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« on: November 26, 2014, 04:22:27 pm »
Of course the day I finally put a quest up again is the rare moment that I actually have RL plans that I didn't know anything about. So this event has been moved to next friday. My apologies and I hope to see you guys pull on your RP pants and come out to play.
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« on: November 10, 2014, 07:26:56 pm »
Hey folks! Going to be knee deep in finals and projects until early December, so apologies in advance if my inbox starts piling up. Should be back around the 1st weekof December.-Brewmaster
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« on: November 02, 2014, 01:40:07 pm »
As Ferrit turns the door knob on the Angels Guild building to go inside to reconcile books and take inventory, the knob detaches from the door when she pulls it. It appears the wood around the knob has rotted away and is flaking away in papery shreds.
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« on: October 29, 2014, 07:13:34 pm »
//If only I had half the wit and wisdom of Edgar Allan Poe! // Deh Raven by Mangus Crunch Er wanted to go In deh blithering snow To deh pits of er icy cavern What Er din' knows Was deh cold nearly froze Me fingers as dey clutched me lantern Along deh way Corky an me, An'Gisom was fight'n Goblins. Dey weren't afraid Of me club an' dey blades So's dey smashed me on me noggin! An' some how Er saw him While Er was er brawl'n On er tree branch nearby, Deh Raven! But Er paid him no mind, Spend'n me time, Smash'n dem goblin's skulls in. An' Gisom an' me An' dat dere Corky Was bust'n dey bones all in! But den deh cold Starts tak'n er hold An Er quickly git's to freez'n We was fight'n some Wargs Giv'n dem our worst When suddenly again... Er see's him! Up in er tree As plain as can be Dat ominous bird Deh Raven... But Corky an' Gisom Was too busy given'm Wargs er senseless beat'n Dey was in er hurry So Er din' worry No thought to any retreat'n Den giants we found An' dey comes around Bang'n me head in deh snow When Er hits deh ground Er looks around An' Er seen him wouldn't yew know? Dat black bird of night He gimme er fright Just er star'n me down Deh Raven... Now Lucky for me Quickly Corky Done picked me up an' saved me! While Gisom was smash'n Dem giants, Er drank er batch er Dem potions what Corky gave me! Den Er see's up ahead Deep in deh dead Of deh cold, er icy figure! He's stand'n dere wait'n To smash me Orc face in, With a fistful of clenched icy fingers! Er thought struck me mind While he struck me blind Dat he had been sent by... Dat Raven Er nearly died We barely survived When somehow Gisom beat him An Er was relieved When Er finally seen Him lay'n there defeated We was slow to recover From dat icy bugger But after some time we was leav'n As we left it got colder. Er looked over me shoulder To see if Er could see'm, Deh black winter foul Who was out on the prowl, In dat cold, cold place, Deh Raven...
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« on: October 26, 2014, 10:09:10 am »
The area of the site stretches across four horse lengths by another four. The ground has a low incline, appearing almost level compared to the rest of the surrounding mountainous land. Within the dig site, there is very little marked. A cloth has been pulled over a patch of land and folded up, revealing a wall segment. It juts up fromt the rest of the land like a partially buried boulder - however, the surface is somewhat smoothed. On its leftmost side as one faces the rock from its buried bottom, the edge of the rock cuts across some carvings, making them indecipherable or incomplete (as is the wall, obviously), but the pattern of four of the seven constellations currently in question remain visibly carved firmly into the wall by some unknown hand. Goran, Lucinda, Deliar, and Aragen, appearing in the places they might in the sky at this time. After they've spoken for some time, and Katelyn has suggested her plan, Acacea rubs her cheek and looks around. So... just to recap before you try that! There was probably some kinda wall somewhere before the Breaking, whether a temple or a shrine or even just a wall standing by itself to look neat, and it had the latest constellation patterns on it, which only became interesting when ...it became the latest constellation patterns on it! Probably all seven, though we're guessing 'cause Shindy, Dorand, and Prunilla have not made it with the rest of the wall... all blown up and such... See, what DID make it intact is like the sky right now! Or would be, were it dark! So a pretty good guess! But things were flung from all over and valleys became mountains and there were volcanos and there were landmasses broken and islands sunk and all sorts of stuff in the Cataclysm, so we don't know where this wall was before, that we could look more into to see if there was some kind of prophecy stuff happening there! So! The cat person said it most probably came from down and not up, and we'd have to go down. Ferrit's granddaughter (I need something shorter!) wants to try using the Couple's connection to see if we couldn't find where Prunilla went, though hopefully she's not just sand at this point... Myself, I do not really have much else here, I think. The casters said it wasn't magic - maybe it was magic when it was whole, MAYBE, but it's not now, and I don't really have anything to go on, either! My other thing is that I was hoping there would be some magical hint here that tied the goings-on with the missing people. All we could divine ...or... they... could divine... She sighs. was that at least two were alive, and the recent boy is somewhere dark, maybe below. I'd like to know how the other one the lady looked at was 'different', too. Even if these are not connected, I would like them found safe! There might be more we could look for by finding more missing peoples and trying to work backwards or combine focuseseses. So I think we've only got more questions, so we might as well hop to looking for things that might point us towards some answers... Whether hand-holdy holy water prayers, missing persons hunts, pre-cataclysmic map hunting, digging, legend hunting, and so on! She smiles brightly. Unfortunately, a lot of that is, from what I hear, things people have been trying to do already with the stars changing, with no luck so far. So! Carry on...
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« on: October 22, 2014, 11:54:28 pm »
The hooded and cloaked stranger walked through the main doorway of the Silver Buckle. Music spilled into the street briefly before the door closed behind her. The gold buttons and eyelets of her tight fitting leather jerkin glinted in the light of the oil lamps as she lowered the hood attached to her black velvet cloak. She shook out her long black hair and walked over to the bar. More than one patron allowed his gaze to linger upon her shapely form a little longer than many would consider “proper”, but she did not seem to mind. She took a seat on one of the stools and began watching the regulars, occasionally smiling or making “small talk.”
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« on: October 21, 2014, 11:27:43 pm »
At the Arms one autumn evening, the jukebox begins to play an old song; The Gypsy of Leringard greets late-nighters and staff who happen in, and the whirling bright sound of it drifts through frozen streets. The fiddle plays out memories of fiery hair and emerald eyes, and is soon joined by the breathy voice of a dancing flute. Though a familiar tune, and not unloved, it appears to keep being set on this whenever changed... from elsewhere in the inn a pair of pipes echo the flute's part to sing with the gypsy's violin.
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« on: October 21, 2014, 04:09:59 pm »
...be watching the forums and be prepared if you pop IG. Stuff is going to happen throughout the day, in multiple time zones.
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« on: October 20, 2014, 02:56:29 pm »
Hi guys, I'm currently playing a Human Fighter who's on the way to becoming a master of the spear, named Jocoscus Sturdevant. I've very much enjoyed my time in game and the amount of thrill and amusment I have gotten from all the good RP. I am very new at this, always wanted to get into some good, serious, RP. Now with my brother in law's assistance, I have been able to do just that. Anways, if there is anything anyone would like to know about me, feel free to ask. Hope to see you all in game  Bryan
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« on: October 20, 2014, 02:03:02 am »
"And so he's sitting there at the table," he said, clearly bemused, "Talking about this ancient wall he found. He said it's up in the mountains and was trying to see who wanted to come look at it with him."" An 'ancient wall'?" the halfling woman asked, curious."Aye," the man answered. He took a long swallow from his tea. "It certainly was curious! I mean he makes a real sell with the supposed partial carvings of the four deities. Deliar is among these so I cannot help but be curious.""Are you thinking of going?" she asked. "I am, but I don't know if I'd have time," he answered, somewhat disappointed with the admission. "I cannot miss my window of opportunity in Fort Vehl. You know how it is there...." She nodded and tugged at her lower lip briefly. "If I didn't have this full load of textiles...""Well maybe put the word out?" she suggests hopefully, "With all that's going on, some answers certainly wouldn't hurt return everything to something more normal." She shook her head, "If that 'soothesayer' comes out to the fields again to preach at us about 'end of the world as we know it,' I think I'm going to lose my mind. Doesn't he have to prepare for winter like the rest of us?" She makes a disgusted sound but then shrugs. He snorted in reply. "Some of these people," he said in agreement with her sentiment, "No sense in them. If we go to pieces after every 'major happening' how in Layonara would we ever recover from the real tragedies?" He laughed a little. "Yes, I think I might pass this along on my route. I wasn't the only traveler in the bar tht night. Some people were far more taken in too. You know, what with the way people are reacting to the star movements and all." She nodded soberly. "Until He tells me otherwise, I have a schedule to keep!" he says dramatically, stabbing one stubby finger in the air. She laughed then laid her head down on his shoulder. "Well either way," she says, "I'm glad it was an interesting evening and you kept your sense and came home to me instead." He grinned at her."Like there's any contest.""Lay it on thick," she snorted and then laughed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Some days later, at the sensible advice from his wife, the halfling trader was in the bar along his route sharing the story of the gnome he met in Brenuth. Good food and ale in his belly to warm him, he shares the tale again and again of the mysterious artifact from another era, supposedly carrying the marks of four of The Seven, including his own Deliar.
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« on: October 12, 2014, 06:46:06 pm »
Don't know where to submit this so i'm posting here...it's a cross reference chart to see how the deities react to each other. Hope it is useful.Used Excel to make it.
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« on: October 07, 2014, 07:35:33 pm »
After some time to get reacquainted with the Buckle staff, Tori asks for the tour. She takes a closer look at the additions to the inn, and marks silently the alternate means of egress she's informed of. She is plain faced and plain spoken, but does not need to be shown anything twice. As the change in the heavens becomes more and more the topic of conversation, she glances to the gambling tables and asks to be kept apprised of any change in overall trends of luck, particularly of the professed Deliarites. She defers to Melody and Edward to treat with those getting out of hand with their opinions and pronouncements of doom, but notes those that affect the patrons and gain support rather than scorn. Should the unlikely occur and her opinion is asked, she will shrug and remind that "some folk allays lookin' for reasons to drown, an' 'em what decidin' only trouble comin' get what they askin' for." She keeps to herself, but when prodded only says that the gods are always up to something or another, and people should take it as a favor that they've made any sign at all - and that the only disaster that is certain is the one that comes when people abandon their trades, fields, homes, families, because of the view that's changed while they're sleeping. "Ain't nobody e'er payin' any mind to 'em folk beggin' coppers an' sleepin' off they drink 'til noon, 'til workin' sorts got somethin' to be afeared about. Try for copper charity an' folk kickin' you out the road. Start sellin' fear an' folk go linin' up to bury you in silver." In the meantime, she requests a meeting in private with Miz Elly to discuss the specifics of the inn's wards. ((I will simply update this thread when Tori is working on something here, to avoid forum spam  ))
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« on: October 04, 2014, 04:58:36 pm »
Rumors have been slowly but steadily filtering into Mariner’s Hold and the Silver Buckle over several weeks. Rangers have been whispering among themselves of a Bugbear prophet appearing on Bear Island. Travelers on the Falls Forest road began to disappear soon after; the only evidence found being empty campsites, some with food still cooking over their campfires.…and today, a soldier from the Mariner’s Hold Ranger Corps slid into a seat at the bar in the Silver Buckle. He sat in silence for a long time. After a few strong drinks Captain Baronis motions over the bartender. “Please convey a message to the proprietors. Today we found a supply wagon bound for this establishment heavily damaged on the Falls Forest road. The shipment was missing. The evidence also suggested great violence, but no bodies were found. The manifests were still present and indicated the Teamsters were Jorgain and Steaphen Stilers. The bartender turned a little pale and responded, “They were good men. They carried medical supplies to be used in several local orphanages. That is bad news indeed. I will pass on the news immediately.” He then headed to the back rooms.An old man sitting at the bar turned to the Captain. “Hichutnach is back again eh?” The Captain jerked his head up. “How do you know that name old man? It was spoken by a captured Bugbear right before the soul mother cut his thread” The old man frowned and replied, “I am a scholar of local history. The name is one taken by the great prophets of the Bear Island Bugbear Clan. There have been many over the centuries, none of them the same creature.” The Captain pulled his seat closer with great interest and slid some gold coins across the countertop. “Consider yourself now employed by the City as a consultant. Please go on.” The old man grinned. “Every 50 to 75 years it seems, a great Bugbear prophet named Hichutnach arrives on Bear Island with his most devout followers and attempts to raise the twin Bear Gods Ichnuthet and Grienthicut from their long hibernation. It is said that those primal nature gods sleep deep beneath the old abandoned temple in the island’s forest. They are more likely than not creatures from another Pit though. The legends foretell of a great cleansing of all enemies of the Bugbear Clans when they rise. Lucky for us all they have never been conjured forth from the void.”Captain Baronis thanked the old man and quickly departed to put together a strike force. -------------------------------//This is a static quest and it has been placed in-game. Feel free to use this thread for RP/Forum posts. Significant posting will also be rewarded at the conclusion of the quest. Use caution, it is a very tough one. The soul mother is active and a balanced group is advised. Rewards have been placed as well. Good luck! PS - It is also advised that all solo players avoid Bear Island until the area has been pacified. Also, DO NOT sneak in invisibly and steal the quest rewards. You will be punished if you do so in a creative and not-so pleasant manner. At the conclusion of the quest, please PM me and let me know what loot you found to confirm fair play.-Rave
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« on: September 30, 2014, 12:56:18 pm »
Dem Stones is Cursed(As sung by Mangus Cruch, if you can call it singin)Yew don' know's nuth'n 'bout fear an' delirium 'till yew spends er night in er sanitarium Dat's where er landed when er was er carry'n Stoooones from deh deep down beloooow Mebe yew's think's Er'm be'n contrary, an' mebe yew's think's it's too legendary, an' mebe yew's thinks Er ain' comparing it to nuth'n Er truly knooooows But Er'm here to tell ya, from deep down below, dem stones in cursed! Er Knoooows! Now down in deh deep, below deh geraniums. Corky an' me an' Ryubi was fillet'n 'em mushrooms like fishes in search er Titanium waaaay way deep down beloooow! Ryubi's an' Corkies an' My equilibrium's was loos'n dey way in deh space/time continuum when angry old golems was smash'n our craniums Deeeep in deh deep down belooooow! An' Er'm here to tell ya, from deep down below, dem stones is cursed! Er Knoooows! See, Me an' Ryubi, we was er folow'n surely an' slowly, Corky deh whole way in to er bridge where er wyrm was wait'n alone in deh Deeeep deep deep down beloooow an' dere we all took er stand an was smashen 'em hard an' heavey, 'till his skull was er bash'n in An little'r golems, den came er crash'n in, deeeep in deh deep down beloooow! Er means to tell ya, as sure as me belly dem stones is cursed! Er knoooows! So dem little'r golems, we was easily contain'n 'em we smash'd dem up till nuth'n remained er dem an low an' behold we found us er vein er deh oooore we wanted deh moooost! Hurray! Titanium! An' yay! Titanium! Er was so happy Er sang pertaining 'em! er love song like er epithalamium siiiing'n away down beloooow An yew mebe wonders how deep down an' under er word so big Er Knooooows? Well...Er dunno either, but we found er place where we could rest in some hay but we made er mistake in deh deeeep deep deep deep down beloooow! We din' rest, instead, we done hurried in. Dem mushrooms had doubled dey numbers and furiously smashed us so bad, Corky had to say "bury' em" aloooone with dem stones down beloooow! Don' fergit what Er said, eef yew value's yew head, "dem stones is cursed!" Er knows.... ...Eeeeerrrr ssssaaaaayyyy,.... ...Dooon' fergit what Er saaaiiid...... ...Eeeeeffff yeeew value's yew heeeaaad.... ...deeem stooonesss... ...iiis cuuurrrsssed... ...Eeeeeeerrrrrr... ...knoooooooooooooooowwwwwsssssss..... Ya!
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« on: December 17, 2014, 10:24:57 pm »
Thank you all again for your collective expression of interest in the upcoming plot. This is going to start very soon, if all goes well, and we have one other question for you all, or perhaps a better term is an “election.”For this plot series, there exists a very real probability of character alteration in a seemingly small but actually quite important way. What is the nature of this potential alteration? We're not saying right now, however we'll give the following information: - This change is not going to be some sort of “shackle” that will inconveniently hinder a character. In fact, it may generally be viewed as positive.
- This change will however effectively mark the character with the potential to be targeted by the antagonist(s)
There is an option (at our discretion) that the change could persist after the plot series has completed, if likely at a diminished level, so in a sense, it could be something of a reward.
So essentially, there is a risk/reward mechanic at work here, and by taking the risk associated with this potential change, the chance of a greater reward and/or more significant role exists. What we're going to do is give every player who will/may be involved with the plot quest series to opt out of this potential alteration. This is to say, if you do not wish for your character to be altered for story reasons that do not stem from your own actions on the quests, please indicate below by simply stating that you opt out, and we will exclude you from being included in the list of potentially-altered characters. We will repeat this request at the first quest session, and anyone who joins into the plot after it starts will be given the same option. Everyone will get to change their minds one time, meaning one can opt-out but change one's mind later (though that is no guarantee of character alteration) or do the opposite (opt out sometime in the middle of the plot), but one cannot keep going back and forth between the choices.For those who have not opted out, whether or not your character becomes altered will be determined by the roll of dice, so even deciding not to opt out is no guarantee one's character will be changed in some way. We are simply seeking to avoid any misunderstandings and hard feelings as the result of an unwanted breach of the so-called “Golden Box”.Please indicate below only if you will be participating in the plot quest series and you wish to opt out of any plot-related character alteration.
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« on: September 29, 2014, 09:21:38 pm »
Some years later, Tori checks back in at the Silver Buckle, only raising her eyebrows slightly at the changes made. After a brief conversation with Michael, she heads down and returns with a dusty adamantium buckler, but asks that someone tell "that Reid fella" she's looking to settle up and wondering what the damage is.
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« on: December 27, 2013, 01:25:18 am »
I see it's been about three years since someone posted something here so I figured "what the hry" 'll drop one of mine here.... This one is about a blizzard.... Bleak and crushing is the majestic cold Speaking a language from the days of old Beating a drum "Thump thump thump!" Breathing a deaths breath, cruel and bold Fleeing from branches flurries of Brown and gold, Heading the drum, "Thump thump thump! Laying waste to any place Where painted flowers graced A beleaguered landscape. And eager hands shape The land in a quickened pace. Spraying bits in a spritely race Like a flittering cape In a whirlwind escape Making every vista change. Making familiar places strange. Freeing the drums! "Thump thump thump!" Breaking wildly over the range! Rearranging the rearranged! Being the drum! "Thump thump thump" A haggardly, angry old man, Entering in to a blithering rant, Feeling his age, Feeling enraged, Sinister, bleatings of fantastic plans, Rendering beatngs with pummeling hands! a hammering sledge dredging up sludge And breaking the kindling While gracefully mingling The beating drum's "Thump thump thump!" With a hasty tangling Mess of everything! Here it comes! "Thump thump thump!" He is your master! Bow to him! Here is your chance to sing his hymn. A screaming omen Of freezing homes and The crashing of his careless whim The catastrophe of his barreling vim Hear the weary tone Of his metered drone Crushing even the sweetest sweetness Coming from the deepest recess Of the beating drum "Thump thump thump!" Because his wrath is fierce and ceaseless Torridly tossing piercing pieces One by one "Thump thump thump" Against the walls of tiny homes And through the windows pieces roam Breaking shattered glass is scattered All around a shrinking room Morphing to a stinking tomb Making patterns Of sheer disaster! Then nothingness! Amid distressed Pounding drums! "Thump thump thump!" Amid the mist And duressed Pumping drums "Thump thump thump!" Unwanted clatter! Ever beating! Among the clutter not receding. Neither easing, Nor releasing His angry grip. His meaty Fists of blizzards greeting This freezing Season, With rapid assuredness. He raps out the burdens Of the the drum, "Thump thump thump!' It slowly becomes a wordless permanent abhorrence! It has begun! "Thump thump thump!" And then as if to calm the bluster flakes of ice in tiny clusters Fall floating from the sky Al over. Imminently high Above the crystal luster Of a newly whitewashed duster. A whisking wind blows by, And fleeting flurries fly... At last the master is it ease. His dizzy belligerents is pleased And his drum's "Thump thump thump" In the onward grinding breeze Is lost to the stillness of the freeze Replacing "Thumps!" With a steady "Hummmm..."
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« on: December 19, 2013, 05:12:22 pm »
Subtle changes around the Silver Buckle signal the return of the Daughter of Light. The smells of pies baking, of roasts cooking, shelves being restocking of shelves, and other signs of shopping. But she has truly yet to be to be seen by anyone, where is she?
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« on: December 13, 2013, 01:11:12 pm »
Yes, I know....it's very short notice, but hopefully no one will complain too loudly.We're having another bonus event this weekend, starting sometime this evening when I can get everything configured for it. I don't know what time that will be exactly, but I'll announce it when it happens.This will last until sometime Sunday, Dec. 15th during the night sometime.Also, as a bit more of a notice, we'll be starting another bonus event next Friday (Dec. 20th), which will last until after the New Year. I'll mention this again, at least by the time I actually turn up the bonuses.
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« on: December 11, 2013, 12:56:11 pm »
Rumours persist in the drinking establishments of the city of Leringard and its surrounding villages and hamlets, of the fanciful tale of a fisherman of Palden Lake. He apparently while 'night fishing' (though it is noted that his breath told a different tale) oversaw a disturbing event. A shadowy figure with a skull-like head came to stand on a cliff face over looking the water, and stood silently as if waiting. Then (and the account differs depending on the tavern), a man dragged itself out of the lake and began to climb the cliff face to where the first figure stood. A break in the clouds revealed that its skin was greyish-green, and hung off its elongated limbs in folds. When it finally reached the top it faced the skulled figure. No conversation was heard, but a after a few moments both vanished into the night. A fanciful tale for a dark Seplar night.
http://layonara.com/gallery/image/thefishermanstalepng
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