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« on: January 06, 2006, 06:54:00 am »
*Seeing the note posted and the illeged properties of this spear. Chanda adds the following to the bottom*
I offer 14,500 gold.
Chanda
High Priestess of Corath
*skull with a sword through it*
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« on: January 06, 2006, 06:18:00 am »
*Chanda takes the bound tome, whipes off some of the dust that dimishes the blackness of the book. She leafs through the yellowing pages to the next blank page. Dipping her raven feather quill into some ink she begins to scratch the following entry in her journal*
The temple is complete. All the suffering and saving has been worth it. Once more there stands a center of darkness upon this continent of Mistone. Once more his blackness will issue forth to corrupt and overcome the people of this land. The location of the temple is only known to the worthy. I have established a lose treaty between the local inhabitants; the treaty is simple really I will have the land where the temple resides and they will keep adventurers away. Fear is a powerful motivator of the weak of mind. The time soon approaches for the dedication of the temple, the construction of the temple has been a great price both monetarily and at the cost of followers.
I was discussing our plans for the dedication of the temple with Ramanon when an icy cold chill filled the room. A chill the likes of which I have only experienced a few times before, and then only in the pressence of the Black Sun. Darkness filled the room and a shadow appeared moving in the darkness. Even before he bid us kneel I was upon my knees. His words filled the chamber and echoed throughout the temple. "Behold Priestess the price of failure." He approached Ramanon and placed his hand firmly upon Ramanon's forehead. His hand glowed red consuming the soul of Ramanon. Screams of pain and anguish eminated from the frame of the mage, as his body was now glowing red. I watched the work of the Black Sun for what seemed like ages but was only seconds. When he had finished all that remained of Ramanon was a smoldering pile of ash and the clothes with which he use to be dressed. His Unholiness turned to me and repeated the words again, "Behold Priestess the price of failure." He stepped back into the darkness and was gone. There will be no marker errected for Ramanon, failure is not rewarded nor is it honored.
This past night once again I have been found worthy to stand in the pressence of the Avatar of Corath. I was wandering the forests of Seilwood when the dark mark appeared all around me. The darkness, the icy cold filled the air, I noticed the dark outline of a familiar persona. He commanded me to kneel and then his raspy, harsh voice filled the forest. "Priestess, my power shall soon arise. The Mother searches and will likely fail. That will be the time to strike, do not fail me." He promptly departed but his pressence once more overcame me and a fainted from the loss of blood. The darkness swirled around me as I faided in and out of consciousness. I heard voices, were they His voice or the voice of another. I awoke a few hours before dawn to find myself surrounded by a group of people in the house of the Witch of Seilwood. My mind had returned enough to know that I must not wait anylonger in these woods. I fled from their and immediately found Cassandra waiting upon a hill outside of Hlint. She aided me back to the safe house, my state still weakened from the events of earlier that night. Cassandra had news, she spoke of the Skull suddenly moving in the sky about midnight this past night. The Skull arises.
*Sets the quill done then promptly repicks it up and writes the following*
I have recorded the prophecy of the Black Sun upon a scroll and sent it to the Library for furture study on my part. There will be no fail in our attack.
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« on: January 06, 2006, 05:36:00 am »
To answer your question, and this is unofficial since I am not a GM, but since you do not have a deity the system reads blank and should default to your current. But you already know that nothing is going to change so save your money and don't use the censer.
Basically, the item will read your deity field and since it will not find a cooresponding entry (just like if you misspelled your deity name on charater creation) and will default back to the original summons.
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« on: January 03, 2006, 05:51:00 am »
// As a reminder, it is against the rules to lure or drag oxen or horses to a location that they might be killed. I believe this is called griefing and the GMs will punish offenders for such actions. So if you feel it your duty to "free" or "move" peoples oxen or horses then you are liable for those animals should they die.
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« on: January 02, 2006, 09:49:00 am »
Can you attack from horseback? Cast spells? Or can you merely travel and have to dismount to fight?
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« on: December 25, 2005, 05:57:00 am »
*Chanda on her dark rounds of Mistone happens by the long scribbled scroll attached to the bulletin board. She cackles and evil laugh as she reads the messages posted. She stops for a moment on the comments about the drow being involved. She takes the scroll and in blood red ink (perhaps even her own blood), she scribes the following on the bottom of the note.*
"Here ye, here ye all ye would be heros, cowards, false bravados, Maggots ... Acacea, and so called "Defenders" of Mistone. Give up your hopeless attempts to retake Stone, it is lost. Or perhaps you haven't been back to Stone since its fall? Blood has done an excellent job in reinforcing his posistion on Rilara. He has called for some of his most powerful servants to hold the pathetic RUINS of Stone. And while you all bicker back and forth, with your who-done-its, and call to arms, Blood grows ever stronger. What will he take next? Where will he strike and conquer next? It is hopeless ... call for your paladins and your finest warriors, they will be the first blood split in the wave that is set to overcome you. So enjoy your good nights rest, all the while knowing that when it is all over my Lord will come to claim your remains.
Rather than donating your arms and weapons to the defense of Mistone I would reccomend you making a collection of gold to ransome your pathetic lifes from the eminant rule of Bloodstone."
*signed with a skull with a sword through it*
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« on: December 24, 2005, 01:31:00 pm »
Well, I don't think we need to stop auctions. Emeralds, diamonds and rubies are now harder to find. You won't see one on a greenstone deposit. Already we have seen a reduction in the number of emerald auctions. Those who say they found on in copper, ect... found them before things were adjusted. The GM team is aware of the problem and are working to solve issues of low level players getting rich quick. There is nothing wrong with an auction, there is somethign wrong with undercutting the price.
Have faith the GMs are working on the economy issues.
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« on: December 22, 2005, 12:49:00 pm »
Well most all items can be customized with the right customization "crafting" tools.
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« on: December 22, 2005, 07:18:00 am »
Orth,
You mentioned that the blank scrolls will be limited in their capacities, what is this limit and will blank scrolls come in varying lengths/ blank books?
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« on: October 26, 2005, 07:16:00 am »
Something to remember ... while Obsidian is saying as of right now they will not make NWN2 compatiable for Mac/LInux, in the end the all mighty dollar, peso, yen, euro, pound, ect... is what will determine everything. I honestly can't imagine a game company passing up the opportunity to sell their game to a large market of customers like that. Mind you the initial release won't be compatable, I would wager within a year on NWN2 coming out you will see the other versions make their way into the public's hands.
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« on: October 24, 2005, 08:27:00 pm »
Welcome back Caldiir.
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« on: October 24, 2005, 06:19:00 pm »
MM calls them a Large Creature, which most likely is a creature created long ago by a demented wizard who crossed a Giant Owl with a Bear.
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« on: October 24, 2005, 12:42:00 pm »
*Chanda sits down at her desk and flips open the black skin covered journal. Thumbing through the pages she arrives at the next blank page in the book. She reaches into her pocket and produces a golden ankh on a chain. She looks at it a moment and laughs outloud as she tosses it upon the desk*
I must say, he was brave, seeing as how he was outnumbered three to one. Yet bravery and crazy walk a fine line. But who did he think he was, challenging me, demanding that I not pass, me a Priestess of Corath. He should have known better. He fell to the sword, yet the look on his face was priceless as I slit his throat. Watching the last breath of life pass over his lips did bring much pleasure. I consumed a portion of his flesh in the Mad God's name. And what is more to see the thrill and excitment upon the faces of Sabel and Czukay at his death brings much promise for these two.
A golden ankh tied to a golden chain around his neck. Though I did not need see the Toranite holy symbol to know who he was. I fear not any retrobution that the church of crazied heretics may seek. Besides, I can always put the blame on my underlings should things go amiss. May he walk endlessly upon the Plane of Shadows devoid of rest, a creature of the darkness. All praises to the Dark Lord for deeming me worthy to end the existence of a worthless Paladin of Toran.
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« on: October 20, 2005, 12:50:00 pm »
All I can say is becareful what you ask for. I asked for a nightmare that was resistant to fire. In researching the nightmare it was discovered that it had the wrong hide associated with it and made it not much better than a flaming cow. But no the summons don't have to get better and better is a term based upon your point of view. Besides if you can cast level 7 summons then you can put stoneskin on the bear and your tank is back in action.
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« on: October 20, 2005, 08:00:00 am »
Please remember that Pankoki is not justifying PvP when he says uses Slay Living on the person raising the dead,ect...
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« on: October 20, 2005, 07:17:00 am »
Wow, thanks Pan that helped answer a lot of questions and clarify some foggy issues.
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« on: October 20, 2005, 06:41:00 am »
Okay let me ask you this then Pan (or any GM):
How does a god get his powers to grant to his/ her followers? Are those powers tied directly to Lucinda, the Mother of the Weave? Is Divine magic contolled in part by the Weave? If Lucinda were destroyed would all Divine Magic cease to exist? Does a god increase his "power supply" the more followers he/ she has?
What is the Lore behind the relationship between Lucinda and Corath that develop Xeen? I ask this and I think Chanda would have some knowledge, atleast from the Corath point of view. Chanda received some information on this but I was later told that the "story teller" was talking out of his hind side and the tale he told was completely false. So what happened between Lucinda and Corath and what happened to cause them to be enemies?
Necromancy - "Necromancy spells manipulate the powers of death. Spells involving undead creatures make up a large part of this school." (PHB pg 158)
n 1: the belief in magical spells that harness occult forces or evil spirits to produce unnatural effects in the world [syn: sorcery, black magic, black art] 2: conjuring up the dead, especially for prophesying (websters dictionary)
Both of these definitions imply the usage of spirits and the dead. So from the Layo PHB - Domains: Death, Evil, Chaos, Trickery; Governs: Death, blood, lust, murder, lies, hatred, deception
Does Corath infact govern the undead? He is vernerated by most Demons. If he does govern the undead we should probably include that in his description.
One last question to this ramble - When a soul dies and is permantly taken by the soul mother ( 10 tokens normally) what happens? Does the Soul Mother consume the soul or does she pass that soul on to the god who that soul vernerated? What if a PC doesn't have a deity, does that soul serve the Soul Mother?
*end ramble*
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« on: October 07, 2005, 11:09:00 am »
*Chanda heavily purs herself into her chair at her desk. The desk seems to be even more cluttered than usual, mountains of books and scrolls overflow off on to the floor. With a wave of her arm, even more parchment finds itself upon the floor. She draws the black tome towards her and reaches for the ink and quill. With a dip of the ink and a sofly muttered word the book flies open to the next blank page. She begins to write but her hand is heavy and you breaks the tip of the quill. In disgust and with a word of curse she flings it aside and reaches for another. Three quills now lay upon the floor of her dark room before any words appear on this page.*
*ink blot* *ink blot* *ink blot*
She conspires agianst me in every way. Do the dark souls of the servants of the Mad God, appease her appetite? Are our souls more filling to her? It seems that Mist has sought her payment for future services of Lord Corath. Mist and the Soul Mother be damned! *glances over at the tomb which contains the outward shell that once was Tamera Jarden*
Just when our hour of return was to be pronounced, and darkness to consume the night. I am not sure what vexes me more, that the Soul Mother has claimed another or that Tamera now has more power than I. Yet even this corspe will not go to waste, I have begone the process of preservation of her body. Soon I will complete the ritual and raise her once more to the service of this cult. She will serve as quite a deterent to any that should stumble upon the temple grounds.
*stops to hold up an emerald that was in the pocket of Tamera, gazes into it as the green refraction dances upon her face* Yes Tamera even in death you will serve this cult well. *places the emerald back upon the desk and with another whisper the tome slams shut.*
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« on: October 02, 2005, 06:15:00 am »
Yes, All Hallow's Eve is the most unholy of days and the most sacred to the Corathites. Rest assured that we have something planned. *evil smirk*
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« on: September 29, 2005, 06:05:00 pm »
*brushes off the dusty tome then taking the raven feather quill she dips it into the black ink and begins to write*
Too long have we sat idly by watching the comings and goings of these insolent drones. They have forgotten who we are. Perhaps they think we have wasted away into nothingness. A simple passing craze or haulcination, that is what they think. We have nothing to worry about those Corathites they no longer plague us. Deathmongers that have gotten what they sought. They laugh at the name of Corath. A mere punchline over a stein of ale. Perhaps it is time that we show them that the darkness lingers and though they have bought themselves time agianst the threat of Blood and his legions, they have over looked the cancerous tumor that has dwelled quietly under their noses.
Fast approaches the apointed hour of sacrifice; the hour we shall call down the power of Lord Corath and set his will lose upon this land. Lord Corath shall have his sacrifice and I know whos blood shall be shed. That lurking weakling, too long has he circled the city blazing his sheild and sword. We shall see if his courage is stronger than the tin suit he adorns himself in. *pauses a moment to laugh* I can even now see the reaction on their faces when they gaze upon the head of him who they look to for protection. They will cower into their homes and throw the latch. Fathers shall watch the whole night through, Mothers will clutch their children tightly and none shall rest easily that night. Our coming shall be as a cold blast of wind that chills to the bone yet fire shall not warm. Then from far off they will hear the steady drum to which they march. Monotone and dreary shall they pass, graves shall yeild their entombed; the Dead Lord shall call his children to rise. Even Mist shall bow to the wishes of my Master and concede her emprisoned.
But a bit longer shall they sleep peacefully ... but a bit longer shall I wait. Rise ye that have been called to thy Master, rise and obey my summons. *she closes the journal with a smug resolve and then hurries to prepare the black letters and send them forth*
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