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General Discussion / (No subject)
« on: April 12, 2014, 10:00:23 am »

I wish you best of luck so all of that all transitions move smoothly.


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General Discussion / (No subject)
« on: April 12, 2014, 08:59:36 am »

I wish you best of luck and a nice party once the whole handing in of the thesis is successfully behind you!

 


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Trade and Market Hall / The Angel's Guild is happy to
« on: March 16, 2014, 11:08:53 am »

The Angel's Guild is happy to offer you deals to set the requested jewelry, both if you can provide the raw gems and if you cannot. Please contact any member of the Angel's Guild for further information and discussion of prices.

With high regards,

~The Angel's Guild


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Layonara Server / Lots of endurance, good ideas
« on: March 13, 2014, 03:16:48 pm »

Lots of endurance, good ideas to you Ravemore!  *crosses fingers for more good stories and antagonists*


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Rumour Has It / A warrior wearing a
« on: March 04, 2014, 04:34:32 pm »

A warrior wearing a sun-bleached, blue cloak, reads the message and nods once.

//Works for me. At all times, so if you want to run it on a different day, go ahead.


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General Discussion / I find this a thrilling
« on: February 21, 2014, 04:18:20 am »

I find this a thrilling concept and hope for plenty of opportunities to create stories together in the future. Might not be my cup of tea, tho try to convince me.


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NWN Ideas, Suggestions, Requests / Use the "Rumor has it"
« on: February 20, 2014, 08:02:55 am »

Use the "Rumor has it" section of the forums to spread news and rumors about the world, making it look less static. Severe weather destroying roads near Fort Llast? Storms keeping the merchant fleet of Hempstead in the harbor? Trade relations between two kingdoms improved by new bill on trade taxes? Let us know!


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Rumour Has It / A young man with short black
« on: February 19, 2014, 07:21:01 am »

A young man with short black hair and calm, inquisitive ice blue eyes can be seen around the arms and other places, looking for those involved in finding the body in the first place as well as the ongoing investigations in the missing paladin issue. He presents himself as "William Leox, Paladin of the Order of the Longsword" and offers his help if so required.


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General Discussion / Happy birthday, and lots of
« on: February 15, 2014, 04:54:40 am »

Happy birthday, and lots of cake and/or pie. Since you continue to test  this reality for a prolonged time, and we hope you continue to do so, we wanted to give you a cake, but sadly, it's completely virtual.


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General Discussion / I'll  try to make it.
« on: February 13, 2014, 06:40:15 am »

I'll  try to make it.


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General Discussion / I might bring Aden or William
« on: February 12, 2014, 08:43:31 am »

I might bring Aden or William for this, depending on the date and who shows up.


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Fixed Bugs / Thank you for the explanation
« on: February 12, 2014, 02:54:18 am »

Thank you for the explanation Dorg. I have a question, if you do not mindHow is the rest of the custom scripts around the two Champion classes written? Would it be possible to rename the class "Champion of Toran" to "Divine Champion" and adjust the scripts accordingly, and then erase the class "Champion of Vorax"? Or is the whole setup written in a manner that would not allow for such or make it vastly inefficient (lost of scripts to write and test again)?


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Development Journals and Discussion / A Dream It was the last dusk
« on: February 07, 2014, 08:02:08 am »
A Dream
 
It was the last dusk before the long night, the defenders freezing in the cold, hungry and already tired from fighting treachery and sickness of both mind and body. On the horizon, darkness rolled closer and within it the legion of jagged claws, drooling maws, twisted many-eyed madness. Generals had made their speeches, instructed the chain of command – but not before long, it would be each woman and man for himself.
A silhouette stepped onto the plain between the two battle lines, a man with long grey hair, a ragged grey cloak and a battle-worn plate armor. Other knights of similar appearance joined him, their movements slow as if they had all the time of all ages to get ready. A ragged, silent line, dull reflections and a somber mood.
He joined them, stepping forward, feeling his cloak's heavy weight despite it being torn by war, bleached by the sun and rain. All eyes on him, until he reached the line. The tallest among the knights turned around and rested his hand on his shoulder. His face was hidden behind a visor that resembled a human face, or maybe a skull, lacking any distinguishing features aside from the ankh on the forehead.
“And so, the banner returns.”
His voice was deep, as if it had crawled from the depth of time and space itself to make even the bones of the world reverberate with the sound of conviction and faith.
“Join our line, brother, where you truly belong.”
The paladin nodded and stepped beside him.
 
“From the beginning of time, we have stood our vigil.”
The words came from his lips, he spoke in unison with the man next to him. And the knights answered as one, with loud, deep voices.
WE HAVE PURPOSE.
“We watched from the silent void, unweavering.”
WE HAVE PURPOSE.
Blades were readied. The enemy was closing now.
 
“You chosen ones! What is your purpose?”
TO STAND GUARD AND TO FIGHT FOR HIM UNTIL OUR DUTY ENDS.
“You chosen ones! When does your duty end?”
NOT EVEN IN DEATH, FOR OUR VIGIL IS ETERNAL.
“You chosen ones! It is the dawn and dusk of time!”
SOON, WE SHALL BE FREE!
 
There seemed to be more voices now than before, and William didn't dare to look back. He knew that from the dust and dirt, shapes grew, crawled, and rose. He could feel their presence of their souls that had been called upon, those faithful that had always been standing ready at the border. Those of the living called by Toran, those came and joined the ranks and joined the legion that would break all waves and storms.
It was war in its purest form, all-consuming and engulfing. The end of it would mark the end of time and beginning of a new one, and he knew he would not see it but instead, make it possible.

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NWN Ideas, Suggestions, Requests / Dorax Windsmith wrote:mixafix
« on: February 04, 2014, 10:12:32 am »

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Quote from: "mixafix"&cid="2752837"

eg. Some dwarves get together to claim the lost halls. Some building requirements are agreed with a gm. Perhaps a quest is run to launch the theme. Tokens are placed in game with some associated announcement and rumour drops decided by the GM.

The usual suspects - PC corathites, goblins, orcs etc may choose to try and thwart this plan..what knowledge they hold about it would be up to the GM and the general theme.

They organise some rp and go in search of the tokens too to thwart the collection count by the Dwarves.

 

Wow Mix, what a fabulous idea!  I'm in!

 

Anything moving in this direction already?


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Roleplaying / *bump* Still looking.
« on: February 02, 2014, 01:59:48 pm »

*bump* Still looking.


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Development Journals and Discussion / A collection of notes I.They
« on: February 02, 2014, 07:58:05 am »
A collection of notes
 
I.
They should come from all walks of life and with all sorts of skills, unified by a common desire to train, teach and instruct students in various disciplines that will enable them to be the warriors, healers and scholars of tomorrow.
II.
One of the foremost lessons the students should learn is the endurance of hardship, both mentally and physically. It would be best to locate the school in a place that distinguishes itself by being in inhospitable, almost hostile environment. What the school needs in building materials, food and such should be the responsibility of the school itself.
 
III.
While the school should accept students from all walks of life, there are four rules each student need to fulfill before she or he can be accepted:
  1. Upon entering the school, she or he will lose their name, hair and any identifiable gear. The school needs to provide simple clothes for each student. A new name will be selected for them after the initial trials and initial four months from the wall.
  2. During the attendance of the school, the student is barred from any rank, title, or heritage. All are equal. A third of the student's wealth, derived from what she or he would inherit from their parents, belongs to the school.
  3. Any student is barred from possessing personal items or keep them with her or him, unless the rites of passage have been completed or are rewarded at the instructor's discretion.
  4. Any student is forbidden to leave the grounds of the school as specified by the head of school without being accompanied by an instructor at all times.
 
IV.
Students should only be accepted at the beginning of a harsh season, making escaping from the school hard and force them to think about the consequences of their actions. With the end of the first trial period, the roads should be somewhat travelable again, at which point a student can chose to leave the school. He or she will never be able to attend the school again, but all items, titles etc are returned to her or him.
 
V.
The first four months are to strengthen all students, mentally and physically. At the end of it, all students should be able to communicate in a common language, be able to read and write, defend themselves with hands, sticks and the like, know the teachings of their respective deity as well hold themselves, their gear and their accommodation to a high but simple standard.
 
VI.
Aside from runs with and without gear and backpacks, swimming lessons and training to endure the elements, tests in all disciplines will take place, at the end of which the students are given necessary gear and then a specified mission which they need to accomplish during a four day march.
 
VII.
Upon completing these trials, in showing determination, skill, leadership, camaraderie, adaptability and courage, the students shall be given their names from the wall (in which the names of dead people are inscribed). They are to learn whatever this person was good at the last time this name was chosen for four more months while training progresses into a more combat oriented part. Those who distinguished themselves in leadership positions will be singled out, separated from their peers and placed under an even harder regimen than before. Mock fights and sports between groups should take place to train them, with ever changing rules. While during the first months it was possible for instructors to intervene to avoid unnecessary injury and take care of wounds, this will be strictly forbidden at this point. Any student leaving at this point will go in shame and cannot turn around. Her or his friends will witness the leaving together with the rest of the school. Any name quitting will receive a harsher regimen the next time this name is chosen. Students going for leadership positions should be pushed hard and encouraged to leave on their own accord, instructors are to maintain a careful balance. Any student leaving at this point should be supervised by their respective deity representative on the outside of the school.
 
VIII.
To leave the school, it should be told that they can do so at any time by ringing the big bell in the middle of the school and stand there until an instructor will arrive and tell them what to do next. The instructors should be encouraged to not react immediately during the first phase, and even outright ignore it until a student rings so often it goes on the nerves or does something similar during second phase. All students need to stand a time to be specified by the head of school in the arrest cell, facing the wall with the tenets of the school and learn them by heart. They can request to see the head of school to recite them, if the headmaster is satisfied, the student is allowed to lie down and sleep until the day in the arrest is over, at which point there will be another conversation with the headmaster. At this point, the student can chose to leave, finally, or return to her or his class.
 
IX.
Civilians, if they seek shelter in the school during the Harsh Time, should be defended against come what may by the members of the school. They are not to speak with the students and kept in separate quarters. The headmaster will decided together with the head instructors on such matters, similarly if the civilians ask for help after the Harsh Time. The same rules apply. If necessary, older students shall man watchtowers and similar structures if their training has progressed sufficiently far. In return, the civilians should supply a meager amount of food to the school.
 
X.
The students will be organized in classes, older classes are tasked with taking care of younger classes. It is not allowed to help with training regimen and similar tasks unless it is in courses which deal primarily with studying knowledge from books and parchments.
 
XI.
Students stealing food, gear or trying to cheat during trials, are to be punished severely. Students disregarding the rules of the school in regards to school property shall be punishes severely with labor.
 
2. Curriculum
 
3. Counceling
 
4. Overall concept
 
 
Cannot work on those who bring not a certain mind-set with them and are sufficiently durable and resiliant. Suspect high chance that things get out of hand in the worst possible way. Better means to achive goal, but need to study this further.

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Introduce Yourself / Aloha! I hope that one day I
« on: February 02, 2014, 06:34:08 am »

Aloha! I hope that one day I am going to hear some of those old stories.


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Just for Fun / A lot of little stings can
« on: January 29, 2014, 10:27:11 am »

A lot of little stings can kill a dragon just as much, no? Besides, we all know what kind of kobold would ride an ant, the kind of completely overpowered kobold with a prestige class combination that makes GMs cry.

Also, this:

 "Here at the end of all things" by DarrenGeers


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Ask A Gamemaster / Well, even if your character
« on: January 29, 2014, 09:33:26 am »

Well, even if your character becomes an NPC in the end, until then, it'll be an incredible story and journey! Go for it!


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Development Journals and Discussion / “Daddy, daddy!”Kyreth
« on: January 28, 2014, 06:05:39 pm »
“Daddy, daddy!”
Kyreth stumbled, tumbled through the light underbrush towards where his father, clenching his left hand into a fist, balancing himself throught the maze of fallen branches, logs and small bushes. “Guess what me found - ” The boy smirked. His father would never guess what he had found!
Aden turned around with a smile, balancing the collected resin on the piece of bark. His son sniffed, and tilted his head a bit. He knows something's wrong, Aden thought. It was almost impossible to hide something from him, he must have gotten that from his mother.
“A stone.”
Kyreth chuckled and opened his fist, grinning proudly. Usually, he brought back some seashells or other small things when they were at the shore. They had made Breanna a small necklace even, seashells and small stones and the like.
It was a stone again, and Aden carefully placed the bark with the resin on the ground to take a closer look at the find. The stone was of a dark orange color and almost as large as his fingertip. “What's it?”
He carefully turned the stone in his son's palm and smiled. “It's amber. Resin that turned into stone a long, long time ago.” Kyreth turned it between his fingers.
“Mommy or I can polish it for you, then you'll see.”
The boy nodded. “What will it look like?”
“The color of our eyes.”
 
He carefully wrapped the resin in fallen pine needles before putting them into his bag while Kyreth studied the stone.
“So it's forest frozen in past.”
Aden nodded. The sentence reminded him of Galathea, something she said about the color of the eyes of his and his son's – but that was all past now, deep past.
 
Brea was waiting for them with supper, and Kyreth proudly showed her the amber. She smiled, silently, ruffled his hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek. But the way she looked at her husband made clear that she clearly sensed that something was wrong, something troubling him. “Let's eat. I'll polish it later.”
 
He had made the fire not very far from home – there could have been better places, far away from the city. At least nobody was bothering him this time with regulations, rules, taxes, fines and fees, the state with its vultures and ticks.
And this was how he remembered, with a rite he learned from the Wolfswood itself. Flames and sparks rose into the starlit nightsky, and it was cold. How cold was the void, how long the road a soul had to travel, and which challenges to overcome?
The resin burned bright, sweet scent of the woods rising high in smoke swirls – up and away into the sky, where this and the spirit world mixed.
“Travel safe, Galathea, from this world to the next through all the realms in between. May your soul find its true resting place, far from the troubles of this world. Inspire us, lead us and so watch over us, until we no longer remember you and your deeds.”
Breanna took his hand and Kyreth's. So they stood, shoulder to shoulder, watching the stars, until there were nothing but embers left and even those had died out.
“Let's go home.”
But he couldn't help to look over his shoulder, for a moment. At the outcrop, next to where the fire had been, something seemed to peel out of the darkness, the silhouette of a large wolf, like caught starlight and filaments of shadows.
“Love?”
He turned his head to Breanna, and smiled weakly. It would be best not to tell his wife, but maybe he should eventually. Seeing ghosts wasn't exactly sign of good mental health.
“It's nothing.”
 
“Daddy?”
Kyreth was calm, thoughtful, not just sleepy. He could sense it, the difference, and he had a strange feeling about it. He grabbed his father's hand and won't let go.
“Are there ghosts?”
Aden nodded, and Kyreth bit his lip. “Good ones and bad ones, or just bad ones?” Aden tilted his head a bit, studying his son. “Both. Maybe there are spirits, souls that protect us.” He hugged his son, who reached for the necklace around his father's neck, the entangled amulet of silver, topaz, gold and the symbol of the Longstrider. “You daddy will always protect you and mommy, even if you do not see him, or he is not there.” Kyreth nodded. “I'll protect mommy too.”
Aden smiled, because he believed it in all the nativity. Never underestimate children. For a moment, he thought of hiding his family somewhere safe, to hide them from the world, and now then ever, having his son in his arms, this desire for a safe den was stronger than ever.
“Will you protect me when you are gone from this world?”
Aden nodded, feeling the pang and ice deep down inside. “I will. I promise.” Kyreth smiled and changed the subject suddenly. “Tell me a story, daddy.”
The ranger smiled and begun, not noticing his wife standing behind them in the door frame, watching silently, pale and beautiful, and with a worried but yet happy small smile on her face.
 
She hugged him, when her son finally felt asleep, and her closeness and the feeling of her lips on his neck let the ranger's hair stand on end.
“We missed you so much.”
Her head rested on his shoulder, he could feel her adoration for both her rascals. “You seem restless. Come. Tell me all about it.”
She hugged him closely, and he got up, slowly.
 
“Do you want me to repair it?” She pointed at the leather armor that hung in his closet. He shook his head and hugged her. “No. It's good like it is. Gala gave it to me.” She understood, warpped his arms around him and then finally, the tears came.
 
 
She woke him, later that night. It was cold, dawn was still hours away.
“You're talking in your reverie, my love.” Her eyes studied him, worried, adoringly. “What happened? You never told me much about your grandfather.”
All his muscles seemed to ache, and the ice inside was slowly thawing. “I've been tested, by the Longstrider. And I passed. For now.” She kissed him.
“Rest. Things will be much clearer then. Stay a while. Let me help you.” She paused. “Please?”
He wrapped his arms around her, and she smiled. “I will. No need to ask me for it.”

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