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« on: March 08, 2007, 04:47:58 am »
I was wondering if a caster can get any of the "Eschew MAterial Component" feats ON the level they meet the prerequisite? Or like Improved Combat Casting it has to be taken a level after they meet the prerequisite? (i.e. Can a wizard take Eschew I at Level 5, or does he have to wait until level 6)
1522
« on: March 07, 2007, 11:22:55 am »
Tristan DeMoyer is stuck in a buidling labled Temple of Katia... but the AT out of it does not work. I will need some GM help getting out. I already tried relogging, to no avail. The bug is posted in the appropriate forum.
P.S. BlackCat said this was a V2 bug that he thought was fixed... Hope that helps!
1523
« on: March 07, 2007, 11:20:43 am »
I died while bound to the above bindstone and ended up inside a buiilding! There is no such building in the town and I cannot use the AT in the building.
Addendum: BlackCat told me it was a V2 bug that he though was fixed... Hope that helps.
1524
« on: March 05, 2007, 08:44:48 pm »
*Tristan, walks in to the Temple of Rorfirein in Vehl and brushes snow off his tattered blue cloak. After breathing on his hands to warm them, he pulls back his cowl and scans the room. Seeing a priest of he walks up to it with a grim look on his face*
Pardon me for interrupting your daily duties but I had an interesting run in with the half-orc currently watching the gates of this city.
*he looks sheepish for a moment and then smiles confidently*
Where are my manners? I am Tristan DeMoyer, Protector of the Weave and a faithful ally of your faith. I hope you take this message in the spirit of that alliance.
*he clears his throat*
So this half-orc, whose name escapes me, approached myself and Protector Storold, who were standing by the water taking conversation with two other travellers, and the half-orc demanded money of us for protection. At first, we were confused as to who or what our protection was from; we were far from any of the bandit laden roads and there was no imminent threat of invasion so far as we could tell. When we pressed the half-orc, he made it abundantly clear that the protection was from him. When we balked at his threats, he menaced us with the promise of his purportedly bigger brother. Now being men of peace and I like to think, intelligence and civiltiy, we saw no need to match aggression with aggression and James Hearth, one of the aforementioned travellers gave him a single true. This seemed to satisfy the half-orc for the moment, but he still tried to leave us with a lasting threat of his danger. No blows were exchanged, we went on our way in to the mountains and he said nothing to us on our return. But still this remains: that this half-orc has abused his position of trust in the guard for his own personal gain, that he threatened people outside of this free-cities gates with bodily harm and in doing so calls in to question his own morals, and ability to perform his duties in an acceptable fashion. I wonder if your noble values would tolerate such an offense or if perhaps you would trust my word enough to investigate the matter for yourself? I leave it in your wisdom how to proceed. What say you faithful of the Lord Protector?
*Tristan regards the priest with deference and awaits a reply*
1525
« on: March 02, 2007, 11:05:28 am »
Did not disappear from my inventory upon leaving.
1526
« on: February 28, 2007, 04:07:31 pm »
First off thanks to those who made the trip. It was a lot of fun, I wish it could have been longer.
Question... Does anyone have the log of the ritual I did with Durgen? I was thinking of posting it in the Dorand forum.
1527
« on: February 28, 2007, 02:43:21 pm »
Since Hlint is no longer the place to be (sniff) Should the forum thread be renamed?
1528
« on: February 28, 2007, 02:39:35 pm »
The giver of this quest still refers to the mountains by their old name. Obscurity is to protect the quest btw.
1529
« on: February 27, 2007, 02:50:58 pm »
Just wondering if I could get some idea if how people are planning to adapt their PC's IC to the time jump?
I have two PC's that have some things going on that should be drastically altered if I jumped them three years in to the future. Do people feel comfortable with time-bubbling certain events until they become more stable in their PC's life? That sort of thing..
Let me know!
1530
« on: February 26, 2007, 04:06:03 pm »
*a handsome man with a noticeable limp enters the Wild Surge and places a large and beautifully scribed notice*
Looking for that iron weapon, but don't know who to ask? Always wondered where to find a fourth circle enchantment? Want a ring of grace but think you can't afford one? Well look no further than the Freelancer's Guild Shop!
We have many magical and mundane goods in stock and available at competitive prices! We promise quick, courteous and convenient delivery of all goods.
Contact Rolan Tennesen or Tristan DeMoyer with your order today!
1531
« on: February 23, 2007, 07:26:15 pm »
What a few months it has turned out to be... I must say that Hlint's reputation for diversity is ceratinly well-warranted. Within a nhour of being there I encountered Storold, a member of the Protector's. He was quite generous and open with me and has agreed to teach me the art of scribing. My lessons thus far have been in paper making which I never expected, and the makings of the ink necessary for transferring magical power to my writings. Quite a lot of work, criss-crossing the continent for various components, but well worth the effort. On my journeys I discovered a place where the Weave is quite obviously in turmoil.. A forest about a day's travel from Fort Hope. There are perversions of Treants and plants that have been given an unnatural life. It must be cleansed but I do not know where to start on such a task.
I also made the acquaintance of one Rolan Tennesen, a former house-guard in Pranzis before the fall. His story is unfortunately like too many to come out of that dictatorship and I empathize with his hardships. It reminds me of being discharged from the militia. But he is a plucky fellow and has found gainful employment with one of the largest trading guilds in Layonara, the Freelancer's. Furthermore he has been charged with hiring a staff to amnage and move their inventory and has asked me to do so. I am intereted in the job as it may give me a chance to see weave-practitioners ply their arcane crafts and that would be a fine opportunity.
But the gem of it was meeting Alleina. What a rare beauty. A stunning elf with long hair, like a shimmering moon-beam and petite yet elegant features. A treasure to behold and even better to talk to. She has a innocent vulnerability to her that gives one hope. Hope for, well the brightness and goodness of the world. What is more, she seems to think that I am cute! That a cripple such as myself should be so lucky! I chatted with her and her bombastic and loving friends for hours in Hlint. I have never laughed so much as when Ralinda was making our clothes disappear. I felt a levity in my heart that has not been felt for many a year. What with the sanctity of my training there was little time for levity, only insight and purification. Well the night ended with me walking Alleina to her home and we shared a hug and she kissed me on the cheek. I regret to say that my nerves had the better of me and I did not take the two, TWO opportunities she gave to drink of her soft lips. Hopefully she does not take this as a sign of disinterest or insecurity. It was more out of surprise and breathlessness. Those moments when I feel the world rushing by and I simply am trying to find my center. Well I have alreadyt started thinking of where to take her for an outing and I must say that it shoudl be an ideal spot to have privacy and get to know one another better. Meanwile I must learn to bake, for her favorite food is blueberry pie! I can think of nothing more perfect: It is sweet, wholesome, but sinful all at the same time. What a wonderful life.
1532
« on: February 19, 2007, 06:59:51 pm »
I, Gilshem of the Ironstone Clan, Hammer of Dorand, would like to announce a pilgrimmage to Lyn next Wedlar for the purpose of paying homage to the High Hammers great work as well as donating our own. I invite all kinsman to accompany me as I have been so honoured to in the trips to Ulgrid's, as well as any other faithful to Dorand. Please leave notice if you are able to come. In the name of the Priceless Gem! // link to calendar event here: http://www.layonaraonline.com/forums/calendar/event-view.asp?eventid=2735&year=2007&month=2
1533
« on: February 18, 2007, 08:52:08 pm »
Can a new character begin as a member of one of Lucinda's chapters and thereby be approved as a wizard/paladin multi-class?
1534
« on: February 07, 2007, 10:12:52 am »
I was very happy to see you back on today... I have missed Karana's charisma and beauty ;-) I look forward to may great RP moments with a great player.
1535
« on: February 04, 2007, 02:26:35 pm »
What races can dwarves have children with?
1536
« 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.
1537
« 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!
1538
« 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
1539
« 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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