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| Displayed name | Emperor Tullegolar |
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| Registered | Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 9 2008 16:40
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Sometimes, that's all you need. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 9 2008 15:55
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How come Thuryl didn't get banned for saying that both Starman and Iffy sucked? Play favorites much, Stareye? -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 8 2008 08:59
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The correct answer to this question is Geneforge 2. Geneforge is all about choices, and this one had the greatest amount. It had the best characters, namely Barzahl. It still used all the old Geneforge graphics (old shaper, old servile, old battle alpha) which I am quite fond of. The fact that Geneforge has the best story ever makes the linear gameplay of Geneforge 3 and 4 acceptable, but I will still take the non-linear style of Geneforge 2 any day. Did I mention it had Barzahl? -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 21:13
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Our characters went down with style, Nalyd. The others would be lucky to finish half as awesome as we did. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 17:56
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Identical twins have the same DNA and are always the same gender. Fraternal twins can be a different gender because they have different DNA and thus can not be compared to clones. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 17:51
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If would not be a true clone if that were the case, Iffy. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 17:48
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The Protectorate of the Lady Location: The Eastern Province of Avernum. The Lady is based in a rebuilt Fort Avernum. A resettled Cotra, Silvar, and Fort Duvno pay her tribute and garrison her soldiers. Leadership: The money and brains behind the operation is Lady Calpurnia, and she has purchased the services of Sss-Kai, an experienced slith warrior commanding a small army of mercenaries. Races: Calpurnia herself if from the Empire. Though she has maintained a few servants from her time on the surface she is now employing Avernite mercenaries almost exclusively. The small army lead by Sss-Kai consists of mostly rugged humans with some sliths and nephil scattered throughout. Ideology: A true Imperial noble, it is Lady Calpurnia’s intention to regain her lost wealth and prestige by any means available. Since chaos has overwhelmed Avernum as well, she intends to expand her influence there by offering the populace a taste of Imperial order. Taking advantage of a time of utter desperation, she will force the people of Avernum to give up their once coveted liberties in return for a respite from the anarchy that has gripped the land. Safety is a coveted resource in these times, and the Lady offers it in abundance, or at least she claims to, and to most, hope is enough. Those that refuse her generosity are made to see just how valuable her protection can be. Until a day when she can return to the surface, she will not rest until her banner is flown over all of Avernum instead. Military: Since the collapse of the Kingdom of Avernum, Sss-Kai and mercenaries like him have been feeding off the population of Avernum like your usual bandits. They and the population they plunder had been barely scrapping by when Calpurnia arrived in the underworld. Though she has nearly drained all her fortunes recruiting them into her service, she hopes to convert them from a ragged band of mercenaries into a formal army once the money she is extorting from the population is coming in at a more steady rate. History: Lady Calpurnia’s family was of some prominence in Valorum before the fall of the Empire. When it crashed and burned and the noble families were hunted down, she fled to Avernum with all the gold she and her small entourage could carry. Lucky for her, it was enough to acquire the services of the mercenary leader Sss-Kai. Since Sss-Kai was already set up in the ruins of Fort Avernum, Calpurnia made her home there. She ordered Sss-Kai to protect and extort the nearby cities rather than pillage them, thus assuring a more consistent cash flow. Thus, she was able to take over and demand tribute of Silvar, Cotra, and Fort Duvno. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 17:36
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It would be homosexual, incestuous even. It's like having an identical twin. Same DNA but still another person. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 16:03
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I totally had a conversation with Jeff about Dorikas on these boards not too long ago. Before that, he posted a bit in one of my Geneforge debate threads. Maybe you guys just have to be more interesting and insightful before he'll respond to you. As for locked topics, the mods have been a bit trigger happy lately. There was that one thread about what people did for New Years. It got locked because New Years was over? Come on. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 07:38
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I said repeatedly in the OOC that I wanted to escape the dungeon with the Glass Onion. Most people confirmed this, but then many decided to be in the room with me when I reached the Onion. I gently beat them down, doing no permanent damage, and specifically said I escaped IC. I did this because I had plans for what I was going to do with the Onion, the armored warrior, etc. Anyway, a day after that last post I discover my warrior is dead, Vlad was knocked unconscious (twice), the Onion was destroyed, and I was stuck in the dungeon while most everyone else had moved on. Not a single person bothered to PM me about any of these things. I thank Nalyd and Azuma for trying to edit their posts to fix my situation (even though I wrote my final post assuming they did not) but really the biggest problem was that the Onion was destroyed. Since it is now far too late to fix that problem (mostly due to the fact that your own character has taken the Onion's power) I just decided why bother making new plans if stuff like that can happen. It was fun while it lasted. I've never written anything like Vlad's story before. I hope you enjoyed my posts. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 7 2008 01:48
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For the record, I left because of Goldenking, not you, Azuma. Your posts were quite tame compared to his. I had lots of stuff planned for Vlad, and I was really getting into this RP. Then it was all smashed beyond repair. This is Goldenking's RP and I respect that, so rather than complain I just left to avoid wasting more time creating stories for a world that could change dramatically at any moment on someone else's whim. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 6 2008 05:03
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Vlad continued to chase his little vixen of a priest through the winding tunnels until Belinda finally found herself at a dead end. She turned to face Vlad, totally exhausted, out of mana, and unable to resist his advances any longer. “Ah, at last, my little poppet, you are mine.” No one else was there, and she could no longer fight it… perfect. He began to tear at her robes while she gave only a half hearted defense. Soon the only sounds audible in their little corner of the world were the sounds of garments being torn and the quite prayers being uttered from Belinda’s trembling lips. Vlad became distracted by the prayers. They were to Ahonar, who, interestingly enough, was only a few rooms away yet far too busy to heed the words of a mere priestess who was of no further use to him. Yet she called to him, because she loved him, because she trusted him, because she believed in him. What did Vlad believe in? Here he was, not a friend in the world to turn to, not a god in the heavens to pray to, about to what… rape a helpless girl? Vlad felt sick, he shook his head and rose. He removed his own somewhat battered robe and threw them over the partially naked Belinda. The shoddy tunic and pants he had on under the robe made him look like a peasant, like any other sucker in the world. But wait… there was someone who cared! There was something worth living for! There was Trinculo! The one person who had stayed at his side through thick and thin, the one person who wasn’t just using him to advance his own goals, the one person who ever cared for Vlad. The X-High Priest decided to find Trinculo and get the hell out of there. There must surely be some other way to find riches and Vlad was confident that between the two of them, they could accomplish anything. Vlad backtracked through the catacombs. When he finally made it back to the Onion chamber, he found it, for the most part, abandoned. The Prophet of Nayld was dead, his head up against the wall at an impossible angle. The only foe Vlad had ever met that was a worthy match… gone. But there was still Trinculo! Where was he? That mysterious armored smashcaster the had saved Vlad’s life with his other-worldly skills was dead as well. Now none would ever know his secrets. But there was still Trinculo! While one or two battered heroes remained, they seemed uninterested in him. Vlad assumed it had to do with the glass shards on the ground; the Onion was gone. Magic was going to end. Vlad would lose what little he had left in the world. But there was still Trinculo! Where was that little… Vlad, at last, found the Least in a shadowy corner, but the shadows were not enough to cover the scene that confronted Vlad. Trinculo was flying face down in a puddle of blood. When Vlad turned him over, he saw that everything from his face to his legs was charred almost beyond recognition. He must have been hiding in the corner when a stray bolt of energy from one of the more powerful beings here hit him by total accident. He was gone. The only person free of guilt within all of Rune had turned out to be one of the few slain in the battle to save it. Others guilty of far greater crimes still lived, and continued to do further damage to an already battered world. Then there was Vlad, a thousands times more deserving of death than poor Trinculo, but still alive. Trinculo, that was his name. Vlad had finally remembered, finally got it right. But Belinda would never revive him, neither would Ahonar, the scum. The little guy’s remains were in no condition to make it back to a town. Vlad damned himself for never bothering to learn healing spells. Now Trinculo, the only one Vlad had left, was gone. Vlad wandered past various adventurers in his way out. Even those in peril and those that hated Vlad didn’t even bother to so much call out to this broken man as he passed them by. The look in his eyes was so distant, so aimless. He had nowhere left to go. He exited the catacombs into the main hall of the Chapel of Fallen Might. After collapsing onto a dusty pew, he was surprised to find a black robed figure standing above him. Hmm, it was one of the monks of Nalyd, probably come to finish him off for murdering one of his companions earlier. Of all the crimes Vlad had committed, this was the one that would bring him down? The figure spoke in a hushed voice, “Vladimir Vortigern? High Priest of TM?” “X-High Priest.” Vlad corrected. “The sorrows you feel… they are powerful. They tell you that all is lost, when it is all just beginning.” “No, I’m quite finished, I’m done in this world…” “I know what burns within you, Vladimir. I know what you feel in your heart. It is as if you no longer even have one.” Vlad did not respond. “The Prophet Munigant is dead, yet our god is not silenced. He has replaced your heart. He speaks through you now, Vladimir. I can see it in your eyes. Please, come with me.” The acolyte reached out a hand, “Come with me.” Vlad rose and blindly followed the acolyte down a twisting passage towards their seminary. Once they were inside, they closed their quarters off to the rest of the chapel. Locked tightly inside, they would disappear from the world, as they had in times past, to appear again when the world had need of them. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 6 2008 04:58
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Uhg, don't include Vlad. Or, better yet, I'm gonna put up my last post now, so you guys can't hurt him anymore. I don't feel like (or want to risk taking the time) rewriting it, so it takes place assuming Vlad is chasing his 'beloved' Belinda through the catacombs. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 6 2008 04:32
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Could you change your post back, Azura? Everyone is still in the catacombs, I'm even farther from the action than I was before now. You can change it all back, actually, running around with Belinda and everything (I have something typed up from that point, actually). [ Sunday, January 06, 2008 04:34: Message edited by: Emperor Tullegolar ] -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 5 2008 23:51
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We need to ask ourselves an important question: who are we going to blame for all this? -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 5 2008 22:42
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Don't feel bad, Taliesin. At this point, coming to hang out in the woods with your characters is beginning to look far more appealing to Vlad than dealing with this mess. Even for all the gold and wenches in the world. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 20:06
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Oh, I see, I thought it was some kind of Munigant spell that did that. If would be awesome if you could have Munigant kill the monster instead, that way my character could live, you would still get to kill something, and we would have less loose end to worry about. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 19:43
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Ahg, before we post more, lets make sure we're all clear. I wish Munigant hadn't killed one of my characters, I did my best not to do permanent damage to anyone, I'm short one guy now and the warrior was actually the one holding the onion. You know, I was supposed to escape and leave you suckers to fight Ahonar and the beast (which everyone seems to have forgotten about, by the way). In conclusion, this sucks. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 17:01
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Damn, I sort of expected you guys to fight Ahonar while I recovered the Onion alone... but since you all decided to confront me instead, I guess I just have to beat the crap out of you all first. Sorry about all the godmodding, but I think it was necessary to resolve the situation, and I even left you guys alive to clean up the mess in any way your hearts desire, have fun! I'll make it up to you all later, no worries. Edit: This would probably be a good time for Iffy or Dazzle or anyone else lingering around to step in and fight the mutant... or better yet Ahonor... or both, good luck. [ Friday, January 04, 2008 17:04: Message edited by: Emperor Tullegolar ] -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 16:59
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Belinda glared across the room at the sword wielding Ivanhoe. “Vlad, you idiot! All those other adventurers at your command, and you still manage to get us here just in time to be beaten to the Onion by someone else!” “One more word woman, and I swear!” Vlad raised his hand at Belinda. Ivanhoe struck a dashing pose, pointing his sword at the Vlad, “Strike not the woman, oh, High Priest. If you wish to help the Anama to destroy the Vale, then it is I who am your enemy.” The huge armored warrior and the archer women with Vlad, as well as Trinculo, looked to their leader with suspicion. “Don’t listen to him, you tickle-brained **** scuts. You know very well we were the only group commissioned by the Triad to fix the Vale! He was not part of our company! He is a liar! You, archer woman, destroy this wart ****ing, sword wielding, **** ****ing jolt-head!” Though she was no great warrior, the archer cocked an arrow and moved towards Ivanhoe, counting on her ability to take him out at a distance. She drew nearer and nearer to the Glass Onion in the middle of the chamber, while Ivanhoe stayed in place, ready to deflect her arrows with his significant sword skills. Jeran waited in the shadows for the perfect moment to strike. Meanwhile, the quiet clicking sound in the room grew louder, and the archer woman made it about half way to the shining beacon in the middle of the chamber when the thing appeared. A horrible creature barely visible in the darkness came from out of the black, with so many limbs curved in horrible directions, all falling upon the helpless adventurer. She screamed in pain as she was ripped apart. Belinda and Trinculo looked away. The huge man in armor looked on in silence, drawing his own weapon, the huge halberd. Vlad seemed highly amused, “Oh! Sick! Who knew someone could be separated from so many different body parts and still be alive?” Indeed, in seconds, there was little left of the adventurer, yet her muffled gurgles could still be heard. Eventually, her various parts were pulled into the darkness. The clicking sound grew quieter once again. “You know, you’d think people would think twice before rushing into a room with a big ****ing pile of bones in the middle of it, but some never learn, eh?” With a horrible chirping gurgle, the creature spat the bones of the unfortunate adventurer from the darkness onto the pile with the others. Belinda couldn’t hold it in anymore, she vomited off to the side. Vlad patted the huge armored warrior on the back, “Well, I vote you go next, big guy.” “Don’t touch me, peasant! I need not your permission! Behold my might and skill!” The warrior rushed into the darkness. The clicking returned as the thing emerged once again, and howled at the armored man. Vlad shook his head at the stupidity, then looked to the stunned Ivanhoe. “Hey, swordboy, can you use that thing or is it just there to compensate for your shortcomings?” Ivanhoe was sick of this man’s insults, and, in an uncharacteristic burst of pride, he rushed the horrible beast alongside the armored warrior. The thing clutched the warrior with all manner of twisted limbs, but they were unable to penetrate his armor. Before it could spit acid, Ivanhoe swung Excalibur with efficiency, severing several of the alien claws. The creature cried in agony and dropped the beefy fighter. Soon enough, however, the wounds healed, and the limbs grew back. Vlad and Belinda turned to face the Prophet, Munigant, whom they finally realized was there. Vlad was greatly angered by the stupid soul wall thing now blocking access to the Glass Onion. “Why did you have to go and pull a stunt like that, you rotting **** dank flax-wench?” “The disappointment you feel now is but a taste of the agony and sorrow you will experience should you steal the Onion.” Vlad sniffed, noting there was indeed a rotting smell that wasn’t the bones in the center of the room. “You fool, you forget I am, in fact, a priest. Repel spirit!” Vlad and Belinda both assaulted the lich with all the holy powers they could muster. Munigant was prepared for this attack, however, and he drew power from the nearby shadows to bolster his defenses. While fighting Minigant, Vlad still managed to taunt Ivanhoe as he battled the mutant beast, “No mere warrior will defeat that thing! It regenerates too fast, you **** lily-livered clotpole!” Misinterpreting Vlad’s taunts as being directed at him, the armored warrior spoke from behind his plated helmet, “I am no mere warrior! I am a smashcaster! Skilled in both melee and the arcane!” The Excalibur moved in a blur severing more and more limbs. Once they were separated from the body, the armored figure shot a stream of flame, cauterizing the wounds before new limbs could grow. Once the creature was missing most of it’s limbs, it retreated into the darkness, “Too easy.” The beast defeated, the smashcaster and Ivanhoe turned to battle each other. As the two priests continued their offensive holy attacks on the Prophet, he began to falter, still weak from the recovery from his earlier wounds. He was forced to draw power from the soul wall, causing it to dissipate. Finally seeing the perfect opportunity, Jeran snuck to the center of the room and reached out for the Glass Onion, “I don’t suppose anyone will mind if I just…” As he reached towards the Onion, angels sang out. He was so close to the goal, only to be interrupted by a smite spell cast by Belinda, who turned her attention from Munigant to Jeran. He shrugged off the weak smite spell, however and drew his weapon. Jeran figured he would just charge her, he could take on a single priestess no problem, surely. Meanwhile, the mighty Excalibur sliced through the armored warriors halberd, and the two pieces fell from his hands as he stepped back, stunned. He regained composure quick enough to blast the sword from Ivanhoe’s hands with a powerful arcane blast. Ivanhoe didn’t understand how one warrior could be so powerful. Who was this ‘smashcaster’? His question would remain unanswered for now as a mighty backhand knocked him off his feet, sending him head over heels. With Ivanhoe incapacitated, the warrior moved towards the Glass Onion. Vlad’s offensive powers proved too great for Munigant. If only he had been at full strength, he would surely have bested the X-High Priest. He decided to cut his losses and shielded himself in an impenetrable wall of shadows. Anything Vlad shot at the wall was absorbed. When Vlad noticed Munigant was unable to attack from behind the shield, gave up his assault. Meanwhile, Jeran had dealt Belinda a serious wound, managing to stick her right in the side with his sword. Seeing her fall, Vlad was enraged, and unleashed the rest of his powers he had been saving up on Jeran. Jeran used what little power he had left to shield himself, but it proved to only be enough to save his life. He flew across the room and hit the wall with a great deal of force. Vlad drew a metal spike and prepared to finish him off, but was stopped by the armored warrior. “Hold, old man. Leave him alive.” “Why in the name of Drakefyre’s ass would I do a thing like that?” The clicking sound returned to the chamber. “Hear that? The beast still lives. Let it deal with these weaklings. The prize is already ours.” The mysterious warrior reached for the Glass Onion. Angels sang out once again, and the room grew even darker when he finally placed it in his pack. Trinculo helped the wounded Belinda to her feet, “Should we perhaps be going, master?” “One second.” Vlad quickly approached the pile of bones, reached into his pack, and pulled out the now stale half-eaten loaf of bread he had been saving. He placed it on the bone pile where the Glass Onion once rested. Trinculo shook his head, it was so like his master to add insult to injury like that. He took one last look at Ivanhoe and Jeran, who were both already beginning to stir, and he also noted the shadow shield was beginning to dissipate as well. “Right, let’s get the **** out of here.” In seconds, they were gone, back down the twisting black halls, leaving the other three heroes to their fate. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 14:26
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After a good few hours of searching, Belinda began to suspect they were getting nowhere. These twisting black halls were all identical, and with Vlad leading them, she was pretty sure they would never find the Glass Onion. “Uh, Vlad, perhaps we should have taken that last left…” “Nonsense, right is always right.” “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. All we’re going to accomplish going right all the time is going in a big circle. Have you ever even explored a dungeon before?” “Hey, don’t talk to me like that. I’ll kill you, you know.” Trinculo spoke up, “My master is correct, actually. Hugging the right wall will assure that we will see most of the dungeon. Eventually we have to-“ Trinculo fell silent when someone stepped on a shifting stone on the floor. A trap had been set off and a spear flew out of the wall towards the group. It was headed strait for Belinda, the only one in the group capable of healing. Knowing this all too well, the huge armored warrior moved forward at impossible speeds and deflected the bolt at the last second with his massive halberd, an impressive show of skill. “Woah! Nice one, big guy.” Vlad laughed and began moving forward again. “Hold on, you old fool!” The warrior spoke, “There are probably more traps in this hall. We must be getting close to the Onion.” “Yeah, well, what do you suggest we do? Can anyone here work with traps?” No one responded, Trinculo put his face in his palm, “Oh, I knew we should have put together a more balanced group.” “Pfff, you guys have zero problem solving skills. Give me a second.” Vlad looked around at his fellow adventurers, trying to decide who was the most expendable, eventually settling on the one with the red shirt. “You, with the red shirt!” “It’s really more of an orange-“ “Too late.” Vlad grabbed the man and threw him forward. He hit many, many trapped panels as he stumbled through the hallway off balance. All manner of spears, darts, fire, and acid traps were set off, and by the time he reached the other side, there was really not that much left of him. He fell to the ground in an unrecognizable heap. “See, problem solved. That guy turned out to be far more useful than I thought he would be.” The others with Vlad all looked on in horror, except for the armored warrior, who nodded his head, smiled, and moved forward. The group passed through the trapped halls without further incident. Unfortunately for everyone else in all of Rune, Vlad’s group reached the room containing the Glass Onion first. “Well, that was fast.” Vlad noted. The prize was before them! A beautiful glowing, onion-shaped carved crystal containing all the powers of the Creator himself. It was in the middle of a dark and shadowy chamber on top of a pile of fresh bones, still pink from the flesh that once clung to them. Tainted light barely lit the room from dusty stained glass windows. There were also bits of black cloth everywhere from the followers of Nalyd that had made several attempts to reclaim the Onion and paid with their lives. There was a quite clicking noise coming from the shadows, but the adventurers paid it no heed. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 10:14
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I was planning on killing that thing, but if you want to make friends with it first, go right ahead. Also remember, from Nalyd's description, that thing seems a lot more crazy and blood thirsty than your character. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 07:32
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Since Ahonar is a god, I can't imagine he'd fair much better even if he was in his prime. Lucheiah: Yeah, you want to be at the Chapel, fast. In fact, if you edit your last two posts to involve you already being at the chapel, that would probably be best if you wanted to be with Ahonar/Rahona. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 07:05
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Warcraft 2 was way better. I miss the days when orcs were the mindless human smashing machines they were born to be. World of Warcraft doesn't really have a plot of its own. It's more like the plot is already finished and now they are letting you kill off all the characters they created over the years one by one, which if a decent way to end a series. As for what the movie is about... quote:Sounds fine to me. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 4 2008 06:59
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I don't think the Vahnatai could ever bring themselves to kill her. And I don't think she could ever bring herself to kill herself. No, she was killed by adventurers. It's really the only way to go these days. I'll miss her, at least.  -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |