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written Sunday, March 26 2006 12:37
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http://alec.desperance.net/superpra3.PNG Consult this map for how Valorim-Pralgad look. EDIT: Duh. The directional arrows went in before I put in the rose, so rotate them by a few degrees in your head if you want that as a reference. Maps of Vantanas and Aizo en route. N.B.: Valorim is astoundingly difficult to reach by sea, being surrounded in many places by rocks and reefs and generally possessed of inclement weather for sailing; this is why major oceangoing ports in Exile 3 are few and far between, and the largest settlement on the continent, before the Plagues, was Fort Tinraya, reachable only by land. Gale is the largest port city owing to its proximity to Pralgad, whence most settlers came. Krizsan, the major port of call for trade from Pralgad, Aizo, and the south, is comparatively small. [ Sunday, March 26, 2006 12:44: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Sunday, March 26 2006 10:43
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For the record, I consider the surface map ludicrously wrong. Nice job on the Avernum map, though. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 24 2006 17:09
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On TM's behalf again. OOC: The "I saw it" excuse is still a terrible one. You're not going to see invisible and soundless spies, and unless your two magi spend all of their time watching their library with a scrying pool, you'd not see anyone doing anything. On the other hand, it is okay for you to be nervous, since guards all falling asleep at once isn't a common occurence. ---- Delan. The local enforcer of the Hunters was busy organizing troops, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. "Why do they waste my time?" he muttered under his breath, walking outside of the barracks area. What he saw was a bunch of people hovering around a frightened group of merchants. "SILENCE!" Everyone stopped speaking and turned to Commander Lyonard. "What is the commotion? Tell me or disperse." The merchant turned to Lyonard and said, "Pirates! Pirates are attacking! My fleet has been captured, save for the very dinghy I fled on! Oh please, commander sir, do something!" Lyonard spat. The Hunters didn't have much of a navy, and if pirates decided to plague the city's merchants, then the pathetic mercantile defense fleets were going to be quickly outclassed. He began shouting out orders. "Someone get a messenger on horseback! Send word back to Krizsan immediately. Tell them to summon whatever navy they have, and to do it quickly. Send any mercantile cargo ships in port east to Krizsan or Colchis. Confiscate any merch--" A cry of "Message for the commander! Make way!" broke the silence. Lyonard turned to see a man on horseback with a letter in his hand rapidly approaching the crowd. The man got off of his steed and the crowd parted for him. Lyonard snatched the letter without a word. "Dear Commander Lyonard of Delan, I regret to inform you that pirates have been waylaying merchants relentlessly, and we haven't the navy to repel them. Beware, I think they may be headed eastward towards you as well. Pass this message on to Krizsan; it would be awful to have all merchant activity in the area halted simply because of opportunistic brigands. Signed, Commander Sturgeon of Delis" Cmdr. Lyonard grabbed the merchant. "Did you see any flags or markings on the pirate ships that waylaid you?" The merchant shook his head, indicating a "no." The commander pushed the merchant aside and prepared to think of a way to continue trade despite not having a navy sufficient to achieve it. ---- "Aye, I've gotten word from me mates on the southern coast of Valorim that all trade has been stopped. The meager navy of them Hunters scrounged from the Empire remains looks not to be much of a threat. Plus, me mates made sure to take down our flags. We've been sending the refugees to villages across Vantanas, many of them to the Order. And aye, I honor me word- we didn't rob a single one of 'em." Rubicante clasps his hands together. "Good. This won't exactly starve them out immediately, but it's a good start. Carrie May has confirmed what I believed initially: The Hunters are nothing more than an opportunistic group of genocidal bullies. Their organization shouldn't be particularly difficult to dismantle if we can find a way to dispel the effects of their magics. That reminds me. Cagnazzo, you said that you managed to apprehend a few of their magically afflicted mind-slaves, correct?" Cagnazzo shakes his head. "We did-- a group of patrolling soldiers, twenty strong-- but most of them tried killin' themselves by one way or another. It's the only way we were able to tell the merely devoted apart from those affected by the spell." Rubicante produces a blank sheet of paper from his desk. "Now, to consult the Druids. The Guild doesn't have the magical capacities to find a way to undo the effects of the spell, but the Order of Krell might be of assistance in dispelling their enchantments. So long as they can do that, my agents combined with your navy should be able to find a way to distribute whatever manner of purgation they develop." Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 24 2006 11:35
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On the behalf of TM. OOC: 1. Wonko- Why the hell are you, a group devoted to intensely destructive magical artifacts, trying to ally with a militantly anti-magical cult? 2. Sullust- I'm not sure if the presence you're talking about is the one I was referring to in my previous post. If so, sorry, but that's physically impossible. But if it happens to be in the area of Grah-Hoth, that's a different story. ---- Krizsan. "Right. Get to the right- there are some guards coming." Raphael slowly yet deliberately moved against the wall as two guards walked by. None of them noticed him. Another presence this time: "What's wrong with you, man? You almost got us caught again. Anyway, the rest of us-- i.e., every one but you-- have reached a library." Raphael breathes a sigh of relief and continues walking on his cotton-bottom slippers towards the rest of his party. "Are there windows?" The other members all affirmed that. "Yes, Raph, there are windows. But we're on the third story. Anyway, you have the ropes, so do try and hurry." The members of 'White' were busy searching through the bookshelves. The library itself was fairly well-guarded, but enough of the repeated sleep spells on the guards had given them a sizable timeframe to work with. Finally, Carrie stopped at one of the thicker tomes. "Here! This is it, you guys! Now all we have to do is take it out of the shelf like so, and--" BRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIING! She should have seen it coming. Anyway, she could already hear the guards scrambling to get to the room. "Crap- one of you guys drag an unconscious guard over here. And do it quick-- the sleep spells will wear off imminently if this damnable noise keeps up. This book is too large; we won't be able to conceal it and get out of here with our skins, but we'll come back for it later. Raphael, get to work setting up that rope." Quickly, the four members of 'White' got to business. Raphael was about to set up the rope when an inpatient Carrie skipped a step and shoved him out of the window. There were guards in the immediate area, but the sound of him landing on the ground was easily drowned out by the klaxons blaring above. The ground was cobblestone, allowing Raphael to fall to the ground without disrupting any grass or making a cloud of dust. The other three members followed quickly. "Carrie May, you complete dumbass. And to think, you were yelling at ME for almost getting us caught. Good-fricking-job," said an irate Raphael as the four of them scrambled to flee the city. "Anyway," Carrie retorted, "I *was* able to sneak a peek at the tome. Rubicante was right to worry, at least from what the preface claims. And with the trap on it, I doubt it's a dummy. We'll see if we can't get passage to Vantanas on a mercantile cruiser. Oh, and cross your fingers- hope their magi can't figure out what happened." [ Friday, March 24, 2006 11:35: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 23 2006 23:36
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On the behalf of TM. Barbariccia, off of the northern coast of Vantanas. Rubicante had just gotten finished dismissing his 203rd unit (give or take) since the collapse of civilization. Cagnazzo had taken off his rapiers and was dozing off in a chair towards the far corner of the room. He wasn't going to get his flotanda back until business was finished, and Rubicante stood to lose far too much by withholding information from him. He'd hear whatever news was news to him when he'd wake up. Or not. Pirate's instinct doesn't wear down, ever. "Rubicante." He wasn't listening. "Hey, Rubicante! There's--" "I heard you the last time. Try not to interr--" "No time. We've been boarded. Must be a mage." "And how in blazes do you know that?" Cagnazzo was vindicated when a man in a black cloak dropped down from a trap door in the ceiling. Everyone stood still. "You... Geoffrey, get your group out of here. I'll call you back in... In a little bit." The man in black shook his head. "You're too trusting. I could have killed you right now, Rubicante." The administrator in question clasped his hands together. "If you were out to kill me, you'd have already done so. Heck, I've got a few magical wards myself." The man in black laughed. "Listen, I've scried your wards... You're right, though: I could kill you. Right now. And then I'd be gone. But truth be told... I do require your help." "Help? You mean you want a job done?" "Yes. But I want to come to you, and you alone." "Why? What could you possibly want, and why waste my val--" "This is a job that will require Scarmiglione." A pause. Rubicante and Cagnazzo eyed one another nervously, trying to decide whether to oblige the man or to order him off of the ship, never to return. Rubicante slowly turns towards the man. "You want him- what do you want him for?" The man produces a map from the shadows of his robes. "I want a set of items which can be found here. There are some... Otherworldly powers who have found the power of these items to be a considerable draw as well." Cagnazzo had too big of a mouth for his own good. "Effing hell- that's a goddamned demon's lair! Hey, Rubicante- ain't that where you said that ancient people left some of the most dangerous stuff on the whole bloody planet?" Rubicante turned to him angrily, but the man in the black robe interjected before Rubicante could, sounding all the more stern this time. "You're right, pirate. What I want is in those very ruins. And I will pay- oh, will I pay. Rubicante: Your people like gold, right? Well, I apologize for not bringing any with me, but I can split the difference." The man pulls out a black silk pouch and tosses it on the table. Rubicante dumps out the contents. "Holy hell- diamonds! Sir, I don't know who you are or how you got these, but--" "My name is Satsujin, and how I got these is of no concern. There are more if you wish, it is of no concern to me." "Great. Then get me twenty more sacks of this size- or one very large sack that's twenty large, I don't really care- and Scarmiglione is yours." The man kneels to the ground and produces a large, circular piece of silk cloth. He also takes out a piece of green chalk and writes out some inscriptions. Soon, the inscriptions glow brightly and disappear. A teleportation sphere envelops the cloth, and leaves a pile of diamonds on it. "There. My end of the bargain. Now, Rubicante- get me Scarmiglione. Now. No excuses." Rubicante shakes his head, still not believing what he's seeing. "You want him, don't you? Okay. Fine." Pulling a golden sphere from within his desk, Rubicante traces an intricate design on its surface and tosses it to Satsujin. "That. That's him. I know it doesn't feel like much, but all you have to do is burn off the golden shell. But I warn you, he may still attack you. I can guarantee you nothing. But since you know him by name, you know this, I trust?" Satsujin laughs. "Phaugh! What nonsense. He will listen to me. You see..." The man takes the hood of his black robe off of his head and unhooks the veil over his face. Rubicante jumps out of his seat. "What! You're... No! Go! Begone! You have what you want, now go! I have my ways of retrieving him. He will last twenty days before returning to my posession. Now go. Forever. And don't come back." The man in black puts on his veil and hood again, takes the golden sphere and teleports away. Cagnazzo is still a little stunned. "Hey, what was--" Rubicante interrupts him. "Silence. We aren't going to speak of this again. I only hope that whatever that... thing was looking for, he'll take it and leave this world." "But why'dya give it to 'im? Scarmiglione to whatever that thing was, I mean." "Because... If the stories about his people are true and if he's old enough to know of such an ancient place, he's not a person we'd want to mess with." "Okay, but how do we know of such things if they're so ancient?" "We were asked to recover some historical scrolls from there once. Not even anything magical! Fifty years ago. We lost twenty-some units attempting it... Anyway. This matter is forgotten." ---- Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 23 2006 17:07
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Bargha. Grandmaster Vogt shifted uncomfortably on his throne. "Cavalier Morridan, I know you have rendered the Knights many years of service. But your latest request is baffling. How could you have lost an entire detachment?" "The survivors reported a Slith ambush. They apparently jumped us from an extremely short range, peppering our forces with spears and then slaughtering them in melee." "Very well. I will consider sending another detachment. You are dismissed." A figure arrayed from head to toe in plate mail rocked a little at the Grandmaster's side, resting its weight on a faintly glowing halberd. "My associates have formed an opinion, master." "What is it, Thissa?" "Trickery. While the attacks described are consistent with Slith action within their own territory, it's absolutely impossible that a Slith army set itself up in Sector 7. And failing numerical superiority, the Slithzerikai prefer to break the enemy's spirit, engaging him from every direction and withdrawing into the caves." "There is no way that what we are dealing with is a Slith infestation." "But the messengers..." "Liars. Either Morridan is a fraud and has been siphoning off troops to destroy you or he's a fool who has been taken in by an illusionist, probably sent by some law-and-order type to ruin us. Either way, we should not send a single man west." Vogt sighed. "You know I trust your counsel, Thissa, but on what basis did your associates reach this conclusion?" Thissa chuckled. "Whatever law-and-order type it is apparently doesn't know we have sliths, sir. No Slith officer we've asked has found their tactics anything but alien." [ Thursday, March 23, 2006 17:07: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 23 2006 01:48
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Nah, it's yours. You have a better use for it anyway; my Scimitar would just be powerful jerks. :P Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Thursday, March 23 2006 00:58
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OOC: Just so you know, I had planned for 'Scimitar' to refer to the inner cabal at the helm of the Abyss Knights, but they can have another name. No biggie. Given that last we heard from them, what little was left of Scimitar was turning the countryside of western Exile into a warzone, it's not a particularly illustrious group to associate yourself with. Your call, though. EDIT: Because I did it again, and apparently can't help myself, consider Exile and Avernum interchangeable when reading my posts. Thank you. ... West of the Castle ruins: overlooking Lartaynior's camp. An astoundingly pale, red-haired man wearing light, black armor approached the camp, waving a pole with the white and gold messenger's banner - ripped and stained with blood. A lieutenant of Lartaynior came out to respond. "Who are you, and what business do you have here?" "I bear a message." The lieutenant looked to the banner and, seeing the blood, drew his sword. The visitor cracked a wide grin. "You do not understand. I am Master Opus Xao of the Abyss Knights." Lieutenant Sardin looked the man up and down, and his expression changed quickly, first becoming a mixture of terror and rage, and then an infuriated resignation. Someone unfamiliar with the Abyss Knights, or someone only familiar with them as vicious predators, would have attempted to spit Xao on the spot - and may well have succeeded. However, anyone familiar with their officer corps knew of the Masters. They were the most durable members of the Knights; generations of grunts and ten or more Grandmasters had known each of them. From what little could be gleaned about them as outsiders, they preferred amassing power to exercising it, but when they did exercise power, it was always with an amount of force in dramatic excess of that needed to achieve what they desired. Xao certainly had them surrounded; while it might not have been with sufficient force to destroy them, the Abyss Knights replaced casualties with dreadful speed and the Knights of Old Avernum did not. With barely the strenth necessary to force control of a single city, such losses as an ambush would incur would certainly doom Lartaynior's faction to obscurity. Sardin shot Xao a resentful look. "What in the hell do you want from us, scum?" Xao adopted a serious look. "Leave." "Pardon me?" "Leave. Go east with all speed." "East to where?" "The Knights do not care in the least, but the west is our realm." "Why should we listen to you? You're just a bunch of jumped-up rabble, accusomed to ambushing fattened merchants. If anything, we should be ordering you around." Xao smiled. "You have been offered a free hand in territories within which we would normally operate. One of my lieutenants wears the teeth of a former guard captain of Almaria around his neck. We offer you that free hand, and we offer to forego the pleasure of scourging you to the last man. And we offer you all of this because we have better things to do than condescend to crush you like an insect." The man in black bowed deeply. "That is all we have to say. I would advise you abide by our demands; counsel your king otherwise at your peril." There was shifting in the shadows as countless silhouettes became visisble around Master Xao as he faded into the north. Lieutenant Sardin felt lucky to be alive for the first time in quite a while. [ Thursday, March 23, 2006 01:47: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, March 22 2006 22:58
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The Abyss is a unique place. It is where Ermarian's criminal underworld sends its intolerable, cursed to grapple with miserably infertile soil, powerful and predatory monsters, and one another. Its very presence poses a number of philosophical questions, but that's neither here nor there. It used to be that Scimitar kept something like order in the Abyss. With the Empire-Exile hostility a thing of the past, the organization lost most of the rest of its purpose. Its old-order members grew dissatisfied with that. The Exile government, recognizing that it served no purpose a wing of the Exile militia couldn't, officially disbanded it around 891 IE. The officers in the organization went various ways. Some tried a career in the military, but could usually not get far, given their backgrounds. Some went directly predatory, but their martial prowess was matched by their lack of finesse, and the Exile militia quickly tracked down and murdered most, with the few remnants assisting in slaying their erstwhile bretheren, desperate to save their own hides. Somewhere near Bargha, 914 IE. An ancient man in Scimitar armor watches a roaring fire; his men, a band of haggard-looking fighters, stand behind him. More groups arrive. Each of them was bullied by the Scimitar band into paying protection. Otherwise, it served as eyes and ears for the bandit-hunting Exile militia; without their help, any small group of brigands would be destroyed. With it, they were nearly invincible. Eventually, some bandits got around to comparing notes. After significant internal strife, the inevitable conclusion was the centralization of the affair. By now, the organization had existed for several years; it was rapidly becoming the foremost den of villainy on Ermarian. What, then, is unusual about this meeting? The Scimitar officer steps forward. "Grandmaster Abrikov has fallen in battle. I witnessed it with my own eyes; once his murderers were dealt with..." The old man pulls a mailed hand from his bag and throws it on the cave floor. "I have called you together to assume leadership of the brigands. As I have fought at Abrikov's side, and I have returned a relic first to prove that I fought closest to him, I am the legitimate leader; any who contest me shall fall by my sword, and those of my band. May the next Grandmaster be as strong and loyal as I." ... South of Fort Spire, 945 IE. Colonel Braddon stares angrily northward. "Where in the hell is the signal? Commander Tal said the signal to reveal ourselves would come an hour ago. If we keep dawdling, the Abyss bastards are going to overtake us all in the Goddamn dark." A crimson-tinged bolt of white streaks into the sky, briefly illuminating dozens on dozens of men climbing from the chasm, a flag of a blood-red sun on black flying above Fort Spire, and a thousand arrows streaking towards the Avernum relief army. "Treason!", came Braddon's final, miserable cry. East of Dharmon, 1135. A merchant caravan, loaded heavy with spider silk, is returning from a profitable journey to the far caves. A journey which, unfortunately, claimed half of the caravan's guards. No matter. The maps said they were out of spider country. They also recommended against the route they were travelling, but it was short and easier than the patrolled one, and they hadn't seen a living thing the entire time. Then came the javelins. From every shadow seemed to rush men in bloodied armor, full of a terrible bloodlust; one, mounted on a giant lizard, bore the black and red flag that all of Avernum had learned to hold in dread. The one they left alive would return home, ruined, to Krizsan, bringing word of the terrible scourge of the Abyss Knights. ... Faction: The Abyss Knights Leader: Grandmaster Karol Vogt Note: Leadership is determined by the first person to return to Bargha with a relic of the past leader upon his passing, and is absolute. Grandmasters tend to rule for very short periods. Location: The Abyss; significant presence throughout western Exile, with ties to pirates and brigands throughout Ermarian Type of Government: Military Dictatorship Religion: No special preference; leaders who attempt to impose one tend to rule for but a brief time. Description: The Abyss Knights comprise a hateful horde of predators on humanity, the laborers under their protection, and their slaves. Each group has members of all races and creeds. They are known and feared for their viciousness and brutally effective tactics; while a reasonable government would have destroyed them a century ago, a good portion of their extreme ill-gotten wealth is spent on bribes to powerful officials. An interesting side-effect of the Abyss Knights has been to pulverize the mercenary market; while a career with the Knights does entail becoming a hoste humani generis, the pay is excellent; as such, internal loyalty within the Abyss Knights is surprisingly high, with very few groups having historically fallen to bribery. [ Wednesday, March 22, 2006 22:59: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Sunday, March 19 2006 22:21
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Vowel mergers/splits: Rhyme: trap, bath - No, nor can I imagine them doing so. Rhyme: father, bother - Yes. Identical: cot, caught - Yes. Rhyme: foot, goose - No. Identical: Lennon, Lenin - In practicality they're difficult to distinguish, but not intentionally Identical: pin, pen - No Identical: line, loin - No Identical: coil, curl - No Final vowel of "happy" rhyme with vowel of "meet" - huh? I think yes, but huh? R madness: Identical: father and farther - No Identical: Mary, marry, merry - Yes Rhyme: mirror, nearer - Yes Rhyme: firn, fir, fur - I dunno how to pronounce firn, and the other two? Identical Identical: horse, hoarse - Yes L madness Rhyme: salary, celery - Sorta Identical: fill, feel - No Identical: fell, fail - No Identical: full, fool - No Consonants Same middle consonant: Singer, finger - No Identical: Heat, eat - No Identical: Should've, should of - "Should of" is just "should've" written wrong. Identical: Wait, weight - Functionally Identical: Wine, whine - Yes ... And to whoever it may interest, this accent is a product of acculturization in the American west, with substantially more vocabulary acquired visually than auditorially (in fact, epitome is the only word I can ever recall having heard pronounced before spelled) and faint Irish roots in the background. [ Sunday, March 19, 2006 22:25: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 18 2006 23:47
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Nate, I am your father. [ Saturday, March 18, 2006 23:47: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 18 2006 00:47
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Oh, stereotyping. Will it ever get old? Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Monday, March 6 2006 15:50
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...years ago I recognized my kinship with all living beings, and I made up my mind then that I was not one bit better than the meanest on earth. I said then, and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; and while there is a criminal element, I am of it; and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free. --Eugene Victor Debs EDIT: Poor, poor autocensor. [ Monday, March 06, 2006 17:45: Message edited by: Imban ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Sunday, March 5 2006 10:26
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You're cute, but a little young. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 15:59
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quote:Quoted for emphasis. It had no influence on me buying anything, but by the time I came around to them I had registered everything until Avernum 2 and had despaired of registering anything else from the demos. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 15:49
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8.8 The atmosphere suffered severely for the new perspective. Exile 2 made me truly claustrophobic for stretches, the acid wit was toned down a little (by that point Jeff was on a family-friendly kick), and I recall a Survivor reference. Blech. Whatever happened to the Jeff Vogel that wrote Exile 2, I miss him. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 15:06
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9.5 Jeff Vogel's finest work. There were a few glitches and a few strethes which didn't really click, but the atmosphere was thick enough to choke on. The second act in particular was something I haven't seen since in Spidweb games or scenarios (his efforts to imitate it in ZKR aside). This is one of the few examples I can think of of a sweeping epic plot being pulled off without being too broad. Excellent work. If only the sequel had come out the same way... Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 13:54
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The difference is that Creator wasn't trying to make a point; he was trying to make humor. It was fairly clear, given the smileys. 'Lighten up' is certainly an odd reaction to indignance if you're not aiming for humor, isn't it? Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 12:54
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In memory of recent events and the Mao fiasco, I have decided to start a name meme. Ladies and gents, start your engines. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 12:41
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quote:No, the email is not public knowledge. Then again, public knowledge is murderously incorrect here. This is exactly how the dialogue went: Spy.there: *criticism of Av4* spidweb: [If you don't like it then] don't buy it. Creator: I'm putting that in my sig. :) Spidweb: Go right ahead. :) Creator: *does so* Spidweb: That's out of context, you know. Creator: Aw, lighten up. Spidweb: *ban* There was no explicit statement that Ash needed to remove the quote from his sig. Vogel is still apopleptic about it, behaving as if someone whose work has made him money is actively trying to disrupt his business. Now that you understand the issue, please stop stating that the Creator had it coming. If he did, no one told him as much until after he was banned. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 09:49
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Banning the Creator was a completely arbitrary and astoundingly hostile act, and a lot of important people - people who mean more to the community than you, and who know Jeff Vogel better than you - are extremely angry about it. He didn't violate any part of the Code of Conduct, which doesn't have a clause saying anything like poking fun at Jeff Vogel is a bannable offense. The sick fact of the matter is that the Vogel-cult is still strong enough that people feel it is perfectly justified. If Schrodinger had done this, I don't think everyone would be baying for the Creator's blood. ... To clarify the issue: Vogel banned the Creator without any real warning, and when the Creator inquired on the matter he was sent a dismissive, insulting, and profane e-mail in response. And after all that crap, the line is still in the Creator's sig. [ Saturday, March 04, 2006 09:52: Message edited by: Belisarius ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, March 4 2006 00:16
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Jeff Vogel, sighing, completed the changes to the Creator's profile that would ban him from the Spiderweb Software boards. Ashby's words were stinging daggers in his softened heart. A thousand warring sentiments rushed through his brain, and his veins coursed with ice. Anyone looking on could see him making the most terrible decision of his long life. As Mariann did, walking by and scoffing in discontented anger. Vogel, lost in emotion, let her have her scoffs. Mariann was not content. She was never content now, but she was a smart woman and she knew what she was doing, marrying a man more interested in the PR than her and having his child for comedic effect. There was no love. It was a sham. She got hers, though. She got her kid. She got her rutting once a week. Wasn't enough for her; it never was. But that's the price you pay to be married to a gaming superstar. She wasn't entitled to his daydreams. Jeff minimized his work on Geneforge 4 and slowly closed his eyes. In his mind's eye Nathan Ashby gazed at him, maddeningly coy and infinitely knowing. He wore a Stetson - he was always wearing a Stetson - and a button-down silk shirt, which, with a wry smile, he slowly unbuttoned, revealing the final curly hairs of manhood. With a direct urgency he pulled his shirt open, and there was a flood of rose petals. Tears welled up in Jeff Vogel's closed eyes. He missed the man in the fur bikini. He missed the man in the fur bikini more than he could tell the world. [ Saturday, March 04, 2006 00:17: Message edited by: Belisarius ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 3 2006 11:49
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No such website exists, and if it does, it's probably not legal. You know how to get music on the Internet, don't you? Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 28 2006 20:09
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quote:Dude, for whatever reason people like him. The person he insulted gave him back some of his own (or so he thinks) and all seems to have been settled by good old-fashioned lex talonis lexica. And on the subject of banning not being the threat it was, I do recall someone being banned for quoting a dictionary while playing the devil's advocate - rather like you seem to be doing now, albeit against someone without any actual power. I submit that the current state of affairs, be though it may more merciful to your many enemies, is a fair improvement. Chill. Acrimony is only worthwhile if it's amusing or enlightening, but 'TM is a dick and nobody should like him', in more words than such, is neither. [ Tuesday, February 28, 2006 20:10: Message edited by: Belisarius ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 26 2006 16:17
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I can't even concieve of how this topic is supposed to be inappropriate for children. Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
