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Messages - Fian Bearsark
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« on: July 05, 2006, 08:19:43 am »
I am selling some fine gear for a dueling, grace fighter, each has served me well for a long time, but now I must sell it to upgrade some things.
The first is a fine rapier I used in my offhand:
Iron rapier +1 Enhancement, 1d4 Cold Damage, Low Light Blue (lvl 9 req. I think) 6,000 gold
The next is wonderful light clothing, supple and protective against fire:
Iron Reinforced Clothing +1 AC, No Max DEX limit, Fire Resist 5/-, Light Dim Red (not sure of level req.) 8,000 gold
I am often around the Hlint area
Drawna
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« on: July 03, 2006, 06:32:48 pm »
Mimir sits at a table near the back of the Wild Surge Inn and drains a tankard of ale. After an obigatory belch, he digs out a battered, stained journal and fishes out a stylus.
"I've found myself holed up in Hlint for a while. Its a quiet enough town, though the areas around hold some danger to them. I can't find enough coin to get better armor. I'm left with the flimsy leather I left the Peaks in.
Many elves and humans about. It makes me more than a little unsettled. An elf lass spoke in the Father Tongue to me, I almost fell in the campfire at the sight and sound of that. I need to be more careful about what I say around these strangers.. i...a....bl....(*ale stain blots out the writing here*)
I saw a wee little man no more than 4 handspans high or so. He was cooking fish! He was well-spoken and polite enough. Called himself some gibber in Bird Chatter, then said he was also called Bumblebee.
Magic is borne by several from what I have seen, and it makes me even less trustworthy. Only thing worse than an elf chirping and casting is an elf chirping and casting behind me.
I have fought well so far, though my weapons are lacking. Me shield is better used to sift for gold than defend my left. Ah, well. I need coin, By Stone! I fought skeletons who hit hard, abominations who do not see the light of day. They hold some coin, though I wish it was more. I have bled alot since coming here, though I care little. I will kill just about anything I can get gold from at this point, regardless of the risk.
You know you have nothing (* the rest is smeared roughly out, almost in anger*)
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« on: June 30, 2006, 08:21:09 am »
The following are items I can't carry or store anymore. Please buy them all! 1 Iron Light Flail (+1 Enhancement) 1000 gold each Cougar Hide Armor Max DEX 4 , Base AC3, AC +1 vs. slashing, Tumble +3 4,000 gold Iron Rapier +1 Enhancement, 1d4 Cold Damage, Low light Blue 6,000 gold (lvl req. 9 I think) Iron Reinforced Clothing AC+1, Fire Resist 5/-, Light Dim Red 8,000 gold Robes of Acid Damage Resistance Acid 10/- 5,000 gold 1 Box of Aloe 1000 gold
I am often in the Hlint area, Drawna
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« on: June 27, 2006, 05:26:18 pm »
Drawna sat in a window booth in the Scamp's Mug Inn, watching the leaden clouds roll by over Hampshire. Before her sat the lunch special, picked over, and an empty glass of cheap wine. She had grown accustomed to the weak drink in her poverty. Thoughts tumbled about in her head with such violence she felt compelled for once to do something to quiet them. Digging through a pouch at her waist, she produced a stylus and a folded bundle of blank paper.
" I saw it. Pranzis. I did it with the help of Armolas. A dear man who was willing to help me sneak in and take a look around. I know we can get it back. We just need the time to be right. Oh, the trees there! They are all burnt....
Devastating and deeply saddening. But its there! The house is ok too. I couldn't see the garden but I think it's ok too. Armolas had some stuff to work through too I think. He was pretty broken up. (*note to self- sometimes sexy when men cry*)
I have met many people lately who are just great. This war has bonded. galvanized. A movement is already afoot to take back Pranzis:
Balazar - Paladin and all-around good guy, and actually has a sense of humor unlike most Tin Men. Even got a rose off him ! *smiley face drawn*
Thomas (didn't catch his last name) - another Tin Man, committed to leading a force to re-take Dregar. He seems serious to this end. Keep in touch with him
Elgon Merric (or is it Merrick?-can't remember) - he seems at peace in nature and probably alone, but seems to be a thinker.
Marainna! - oh, I realize now how I missed her! She was one of the first people I met and never forget she saved me from gobbies! I may give her some of my dresses I can't carry anymore.
Lark - a very ambitious cleric who is young but eager to see everything. Gotta stick with her for loot. Her magic is nice for combat *draws a devil face*
Marvis- a halfing ( I think-can't tell some of those shorties apart)- young but willing to travel and lay down a few spells. He may be of use down the road
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« on: June 15, 2006, 02:13:25 pm »
I would like to thank all those in the Dire Wood romp last night for a great time. After a year and a half I decided to stop by and see how things have progressed. The first few times back, I didn't know anyone. Then slowly I saw a few people here and there that I remembered, and suprisingly, remembered me. Last night in a group of 9 others (Silverhand, Tannet, Tegan, and others I unfortunately can't recall) Drawna returned to the "old days" of Layo. This was my first online server ever, and it made quite an impression on me that seems to still remain. The RP was top-notch, people were deliberate in their speech and actions, and the tension before a battle was savored.
I fondly recall the days of parties of 8-10 people gathering to raid the Berhagen, grumbling, bickering, and boasting the whole way through. I can say from personal experience the fear of the wilds in Layo has always created strong parties and thus strong Roleplay. This unfortunately doesn't exist on many other servers. I hope to stop by in the days ahead to visit and wander about, though I will be doing so mostly with Drawna. When I left 18 months ago, Fian wandered through Hlint handing away gold and equipment to innocent bystanders. He is left only with his greatsword and kilt and not a penny to his name. (Think pensioner, though he still has all his teeth). Besides, Drawna has a much better wardrobe.
P.S. I was most impressed by all the hard work and organization that went into the LORE package. The list of PrC classes is tantalizing, and was one of the reasons I returned.
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« on: June 15, 2005, 09:33:00 am »
I have decided to leave Layonara for quite some time, possibly permanently. This was the first server I played on and I have learned alot about the game itself as well as learning all of the social aspects of a PW. My time here has generally been a positive one and I will miss many interactions with a long list of characters. I had some great experiences here, many of them downright hilarious, and I apologize to anyone who may miss Fian and Drawna; however I am confident with the new influx of characters these two will not be missed.
That being said, I would also like to express a caveat to those who build this community whether they be player or Dm/Administrator : Criticism is not a bad word. It really isn't. A thought expressed which is tangential to the existing state of things is a great thing. My reasons for leaving will not be listed here as I have seen what happens to a person who says such things in this context. Suffice it to say however, I think it would do many well to visit other servers and see how things are done. There is always room for improvement, especially improvement you are not open to. Perhaps this is the most valuable change to be made.
As I said I have learned a lot about this game engine and the PW community here. But I feel that learning is coming to an end in this place. My frustration level and discouragement is high here anymore. I am beginning to learn more on other servers, particularly on the server Amia (amiaworld.net) and a newer server called Silver Spire (silver-spire.com) I can be found on these two under a different screen name. (Hey if you like -try and guess who I am!--or just ask.)
There are a thousand things I could say here both for and against Layonara. I think really I will just say goodbye and good luck.
P.S. To anyone with whom Fian or Drawna have unresolved business negotiations, I will continue to look for you and finish anything I need to. Thanks.
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« on: May 23, 2005, 07:52:00 pm »
I am currently stuck behind the South Gate Wall in Fort Hope if anyone is on who can help. Thanks.
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« on: May 11, 2005, 10:43:00 am »
A big thank you to Amaris for last night's quest. Firstly, it was great to finally find Lannisport - I never knew how to get there before. Secondly, thanks for having a quest in a time slot I could actually see through to the end. Thirdly, thanks for allowing us to stop flagrant pie abuse. I won't thank you for the baby Drake.
Also thanks to Atlas for his assistance where ever it was needed. I'll be looking for the sequel to this so I can see how we catch what we are supposed to catch alive!
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« on: April 20, 2005, 10:05:00 am »
E'm lookin tae empty a crate in mae house. Here's what's in it:
Iron Weapons:
Morningstar 1500 gold
Falchion 1200
Heavy Mace 1200
2 Great Axes 2000
Armor:
Studded Jaguar Leather 3500 gold (Lvl 9, +3 Search, Spot, Tumble +1 vs. Pierce)
Lesser Monk's Armor 2000 (Lvl 7 +1 AC, +2 Discipline)
Dire wolf leather 20,000 gold (Lvl 15, +2 AC, Damage Immun. Slashing 5%, Skill Bonus Discpline +3)
Lion Leather Armor 6500 (Lvl 10 +1 AC , +1 Will, +3 Tumble, +2 AC vs. Pierce)
Iron chainmail 2200
Ore:
12 Iron ore - 40 gold/ingot
3 iron ingots - 50 gold/ingot
12 bronze ingots - 30g/
8 Tin ingots - 20gold/
4 gold nuggets - 200/nugget
1 gold ingot - 250/ ingot
Too many animal pelts to list! (83 total)
4 boxes of Skeleton knuckles - I usually take 3 potions of Cure Mod. Wounds (target) for each box or gold if ye got it
1 box of hops - 100 gold
Give mae an offer on these things!
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« on: March 29, 2005, 05:45:00 pm »
Drawna Eldreal sat quietly beneath a pine tree overlooking Lake Palden. She stared at a small island just offshore, scene of the recent nuptials of Brisbane and Plenarius. The simple white gazebo bore mute witness to the love and friendship of two people and their pledge to one another. She could just make out the dried husks of remaining decorative flowers strewn about the patch of dry land. She had enjoyed the event more than she had expected; weddings were always a source of discomfort and constriction to her. After all, when Gascon started talking of marriage her feet became cold enough to freeze water. She slipped away in the night just a few days later, never to see him again. And so her reaction to this marriage was odd, it almost plagued her in its insistence that it was a sacred thing she had witnessed.
The sun danced between the clouds overhead, dappling the waters before her and enlivening the birds in their songs. The blonde woman slowly began combing her hair out with a pearl-encrusted comb, a gift of her mother on her 12th birthday. Her mother had always wished her only daughter to be married, but only little Alaric has bound the knot so far. He would be happy with a woman taking care of him she thought, bemused. She settled against the pine bark and gazed lazily out over the lapping water, setting her comb aside.
Slowly Drawna opened her eyes, to reveal a sight curiously divergent from her previous view. A great thrust of mountains greeted her, towering overhead like a fortress of some great Emperor. The peaks were capped in snowy rainment and evergreen trees dotted the slopes. White mountain flowers grew in clusters here and there, drawing lazy bees to their sweet nectar. Just above her, some 50 yards away, an outcropping of rock shaped like a bowl held an even odder vision. A flawless and shining white dress hovered motionless above the grey rock, as if everything around it had been carefully orchestrated to
present it to the slim blonde figure below. She smiled faintly and worked her way carefully along the slope to reach the dress.
As she drew near she could see the immaculate workmanship of the dress, as it was covered in a dew of white pearls over the whole of the satin fabric. The dress was cut low in front, the bodice formed of wonderous knotwork icing. Her eyes grew wide in disbelief as she stretched out her hand to feel this creation's smooth surface. She knew it would fit her perfectly. A sensuous smile crept across her lips.
Just then a sound, a note it seemed, of deep ominous quality emanated from the mountains all around. Drawna's breath quickened, she reached out to the dress to clutch it to her. Black clouds raced overhead all at once, the ground rumbling in response to their appearance. The lone figure on the slope searched about in desperation for somewhere to hide, clutching the dress to her like a child would a
favorite toy. But something stopped her dead in her steps, something unspeakable and horribly familiar.
From the ground itself, further up the mountainside,a form arose as if coagulating form the rock itself. A great heat followed with it, withering the mountain flowers and trees all around. Drawna stumbled in fear as she backed away, and the dress flew up out of her hands to float over her in dominance. The shape grew enormous behind the dress, and great black wings spread out to either side. The dress itself began to transform in the heat, turning pitch black. Though oddly all of the delicate workmanship remained unharmed, even the white pearls had become black onyx beads.
Drawna covered her face in terror, feeling tears of fear running down her cheeks. Yet she felt somehow that this was familiar, it sounded within her as a half-remembered time. Slowly she gazed upwards to the visage she knew would be there. Only a smoky form greeted her but the voice was clear enough:
"You shall be my Mistress. This dress is for you my dear. It is an Honor. You must see that no?"
The dress moved dutifully toward her, opening empty arms to meet her in an embrace. Dazzled by the flawless dress and the power of the voice ringing in her ears, Drawna screamed.
And awoke beneath a pine tree looking out over Lake Palden, the recent scene of two people pledging their love to one another. Only the birds heard the slim woman crying.
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« on: March 14, 2005, 09:44:00 am »
Altha Eldreal looked up from her knitting as the butler approached with a messenger-boy in tow. She smiled woodenly as only the wealthy are known to do in the presence of the lower class. The boy hesitantly offered her a weathered,tri-folded piece of parchment with several post dates stamped on it. She knew immediately who it was from.
Dismissing the boy with a gesture to Nils to tip the urchin, Altha slowly unfolded the letter to reveal her daughter's handwriting:
Dearest Mother,
If you are reading this that means my extra "incentive" to that dour ship captain in Fort Velensk paid off. Mail does not seem to be a top priority in Mistone. I will try to write more often as the oppurtunity presents itself.
I do hope all is well with you and the family. Is your ankle getting better after the fall? Why you don't have the groundskeeper care for your roses I will never know. I miss their colors in the summer! Did you get the yellow ones to come back this year? Those were always my favorite.
I can't believe Alaric is marrying that silly girl. I suppose he will benefit greatly from her father's business though. I'm sure there is a place for him that will suit his talents. Little Tal will probably be next to bind the knot before me though! Don't hold your breathe mother. (smiley face drawn in)
I hope father is well. I do miss him you know. I hope he misses me. Tell him I said hi. (*The writing here falters*)
I have seen many things here on Mistone, many not nice at all. I was in a group which penetrated the heights of the GreyPeak Mountains, a haunt of foul ugly Ogres and a few Giants. All was well until we sought out an oil which a rather irresponsible girl in a nearby town keeps losing. She dresses a bit utilitarian as well. You know, all armor and no style. Anyway, we came upon a horrible chief who held the oil and everyone except one person was cut down. It was awful. I hid as best I could and snuck away. I felt terrible at first for leaving everyone behind, though there was nothing I could do. I need to learn to protect myself better and am intent on learning. That was a month or so ago, and I still have nightmares of those Ogres.
I have bought several nice dresses while here, though tailors skills here seem mostly devoted to armors or simple materials for the most part. One such tailor, Derrick, made me a wonderful outfit with Iron woven into it! It is light and I made it a nice two-tone blue. (You always said I looked good in blue!) It is supple and strong - sometimes blades just slide off of it! I hope to find more artisans like the kind in Pranzis to make me some better dresses. Really, these people need to make fashion a bit more of a priority.
I hope everyone is healthy and happy. Please ask father to write if he gets a chance. The mail service here is not the best, but I should get your letters eventually.
Love,
Drawna
Musing over the light, bubbly script a moment longer, Altha slowly folded it back up and slid it into the drawer of the table next to her. The hint of a smile played across her lips and then was gone.
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