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Development Journals and Discussion / Cam's Landlubbin Log.

« on: September 03, 2004, 08:45:00 am »

Log #1.
     Three day's on land. More than I've ever spent in one place. The women here are truely terrifying. Big swords, maces, and bows. It's like they're on a Man-Hunt. At least it used to be, when a woman wanted to kill you, you wouldn't know until you were looking at the wrong end of a knife. But here it's forget secrecy, let's just swing around our giant butter knifes and see what we can hit.
     Mungo....delightful guy really. Eating goblins though. That is not quite what I'd call proper manners. Then there's Shard, always looking off into space. Seems whenever I look though, whatever he was looking at goes away. Quite the disapointment because it looks very interesting whatever it is. Delarade, beautiful woman but as I've said in the above paragraph, runs aroudn swinging a giant mace. Nearly took my head off the other day. And last of the people I've met is Kale. Want's to be a "Hero." But I told him, I said, "Too many heroes, not going to be anything for them to do if this keeps up. You should become a Demon Prince," I said. "Yes yes, a Demon Prince that's where the adventure is. Won't find any adventure if you try and do what ever bloody person in the whole world is doing. Have to set the trend not follow it." Not sure if he took me seriously or not, but who does?
 
                              End Log.

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Development Journals and Discussion / Vic'Rynqualyn's Journal of Observations and Events

« on: August 24, 2004, 09:23:00 am »

Log #1.
    Reflecting on the moments of my outcasting I realize that it was not a curse, or a wrong doing, but a hidden blessing. This new world surface world, with it's many naive beings, and it total sense of security is quite intriguing. I meet a distans cousin of mine upon my arrival and to my surprise the conversation went as follows.
  Elven Cousin: "Are you friend or for?"
  Myself: "I am not here to kill you, however friend or foe has yet to be decided."
  Elven Cousin: "Then you are not an enemy?"
  Myself: "Apparently not."
  Elven Cousin: "Perhaps we should head back to town to continue talking?"
  Myself: "No, I do not think so."
  He then spoke something of having a strage respect for me even though we are two races at war. Shocked, is not a word strong enough to describe my surprise when he spoke this. I of course needed to reflect on this and ended the conversation as follows.
  Myself: "I do not share the same respect for you My Darthiir Cousin, and now must take leave, for I no longer wish to speak with you."
  Of course I immediatly went to reflect upon this conversation. The caution in my cousins voice was neither that of one with fear or hatred towards me. It is common knowledge that not all drow follow the ways of the underdark, which is what some may call "evil", but it certainly does not mean that all drow who come to the surface are "good". I then thought from this experiance that perhaps the anger that has plagued the elven civilizations has finally disappated but surely enough there are 10 Darthiir that still hold anger for every 1 that does not.
  Another observation I have made is that the humans, dwarves, Darthiir, halflings, and even half breeds travel together in what one may call packs, or as I have heard them called "Adventuring Parties". I now know that there is no way I will be able to compete with these surfacers if I do not have my own group of "Adventurers". For this I will require others such as myself to travel with.
  For the most part though, it seems that much of the anger with 200 years prior would have gotten me killed on sight has disappated, and I am glad for it. It will make acquiring power far easier.
                          End Log.

[[SIZE=16]Entry #1. [/SIZE][/b] [SIZE=16][/SIZE][SIZE=16] Key, a colorful name for a colorful person, too colorful if you ask me. As far as I can tell she’s on of a kind, rude, tough talking, tough acting, oh and it seems I’m no longer human, I’m a Rustin’ Prime. She claims to be a Planar for an outer plane, *laughs slightly then continues writing*, that’s as likely as the priests of Toran being right about my father’s condition. Ah yes she also claims there are more Devils than just one, *smiles to himself as he records this* Yes, yes, that’s it, she’s a devil and I’m a demon, that’d explain the little voices in her head. Oh yes she’s a tricky one but we seem to have something in common, every thing goes dark when we want it to, which I’m guessing means I have acquired a bit of arcane power, quite the skill to pick up in these times. [/SIZE][/b] [SIZE=16][/SIZE][SIZE=16] Then there is a man named Xander, polite fellow, almost as good looking as me yet I have a hard time making eye contact with him. It causes me pain in my right arm and a burning in my eyes. Probably another Wizard, a protective spell perhaps, it really doesn’t matter anymore, just a happening I thought to record. [/SIZE][/b] [SIZE=16][/SIZE][SIZE=16] And last in this entry I will record a bit of my newest friend, Asteroth a talented wizard. We have made quite the dynamic duo, a trio if you add his little dragon friend. We’ve completed quests and continue to find more. One thing however has disturbed me, Asteroth inquired to whether I was a Tiefling or not. Quite the accusation to make I of course denied, but it has left me wondering, why would he say such things? Does something about me truly emanate and evil that others can feel? But this is my chance for adventure and childish nightmares must be put aside. [/SIZE][/b][/b][SIZE=16][/SIZE][/b][SIZE=16]*closing his red leather bound book Pheir laughs once more shaking his head and continues on his way to the inn for some dinner*[/SIZE][/b]]

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Development Journals and Discussion / Demoic discoveries.

« on: August 16, 2004, 11:10:00 am »

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[SIZE=16]  Key, a colorful name for a colorful person, too colorful if you ask me. As far as I can tell she’s on of a kind, rude, tough talking, tough acting, oh and it seems I’m no longer human, I’m a Rustin’ Prime. She claims to be a Planar for an outer plane, *laughs slightly then continues writing*, that’s as likely as the priests of Toran being right about my father’s condition. Ah yes she also claims there are more Devils than just one, *smiles to himself as he records this* Yes, yes, that’s it, she’s a devil and I’m a demon, that’d explain the little voices in her head. Oh yes she’s a tricky one but we seem to have something in common, every thing goes dark when we want it to, which I’m guessing means I have acquired a bit of arcane power, quite the skill to pick up in these times. [/SIZE][/b]
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[SIZE=16]  Then there is a man named Xander, polite fellow, almost as good looking as me yet I have a hard time making eye contact with him. It causes me pain in my right arm and a burning in my eyes. Probably another Wizard, a protective spell perhaps, it really doesn’t matter anymore, just a happening I thought to record. [/SIZE][/b]
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[SIZE=16]  And last in this entry I will record a bit of my newest friend, Asteroth a talented wizard. We have made quite the dynamic duo, a trio if you add his little dragon friend. We’ve completed quests and continue to find more. One thing however has disturbed me, Asteroth inquired to whether I was a Tiefling or not. Quite the accusation to make I of course denied, but it has left me wondering, why would he say such things? Does something about me truly emanate and evil that others can feel? But this is my chance for adventure and childish nightmares must be put aside. [/SIZE][/b]
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[SIZE=16]*closing his red leather bound book Pheir laughs once more shaking his head and continues on his way to the inn for some dinner*[/SIZE][/b]

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Development Journals and Discussion / Farewell-ByeBye

« on: June 20, 2004, 05:03:00 am »

  Halson walks out along the road as if he's in a trance. Just walking. No sword or sheild in hand just a blank mindm and unseeing eyes. Just walking.
      Thor runs along a road heading to somewhere that will get him lost. Stuffing his face with rice cakes. He's searching for a DeepGnome god. Everyone has a god and Thor wants one too. So Thor will find one.
    //Gah I am too tired to write a descent Dev for both characters so this is all I've got. Packing up the PC today I'll still be on the boards just not IG. So this is bye for a while. And to Big L and the GM team this is the greatest place in the world you should be proud of yourselves, I know I am.