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written Wednesday, January 7 2004 16:25
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Who is ASD, and why is it cruel to remind you of him/her? And caohvc where did you get the dragon quote from? I just know it's based on Tolkien's famous 'wizards-subtle-quick-to-anger' quote. :P Also, I guess just reviving a dead topic isn't good enough for a former misc mod (is Imban one?). No, he has to dredge one up out of the deepest cellar... I wonder if it's the same with topics as with wine... :D On second thought, I guess not. [ Wednesday, January 07, 2004 16:30: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 7 2004 14:17
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We're delivering the roleplay by Weather Balloon?? :eek: -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 7 2004 13:56
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Erika has a cool personality though. If you really think about it, she's at least as embittered as Rentar, because of that curse. You might sort of wonder what had happened had she chosen to unleash her vengeance on the Surface like Rentar, rather than on Hawthorne. Hell, they might have been working together to destroy the world (Erika and Rentar). Scary thought, that. -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 7 2004 13:53
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ADoS: He is. Pretty embarassing for anyone who fell for it (me included). Don't be tempted to send any emails or sign any chainmails with petitions to take it down. It's in bad taste, but it's still a joke. -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 6 2004 22:20
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OOC: MSW, that character has never been 'my own'; I didn't say that to keep anything to myself, or something. And I knew that as a mystery fan you'd want your char to unravel the identity of the mage; that's why I feared there would be trouble. Don't take it personally or anything. -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 6 2004 14:37
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OOC: Sorry, FZ. School started today, and I'm under some pressure. I'll make a brief post to stay with the plot now, but don't expect major action until tomorrow. :rolleyes: IC: The party of six ((ooc: coincidence. pure coincidence, I swear)) had left long before noon, and were making good time as they had all been equipped with horses - well, riding mounts anyway, Taron thought as he eyed the old, slow donkey at the end of their line and the vicious giant lizard he rode. Taron had lost the trail of the object now, but the spell still was in place, as he could feel. As soon as they came into range, Taron would notice it. And so they rode on. They did not encounter anybody, hostile or not. The action was not here, but away in Northeast Pralgrad, on the other side of the continent ((afaik, anyway)). This place was empty of soldiers, only the occasional ruins and rubble reminding Taron that a war was currently taking place. When night fell, the six had managed to cover almost eighty miles. They consulted and quickly agreed to rest only for a few hours and ride on in the cover of darkness — even in this desolated land, it was safer that way: The Solarans were still looking for both the two traitors, and they were likely to recognize him if he encountered any. As, however, Taron reined in his lizard and called for a stop, and Bruce and Feodoric set up a campfire — making sure that it was hidden by the surrounding bushes and could not be seen from afar — they had a visitor. A man appeared, clothed in a dark robe. His face was partly concealed by the robe, but one half of it was lighted by the campfire, the left eye glinting brightle. And then, he spoke. 'You are attempting to take what is MINE, and what is destined for the one I chose. I warn you, peasants, do not try to thwart me, for it will be your end.' Taron started to say something, but the mage cut him up short when he spoke again. 'I have brought you here to listen, not to speak. I should kill you now, but for the moment you serve my cause well. Take this; as it will aid you in completing the purpose I have in mind for you. Go now, and do what is in your power to acquire the Doomguard, but remember: It is MINE.' The wizard turned, took a few steps away from them and was suddenly gone. Michael, the fletcher, walked towards the campfire to examine the things that the mysterious figure had tossed on the ground. One of them was a small, hard object, wrapped in black cloth. There was a note stuck to the cloth. Do not open this before you have the Doomguard. Taron had suspicions as to its purpose; he decided not to open it at any time, Doomguard or no. The second object seemed to be some sort of a black crystal. Taron had no idea as to what it was, but it emanated powerful magic. They would undoubtedly find a use for it later. The third was another crystal, nearly round but slightly egg-shaped. It shone with a dark blood-red color, and was warm, even hot, to the touch. Taron had the feeling he ought to remember what this was from his studies, but he could not place it. The red crystal, too, emanated magic. This doesn't make sense, was Taron's first thought. If the wizard was so powerful, he could certainly retrieve the Doomguard himself? And who did he want to deliver the Doomguard to? Kylen was dead! Why was he so desperate not to let Sol touch it? And if the mage indeed wanted to set one of the emperors onto the throne, then who remained? Sol was not the mage's candidate, and nor was Hugo — he had become Emperor too recently. Ironclad was in a fix from which the mage could have helped him with his powers if he wanted that. What did the mage truly want? Well, that could wait until later. For now, the six were intent on trying to rest as much as possible in the four hours they were staying, before riding onward... Edit: Gave Taron a little red egg-shaped something the exact nature of which he ought to know, having studied magic theory, but doesn't. :P [ Sunday, January 11, 2004 03:01: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 6 2004 13:28
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Uh, you couldn't help but post *what*, Saunders? :confused: -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 5 2004 12:09
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What is yaoi? :confused: -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 5 2004 07:23
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You could also edit something else in. I heard Alorael say a large picture of a mango will do the trick. :P -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 5 2004 06:55
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Maybe make the people script it themselves, but only allow certain commands in the script, that don't affect the environment or the character directly, but only the actions of the character. That would give people the opportunity for their own AI while still preventing abuse of certain commands such as instakilling or healing. Hey, there could be several different extra contests for the arena. One that gives everyone the same monster to see which AI is best. One that gives every monster the same AI... maybe several of those, one for casters, one for archers, one for close combat, etc... :) -------------------- Encyclopaedia • Archives • Members • RSS [Topic / Forum] • Blog • Polaris • NaNoWriMo Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. I have a love of woodwind instruments. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 15:24
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My Opera browser would be equally unaffected, though, since I completely disable popups. It's a beautiful, nearly spamfree life... :D (only leads to trouble when taking Spidweb polls or previewing your post here, since that opens a popup). -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 11:40
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Nice one, EM. But couldn't you write with a little more sense and realism? -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 09:25
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So you have some more convincing to do, SMoE. Personally, I think it's rather improbable, since you're very clearly distinguished from each other in the Polaris boards. But, hey, that might be show. :D -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 07:41
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OOC: Nice one, that last bit. :D Taron will only set out now, since another long IC would amount to hijacking the plot; I just posted after all. IC: 'Destroy it?' 'Only if we can't get it into our possession. Which we don't have much hope of. Destroying it is much easier.' 'But destroy it?!', another of the selected soldiers asked, a bit aghast. 'We could use it, couldn't we? Any aid now would be of great help!' 'No, it wouldn't, because the thing is rigged to destroy everything within ten miles as soon as it is switched on, and we haven't figured out how to change that. We might possibly be able to use it even thus to our advantage, but it is even more important that Sol doesn't get it. You know what kind of cruelty he would work with it.' The man, with the memory of the atrocities fresh in mind, paled and nodded. Taron eyed the crew in front of him again. An archer, a crossbowman, and two burly swordfighters called Bruce and Feodoric. Ronald the archer and the two fighters were from Linda's group who had got Taron out of the SAFT. They could be depended upon, more or less, as long as they weren't sent on a suicide mission. The crossbowman was the town fletcher who had recently joined the Populists after losing relatives in one of the towns Jehan Sol had razed. He was intensely loyal to the group and Linda, and would fight to the death against Sol. And then there was a rather shady character who did not reveal his name. An assassin. That reminded Taron. I guess those people will be here before we're back. Five of them, they said, including a mage. Four good assassins, and any leader is a push-over normally, and together with a mage, they're even more dangerous. They could not afford to lose Linda now, or the Populists would lose a figurehead. That's the trouble with holding rousing speeches; people will follow you until you're dead, but no further. The Populists here could probably prevent any accidents, as long as Linda didn't go outside too much in the following few days and avoided the more murky areas of the town. Still... 'We leave immediately.' It was several hours before noon, the day after Linda's negotiation with Ironclad. 'I will meet you in ten minutes outside; get any equipment ready and prepare for about a few days' journey.' OOC: Not really ten minutes. A day, more likely, in real time. ;) [ Sunday, January 04, 2004 07:49: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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OOC: I didn't know you could kill off your char. :eek: :P IC: As Linda finished her speech, Taron was just as enchanted by it as those citizens down there. True — as a professional fighter he had less to worry about being slain by soldiers raiding the town, and as a mercenary he was not forced by any sovereign to fight for a cause he did not agree with. But that, precisely, was the point. Taron might be a mercenary, but he was not without rigid morals. Morals that told him never to betray an employer, unless that employer could be called 'evil'. Evil could be loosely defined, but from what Linda had just said about the atrocities against the Populists, Jehan Sol fitted most of these definitions pretty well. Done, then. At least, he did not need to worry about treason; Sol was a man who was not worthy of loyalty. And when the chant grew audible, Taron had to restrain himself very much to not join in shouting, 'Death to Sol!' He remained silent however. That would look stupidt. Best maintain some dignity at least. He at last had a bow and arrows again; the old priest had been keeping a small armory for the Populists and was quick enough to comply when Taron explained his problem. So where are we going next? Taron wondered as he hurried to keep up. The Doomguard was nearly out of his range now. He had had a brief tingling sensation some time earlier, telling him magic had come into contact with the object he was scrying for. If that was the Doomguard being switched on, we're as good as dead. It also reminded Taron that he should tell Linda about the spell. 'Linda.' 'Yes?', she snapped. 'About, ah, that Doomguard---', he didn't get any further. 'Yes, high time you told me that you lost it, I wouldn't have noticed. Good job, too. You know what happens if someone switches it on.' 'Well, before those SAFT people ambushed me and stole it, I managed to fix a scrying spell on it. Sort of like a magical bug, allowing me to pinpoint it as long as it stays within a certain range, and---' 'Get to the point, old man. Are you telling me that you know where it is?' 'To an extent. I'm pretty sure that Solarans took it from the SAFT sailors some time back, or at least that is what it sounded like. It's moving a little faster now, as if carried by a cart. And it's sort of in that direction.' He pointed Northwest. 'Should we retrieve it? We don't have enough men probably, and we're probably too late, but we might be able to destroy it in a pinch. I'd personally be much happier if there wasn't this big machine waiting to be switched on and killing everything. Especially as long as we're within ten miles of it. What do you say?' [ Tuesday, January 06, 2004 08:37: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 12:08
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Dolney's a h4xx0r? :P He might just be bluffing, you know... ;) -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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OOC: Linda's unconscious, Petoria's in another town, and Solarans are searching for us. On that note, I'd best edit that stuff in my last post about the Solaran soldier; a soldier wouldn't work together with the SAFT, and also wouldn't resort to Taron's own weaponry since he'd have plenty himself. So it's a mercenary/assassin hired by Vida now. IC: Taron was out of breath from the strain of half-carrying, half-dragging Linda to the side of the street. They were being hunted by both the Solarans and the SAFT. The SAFT were no problem; they hired mercenaries which would be loyal to gold and their own hide. The Solarans on the other hand had a good intelligence network and intensely loyal fighters — among whom you counted yourself not long ago, his conscience reminded him. It would not be long at all until Solaran assassins were filching the whole city for them; they might not even have a day. Taron thought about how to get away. The Solarans would certainly surround the city before entering it. But it was a coast city, and they might be able to sneak out on a ship. Not many non-SAFT ships here though... He was about to knock on the door when he noticed a strange tug close by from somewhere further along the road. It took him a while to remember the Doomguard. No way I can carry a ton and a half golem AND a mage, no sir. Let alone the SAFT people guarding it. He would have to ignore it for now. Just then, there seemed to be a slight commotion. People shouting muffledly, one distinguishable as "There's the thing! Get it, they must be somewhere close by!" ((OOC: Some of Kevin's elites have stumbled on the thief band moving the doomguard. They're NPCs, so nothing wrong with controlling them. :P )) ___________________________________________________ A very old man in a cowl opened the door an inch, holding a loaded crossbow in the other hand. In these times, you were very careful to see for whom you opened your door, especially at night. The lightly armored man and the unconscious woman immediately identifiable as a mage by her robe seemed to reassure him slightly. No street gang or group of soldiers come to raid his house. "What do you want?" Taron spun a likely tale about two cutthroats who had assaulted them in the road while they were going to the potions shop next door. He had managed to kill one of the villains with a stone to the head &mdash he gestured behind him at the corpse still lying some ten meters down the road — but the other one had been able to shoot a crossbow at his companion, knocking her out. The man looked very suspiciously at Taron, then behind him to see if there was an ambush waiting. Eventually he beckoned. "Come in, come in." the old man closed the door behind them and put away his crossbow. He helped Taron to carry Linda to a small couch. "Curious. That is hardly a wound one would faint from, I should say." "The bolt, ah, was probably, mmh, coated in something. Sleeping poison. Or something." Taron said, not cery convincingly. "Ah." the old man uttered neutrally. Then he made a tentative step forward, and a took off his cowl. He had a snow-white hair and a matching beard. His left hand gesturing at Linda lying on the couch, he muttered and closed his eyes. Linda stirred, then groaned. A wizard! Or at least, a healer. ((ooc: Linda's awake now, fyi, FZ) "And now tell me who you are running from, mercenary. How did it happen that your companion got shot with the same crossbow that you carry in your pocket? And most of all, who is it that you betrayed?" Taron was silent as he fumbled for a reply. [ Friday, January 02, 2004 11:01: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Drawing to a close? Why? Is it still going on, or has it stopped? -------------------- Encyclopaedia • Archives • Members • RSS [Topic / Forum] • Blog • Polaris • NaNoWriMo Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. I have a love of woodwind instruments. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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What does it do? -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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quote:1338? or did I post again and ruin it? What number did you mean and why do you love it? :confused: -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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OOC: No, he's obviously not. :P It seems to be his crossbow though, since she's immediately unconcscious. Oh yes, Taron is still with the two sailors and the doomguard at the moment. IC: ___________________________________________________ At least not another surprise attack, went through Taron's mind as he readied his dagger, ready to kill this time. One burly sailor could be quieted with a quick punch to the head, but two at once required stronger measures. He was retreating, seeking both higher, darker and narrower ground. The way he stood now, the two assailants could attack him from two sides at once, a tactical disadvantage. His mind registered the thief band slowly hauling off the doomguard. Nothing to be done about it now. He could not hope to chase off the thief band, the third sailor and his assailants simultaneously, especially as the two kept pushing him further and further from the doomguard. Just then, a thought hit his head. Magic, fool! The voice sounded again. He could not fight with it, but he could damn well keep an eye on the doomguard. In a manner of speaking, anyway. He muttered a few words under his breath, and gestured toward the doomguard with one hand and fixed its image inside his head. You had to touch the object in question normally, but with some imagination and concentration it worked over a distance as well. Now, as long as the thieves did not get too far — unlikely in the short time, since it worked over several miles — he would be able to pinpoint its approximate location without any additional spellcasting. He already felt a light tug inside his head pulling him toward the alleyway the thieves were just moving into. The two sailors had drawn back apprehensively and were hesitating. This could work. Taron continued to gesture menacingly as if forming an energy bolt or similar, the sailors watching worriedly, not knowing about his inability. Just then, he half shouted the formula for the light spell, bringing his hands down in a cutting gesture. A harmless sphere of light flew a short distance, and the sailors jumped aside. As they were distracted, Taron practically flew on top of one of them and killed him with a swift stab to the heart. That would be the first kill in... wow, two years, he thought, just as an arrow narrowly missed his left ear and another stone hit his back. He was badly outnumbered, it seemed. Watching for more stones and looking around for cover, he completely neglected to keep an eye on the other sailor, who was advancing on him with a cudgel from behind. A muffled thud later, Taron was sleeping soundly. ___________________________________________________ Taron woke up and, like so many others in his situation, wished he hadn't. His head did not seem about to split up, or filled with liquid stone. It felt like a hundred stonecutters had been chipping away at his skull using toothpicks as chisels. Nevertheless, he managed to get up, shake his head and look at his surroundings. He was lying on a trashheap in a small side street. He did not know how much time had passed, but it was still dark, so he could not have been out too long. Determined to be more careful this time, Taron set out again. He wished he could just stay on the trash heap and get a good sleep after this beating, but he had to warn the others. There were a lot of traitors still out there, and they would be able to badly maul the remaining group if they were caught unawares. He felt for his dagger and his crossbow. Both had been taken from him. Bad and worse. The crossbow would be able to knock out anyone with even the smallest scratch for a few minutes, and a full hit for the better part of half an hour. A slight tingle went down his spine, but he was ready this time. Hah! he thought triumphantly as he dived to the ground, a crossbow bolt of familiar design clanging against the cobbles next to him. At least he knew where it was now. He ran to cover, but the assailant seemed to have lost interest. Taron watched the man running over the rooftops in full moonlight ? amateur! ? seemingly having seen an important target. A small shout of surprise and/or pain was audible, in a voice he almost, but not quite recognized over the distance. He was already running toward the source before he recognized it as Linda's. He turned around another corner, and saw both the attacker and her. The man had just climbed down a drain and was walking toward her crumpled form with a drawn dagger. This was no sailor. It was a soldier. A mercenary, Taron realized as he stepped out of the shadow and his garb became more visible. An expletive crossed his lips silently. The SAFT was throwing everything they'd got at them. So this was the test. Taron had known it would come eventually, as soon as he realized Linda was plotting treason. The choice was simple. He could hold off the man who was obviously going to kill her, or he could keep away and let him stab her with his own dagger. Taron considered. To save her would be treason. Irreversibly. He would aid a traitor knowingly, thus bringing the fault on himself. To let her be killed would be... Taron searched for a word. Not treason, but certainly treachery. She had trusted him. It would also be extremely ungrateful, Taron supposed. She had got him out of Vida's captivity, without any advantage to herself; she had enough fighters. Besides, Taron did not know what to do once she was killed. Own up to the Solaran? Madness. He'd either be killed or captured, and Sol was not likely to forgive his treason just on account of him not having saved Linda. A traitor either way. But not dishonored. He decided, even as he picked up a loose cobblestone, and took aim. He was an archer after all... ___________________________________________________ The man was lying dead on the street, blood slowly leaking from his mouth. Taron's stone had broken his skull. Taron was moving quickly now. The crossbow bolt was coated in a sleeping potion, but that did not mean it wasn't deadly if aimed correctly. Moreover, the accuracy of the hit would determine how long Linda was out. She was lying on her side, and so he immediately saw that the bolt had buried itself into her shoulder up to the fletching. Another, more dirty expletive exploded from his mouth even as he removed the bolt ? which was easy as the bolt was not manufactured to stick in, but went out smoothly. There were Solarans and SAFT people about who wanted them both dead, the doomguard was being stolen, and Linda would be unconscious for at least twenty minutes, if not an hour, depending on her resiliency. Taron was scrawny, and he knew he could not carry the mage. Attempting to drag her carefully by the shoulders, he slowly moved toward a door by the side, quickly making up a short story about an assault by street bandits that he would tell to the housekeeper he would ask for shelter. OOC: There, how's that? Oh yes, and if Petoria's shop is in the vicinity, then it's the door Taron knocks at. [ Saturday, January 03, 2004 06:49: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Canning is much easier than Banning. You'll never get banned if you ask nicely for it. Canned, on the other hand... as 5 times, and there you go, I guess. :P -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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I had Exile Historian once. For five whole days, if I remember correctly. :D -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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OOC: With Vida, Kevin and Sol all wanting my head, I can’t really afford to be knocked out now, sorry. Besides, the scuffle thing indicated already that he's still there. Taron had a natural tendency towards paranoia. Not unusual in his trade. Dark caverns, the occasional monsters – getting rarer, but still very much extant on Pralgrad in this day and age –, magic traps, things out to kill you… It eventually got to an adventurer, especially if he fought alone. And thus, he had developed an unerring instinct for whenever something was about to attack him. Not very bloody useful though, he thought – for what must have been the hundredth time in his life, if not more – as, just a second after a sharp tingle went down his spine, a heavy thud rang in his ears and a dull pain exploded in his head. Anyone else not wearing a helmet – no bow, no helmet, no combat spells..., the inner voice admonished once again – would have been knocked unconscious, but Taron had a thick skull, as anyone who had ever argued with him would have quickly pointed out. As it happened, he was slightly dazed, his head ringing like a bell, but he was conscious, and would remain so. Quickly, the possible reactions rattled through his head, still only seconds after he had received the stone on the head. Activate the Doomguard? Linda had told him to do so if there was trouble, and if this wasn't, then he didn't want to feel *real* trouble hit him on the head. No, something in him reasoned. Not without warning the others, and this did not seem to come from the guards, so it wasn't the type of trouble the doomguard was for. What remained was to duck away before he'd be hit again, and see who it was who so desperately desired to do damage to his cerebrum. He reached for his dagger, but the attacker, obviously unprepared for him not being knocked out, dropped onto him and the scuffle started. Taron thought about shouting out, but the guards and Ironclad must not know he was here with the golem ready to strike. He struck back viciously. Taron was not strong, almost scrawny to be exact, but he was not bad in a streetbrawl. Nor was the other one seemingly — sailors weren't as a rule. He must ensure the Doomguard remained in place, and he also had to take care no one noticed him. Things were going to get tricky, just as Taron managed to hit his opponent's head on the side with his knuckle. Breathing out soundlessly, the sailor collapsed. Bound to be more here, I'll bet the whole crew we took on back at the SAFT are infiltrators. Damn Linda and her naive trustingness. -------------------- Nasty trickster stalking the web! 406 victims! " "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. The Encyclopædia Ermariana is growing. ;) Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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About the Firewall/AIM thingie: I'm using a Proxy server, which is a lot like a Firewall. In the settings for AIM (I'm using Trillian, but I can look at my old messenger to see how it works), you can set the IP of a Proxy so that it logs in through that server. I don't know if a Firewall works the same as a Proxy, but you need to find the IP address of the Firewall server, and it should be in your browser settings somewhere under connections. If it's there, copy it into the settings of the messenger. If not, I don't know what to do either. -------------------- Encyclopaedia Ermariana • Forum Archives • Forum Statistics • RSS [Topic / Forum] My Blog • Polaris • I eat novels for breakfast. Polaris is dead, long live Polaris. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |