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« on: February 04, 2007, 02:26:35 pm »
What races can dwarves have children with?
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« on: January 25, 2007, 02:10:54 pm »
*Gilshem walks nervously in to the Surge, his hauberk recently oiled and polished, his hair and beard groomed for the first time in years. He looks around the patrons bustling back and forth, carousing and laughing and finds a seat next to a group of women*
*coughs* Oi lasses! 'ows yer night goin'? I be Gilshem.
// Please feel free to reply with a female PC, or any GM with an NPC. This is Gilshem attempting to make a love connection from a quest event, but it need not be successful. Dwarven women are what he is looking for.
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« on: December 22, 2006, 10:41:40 am »
A big thank you to Ed the Ket! I had some bio details that weren't really in line with the world. Little historical inaccuracies that may not seem a big deal, but that could detract from the rich history of this world through their inconsistency. I would like to thank Ed for working through them with me, it makes me enjoy the attention to detail in Layonara all the more. Cheers everyone, and keep up the good work!
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« on: December 20, 2006, 03:36:43 am »
I spotted a flagbearer of Mistone running through the red-light caverns not ten minutes ago. She seemed to stop at the shack right before the entrance to the third level. I believe she has more important duties to attend to than making sure the goblins wash their hands  -Gilshem
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« on: December 16, 2006, 10:13:27 am »
*Gilshem sits at a tavern on some byway puffing a pipe, when someone spots the strange tatoos that cover his body and ask what they mean*
What do they mean? Ah! That be a tale that stretches back to the creation o'this world! But you don't want to hear that. What you want to know is who gave 'em to me and why! Well have you ever heard of Trielta Mountains? Ye have! Well deep within the bowels of dem is where I be from. Most people have never heard of my home and even less would care to see it. Its name is simple, The Forge of Hammer's Hold. A simple name as befits our people but there I have seen unrivalled works of metal-working. You see, me home is the home of a devout group of Dorand's clergy and their families. In all we may number 300, but I have seen a group of five priests build a home out of the rock in a day. Such is our obsession with all those things that Dorand reveres and such is our ability that we scoff at all those who deem themselves to be craftsman. Yer a blacksmith ye say? Well good for you! Perhaps I'll teach you a thing or two about a thing or two someday, right now ye may know more about metal that I do, but not for long laddy.
I was born to parents, aye, who wasn't? But loving is not the word for my upbringing. From the time I was born, I was made to sleep with a smith's hammer, eat with a shovel, and clean plates with a chisel. This may sound like a tale but it be as true as mithril is hard. Me father did not even give me a name until I left for me Hammer-Quest.
Me father! Dougan Ironstone! Pride of the clan, and as sure as my beard, the best ... smith that ever walked this earth. He be the only one of us that ever returned from a Hammer-Quest with mithril. Do you believe that? Never would tell where it came from, and always got a queer look in his eyes when it was mentioned. Could be on account that a dwarfling somehow got their paws on his precious ingots and thought to take the glory for himself. Did he succeed, you ask? Lets just say that that dwarfling had a closed casket, and those ingots became nothing more than a painful memory for Dougan.
Alright, the Hammer-Quest does need explaining. With me people there be a great legend of The Hammer. This hammer is the hammer to end all hammers if you take my meaning. The Ironstone it be called, and all of me people bear its name. There be so many legends about it, that no one really knows what to think about it anymore, 'cept that every one of our men at about my age is given a vision by the Master himself. Who's the Master? Dorand ya fool! Master of Crafts! The Priceless Gem! Have you not been listening to all I said? Anyway, in this vision Dorand shows us what this hammer looks like. He shows it long enough to get our mouths waterin' but not long enough to truly appreciate its craftsmanship. Then 'e says, "Go forth and birth the Ironstone! Make your people whole!" The elders, of which me father is one, all seem to know when the vision happens and a solemn rite is held. It is then that I am given me name and told to go forth and not return until I have made the hammer, or Dorand sends another vision. See Dorand be merciful, for this Hammer be nigh impossible to make and if every one of us were to try our lives to make it, then, well... then we would all be done, if you take my meaning. So that's why I'm here, I am on my Hammer-Quest.
What? Oh! The tatoos! *laughs a huge belly laugh* Right, that is what ye wanted to know in the first place. Well. These be the marks I receive as I learn the lessons of Dorand. *Rolls up his sleeve* These ones around me fair-sized arm-muscles were given me the first time I learned to spot a vein of iron; a revered source of creativity. They are as long as the vein I found. Now I don't mind sayin' it was bloody huge, which is why it wraps all the way around both arms. We made nigh on 3,000 war-hammers with that vein and me father almost smiled at me on that day. *Gets misty eyed but then quickly covers it up* *Yells at the barkeep* Would you open the ... flue! If I wanted to be choked in smoke, I would be at home! Right, where were we? These ones on my wrists are for the first-time I fought a defiler. You know, defilers! Orcs, trolls, umber hulks, all those things that try and end our devotions to the Master. See every one of us must learn to use a hammer for all its purposes, smithing being the highest. I been training with the war-hammer for 'bout twenty years. It was a priceless day! A whole group of orcs, maybe 2,000 decided that they had enough of us and tried to storm our temple. Bah! They didn't have a clue what they got themselves in to. We heard them coming from ten miles away, what with all the echoes and such, and when they came we were lined up like a ridge o' iron and they lasted all of ten minutes. Dead to an orc. When their blood stopped flowin', I fell to the ground, me lung punctured by a wicked spear. I remember me kin's cheers as they found me, just before I passed out. Those orcs got theirs though. We let a couple live to lead us to their home and when we found found it, we returned with a force and wiped them all out. See if we don't protect our own, at any cost, the Ironstone might never be made. I almost died that day, ain't that great? See it is important to us to know what it is to sacrifice for our creations. Then we know how much of our spirit must go in to everything we make. From a suit of plate to a nail. So these tatoos remind me that if it is needed I must cut me 'ands off for my works.
*Gilshem pulls down his pants and shows his thighs* These tatoos were given me after I finished the vigilance. Ye heard of the legendary endurance of dwarves? Well the vigilance is a test we are given to see how much we have. The test is simple, stand in front of a bleedin' 'ot forge with no food or water, for as long as bleedin' possible. How long did I stand for? What do ye think? A day? Thats an insult! A baby could do that while mining! A day. I stood there for three weeks! What? Ye think I'm lying! *Grabs the man by the collar and yanks him out of his chair* Listen laddy, I have never lied, will never lie, could not lie, got me? I was good, but me friend Brack, stood there for two months! He died shortly afterwards, but that ain't the point! If you ever call me a liar again, I'll crush your head like a mushroom. *leans back, smiles* A round for me friend here!
Then there is me pride and joy! *opens his shirt to reveal a very detailed image of a hammer, it feels as if it could be lifted off his chest* This was given me when my naming ceremony took place. This bugger took a long time. How long? Fourteen years! *the man's jaw drops and Gilshem laughs uproariously* Are ye crazy? We're craftsman, it only took a year! Thats not a long time for this. The ink is actually metals and gems. *gestures to different lines* iron, gold, cobalt, titanium, alexandrite, topaz, diamond, they're all there... except this one line that is missing. That is for mithril, and that is for the maker of the ironstone to do himself. Anyway, I doubt ye've ever had liquid metal, or worse gems injected under your skin, but they got about a line done before I passed out. And I have to be awake for every line, so as to appreciate the beauty and pain of exquisite creation. Why pain? Because ye may never see anything so great in your life again! We always strive to better our works, to be a pale reflection of Dorand, but we are mortal and do not always succeed.
So that's the story of my tatoos. *the man points to a simple rune on Gilshem's neck and inquires* Oh that. *blushes* That says, "I love me Mom". *The man snickers and Gilshem reaches for his hammer, the man stops* Me Mom is one of the greatest woman ye could ever meet. First, she puts up with me and my father, two of the most irritable buggers ye could meet. And second, her mushroom pie is about as good kissing a lass. *The man cannot contain himself and breaks in to uncontrolled laughter, Gilshem pauses and then matches his laugh* Yer alright for a "blacksmith". Barkeep! Another round!
So, like I said thats that. What? Can I heal your sick wife? Laddie, I would love nothing more, but see I am not a priest yet. Dorand will not favor me until I make something of worth. Doesn't have to be a fire-breathing sword or the like. Maybe a pipe or a dagger, but right nice ones, like you never seen before. Then he'll come to me and tell me that I am part of the Brotherhood of the Ironstone. *A tear rolls down his cheek and he does nothing to hide it*
So thats my tale, I am here on my Hammer-Quest, with a bunch of tatoos and a right-bad temper for people who dis-respect me or anything worthwhile. I hope to find a place to ply a craft, someplace with lots o' resources near. Know where I can go? Well think about it and let me know. Enough 'bout me, how 'bout yerself? *Gilshem spends the rest of the night talking and getting very drunk with the "blacksmith" and passes out in the ditch outside*
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« on: December 11, 2006, 07:48:49 am »
I am looking for large quantities of Feldspar and would be willing to negociate a trade for it or gold if the person wants. Contact me by bird or look for me around Hlint.
-Gel'larian Windsbreath
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« on: December 02, 2006, 12:15:34 am »
*Gel'larian walk in to the Wild Suge, wiping soot off of his leathers. He briefly greets Doria and walks immediately to the message board. He pulls a written note from one of many pouches and searches for an open space to tack it.* Looking for seasoned adventurers to jouney deep in to the tundras of Krashin, braving kobolds goblins and frost to help me in gathering Alexandrite and Sapphire. Every person who accompanies me will receive one-thousand true up-front and a full-share of whatever is recovered along the journey. Since I am going only for gem-stones, I will not take a cut of whatever is recovered except gems. Please sign here if you are interested: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/calendar/event-view.asp?eventid=2553&year=2006&month=12 This journey is not for the faint of heart as we will face cruel frosts, hostile creatures and long treks, far from civilization. -Gel'larian Windsbreath, Champion of Ilsare *satisfied that his note is easily visible, Gel walks up to the bar and orders a Wheat Ale and settles in to enjoy Radrian's latest work.*
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« on: November 21, 2006, 10:32:16 pm »
Alchemist and novice enchanter seeks a supply of Spotted Mushrooms, preferably a box. Please contact Gel'larian Windsbreath either by bird or find me in Hlint so we can talk price.
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« on: November 20, 2006, 11:48:29 am »
I am looking for any number of spotted mushrooms and will gladly pay for their delivery. A box of them would be prefered, but I will take what I can get. Please contact me by bird or in and around Hlint.
-Gel'larian Windsbreath
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« on: November 13, 2006, 06:27:02 am »
Do priests automatically get their deities custom summons, or must they use the censer of arcane devotion? As of right now, my priest of Dorand does not receive the custom summons so I am wondering what the issue is.
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« on: November 02, 2006, 08:31:26 pm »
I would like to thank Mixafix for organizing and running the "Seeds of Change" event today. He managed to keep quite a few balls in the air, and still keep it fun and free-flowing. I had a great time, met some new PC's, and had some great RP moments. What Layo is all about.
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« on: October 22, 2006, 12:59:06 am »
I had access to the forum for "The Return of the Lich" series that "The Underground War" is spun-off from but I can no longer access this forum. Has it been moved or deleted? I would appreciate if someone could tell me.
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« on: September 27, 2006, 03:01:56 pm »
*humming a pleasant lilt, Gel'larian posts this poster on the message board*
Elf guitar player with some talent seeks experienced musician to help prepare him for the entrance requirements of the Ineffable Chord. Please post here or send a bird to Gel'arian Windsbreath.
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« on: August 22, 2006, 11:03:56 am »
I just wanted that I will not be able to play Layo for a couple of weeks because I am getting married on Friday the 25th and will be on my honeymoon until Sept 11th.
Have fun everyone and I look forward to getting Gel back in the best game on the web.
Robin
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« on: August 07, 2006, 11:20:19 pm »
*Gel wanders in to the Surge, in a daydream, fingering an arrow. He pauses by the message board and looks up. He smiles and posts the following notice*
I have had an experience that needs a priest of Ilsare to shed some light on. I am a devout follower and would like to discuss my experience with someone of wisdom and knowledge. Please contact me if you have the time.
-Gel'larian Windsbreath
*He smiles his secret smile once more, puts the arrow in a pouch, and orders an ale*
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« on: August 07, 2006, 04:14:54 pm »
I was just reading some posts and began wondering if the emotes I did during the singing ceremony could be construed as meta-gaming. Just wanting to up my level of RP because LAyo rocks!
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« on: August 01, 2006, 01:23:07 am »
I was wondering what skills people have tested in the past to perform ventriloquism, or how they rp'd it with a GM.
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« on: August 01, 2006, 01:20:27 am »
*a slender elf, back crooked under the weight of a heavy satchel, saunters up to the board of the inn, slumps down his pack, pulls out a note, and hammers it up with a delicate copper nail.*
A mushroom vacation sought by an initiate alchemnist. My desire to learn the properties of all fungi, has led me to seek an expert who can guide me to the rarer species. I would require the location and a harvest of, preferably in person, purple, black and spotted mushrooms. Payment is negotiable. A journey for two kindred craftsman. Contact me here, at the Wild Surge or by bird.
Gel'larian Windsbrath
*the elf picks up his satchel and continues to saunter towards the docks*
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« on: April 26, 2006, 12:52:43 pm »
[SIZE=16]Come one, come all to the debut concert of Gel'lan Windsbreath. To be held at the Wild Surge Inn. Time and date can be found on the calendar. If you would like to join the bill, contact Gel'lan. I hope to see you there.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]Sincerely, Gel'larian Windsbreath[/SIZE]
[SIZE=16]N.B. Drink will be provided. Donations greatly accepted.[/SIZE]
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« on: April 25, 2006, 11:27:28 pm »
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