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written Thursday, December 4 2003 07:08
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Neris looks up at Shadow Wolf curiously. "Would ye like t' order, sir?" she asks, setting aside the cloth she uses to wipe clean the ale spills. The blademaster shakes his head. "Come with me," he repeats. They walk out into a small storeroom; empty now, one wall gone and another half torn away. Shadow Wolf bends down so that his gaze is level with the child's. "Take this." Gazing wide-eyed at the shortsword he offers her hilt-first, Neris reaches out one hand and slowly takes hold of it. Shadow Wolf works hard to keep his expression neutral, showing neither the laughter that bubbles up inside nor the wince as he sees how much work he has to do. "Let me show you," the blademaster says, and shifts her grip from one that is dangerous only to roast meat and cheese to a more appropriate one. They work late into the night. Shadow Wolf patiently teaches her the basic movements of both the shortsword and the small crossbow, making her practice again and again until she gets them right. He looks up once to see the bartender standing near the broken wall. The bartender says nothing, but watches for a little while. Then he nods to Shadow Wolf and resumes overseeing the preparations for the duel on the morrow. At last the blademaster calls a halt when he sees that Neris is tired and her concentration is suffering. He is not entirely satisfied, but knows that no one, especially not a child, can become proficient in one day. He can only hope that it is enough and that she will remember his rudimentary training when she needs it. Kris stands on the wall, watching as the sun colours the mountain peaks gold and silver. There is a flurry of activity beneath as the Middle Passing inhabitants put the finishing touches on the duel preparations. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 3 2003 01:49
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The thing that is not Galen turns, slowly, to look at Terebrant. There is no trace of recognition in it, and Terebrant realises that it had not even heard him. Terebrant continues to speak, hoping for some kind of response. And he gets it. One arm rises to point at Terebrant. The warrior lunges forward and down, out of the way of the deadly focus. It passes harmlessly over his head, but the short heavy thumps of bodies hitting the ground told him that the spirit-draining had found a secondary target. Terebrant attacks the creature. He aims to distract it and stop it from using that weapon again, and in that he is successful. But the creature has much greater strength than he had reckoned, and the response is swift. It attacks him now with its bare hands; they are chilling cold, and Terebrant feels physically weaker every time he is touched. But the small wounds he deals it do not slow it, nor does it feel the pain; Terebrant soon realises that he will not get away from it easily. He fights now not in defense, but for his life: he does not hold back his blows. But it is to no avail. The creature is fast and strong, and just when Terebrant thinks he may have to destroy it and any chance to recover Galen or die himself, it freezes. Suddenly, without warning, the creature stands motionless. For the first time an expression settles on its face and some flicker of light shines in its eyes. It looks at Terebrant, and he sees confusion. Terebrant stands ready. ...my horse... Why do you kill them? They are gaje. They are only fit to die. That is not true. And you call yourself a Wanderer? Did they not burn the wagons of your Family? Have they not hunted you and persecuted you, called you thief and liar? The memories burn in your heart. Was not everything you held dear destroyed by them? ...yes. And still you would defend them. You are no Wanderer. Neither are you. You are dead. Blood of my blood, but you are nothing. Nothing. You do not even know what you are: tainted, pathetic, dependent on these animals. You have forsaken pride. You are nothing. I am- nothing. Galen. I am Galen. I am a Wanderer, I am myself. Can you say the same, Kinslayer? The creature howls. Nearly jumping out of his skin at the first noise it has made in battle, Terebrant brings his daggers up and prepares to go for a killing blow. But it turns away from him. Its gaze, burning, falls on Jesitonia. It sends a deadly spirit-draining beam aimed directly at the Necromancer whom it is still beholden to. Edited as per below. [ Monday, December 08, 2003 01:26: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 2 2003 01:56
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Recuerdos de la Alhambra, by Tárrega (Craig Ogden - guitar) quote:Dadadada dadadada dadadadaaa. Dadadada dadadada dadadadaaa. Dadadadaada. Dadadadaada. Dadadadah dah daaaa! Bum bum bum bummmm! -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 1 2003 15:00
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[ooc] How did a small town shrine morph into a massive cathedral? [/ooc] I don't want to die. You're dead already. No. No. I don't believe that. Believe it. You are mine. Blood of my blood. The thing that was Galen follows the adventurers into the shrine. The demons are gone, the undead dispersed. But not the maane. It had remained still in the shadows, forgotten as it directed the undead battle. Now it watches triumphant as the last adventurer passes through the boundaries of the shrine, and it is time to act. The vanguard whirls around as cold air chills their backs. Beyond the entrance to the shrine they can see nothing. Nothing but blackness and one figure. The figure glides forward, slowly, and the massive doors shut in silence. Beyond all the windows there is only darkness and cold. Nothing living can leave the shrine now. The creature's eyes stare blankly forward; the bedraggled ribbons hang limply from the tattered remains of its bright clothing. It raises one arm and points. Six of the remaining soldiers die in a wreath of cold fire that sucks away their spirits. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 28 2003 20:38
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The Hebrides Overture (Fingal's Cave), Mendelssohn. Before that it was Dvorak's Symphony No. 9 ('from the New World'). -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 28 2003 15:25
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In it's fall the Titan brushed against the inn wall. Already considerably weakened, it was more than the structure could take. The remainder of the wall collapsed, taking a good portion of the upper level floor on that side with it. Neris screamed as the wood beneath her disappeared with a sharp crack. Scrabbling desperately for a handhold to stay her fall, the girl managed to grab and wrap her arms around a large splinter of support beam left extending a short distance into the air. The rough wood bit into her skin, drawing blood, but she was too frightened to notice the pain. Then the building shook violently when the Titan hit the ground. The tremor caused the support beam to slip out of her precarious hold. Neris let out a long piercing shriek as she found herself falling into air. "Daaaa!" -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, November 25 2003 16:19
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Mendelssohn's 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, November 23 2003 18:00
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The Mummy Returns soundtrack, Alan Silvestri. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, November 23 2003 17:56
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Neris squeaks as one wall dissolves in a shower of rubble and dust. Sitting up, she looks on in astonishment as an unconscious Tel flies through the gap and lands in an unceremonious heap against the opposite wall. She runs to him, but there is little she can do. Soon her curiosity leads her to peer out of the hole in her wall. Neris gasps at the sight of the titan and the dragon engaged in a bloody brawl that looks likely to take the entire building down in the process. She jumps back as the dragon slams against the inn wall, knocking more stones loose. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 21 2003 00:07
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He comes to stand beside her, completely silent. Jesitonia looks at him and laughs. "So, you've found yourself a body, have you? But you still serve me, maane. Go now, and get rid of the rabble outside." She puts the force of power behind her words. He does not move for a long moment, and Jesitonia laughs again to feel the undead spirit test her will. Then he glides out of the shrine, totally ignoring Celisto and Oscavello. The rain falls fast and hard. Lynn wipes water out of her eyes and stares hard at the shrine. Hadn't she seen, in the brief flare of lightning, a figure striding towards them...? The undead that encircle them shamble to a stop. Soldiers grip their weapons tighter and stare at them tensely, but the creatures do not move. At all. Another lightning strike, and this time Lynn is able to make out the only thing that moves amongst their undead foes. Her eyes narrow as she studies the tall figure, brightly ribboned, dressed as a Wanderer... Galen. But his eyes are empty and his expression is blank; he walks with an unnaturally smooth gait; and Lynn can almost feel the hollowness and malevolence that emanates off him as a tangible force. She notices then that his many pouches are missing, as is the blessed rapier from its sheath. The creature that is no longer the man she had known, however briefly, raises one hand and points at her. Then the short respite is over, and the undead attack again under his direction. The pain is more than anything he had imagined possible; more even than the gaje fire that burned through his mother's wagons and her body and his heart. Galen screams. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, November 20 2003 23:25
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There isn't anything she can do. Neris had tried banging, and shouting, and even kicking. But the door is solid wood and does not yield to her. At last Neris sighs in defeat and phlomps down on the bed in the small room. There isn't even a window she can reach to crawl out - not that she is quite that foolhardy, this high above the ground. Frantic shouts and shaking walls had frightened her for a moment, but the bartender has chosen her room well, and it is far from any danger. Neris sighs again and curls up against the wall, wishing that her pet kitten is there so that she might cuddle it and be brave for it. "What in the name of all is that?" the Captain breathes. He stares wide-eyed into the large shallow basin holding a watery image of the inn. "A titan," Lance replies bitterly. "Gerald must be trying the same thing he did to Mother. Pull the infiltrators back." "Sir?" the Captain looks at him askance. "They're nearly in position." "Order them back. I'll not have them waste their lives on that titan, nor help Gerald take that inn. We've lost enough. The remaining hawkmen can have their vengeance tomorrow." He looks as though he has a bad taste in his mouth. "The Middle Passing has survived much longer than I would have thought possible. Let Gerald spend his power on them." The Captain salutes. "What is that?" "A titan, lord." "I can see that," Gerald snarls. "When did my dear brother get the power to summon that beast?" The First mage hesitates. "Ah, my lord... he didn't." "Then who did?" The mage knows the answer, but there is no easy way to say it. Swallowing, he begins delicately. "My lord, when is the last time you saw your wife...?" Gerald's growl is filled with wordless fury. The First mage is wise enough not to dodge the blow that sends him sprawling to the ground. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 15 2003 09:56
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”Galen! The gaje are coming! A big group of them, an’ plenty of ale in them.” The boy snorts and tosses his hair out of his face while keeping his eyes on the pebbles that crisscrossed over his head. The gaje, come from behind their safe town walls to gawk and point and laugh at the Wanderer fair, treating them as exotic jokers. The gaje, with fat purses that will be severely lightened by the end of day through Wanderer tricks and trade. “And will they keep the wolves at bay?” “Course not.” His friend, dead now years past in a tavern brawl, laughs. “Them? All they can do is fill the bellies of wolves.” That’s all the gaje are worth: feed for the animals. Galen frowns. That last thought was not his, had never been his. He’d never bourn a grudge against the non-Wanderers, not even when they had ganged on that childhood friend for the mere insult of his Wanderer existence. Ah, maane. He staggers and falls against the wall. Blood of our blood… give it to us… The storm beats against him, again and again, until he feels he might scream from the pressure. There is no escape, and only a small kernel that he might draw his strength from, one little kernel left to himself in his own mind. And then the storm is pulled away by an outside force gathering power to itself. Aie, the necromancer. It is a compulsion the storm has not yet the strength to break. The storm howls and howls, refusing to leave him, pushing harder against barriers already worn critically thin. Galen stumbles again. When he straightens, his face is blank and his eyes empty. He walks with a strange gliding step that is utterly alien. The maane turns and heads back towards Jesitonia. In the small kernel in his mind, barriers broken and set adrift, Galen screams. [ Saturday, November 15, 2003 09:56: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 15 2003 09:26
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[ooc] Sorry, MSW, for not replying earlier. Kris came down the stairs into the common room slowly. He had glimpsed both Gerald’s and Lance’s banners leaving the tavern in opposite directions, and was quite grateful that his sleep had made him absent during the confrontation. A confrontation with Gerald was something he was not sorry to miss. Spotting Schostas, he sat down across from him at a table, and accepted a bowl of hot gruel from the innkeeper. Kris ate a few surprisingly tasty spoonfuls, then began to speak. “You asked what Queen Sophia might have to do with the deaths of your comrades. I don’t know, but perhaps-“ he was silent for a moment. “You know that the politics of the Old Court depended on two things: ambition and aspect. Ambition she has in plenty. It is well known that she married King Gerald for position and he her for the political alliances. “Appearance is harder earned and kept. At all times one must seem innocent, whatever one does and however many know that it is done. Those who could not cloak their manoeuvrings behind a seemly mask were destined to become nothing more than tools in the schemes of the more skilled.” Schostas commented, “You appear to know a bit about the Old Court.” “Of course.” Kris looked at him as if the observation was blindingly obvious. “The fates of we who serve the higher players are determined by their movements. If we do not wish to become casualties, we must watch them. But Queen Sophia – I can only imagine that your comrades knew something that would potentially destroy her. The true origin of the creatures, perhaps, though we knew of them and believed them to be summoned by Lance. Ambition dominates her. She wanted to rule the entire old Kingdom very, very much, though she would profess otherwise. “Why did they flee? I don’t know. I cannot imagine any private army trained by the Queen to be lacking in courage. So they fled because of something they discovered. Or they were chasing something.” Neris had also had the good sense to stay out of Gerald’s way. She had just passed a tray of empty tankards to the innkeeper when shouts filtered in from outside. The innkeeper growled. “Aie, they’re at it again.” Pulling his short sword free of its sheath, he ran outside to defend the walls. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 15 2003 08:17
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Just came back from a production of Gilbert&Sullivan's "Gondoliers", so I've got that music stuck in my head. quote:Antonin Dvorak: Czech composer (1841 -1904) Dvorak keyboard: named for its developer. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, November 13 2003 17:43
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[ooc] Just popped in to say, I won't give a coherent post for another 36 hours or so. I've got a couple of exams tomorrow. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 03:58
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quote:Which is why I put the quote marks around 'classical'. In this particular context, I am defining classical more in the sense of the overall musical genre as most of the population seems to see it, rather than it's technical definition. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 03:46
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[ooc] I dislike the idea of there being a 'good' and an 'evil' kingdom. Things are seldom so clean-cut. And please, no more people simply walking into the tavern and offering assistance. After the monks, I think the defenders would be a little more strict in keeping others out, not to mention the difficulty in passing through enemy lines. [/ooc] Kris frowned, trying to sort out the confusion in his mind after Schostas' tale. He shook his head adamantly. "I don't believe it!" he said. "My king would not do such a thing." Schostas looked at him a little sadly. "Whatever you may wish, it is the truth." "No!" Kris insisted. "King Gerald loved his mother, and so did Lance. I served under him for years, I know him. He would never have-" He stopped suddenly, and Schostas could see realisation cross his face. Realisation, and anger. "The witch," he muttered quietly. "What is it?" Schostas leaned forward, eager for more information on that which now consumed his life. "Not King Gerald, never King Gerald," Kris said heavily. "But his wife." "Queen Sophia?" "Aye, Queen Sophia." He spoke her name with distaste. "Lady of the Old Court, she is, and up to her neck in all its twisted politics. I can well believe her capable of doing this deed and hiding it from my king." The bartender took a pause from washing down the blood-soaked stairs and looked Telaree up and down, measuring him. "Aye," he said. "I could do with all t' help I can get. But sit down an' I'll get ye sommat t' eat." He passed out good-sized hot meals for all the defenders, waving away any offers of payment. As he set one down before Kris he hesitated, seeing that Neris had fallen asleep in his lap. "Listen 'ere, Geraldian," the bartender said. "My girl's taken a likin' t' ye, but don't think I don't recognise ye. Any harm comes t' Neris, an' ye'll wish ye had stayed with Gerald for yer execution." -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, November 9 2003 17:21
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Broken Arrow soundtrack, by Hans Zimmer. Not all ?classical’ composers are dead. The composer may be dead; the people who produced the music you’re listening to, including the conductors and musicians, usually are not. And if they are, there’s a very good reason why you’re listening to their recording over someone else’s. Anyhow, what has that to do with it? I would not pirate anything I value. As for websites ? sorry, I don’t. We’ve got a lot of recordings and no compunction against buying more, so I’ve never looked. If you’re looking for cheap CDs though, go for Naxos. The recordings aren’t always the best, but there are some surprisingly good ones, if you’re willing to search for them. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 22:49
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[ooc] Grisly. The people gathered in the common room were stunned at what was happening around them. The stairs were now a mess of gore that dripped blood into a large pool at the bottom. Kris, having woken just in time to see soldiers in his own uniform massacred by undead monks, sat with his back to a table leg, a blank look of horror on his face. Aarow was blessedly unconscious. Neris cowered against Kris, eyes squeezed shut, silent tears running down her face. At that moment she neither knew nor cared who held her, desperately needing the security and comfort provided by the arm he had instinctively placed around her shoulders. The healer snapped out of his trance when Vincent spoke. His steps were leaden as he forced himself to Vincent's side. He was almost glad he had no energy left to cast a healing spell, unwilling to let himself be tainted by such dark magic. His revulsion battled against the healer's compulsion to heal any wounded being. "Well?" Gerald asked impatiently. The First mage shrugged, at a loss as to why the ten scouts had not reported back. "Perhaps the exit point is not where we had hoped. We could send another lot through." "Or you could go through yourself and make sure it's safe," Gerald snapped. The mage hesitated. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 21:14
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Galen wonders what he has gotten himself into. Creatures of the dark, aie. He does not know what those three beings are, but they fairly reek of the unholy. It is with relief that he sees them leave, relief and no little unease. Are they now to be allied with such creatures? That is something he cannot bide by. Galen keeps his silence as he cares for Eirik. "Ssh, my friend," he says, feeling the heat on Eirik's forehead. "Be strong, be calm. Aye, the maane are anger and fury. They seek all that they lost in death, but they cannot take it by force. They cajole and persuade and threaten, yet stand firm against them and your will shall remain your own." The Wanderer sighs as he watches Eirik's ravings, and knows that it is not so easy as that. Anything can be worn down by time and relentless pressure, even the strongest of wills. He knows that; he knows it very well. And the maane never give up. They batter against him now, a storm against the forced calmness of his spirit, a storm against which only the Wanderer birth rituals aid him. And Eirik has not even that. Galen barely acknowledges Lavius as the cleric sets Maxim down beside him. Did he have it within him? Did he have the strength of will to save both himself and the life of a man he barely knows, who is not even a Wanderer? The answer must be yes, for if he did not, then the maane will have them and, given body, they will be a darkness not even the necromancers can control. A strange look is upon his face; Galen stands and leaves the main body of adventurers without a word to any. With steady steps, the Wanderer walks deeper into the underground, cleared of undead for the moment by Lynn and the Crimson Guards. He will not last forever; the closer he is to Jesitonia and the necromancers when the moment of his death comes, the better. Galen walks, and lets the storm inside. A great pressure lifts off him; Eirik relaxes at last into a soul-healing sleep. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 19:40
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Did I eat something, or did he get me with a butcher's knife? -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 7 2003 18:11
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quote:Ten, until one of them gets word back to Gerald that the portal is set properly. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 7 2003 16:06
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You don't know Dvorak's 9th (New World) Symphony? Almost as well known as Beethonven's 9th. Still, my all-time favourite is Sibelius, Symphonies 1 through 5. (Yes, I like all of them.) I'm listening to No.1 right now. The very first time I heard it was in concert, and man, it was one of the best things I've ever heard. The conductor himself was masterful in the manipulation of dynamics and emotions, and when combined with that music... -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:59
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I tend to agree with Aran here. Character control is a big issue for some, and a lot of the RPs I've been in have been rather obsessed about it. A good RPer should be able to post the action of another's character with accuracy, but the owner of the character may want something entirely different for the purposes of development. The way we usually got around it was to spread the interaction/conversation over 5 or 6 posts (which may take a fair few days to complete) or work on it beforehand via email/pms, and post the completed interaction in one shot. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, November 7 2003 02:21
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On the one hand, you don't want characters who, for instance, so utterly despise goblins that they would happily go to hell if it destroying the entire race, and then save the life of one for no reason at all. On the other hand, repetition is tedious. There are plenty of ways to keep your complex character in character without resorting to repetition. Change of attitudes is natural, but there must be a catalyst for the change. wrt Omlette's #4 (Subplots): That's debatable. It depends on the style of the RP - some don't start with any main plot, in which case one (or two or three) develop out of the various subplots. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |