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written Tuesday, December 30 2003 01:20
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OOC: I've been extremely inactive because I couldn't think of a way to get my character out. Congrats FZ, that was a cool idea. :) IC: Taron wondered about what was going on. Linda seemed to have gone over to Ironclad, or at least that was what he had deduced from what she told him. He was violently opposed to treason, but on the other hand Linda had just got him out of the SAFT headquarters, so he figured he owed her. Besides, well, it wasn't treason as long as he did not know where they were going, and she hadn't payed him, and he hadn't fought anyone. And she hadn't said they were going to fight for Ironclad that openly, had she? No, there had only been remote hinting. No treason at all. He chuckled as he realized the line of thought he was following. Time enough to worry about loyalty later. For now, he'd follow her group of mercenaries. Also, the Doomguard did rather impress him. "You stole it from Sol?", he asked amusedly, still chuckling. "I wouldn't trust it all that much though." his expression became sober. "The sender was not named, but the documents were precise enough to say that it was picked up by the Falcon from an Imperial ship some distance from the coast at East Pralgrad. There aren't all that many Imperial ships, and they're controlled by the Ironclads." he looked up nervously at the gigantic golem. "When the Ironclads give the Kylens a Doomguard in these times, you'd wonder what it does once you turn it on." Linda told him what it did once you turned it on. "I guess I've been lagging behind the plot lately," he said, wincing as he looked back at the deadly construct. A while later, there was an old sailor surrounded by a group of little children on the road, effectively blocking it. Linda shouted at them to get out of the way, and while she and the sailor were arguing, Taron noticed the cloth-covered cart he was leaning against from the right shifting slighty. He assumed the mule had stepped to the side. Just a few moments later, Linda turned back towards the cart and gave a shout. The cover was open at the front and back, and so she saw that the Doomguard was missing. Taron realized from her expression what must happened immediately. Turning, he and the other fighters followed Linda and the sailor, running back down the alley, looking from side to side as they went. If I let that Doomguard be stolen right from under my arm, Linda will absolutely kill me. She already seems to think I'm an idiot. Luckily, a Doomguard is not an easy thing to carry even for seven strong seamen. It was not a whole minute before they rounded a corner and could see the thieves in the distance. They would soon have a fight on their hands. Still no treason though. Those aren't Solarans. He would need to stop thinking in those terms soon, he knew; it would give him trouble at some point. Pity I didn't get my bow. Angrily, he dismissed the thought of going back to the SAFT guards and demanding it back. Good bows were hard to come by in the best of times, and in war... he shook his head as he drew the dagger out of his boot and raced onwards, even as he saw Linda weaving a spell. Combat magic. Now there's a useful thing you could have learnt in all that time you spent in the library. -------------------- 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, December 28 2003 12:40
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You'll have to invert the member number somehow or other, I guess. Lower member#= better, while lower post count=worse (at least in the popular opinion, which is not necessarily correct). -------------------- "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, December 28 2003 10:36
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*rushes in to comply* "Nephils absolutely whoop the asses of the Sliths!!" *runs away before the wrath of the GoDT can strike him*. :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 Sunday, December 28 2003 09:54
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'I do not commit treason,' Taron blurted out, trying to sound resolute. In a way, that was his only chance to satisfy his morals while working as a mercenary. 'That would be a pity, you know. You are not exactly in a safe or comfortable position, and I certainly will not allow you to go free with the knowledge of our associations recent shipments just like that.' Vida said, her thin, predator-like smile becoming smug. 'You surely did not think I would have kept it to myself, did you? By now, Sol will know what you were going to deliver to the Kylens', Taron said in a confident tone, hoping as he did so that Linda had picked up his note while she was here. He knew that she had been here again, in part because he was sure Sol would never accept the deal Vida had sent Linda back with, and in part because the guards had taken positive delight in letting him know that she had been here without even knowing of his predicament. Sol must hear of it at once. This abomination had best be destroyed. Having studied the theory of all the powerful spells, Taron knew what foul magic ((ooc: anything goes, really, but Taron wants to destroy the doomguard for some reason)) was involved in constructing a Doomguard. Of course, once Sol gets to hear of it, he will want to use it for his own ends. Well, I guess that cannot be avoided. He spoke again. 'Besides, you can only keep me here so long. Sol will recall me to my post in the army eventually, and he knows that I'm here. If I die, the negotiations will be over.' 'What makes you so sure about that?' Vida replied sweetly. 'You know that as a mercenary, your status is "Expendable".' Expendable. Taron hated that word, especially if it was applied to people of his profession. He tried to keep his face under control, but shivered with rage. She had him then, and she knew it. That was his one weak point, the distrust and the indifference of his employers. She only needed to say that one single sentence, just a few words, and he would become a traitor. Honor. Recognition. A good post, a safe assignment and respect. 'I offer you twice as much as he pays you.' Taron gazed at her face, and was enraged as well as relieved. Wrong answer. Vida as an employer would offer him the same distrust and expendability as Sol, and that was enough to remind him of his morals. He would not be bought. 'I do not commit---', he started slowly, as he finished thinking. He looked up. What people tend to forget is that anyone who can be bought once is available for purchase for again as much from another, the words of a long-dead companion went through his mind. He broke off in midsentence. "You would trust a traitor?" ---- OOC: My character is going through an ethical dilemma at the moment, and I identify with my characters too strongly to make this an easy decision. This might go on for some time, rp time as well as real time. [ Sunday, December 28, 2003 13:46: 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 Sunday, December 28 2003 08:28
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I forgot something, but Zephyr reminded me: - cutting back on flames and nasty comments. Remember, for every bad joke I make I choke back a hundred more. :P - realizing that false modesty *is* a virtue, as long as no one realizes it's false. :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, December 28 2003 04:17
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OOC: FZ, who did Linda suggest sending the mercenaries to? If it's the Solarans, I might have my character called back from SAFT and sent to the Kylenian front, or something. It would at least put my character into action again... -------------------- 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, December 27 2003 14:27
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-Making 1322, no 1323 posts in less than eight months. -Eating 367 brains of Spiderwebbers (and you wondered about the sanity of this board? :P ) -Deciding to make my own Ermarian site less than three months after my arrival at this community. -... managing to cut my boasting off after only three points on the list... :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 Friday, December 26 2003 04:53
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OOC: Yep, but the first version was based on me not reading Premonition's post properly. This second version is how he would react fitting his character. Also, remember that just because Taron *thinks* the deal is a bogus doesn't mean he is right. He is just a bit paranoid, remember. Oh, btw, I tried to follow the action of this rp, but I'm baffled as to where the cargo ended up. Do the Kylenians, Solarans or Ironclads have it, or did SAFT get it back? The ship was empty at some point, wasn't it? -------------------- 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 Friday, December 26 2003 03:51
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OOC: lol, you wrote my character as far as the confrontation with Vida, leaving me no choice but in turn to control *your* char. :P IC: Blast. That was one of the milder things that went through Taron's mind. This woman is uncanny. Surprise room inspections in the middle of the night? He had managed to shove the parchments under his bed as soon as the door opened — instinctively, he was always prepared to quickly stuff away anything he was currently reading, a reflex that had stayed with him since childhood ((ooc: :D )) — and put on an innocent expression. But this was not mum visiting your room late at night to make sure you weren't ruining your eyes, and she was definitely not duped as easily. Try as he might, Taron could not conceal the fact that he was wide awake, out of his bed, fully dressed, some time between midnight and dawn. I should have remembered to change so I could at least pretend to have fallen out of bed, he thought desperately. "What. Have you. Been doing." She spoke in short, measured tones that spoke of extreme suspicion. "Uh. Um, nothing, really. I thought I'd go out for a drink of water---" Vida's gaze swivelled to a jug of water that was standing right next to his bed. Full. She did not say anything for a while. Then she spoke again. "I heard the rustle of parchment as I opened the door." Darn, it's just like being twelve years again. "You have been either reading something, or writing. A message, possibly?" This, then, was the rescue. Taron's eyes brightened. "Ah, yes. Yes! I was writing a message to send back to my employers. You see, because of our successful negotiations yesterday." He was talking very fast. Too fast. "Your colleague Linda is already reporting, is she not? And if you were reporting our wonderful success yesterday, then why are you so quick to hide it under your BED?" She spat the last word out explosively, and Taron thought his heart would stop. If she found the secret cargo records under his bed now, the negotiations were forfeit, and quite possibly his life as well. He hadn't thought so feverishly for years. Kill her? He doubted he was a match even with his dagger; she had once been a sailor after all, and he was rather scrawny. Besides, the body would complicate matters. Stun her with a dart? Same problem there, plus she would wake up soon and he could kiss his head goodbye. And suddenly it hit him. She must KNOW. THAT was why she had made him stay here at the SAFT headquarters. She had found out about his intrusion and his theft, and she had deliberately sent Linda away and kept him here just to surprise him when he read the record. The mercenary sent to rescue the trapped ambassador, trapped himself now, like a bird in a cage. He took care not to let the flicker of thoughts show on his dismayed face. The successful negotiations must be a bogus. The room was guarded. Nothing kept him here now but Vida, who would want to make sure that he did not manage to get out the news on the Falcon's cargo. He would have to get away from here at the next moment. Jump through a window. he thought, and his back chose that moment to send a spasm of pain up his spine to remind him of his age and the fact that he was three stories above the ground. Not to mention the guards with crossbows down below. He was, to put it bluntly, buggered. Quick as lightning, he went over what would save his life. Vida could not know if he had broken the code — he had been careful not to write his knowledge down —, and she could not know whether, assuming he had broken it, he had told Linda. Linda was even bound to arrive back at Solaria late in the morning or earlier, out of Vida's reach. If Vida believed Taron had reported his findings to her, he was safe, for now. If she found out he was the only one who knew, he would be dead quicker than you could say "no witnesses." He steeled himself for what lay ahead. OOC: This is getting tight for my character, but it's extremely fun to write. [ Friday, December 26, 2003 04:43: 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 Wednesday, December 24 2003 13:34
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OOC: Sorry, occasionally I have the tendeny to go on, and on, and on, and on, and on... IC: Taron was so surprised that he had to steady himself to keep from falling right off the wall. As he climbed down to his own window on the third floor, he went over the new information. On the surface, there was none none. Linda had opened the window, and sent him off to find out about the cargo of a ship called the Falconimmediately. But there had been much more: A quick analytic gaze from Linda as he had knocked, followed by a slight expression of doubt. Ah, yes, the traditional suspicion of mercenaries. Then, an annoyed glare. She found that he was meddling and endangering the negotiations: That must mean one of two things. Either the negotiations were going so well that sending in any support now would show a distrust that might hurt the deal. Unlikely. Or it meant that the relation was so strained that any sign of uncertainty now might be fatal. More likely. As to how to get to the library, Taron was baffled. He had found Linda's room with a minor scrying spell, next to no problem as few of the rooms were occupied and only one inhabitant was impatiently stalking circles in her room. The library however... Taron would have to take his chance with that. Stopping by his room, he stopped to catch his breath, picked up his backpack — he might have to leave here rather quickly — and went out for facade-climbing again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sensation Taron would remember supremely afterwards was the smell. It had been a long time since he had been in a large library, and the odour of old tomes was almost intoxicating to him. Forcing himself to stay focused on his task, he swiftly went over the room with an experienced eye to check for doors. One of the shelves, obviously. The trick just never grew out of fashion, Taron thought, sighing. Behind him was the hallway, before him a row of windows. The right side was bare wall. That left the left side. As he examined the lot for any buttons, levers or other suspicious features, he could not help reading some of the titles. One tiny volume of obviously hand-written parchment bound in black leather caught his eye; he gasped as he read the title. After looking nervously around him out of instinct, then casting a feeble spell to examine the thing for traps, he quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into his backpack. This will doubtlessly prove very useful later on. ((ooc: no, I don't know what it contains either. But I might decide to inject it into the plot later when it seems suitable.)) And lo and behold, as he examined the shelf again, he saw a glimps of wooden wall in the gap, which contrasted to the bricked and furnished walls around him. Mere seconds later, he had also found the switch to open the door. This was risky, because he could not check for traps. His magic allowed him to see if moving an object triggered a mechanism, thereby identifying it as trapped. The switch was *supposed* to operate a mechanism, so his spell would be useless as it did not distinguish between a trap and a secret door. Trusting his luck, Taron pulled back the fake book until there was a click, and the whole shelf slid down noiselessly. Where would I be without this people's obsession with the best technology money can buy? Behind it, there was just a wooden door, which opened easily. A bit too easily... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seconds later, Taron began to have misgivings. Sneaking around on the premises of SAFT was one thing. Assaulting a guard of the SAFT was another, and would have ramifications when the guard recovered from the sleeping poison on the crossbow dart. This was unfair! Secret rooms were not *supposed* to be guarded! As quick as he could, Taron looked around. The vellum sheaf he was looking for was lying on the table. Too easy once again. The guard groaned slightly; Taron hit him with two more darts in swift succession. He tucked the parchment into his pack, and frantically searched for a way to delay the moment when his intrusion was discovered. The sight of the opening mechanism from the inside lifted his spirits. With a few strokes of his dagger, he destroyed it: the door could — once closed — be opened from the outside only now, unless the guard was a mechanic. Closing the apparently soundproof door behind him, he turned back. Taron resisted the frighteningly strong urge to whistle as he went. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: Forgive me for this long IC and thanks for the patience. [ Thursday, December 25, 2003 12:34: 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 Wednesday, December 24 2003 04:49
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OOC: Just for us non-native speakers, what's a pinky-and-ring salute? Not really relevant, I concede. -------------------- 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, December 23 2003 15:56
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OOC: Okay, sorry for taking so long. This was one great movie btw... well no matter. IC: "If you would follow me please?" the officer had said, and within less than fifteen minutes, Taron found himself at a conference table facing the commander ((what was is name, Drakefyre)). "Ah. I am pleased that you have answered my summons so swiftly, ..." the man seemed to struggle with what rank to address a mercenary. "Just mercenary will do, sir." "Well, you see, I have a special task for you." "Your seargent told me as much already, sir. I am profoundly honored. But what is the nature of this 'task'?" "Your records say that you are a minor mage and have had previous occupations as an..." again the officer faltered." "Adventurer, sir. That's the official designation as far as I know." ((OOC: You see, I have to put together some reason why they'd choose Taron. He's not an experienced diplomat, and they certainly didn't want him for his history knowledge.)) "Anyway, you have experience dealing with nasty things on your own." "You might say that." Taron suddenly froze and grew pale as he realized that this was not a time to boast. For all he knew, that man over there might be going to ask him to take on the Kylenian army by himself! "Within *reason*, of course," he hastened to add. "You might have heard of the emissary we sent to the Sailors Association of Free Trade?" "That apprentice mage?" "Exactly. We believe — that is, Jehan Sol believes — that there might be trouble as the SAFT has received other offers from our enemies. The leaders of SAFT would be convenienced if our negotiator were to suddenly disappear at this point, thus relieving themselves of the pressure of deciding." "You mean they'll try to assassinate her? Wouldn't that look a bit suspicious?" "We know that she is there, so they can't kill her outright. But they could come up with a way of arranging an 'accident', I'm sure." "So you want me to go and ensure that any such accidents will be prevented?" "Officially, you're just another negotiator. We wouldn't SAFT to think we're getting nervous and sending in any military. You'll have ambassadorial status, but don't forget your weaponry." "Which leaves two questions. One: What do I get?, Two: When do I leave?" "Trust me, we're keeping record; it'll be on your payroll. You leave right now, of course. A fast courier horse has been provided, please get there as soon as you can. You'll be riding through hostile territory for a while, so keep your head down and hurry." "Aye, Sir." Taron left the tent. ~~~~~~ The SAFT headquarters was a large, spacious building ((I think so, at least. :P )). As an announced ambassador, Taron was swiftly admitted, though the guards looked rather suspiciously at his military-like outfit. They relieved him of his bow, which did not go down well with him. It was one of very few means of defense that he had, failing the little dagger in his boot and the tiny crossbow hidden in his tunic. His magic was certainly not enough to do serious combat. After Taron had been shown into his quarters, he began to form a plan for how to go about his task. Certainly, the first point on the checklist was establishing some sort of contact with the emissary in order to receive an update on the current status of the negotiation. This, exactly, was what SAFT would attempt to prevent, seeing advantage in not allowing the two ambassadors to coordinate their work. OOC: I don't see how to continue this post without response now. Basically, Taron's there and ready to do whatever job you all had in mind. [ Wednesday, December 24, 2003 03:19: 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, December 23 2003 04:03
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OOC: I'll try to get in on the action again; it would help if I knew where precisely Linda is negotiating with the SAFT. IC: "And she did WHAT?!" "She gave them the navy, I told you." Rumor travels quite quickly in an army. The most unbelievable stories spread fastest, and so it was that most of the soldiers had heard of the Mage Apprentice who had just recently been building walls (were one to believe the rumors) in some fort or other, and was newly promoted to negotiate with the Sailor's Association. Taron still could not believe what he heard. Quick careers were not uncommon in the military, where talent could be found in unexpected places. Offering a fleet in exchange for a treaty was. The other archer spoke again. "Mind you, they're not just going to let it go, mark my words. That's a covert annexation if I've ever seen one." Taron, who was well-read concerning history, especially military, could only agree: If you offered your opponent soldiers in negotiation, you placed your own forces into their ranks, giving yourself a position of power. In case the bargain failed, the Solaran navy would be in a position to swiftly strike. The navy was certainly a two-edged gift, if you could put it that way. Just then, the discussion of the two archers was cut short as another officer approached and addressed Taron "You are the mercenary Taron Gregor Merallion?" "Yes, sir" Taron was a bit apprehensive. What did they want from him? "I've been ordered to take you to the General's ((he's a general right?)) office. Apparently there's a special task he wants you to consider" Taron did not like the sound of the word special, but knew better than to argue. He could always refuse later. One of the advantages of being a mercenary. OOC: Gotta go now to see the RotK movie, I'll post the briefing in a few hours. -------------------- 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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As announced, the *Bump* commences, since I guess most people are on vacation by now, or at least will be in 1-2 days. If this RP isn't going to be revived in any case, then just ignore this. It might be though, so here goes my post. :) -------------------- "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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Oh dear, now *that's* true Non-Fiction Literature. :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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Y'know, I kept wondering about that nonsense name, and why you chose it. It never occurred to me that you didn't know what it meant. :P "Why does the guy call himself 'meat hacker'?" :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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Btw, no one will believe this I guess, but I learned to write mainly by reading books. The English class in my German school taught me nothing but basic vocabulary, and in the International school I learned how to speak without accent, but I learned to write essays and stories by reading Tolkien, David Eddings, and Shakespeare. Is it any wonder that my style of writing sometimes seems a little, well, longwinded? :P Oh, and just because you paint on models that are already textured doesn't mean it's not creative, and it certainly requires skill. And skill+creativity = art imho... ;) -------------------- "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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He "suffers needs"? Oh dear, I really need to go to sleep now; my joke quality cortex has already shut down for today, as you may have noticed. :rolleyes: -------------------- "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 Saturday, December 20 2003 11:37
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Too late, Alo. :P I quoted your post to make sure :D . Of course you could always edit my post as well... *evil grin* -------------------- "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 Saturday, December 20 2003 08:54
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Btw, did anyone get what's so funny about painting Warhammer models? Cause I certainly didn't... :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 Saturday, December 20 2003 08:25
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OOC: Just a little note. To recruit 500 'most loyal' soldiers to start mission with orders to die rather than fall back, the Solarans include a mercenary?! :P Doesn't really matter though. What is Nihat btw — a city, river or something? I see no opportunity to post another IC at the moment; since it would either be an unimportant bagatelle, or mess with the plot. -------------------- 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, December 20 2003 05:12
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OOC: Sorry. Yes, you may smack me now and ask what unit of time I define as 'half an hour', and how much that is in Terran days. :P The problem is I don't know any specific place to start in. I only know that the Solarans are gathering their troops southeast of Solaria (could you pinpoint the city and the mountain range on that map, Drakey?), and that there is some reinforcement of walls at a fort or something going on. Looks like I have to make up my entrance scene from scratch. Well, here goes. IC: "Oy! You there! Whaddaya think yer doing! Get up and look lively, will you?" Taron looked up irritably at the voice. A redfaced seargent was standing right in front of him, equally irritated. Grunting something unintelligible, Taron took the book off his lap and stowed it into his backpack. After all these years army life seemed to have gone even more unpleasant than he remembered. He rose to his feet from the small stool he had been sitting on, and began to string his bow which had been leaning against the wall. Standing up, Taron's age was more visible than while he was sitting. While not exactly stooped, his back was slightly bent from the many years of poring over old, dusty tomes. Nonetheless, he was not frail, oh no! The sixty five years had passed him by almost unnoticably, and he looked like a man ten or twenty years younger. His hair, of course had grown a pale shade of grey that could be called white, and his face was creased with deep lines. Unexpected for one with such affinity to books, Taron's skin was as weathered and tough as that of a sailor or battle-hardened veteran, and in his eyes was the fire of a ferocious fighter. He was, as usual, dressed in a simple linen shirt and light leather armor. Taron was aware that this garb was not very suitable for someone dabbling in the arcane, but he had to decide on something eventually: Being a scholar, a minor mage and an archer meant that his garb could not reflect all his professions at once. Still under the scrutinizing eye of the seargent, Taron sorted out the arrows in his quiver and checked them for faults. At least the pay is good, he thought as Red-Face continued to glare, it was seemingly a good idea to go for the side that controlled the mines. Having finished his self-inspection after two minutes, he stood sharply — if a bit mockingly — to attention and waited for orders. OOC: There. Hope that fits in with the general plot; I was trying to not be too specific. Taron is at the moment garrisoned within a fort/camp that lies somewhere in those mountains, if possible. -------------------- 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, December 20 2003 01:23
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quote:If your name is not Alorael, what's it then? Aloreal? :P My name is my own invention, and I think it dates back to about 1-2 years. I don't know what it meant then, but you can probably look it up in most major fantasy lingos and come up with a meaning you like. The syllables are rather popular with fiction languages. ;) [ Saturday, December 20, 2003 01:31: 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 Friday, December 19 2003 15:24
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I just wonder how you go after invisible newbies? I mean, it's not like you can discuss with, let alone flame them, if they never show themselves. ;) -------------------- "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 Friday, December 19 2003 08:54
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OOC: My vacations have started!! I have at last the time to forge a new character (for two reasons; 1, Rendall, Roy, and Eferas all seem to be inadequate for this world; 2, I could never pass up the opportunity to make a new one anyway. :D ) Let's see... what I want is a scholarly, bookish type; he shouldn't be too old to fight, and he might have picked up a cantrip or too. Since he's not really a hunk in terms of muscle, and he is far too unskilled magically, his major area in battle would have to be ranged combat. Since I prefer my characters to be independent, I'll make him a mercenary rather than politically involved. He's working for the Solarans. Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Taron Gregor Merallion, learned historian, dabbler in magic, bowman for hire and soldier in the army of His Rightful Imperial Majesty(-To-Be), Jehan Sol IV.! :) IC: Hang on for a few minutes, half an hour at most, then I'll post his entrance, complete with IC character description and all. ;) -------------------- 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 |