somewhere to read about it. Will I be searching forever, checking leads and following clues to quick dead ends. I've decided to help Ronus today, a caravan master, travelers are sure to know much of the people to speak with.
*the writting ends and is continued on the oter side*
Invariably odd life. While inside the Red Light Caverns, after I awoke from a safe sleep and took provisions, I headed to end the life of the goblin war master and just as I approached his chamber a rather muscular dwarf ventured into my presence. We quickly got to know each other and learned how each could be of use to the other. This master smith tought me some of smelting that I do believe will be useful to me in the future. However the most important word he said to me was... well "necromancer." Yes, can you believe it Dhe'Zhal, an advanced necromancer in the town not far, Leilon. Az-Ptol is his name and I must seek him for "tutoring" as Bjornigar put it. Maybe I will never be dubbed his apprentice and that is fine with me, for my only true teacher is you Dhe'Zhal. I will find you.
*written below appears to be a memo*
"Bjornigar Enterprises: 128 Leilon Way" - Czukay, Skabot, Az-Ptol. Bjorn sent me.
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« on: January 16, 2007, 11:24:05 pm »
*The next page has a hand traced map of Rilrara and on the opposing page is an alphabetical list with headers and recorded information evenly laid out with perfect straight lines*
[TABLE=head;sort=1a,2,3] Towns of Rilrara| Information Leads| Notes|
Aeluin| | |
Aglon, Fort| | |
Amor| | |
Arbur| | |
Aros| | |
Arryn| | |
Balar| | |
Bitterbridge| | |
Bloody Gate| | |
Caitlin| | |
Casterly Castle| | |
Dinnen| | |
Dreadlot, Fort| | |
Drengist| | |
Ereb| | |
Eyrie| | |
Flint| | |
Galen| | |
Gill| | |
Harren| | |
Haven| | |
Himlad, Fort| | |
Karchy| | |
Kings Landing| | |
Kraken| | |
Landros| | |
Lann| | |
Lannisport| | |
Maidenpool| | |
Mander| | |
Narog| | |
Oldcrown| | |
Paroth| | |
Points Harbor| | |
Pyke| | |
Randal, Fort| | |
Rosewood| | |
Scone| | |
Scorn's End| | |
Searfall, Fort| | |
Sirion| | |
Sunspear Castle| | |
Talach, Fort| | |
Tarth| | |
Tarth| | |
Thangellion| | |
Torlen| | |
White Harbour| | |
Wyck| | |
[/TABLE]
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« on: January 16, 2007, 11:11:35 pm »
The Sixth Passing
Training has become most exhilirating, the battles themselves hold more value than the victory. However the victory still holds coin and that will help me considerably if I am to achieve greatness. Fame and fortune are my keys to the door of life! Perhaps I go too hard on some people, their company is not too terribly bad. What would my extraordinary prowess be without people to show off to? I will prove to them that even an odd outsider such as myself can hold even. My possible friends will reap fame and my soon to be dead enemies will reap my fortune. Behold a new dawning Nimo, we will take this life into our hands and craft it into an undying legend.
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