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written Saturday, December 22 2007 09:50
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Hmm. Does he lust after the Polish? -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 08:32
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The monks held funeral services the next day. The monks were cremated and the ashes were added to the sacred wine, which was drunk in front of the massive stained glass window depicting the eternal wound of Nalyd, dripping sorrowful blood onto the mortal realm forever. The Anama were carted to the coast of the island and dumped into the sea. During the body cleanup, they had found the original representative that the Anama had sent. He was hiding in Munigant's office, and had apparently touched the insane broadsword. His lower body and left arm were completely blasted away, and the spinal cord was firmly lodged into the stone wall. The sword had apparently spawned the ability to absorb blood, so there wasn't too much of a mess. Scrying was done to determine whether more Anama were on the way or not. They were, as was some kind of skyship with heavy anti-scrying wards in place. They had only identified it as a skyship thanks to the fact that it was flying, and too large to be anything else. They prepared for a siege, secreting the Item deep in the winding caves on the island and summoning many undead and demons. Wards were added to the walls of the complex and equipment was repaired and made. When the skyship came into visible range, they began to assault it. Fireballs glanced off of its' hull and detonated over the decks. Lightning shimmered over the cockpit and dissipated. Ice frosted over it and quickly melted. Dark tendrils could find no hold and slipped away. Clouds of poison were whipped away by heavy winds. Spirits could not penetrate the decks. Acid hissed and sizzled, leaving slight stains. They tried any number of magical assaults, and all failed. In the end, they tried a communal psychic assault, and concentrated on the cockpit. For hours, their minds struggled against the heavily ward-assisted minds of the pilots. After almost an entire day, the wards suddenly failed and the monks all but atomized their brains. The skyship still sailed towards them heavily, but began to tilt and list to the side, losing altitude. As they watched from the ramparts, the huge skyship ground into the soggy marshes. The mast splintered and cracked against the ground. Fires sprouted from several of the windows. The Anama army swarmed around the skyship, seeming to search for survivors. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, December 21 2007 13:31
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There's no need to uselessly complicate things. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, December 21 2007 12:40
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Giving exact numbers of souls to each creature and having an accumulation system doesn't seem to fit. It'd be like "I have thirteen souls!" "Well, I have fifteen, so you'd better just give up now." Perhaps more of a single, but reusable, soul system. As in, everything has one soul, but that soul vaguely - very vaguely - records the minds of all of that persons' past lives and influences their physical life only slightly. A soul would directly influence a persons magical talent at the start, but as all souls are the same age, it wouldn't be too hard to make up for that difference with hard study and devotion. There would be a finite number of souls, so no overpopulation. Or perhaps some things could be born "soulless", where they are either hideous mutant monstrosities or dead at birth. As to the gods, Nalyd thinks that there should be several superpowerful but not immortal extraplanar beings that watch over the realm. They could be killed, and do age, but no single human could possibly kill them, and they age at such a rate that they are practically ageless, by human reckoning. They should be completely alien to it, and be more observers than meddlers, but will subtly intervene if extinction is imminent. Extinction, not massive death. And by subtly, Nalyd means diverting more reborn souls to humans or wolves or some such thing. Any more ideas? -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, December 21 2007 12:20
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No, Nalyd doubts he's from Berlin. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Thursday, December 20 2007 18:34
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Munigant's coming with them. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Thursday, December 20 2007 12:58
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Magic-wise, Nalyd was thinking along the lines of very rare, but very powerful magic-users. Magic would require great sacrifice, and the devotion of your entire lifespan to it- no "spellblades". Magical items are fairly common, and alchemy isn't "magic" per se. There would be a huge demand for wizards in warfare and peace, but there are too few who have the talent (NOT and inborn or hereditary talent- those suck, but more of the will to master it and the mental strength to deal with it). Wizards would serve mostly as mercenaries on long-term contracts, doing magic exclusively for one person or group until a specified date. Anyone have other ideas? -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 16:20
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Blast. Nalyd wanted that. Curse your preemptive strikes, ET! -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 15:11
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This RP appears to have. . . a wide range of quality in it's plots. Oh, and Iffy/Lucechiah, can you please wrap up the fight scene already? Preferably in one big post rather than the dozen or so small ones that are spread over days? -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 18 2007 19:47
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The bizarre variation of urban warfare was complete. The Anama forces were significantly less than was expected. Apparently, they had only the one wandering group, while the monks had split up into various bases after the initial attack. It was still unknown how they had managed to smuggle in so many soldiers, but several searches were underway. Overall, not too much damage had come from the attack. Less than a dozen monks had been killed, with three permanently crippled. Mainly, there was damage to the monastery itself. Several rooms had been badly burned or otherwise damaged, but repairs were already underway. Munigant had by now healed his wounds along with the other monks. It was time to contact Manarina. Munigant stood in the pentacle that was permanently carved into the stone floor, and began the rites of summoning the dead. A simple shade, to be imprisoned in a black orb to keep it stable in the mortal realm, sent to report the Anama attack to Manarina, and the divisions of Nalyd's church there. A call for the faithful to gather at the Chapel of the Fallen Might in the ages of sorrow to come. Munigant had seen in his visions that the time was now. A slight dimming, and then a glaring, burning power. The attack on the Chapel, and the massive influx of new worshipers. Yes, that was what the symbols represented. He summoned the shade, and instructed it concisely and expertly. The orb sucked it in, and off it flew. -------------------------------------------------- In Manarina, a small portion of the Anama army did not attack the city. Instead, they marched northward, into the Wastes, to the Chapel of the Fallen Might. They followed a skyship. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 18 2007 19:28
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Nalyd liked that series up to the reality-swap part. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 18 2007 14:01
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What? You don't want your nuns going wild? You could always join the RP and persecute Vlad. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, December 17 2007 18:59
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Goldenking, can Nalyd get some clarification on the intentions and skills of Ahonar? -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, December 17 2007 15:13
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After making sure that at least meager defenses were in place, Munigant settled down to meditate. He lit the thick white candles in a square around him, and gave blood to Nalyd's altar. "Nalyd, great god, I beseech you, speak to me by sight, show us how to protect the safety of your faithful." Beginning the long, slow, winding chants of meditation, Munigant blacked out. -------------------------------------------------- A man, multiplied. All identical. One, a lurking presence. An anomaly. A beacon of lies and hypocrisy. A beacon of power. This one followed the others, but kept forever away. In the distance, an island. They were there. In the distance, a tower. They were there. Darkness. The beacon turned on them, slaughtering. One landed a blow against him. His flesh dented and shattered like wood, revealing- -------------------------------------------------- Munigant was ripped from meditation. A monk was shaking him from his silence. "The Anama are coming again! Hurry, master!" Munigant jumped to his feet and ran towards the sounds of fighting and magecraft. The screams of the dying. Munigant practically flew down the corridors, and burst through a locked door in the middle of a room. It had once been the room of eating, with many chairs, expensive tapestries, and a grand table. All of this was, by now, ashes. Monks stood on one end of the room, firing spell after deadly spell upon the rushing Anama, while those inclined towards melee rushed with weapons high. The Anama were far more numerous, but were mostly particularly zealous peasants, and were slaughtered in droves of fire and lightning. The few Anama priests were blasting large glowing icicles from their hands and occasionally healing each other. Munigant, still running towards the fight, spewed acidic smoke from his mouth, rotting straight through a half-dozen Anama. As he neared the fights, he leaped clear over the first few soldiers, throwing his shadow-scraps as he went. Landing, he crushed through the face of an Anama with clawed hands, and ran through them, landing a few easy blows as he went. As he got a clear shot at the priests, a red beam shot from his pointed finger and struck one of them on the forehead. This Anama's veins bulged, swelled, stood out in impossible relief against his skin. Then the entire vein structure exploded. An icicle grazed his ribcage and a sword thrust narrowly missed his ear. Munigant whirled and swept the underfed peasant's legs out from under him, then crushed the man's pelvis with his foot. A dizzying sensation struck him, and he felt great pain in his shoulder. An icicle had impaled his arm. Munigant dove and threw an array of shadow scraps with his good arm, clenching the other one close to him. The Anama, with the deaths of two priests, began to retreat. The remaining priests retreated in an expert manner, but half of the peasant soldiers ran and the others slowly backed away, getting slaughtered by spells. Afterwards, Munigant ripped the icicle out of his shoulder and began to tend to the wounded. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Sunday, December 16 2007 19:18
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Munigant has built-in shuriken. *cough*Woodenman*cough*Munigant'svision*cough* -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Sunday, December 16 2007 19:15
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Munigant took the flustered Anama to his private office. Between the tiny undead squirrels tending to his various experiments and the freakish broadsword on the wall, the Anama felt awkward, to say the least. He began to cough on Munigant's smoke. "Why have you come here, Anama?" "I *cough* bring an order *hack* from the High Anama." A gaudy scroll of gold leaf and elaborate script was withdrawn from the Anama's robes, and placed in Munigant's outstretched palm. quote:Munigant looked at the Anama. "We will not comply. Our faith is sacred and the renunciation of it for your man-godling would ensure the doom of both our souls and mortal minds. Why should we obey? The Anama have no presence here, nor anywhere near our Chapel. Leave now, Anama, or I shall turn you into a servant undead." "Ah, but I don't believe that you understand, Munigant." The crafty gleam was back to the Anama's gaze. "We do have a presence here- you just haven't noticed it." With that, four men dressed in monks' clothing slammed open his door and, with drawn blades, advanced on the desk. A fat one snickered. The squirrels swarmed him, biting and clawing with wild abandon, ripping bit by bit to the exposed arteries. The other three men and the representative shattered the fragile creatures with overdone sweeps of their blades. Munigant stood and, apparently drawing something out of his shroud of smoke, threw a tiny bolt of blackness at the false monks with great speed. Quickly repeating the motion, Munigant hailed deadly shreds moving at great speeds upon them. Pieces ripping straight through their flesh, the men fell down, dead or wounded. The representative was still alive. Munigant quickly clawed out the throats of the others once he had bleached them of their delicious pain. Leaning over the bloody face of the Anama, Munigant snarled and drew his fang-filled mouth closer to the Anama's throat. Screaming, the Anama ripped at one of his jade trinkets and, crushing it into powder, disappeared. -------------------------------------------------- When Munigant stepped outside, he was treated to silence. After searching for a few minutes, he found bodies. The bodies of monks and presumably Anama soldiers, more Anama than monks, were littered here. The bodies of both sides were hacked and burnt, some half-melted or with frost growing on them. A trail of blood and bodies led into the next room. And again, to the next. And the next, and the next, and still another. Finally, he came upon a wounded and tired group of monks surrounded by the more Anama bodies. Between the dead monks and the ones here, everyone was accounted for. "High Collector! It is good to see that you survived the attack, we had thought you dead. Come, help us with the wounded." Apparently, the bulk of the Anama force had dispersed once the monks had grouped together and begun a coordinated defense. They were still somewhere in the temple, but they had lost the element of surprise. Once the wounded were tended to, they began the conversion of the dead monks to Undeath as shades to be kept in the Aquarium of Souls, and the dead Anama soldiers as as mindless zombie servants. Most of the monks had been taken by surprise and overpowered by numbers, but after the first few deaths, a telepathic call had been sent among the monks to regroup in the library. Very few monks had been injured after that, and the Anama deaths were significant. Munigant explained what had happened with the leader, and began to organize a method of purging the Anama. -------------------------------------------------- In the palace of Ahonar, a lone messenger in a great and echoing hall all but scurried towards a giant man, radiating light. A papaer was exchanged. "The takeover of the Chapel was unsuccessful." The messenger nodded and agreed, all the time trying to look closer at the magnificent demigod, to soak in his greatness. "We will need to send reinforcements." The man agreed again, absently, while taking in the strong features of this man that he worshiped. "See to it that the man we sent is executed. I will choose the reinforcements later." Th messenger blinked rapidly,and desperately tried to remember what the demigod had said. He had been thinking about the strong smoothness of the god's skin, how it almost seemed to be wooden in it's sheen. "Go, messenger, go." He went. [ Sunday, December 16, 2007 19:16: Message edited by: Thoughts in Chaos ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Sunday, December 16 2007 12:02
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Receiving. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 19:10
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The Anama met him in the central chapel. He was a short, muscular man, and wore his sword, in an elaborate sheathe, openly. Gentle designs in gold swirled over his elaborate purple robe and spilled seamlessly onto his red cape. Jade trinkets tinkled on him, hanging from various miniscule loops of dyed animal hides. A perfectly gentle, smiling face greeted Munigant's fearsome visage. Little brown eyes held his face without wavering or flinching away. "Greetings, High Collector! I bring offerings and tidings from the Anama!" "I am aware." Munigant's black eyes reflected the Anama's warmth back at him. The Anama discussed trifles for a time. His trip, his name(Nemat), the recent Manarinan politics, some news about a crashed skyship, all filled with subtle slights to Nalyd and magic. Munigant never spoke or moved. He lapsed into a half-meditative state, and began to hunger. Soon, however, it was time for daily services. Munigant left the babbling Anama without a word, following the other monks out of the courtyard into the chapel. At the last moment, Munigant turned around and saw the Anama quickly disguising a calculating look. "You are welcome to join us in Nalyd's retaking." The Anama followed silently, without a word. -------------------------------------------------- Within the chapel, Munigant stood behind the altar as always. A pillar of curling black smoke formed as he waited for the remainder of the monks to file in somberly. The Anama stood uncomfortably in the back of the room, tinkling awkwardly. Munigant recited from the great bloodstained book upon the altar, intoned the teachings of Nalyd, and the ways of his monks. He swirled the smoke into the sacred symbols, gave offerings of golden dust, spilled his blood onto the pages. He recited the holy words and sent power coursing among the walls of the chapel. He spilled liquid fire into the braziers to either side and let it swirl into the air, sending drops showing into the air above the monks, adding to the intricate burn designs on the ceiling. Lastly, he slammed the great book shut and sent the undead bats flying away from among the rafters. The monks stood as one and the air filled with the slow, contemplative discussions of the Vale. Munigant all but drifted to the Anama, who was by now red-faced and squirming. "Now, to business." -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 18:55
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'Cuz it be teh awesome. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 18:49
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Nalyd would prefer to live on Vellos. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 18:43
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quote:So that says. . . what? That homosexuals aren't druggies and don't have mental disabilities? That if you don't count druggies or the mentally disabled as the poor, that homosexuals take up a greater percentage of the poor? quote:Well, perhaps, but that certainly hasn't been my personal experience or impression. It certainly isn't majority opinion. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 17:58
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And that makes them not poor? Having a house or apartment doesn't mean a substantial source of income is present. And having a mental illness or being addicted to drugs certainly doesn't make anyone any less homeless. Face it, Safey, that was a completely ridiculous claim. [ Saturday, December 15, 2007 17:59: Message edited by: Thoughts in Chaos ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 14:22
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The RP seems to be one-sided against the Anama. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 10:01
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When this begins to spontaneously create death threats and spew them at us. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, December 14 2007 17:51
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Munigant stalked back to his room, and recalled the cursed orb that he had sent flying towards Manarina. He had been angry, and weakened from hunger when he sent it. He removed the curse on it, and imprisoned a particularly fearsome-looking shade in it instead, giving it orders to make a show of refusing the conscription. Sending the orb back on its way, he clawed scratches into his chest, feeding again. Dripping the blood onto another of Nalyd's altars, he returned to his researches. Soil samples from the Vale, packets of air, rocks, animals, even parts of dead humans. Records and remnants of spells cast there, and some undead squirrels. So far, nothing was promising. At least he had ruled out the necromantic arts for being the cause of the dying Vale. Sighing, he went back to work on his pet project, a broadsword enchanted painstakingly and made ever better, bit by bit, since his conversion to Undeath. There were so many conflicting enchantments on it that only a completely suicidal idiot would do so much as move the thing, but it was amusing to see how much he could fit until it melted. Actually, it had melted several years ago, but reformed itself in a few hours. A monk entered, waiting silently behind Munigant until he turned and addressed him. "Brother", the monk intoned, sounding dead, "The Anama have sent a representative." Munigant stood. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |