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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, December 19 2007 20:21
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quote:I see. When you said we were forcible knocked unconscious I assumed it was by the enemy, not the people we were working for. I'm kind of busy at the moment but I'll think of some clever way to resolve this mess eventually. Perhaps there can be two skyships. One manned by the Manarinans trying to complete the quest, one manned by the Anama trying to stop them? Sort of like a race? -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 20:15
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I suppose I deserved that for learning what little I know of science from what was dubbed 'the worse movie ever made.' I'm still confident that humanity will eventually figure out some way to destroy the universe, however. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 09:51
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      -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 09:36
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Trinculo awoke to a splitting headache. The last thing he remembered was approaching that one shady adventurer when he was suddenly attacked by a group of Anama and knocked unconscious while Vlad simply looked on in his usual confused manner. Vlad… where did he get off to this time? Trinculo moved around the prisoners quarters. He couldn’t tell if the other adventurers were shunning him because he was a Least or because of who he served, but it didn’t really matter. He just wanted to find his master. He overheard some of the other adventurers talking. Those that had regained consciousness first told tales of seeing the city of Manarina going up in flames though the portholes. Trinculo was getting worried. There weren’t many places to hide in those quarters and he hadn’t found his master yet. What if he resisted the Anama and went down in glorious battle? What if he was left to wander around all alone in his drunken stupor and was burned alive in the city? Trinculo found a his own little corner to curl up and hide in, praying that his master would turn up before the skyship got to its mysterious destination. - “His Eminence’s wisdom knows no bounds! This guy is a total disaster. Even if he has a change of heart and decides to try and fix the Vale, he’ll probably end up screwing it up astronomically anyway, a win-win situation for us.” The group of Anama commanding the ship laughed at this truth, but quickly composed themselves when Vlad reentered the room. “Whew, and the world record for longest piss goes too…” He signaled to the Anama as if they were to finish the sentence. They didn’t. “Escort the X-High Priest to the cells with the other adventurers, we wouldn’t want to blow your cover, now, would we?” “Oh, come on. It stinks back there. Just let me stay up here with you guys. I can be cool like you Anama suckers. Check it out.” Vlad picked up a nearby antique mace to swing it around. It was an ancient and fragile thing, and Vlad’s awkward swings caused the head to snap off and fly across the room, smashing into a nearby case of potions. The liquids poured out, ruining the magical scrolls stored on the shelf directly bellow them. - The Anama threw Vlad into the prisoner’s quarters with a great deal of force, to make it look convincing and all. Trinculo rejoiced in his head, but approached his master with a stern look on his face. “Master! Where were you this time?” “What? Oh, I was probably being interrogated. You know, they wanted to know about the Onion Dagger and all that.” “Whew, good thing they interrogated you, then. Wait, the Anama are smarter than that. Why would they interrogate only you? There are a lot more reliable, more sober people around here to ask questions to.” “Uh.” “And why did the Anama attack me first back in Manarina instead of you? And why didn’t you help me when you saw I was being attacked?” “Want some duck feet? I have a few extra in my pocket, compliments of the chef back in Manarina. He’ll probably never make them again, you know.” “Hold on… you’re not working for the Anama, are you, master?” Trinculo stuck out his lower lip and looked up at his master with huge eyes. “Of course not! Why would I work for those currish **** idle-headed scullion ****? They wouldn’t even let me hang out with them. Er, that is, if I were ever in a situation where I would want to hang out with them for some reason.” “Prove it! I don’t think the Anama even attacked you back in Manarina! Let me see your head, let me see the lump where they knocked you unconscious! The lump that everyone else in here has!” Trinculo pounced on his master, trying to feel through his stringy hair for the lump. “What! Arg! Get off of me you little **** beslubbering toad-spotted **** pumpion *****!” Trinculo leapt off his master back onto the ground. “You do have a lump! I should never have doubted you, master! I’m so sorry.” Trinculo hugged his master around the waist. Vlad didn’t have the heart to tell him he got that lump when he fell down the stairs to the Anama’s private wine stores. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 02:45
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quote:Well, we're still working on that solarbonite bomb. Science willing, we'll take them all down with us! -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 18 2007 23:21
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There's a reference to you in there as well, you know. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 18 2007 12:21
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Trinculo kicked Vlad awake just as the Most High Priest’s speech was ending. “No, mistress! I swear I’ll be a good boy! Urg… where am I?” “Master, did you sleep through the whole briefing?” “Of course not. I caught the jist of it. Something about an Onion Dagger in the Chapel of Mighty Wastes… very deep stuff I’m sure. This quest will be a piece of cake for us, no doubt.” “No doubt, master.” Vlad once again approached the Most High Priest, who was hoping to leave before anyone got a chance speak with him, especially Vlad. “Hey Dana, I’m gonna need an advance on that reward your offering.” Indeed, Vlad was still wearing the same tattered, stained, singed robes he was when he was first kicked out of his temple. He’s stench permeated the room and he couldn’t remember the last time he ate real food. “Spectacles of the Creator behold, what a charity case you are! I do suppose I can’t have you out there representing the League looking like that. Fine, take this.” The Most High Priest pulled a small pouch of coins from under his lush robes and handed it to Vlad. “That’s from me personally, be sure to spend some on a bath as well.” Vlad looked down at the coins, infuriated. “I don’t need your pity you wayward **** dainty threaded *** ***** fop! Take your coins and stick them in your fat **** you gut ***** hedge-pig!” Vlad threw the coins with a good amount of force at the Most High Priest. He missed completely and the coins hit the wall instead, sending them jingling all over the chambers. The Most High Priest chuckled to himself and left. Once he was gone, Vlad looked around at the remaining adventurers. “What are you all staring at? Oh, oh, go ahead, point your fingers! You all need me! You need me so that you can tell yourselves, hey, at least I’m not that guy! Without me your just more pointless, nameless characters in this story of ours, hoping to score a bit of cash by feeding off the tragic situation of our little world! Go! Go to your high adventures, let me wallow in own self pity in peace!” Some deeply felt Vlad’s words, most just shook their heads and left the room. When the X-High Priest was finally alone in the chambers with no one but Trinculo watching, he quickly got down on his knees and began picking up the coins he threw. - When Trinculo had finished using the latrine, he emerged to discover his master was nowhere to be found. He soon found Vlad in the very first place he looked, a nearby pub, this one was called Duck Feet. Vlad was passed out at the bar, to no one’s surprise. Trinculo kicked him awake for the second time that day. “Master, how did you get here?” “Uh? What? You again? Oh, I got some new robes and I had a bit of cash left over so I figured I get some sustenance before we left for the quest or whatever.” “First of all, alcohol is not sustenance, master.” “This isn’t alcohol, it’s knowledge brew!” “No it isn’t. Second of all, what kind of robes are these? Generic yellow? The Most High Priest gave you a small fortune, master, you could have bought some really nice robes with those coins. How much do you have left over?” “Nothing.” “Master! You spent all the rest of the coins on booze?” “Of course not, I got supplies for our adventure, check it out.” Vlad revealed a small pack filled with items. Trinculo began going through them. “Let’s see. One half-eaten loaf of bread.” “They come like that for some reason, honest.” “One bundle of metal spikes.” “Those were on sale.” “One pornographic magazine, slightly used.” “Ah, Nuns of Nioca Gone Wild, my favorite publication.” “Ew. And one water canteen etched with the number thirteen. Well, at least that’s somewhat useful.” “Yeah, that’s not for water.” “I don’t believe this. I left you alone for five minutes, master. How did you even manage to- never mind. Lets just find the rest of that adventuring group and let them lead the way. Hopefully, we can mooch off someone with even the slightest aura of success or ability.” The duo left the pub and scanned the busy streets. Vlad’s eyes eventually fell upon a particularly rugged individual browsing through swords being sold by a local blacksmith. “He’ll do, no doubt.” “No doubt, master.” -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 16 2007 20:47
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I have my last final for the semester on friday. Then I hope to go the rest of the year without doing a single thing that so much as resembles work. Christmas dinner and whatnot is someone else's problem, and I've already bought other people's gifts. I will likely become nocturnal, gain several pounds, and reek because I don't plan on showering or changing my clothes either. Hey, it's a tradition. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 16:51
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Vlad’s robes were ruined. The parts that weren’t missing were either badly torn or burned. Now he and Trinculo sat before the Triad, the latter awed by the size of the chamber they were in while the former folded his arms in anger. “I didn’t know you were the one hiring, Dana.” “You disrespectful little worm! Never call me by my given name! I am the Most High Priest, and you will refer to me thus! You’re lucky enough that I don’t have you arrested immediately for you stunt with the skyship or your prior crimes in this city!” “I’ve been to this city before?” Once again, Vlad looked to Trinculo. The Least spoke up, “Yes, Master. At the last Gathering of the Faithful, you represented the Church of TM. You ended up taking some hazia and removing your clothes in front of the High Priestess of Nicothodes, after which you seduced and, um, had relation with the High Priestess of Nikki.“ “Oh, yeah, I remember now! That was also the first time I met Dana’s mother. Such a sweet old lady. What a busy night that was!” The Most High Priest’s face was now beet red. “One more word, Vladamir, and we’ll throw from the city walls!” “Ha! That’s not even the first time someone’s threaded to do something like that to me today! You surly *** unoriginal knotty-pated ***** mold-wrapped ****!” The Most High Archmage was not amused, “Enough of this banter! I have no interest in your petty squabbles. Vladamir Vortigern, you have been allowed before this most esteemed Triad in recognition of your abilities. You will perform a task for us and we will do our best to forget the various atrocities you have committed against our city, the kingdom, and all that is good and pure. Refuse, and your banning from Manarina resumes immediately!” Vladimir took three seconds to come to a conclusion, “Ah, yes, you can take your quest and shove it so far up your **** tearing out **** horrible pain **** all over your **** ****!“ "Guards! Detain the X-High Priest and remove him from these chambers!" "I wouldn't help you bastards if the fate of the world depended on it!" Vlad continued to spew insults as he was being dragged out, "Oh, and you might want to get that big ***** hole in the side of your precious city checked out!" - Vlad found himself in the Manarina dungeons, awaiting the next skyship to take him as far away from the city as possible. A young priestess was tending to his burns. Trinculo was pacing, second guessing his decision to travel with Vlad, like he had every second since he first made the decision. “Master, we traveled all this way to take the quest only to refuse it and get put in prison? Maybe if you beg forgiveness they’ll still give you the job.” “Never! I loath those plutocrats! Those pretentious basket-cockles! I would sooner work to undo whatever their deepest desires were, to smash their dreams into oblivion, let them wallow in darkness! I would devote my life to it.” The young priestess spoke, “I see your convictions are strong. I respect that.” “I don’t remember saying you could speak. You had better wait for my request!” The priestess was a bit intimidated, but she continued none the less, “Would you do anything to bring down the Triad? Even if it meant giving up the one thing you hold dear?” “A ’38 Chateau Diki on a midsummer night, sandwiched between the Weapon Wench and the Most High Priest’s mom?” “What? Ew, no! Your magic! Don’t you see? My name is Belinda. I work for the Anama and-“ “Yawn! Boring! Not interested in your life story! Get to the point!” Belinda sighed, “His Eminence, Ahonar, is offering a massive reward as well. You need money, yes? The Anama’s pockets are deep. You will live the rest of your life in carefree bliss. And to do so you only need to do what you already want to.” “When do we start?” “Master! Uh, you do know that they are asking you to ensure the Vale is destroyed, right? You would have no more powers. I think you should reconsider.” Vlad wiped some of the grim out of his eyes. For the first time he noticed how beautiful Belinda was. Her gentle hands upon his slightly charred skin, her supple lips pursed in hope that he would accept her offer, her huge eyes tearing up in fear of the potential flaming to come. But Vlad did not falem his problems away this time, “Uh, my lady, I will have to think on your offer.” Trinculo was too enraged to notice his master's unusual response, “I think it's time for you to leave! My master will never work for you or your kind!” “Remember, oh, High Priest, we can give you’re heart’s desire.” Belinda got comfortably close placed her hands near Vlad's crotch to heal some of his most painful wounds. She gently whispered to him, “All you need to do is sabotage those you whom you despise, and we can give you anything.” Her breath was so soft in his ear, “Anything.” With that she rose, stuck out her tongue out at Trinculo, and left Vlad’s cell. For once, the X-High Priest was not sure what to say. “Can you believe her, master? To have the audacity to make such an offer, as if you would be so gullible as to accept.” “Heh, indeed. Preposterous.” Vlad moved towards the entrance to his cell and banged on the bars. “Guard! Guard. Tell the Most High Priest I wish to apologize for my behavior. I have reconsider his offer.” -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 15:57
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Just wait until my next post. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 14 2007 21:11
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Goldenking, did your character's name change from your first post to the later ones? Alexander White to Isaac Erikson? -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 14 2007 17:00
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“Hroarfff…” Vlad vomited off the side of the skyship, completely unconcerned with the people below that it would likely land on. “Master, are you, uh, skysick?” “No, Grendis, I’ve been on thousands of these things… probably.” “I see, have you been drinking again, master?” “I don’t puke when I drink, fool! I puke when I don’t drink. We don’t have any money, remember? I think I might be dying.” “I think you’ll live, master. If I might ask, if we have no money, how did we pay for a ticket to ride this skyship to Manarina?” “Manarina? I thought we were going to Weapon Wench’s!” Suddenly, the duo was approached by a grizzled crew member. “Hey, prancribald!” “Why does everyone keep calling me that?” “I don’t remember seeing your ticket.” “Oh? And what if I don’t have one, eh?” Three more crewmembers joined the first one. Vlad was unconcerned, but Trinculo covered his eyes and prayed it would all go away. “Well, that would be a most unfortunate situation for you, being thousands of feet in the air without proper passage.” “Ah, well, in that case, yes, I have one.” “Where is it?” “Oh, you need to see it?” “Damn it! Stop messing around and show us a ticket or we’ll toss you’re filthy carcass overboard!” Vlad looked over the railing he had just vomited at and briefly wondered if he might survive the drop should a small child or something happen to break his fall. He quickly reconsidered, however, “I demand to speak with the captain of this flying rank canker-blossom!” Within minutes, Vlad and Trinculo were standing in the cockpit, surrounded by the entire crew and facing the big, beefy captain. Trinculo’s was still quite concerned, “Master, why did you have to demand to speak with the captain?” “I figured I would think of something clever to say while they were bringing us to him, but, well, you know how that’s been working out lately.” The captain was not amused, “Silence! What have we here? A filthy street urchin and his retarded uncle?” “Which one do you suppose I am? The urchin or the uncle?” Trinculo did not answer Vlad’s question, he was frozen with fear. The crew was simply dumbfounded. Vlad had had enough, “All right, you all bore me, I’m done with this.” With that, all the offensive powers in the X-High Priest’s arsenal were at his fingers. It flowed from his being with such skill that the crew did not have time to react. Ribbons of fire tore apart man after man, until you could not tell where one ended and the next began. After a few seconds, there was nothing left of the crew but a few piles of smoking ash. “Master! What have you done?” “Not bad, eh? You still got it, Vlad, you still got it! I don’t think any of the other passengers noticed. We might just get out of this one scot free! Vlad, one; seedy skyship crew, zero!” “There’s no one driving the skyship now, Master! And we’re on a collision course with the floating city!” Vlad looked out the main forward window. Indeed, the massive floating city of Manarina was before them, and they were heading right for it. Vlad’s not sure how he didn’t notice it before. “Can you drive a ship, master?” “How hard can it be?” More fire blasted from Vlad’s finger tips as he incinerated the ships wheel and other controls. “Oh my gods! Master! Why did you do that?” “I didn’t think the flames would spread so quickly.” Indeed, the fire was beginning to spread throughout the cockpit. “You can’t just flame all your problems away, master!” “Nonsense, the divine TM says we can always flame our problems away.” “We’re about to die! What do we do? Can we pray to TM for help?” “Heh, you obviously have no idea how this religion works.” “Are there any benevolent Spiderweb gods we can pray to?” “None that come to mind.” “Ahhhh! We’re going to die!” Trinculo ran in tiny, terrified circles around Vlad. “Relax, relax. Well, you’ll probably die, but I can cover myself with a magical shield at the last second to absorb most of the damage.” “But master, you don’t know any blessing spells!” “I see. Let me think for a second.” The space between the skyship and the floating city was growing smaller and smaller. Trinculo was making his peace with the gods. Vlad, on the other hand, suddenly lit up, “I’ve got it! My stroke of genius had finally come to me!” With a massive explosion and a sickening crash heard by every man, woman and child in the floating city, Vladimir Vortigan, the X-High Priest of TM, had arrived at Manarina. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 11 2007 21:50
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Nuts is a subjective term. Don't take Ephesos's word for it, you'll have to see his situation for yourself and form your own opinion. I think his ideas are genius, just poorly executed. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 11 2007 09:45
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“Hey, you! Prancibald! It’s about high time you paid some more o’ yer tab, eh?” The barkeeper woke Vlad from his groggy slumber. He hated it when people did that. “Do you have any idea who I am? Jerimiah, pay this fool his foul-earned coin.” Trinculo sighed, “Master, we don’t have any money, and you don’t have any more jewelry to pay him with either.” Vlad looked at his hands. Indeed, his rings were gone. “The sacred relics of TM! Thief! Brigand! Someone has stolen my treasures!” The barkeeper was losing his patience, “You better calm yerself an’ pay up, or ye’ll be dealin’ wit the Weapon Wench ‘erself.” Vlad was unimpressed, “Oh, is she half as fearsome as the dragon of the hills whom I blasted into dust with a flick of my finger? Is she any wittier than the great strategist Shinzo, whom I made piss his knickers after schooling him on the finer points of battlefield stratagems. Or perhaps I will woo her with a poem that would pull upon the heartstrings of Nalyd himself!” “We got another one, marm!” The barkeep shouted. Vlad did a 180 and was faced with the Weapon Wench. She had the sword and was half-naked like in the picture out front, but the artist had neglected to include the 200+ pounds of warm, cushy lard that this woman inhabited, the greasy, stringy hair and all the warts befitting the cruelest marsh hag. “Sweet Vogels beard! I am having a most horrid vision! All the legions of Hell are marching forth to plunder and rape all that is good and holy! May the gods have mercy on us all!” Vlad’s vision ended as he was slapped clear across the room by one of the biggest hands in all the Kingdom. Trinculo guided the dazed X-High Priest outside and far enough away from the pub so that they could no longer hear the roaring laughter of its patrons. “Drewbert, it has been brought to my attention that we are in need of assets. We must find a way to fund my retirement, fast. Let us to Weapon Wench’s, I require drink to clear my mind that I might think of a genius plan to get us out of this mess.” Trinculo was confused, “Uh, Weapon Wench’s? The place we just got kicked out of?” “That was weeks ago you popinjay! Surely they have forgotten by now!” Trinculo shook his head, “Master, I think we should go somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Somewhere very, very far away.” Vlad thought for a moment, “Don’t I have a son or something?” “Uh, you have many, many children, master. If you’re referring to the only one you’ve ever taken responsibility for, she’s your daughter and she lives in Knothole.” “Of course! I took responsibility for her? I must have truly loved her mother, yes? To Knothole! It is there we shall find our fortunes!” Trinculo shook his head, “Actually, you hated her. You hated her so much that you corrupted the legal system to take sole custody of your daughter out of pure spite and then sent the poor girl off to a convent. Neither of them ever forgave you.” “Ah, yes. On second thought lets not go to Knothole, it is a silly place.” At that moment, Vlad noticed a nasty, brown stain running down the front of his robe. He picked up a crumpled piece of paper off the street to wipe it off. Within seconds, he forget why he picked up the piece of paper and started to read it instead. It said something about great troubles blah blah blah and a great reward to those that fixed them. “At last! A message from the gods! We shall travel to these troubles, smite them with all my mystical might, and our own problems shall be at end as well!” Trinculo took the paper from Vlad and read it. “I don’t think we can simply smite our problems away this time. This quest is just another call to fix the problems with the Vale.” “The Vale? Didn’t I fix that crap already?” “No, master.” “Whatever, two birds with one bush, then. Fix the problems with the Vale, thus saving my own powers, cash in on the sweet reward, and be back at Weapon Wench’s by evening! That dame with the sword was one spicy ****, yes? I bet she knows her way around, if you know what I mean. Want to see my sword? It’s a two-hander. Oh, yes, yes, Vlad has been a very naughty boy.“ Trinculo shuddered, he would never be able to erase that image from his head now. “I advise we head to Manarina. That city is pretty close to the Vale itself, so it would be a good place to start.” “To Maradima! It is there we shall find our fortunes!” -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 10 2007 17:24
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Originally, my post was way, way longer. The one that's up is really the first half of it. In the next part, Vlad determines where he will go. I plan on getting in on some of that main Vale quest action that I noticed you were setting up. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 10 2007 16:22
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Vlad awoke to a group of armed priests breaking into his room a good three hours after noon. He was still a bit groggy from the night before, and was unable to resist as the priests dragged him through the halls of his own temple. By the time he had gotten his bearings, he was being thrown from the back entry to the chapel into the a rather filthy alley. He stood and brushed some of the grim off and quickly prepared a rant, "Oh, I see. So this is how it ends. You cowards are far too frightened to face me when I'm prepared so you throw me out in the middle of the night!" The group of priests quickly looked to the sky as if to be sure that it was still actually day time. It was. They shook their heads and slammed the door in Vlad's face. "I knew it was day time. I meant night metaphorically." The door did not respond. Dejected, Vlad turned to leave only to be confronted by his faithful servant, Trinculo. "Ah, come to mock me as well, eh, Lucius? Well, you can go eat the **** through, sucking **** ****** fondling **** even bastard *****." When Vlad was quite finished, Trinculo spoke up, "Uh, my name is Trinculo, master, and I haven't come to mock you. I wish to remain in your employ, free of charge." "Oh, that's a good one. And why, may I ask, would you want to do a thing like that, ingrate? No, let me guess. Confronted with a world full of greedy, self-interested blackguards, you feel the urge to do something altruistic, as if some divine force will reward your good deeds, even though it is really just to make yourself feel better about your own pathetic situation!" "Honestly, I just really hated working for the Church. You were, well, the one thing I could enjoy. You're entertaining, sir, hilarious at times. I imagine traveling with you will be well worth the trouble. And I can't help but feel you haven't the slightest knowledge of the world outside of your booze and women, so I figured I might even be able to help you to-" "Listen, Charles, I have just stumbled upon a bit of genius." Vlad moved past Trinculo, out of the alley. His faithful servant shrugged and followed. "I, the High Priest of the Church of TM-" "X-High Priest, master." "Wait, what?" "You have been relieved of your priestly duty, and banned from the Church itself forever." "This isn't my office... damn them! Do they have any idea- good, I don't need them anyway! Wilson, direct me to the nearest brothel and/or place where I can get **** off my ****." "I must advise against that, my master. And now that my conscience is satisfied, right this way." And so the duo traveled downtown, into the seediest part of the city. What city? Vlad had no idea. Eventually, they reached a noisy little hovel of a pub called Weapon Wench's. The sign had a half-naked woman on it licking a strangely shaped sword. It looked like a winner to Vlad, so they entered and the X-High Priest ordered up several rounds of the most potent liquor the place had to offer. Within an hour, Vlad was once again in his happy place, drunk beyond comprehension and completely unaware of the events unfolding around him, just how he liked it. Trinculo hoped for his master's sake that the barkeeper wouldn't ask Vlad to pay his tab any time in the next decade or so. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 10 2007 07:24
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That's the spirit! Less OOC hating, more IC hating! -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 7 2007 06:17
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quote:Interesting. You can tell Aran is from another country. Here, your average American would say "the United States is" We actually had a Civil War over this very subject. The winners were the people who said "is." -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 7 2007 06:06
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He can't help it if today's popular culture projects an impossible image of beauty. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 6 2007 15:36
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The idea for Exile/Avernum was unique with the whole cave penal colony thing, but that's all that it really has going for it. The Geneforge world on the other hand, is entirely new and fascinating. The whole concept of shapers is so different and exciting. Little things, like batons replacing bows and living tools replacing picks just gives the world its own unique feel. I love the moral questions you need to deal with and I love being able to choose who I side with rather than having it chosen for me at the start. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 6 2007 09:50
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I'm capable of multitasking, so I can join this one as well. I'm pretty versatile, so I can easily pick up an abandoned faction when it's more clear which ones are actually abandoned for sure. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 6 2007 09:47
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quote:That guy was a hack anyway. Goldenking, could you put a link to the map in the first RP post? -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 6 2007 05:07
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Name: Vladamir Vortigern Age: 51 Gender: M Height: 5'3" Weight: 119 lbs Magic: Yes, the highest levels of offensive spells, but no healing or blessing magic. Skills: Master debater, fearsome presence, skilled wizard. Occupation: High Priest of the Church of TM. Born to two wealthy parents whom he hated, Vladamir ended up in a seminary for the priesthood of the Church of Stareye at an early age. He hated it there, and when his parents died unexpectedly and left him their fortune, he left to join the Church of TM instead, where he quickly bullied and bought his way to the top. High Priest Vlad woke up at around noon on that faithful day. His servants hadn't bother to wake him, they knew better. He was supposed to give a sermon at eight that morning but there seemed no point in going to church now. Vlad stretched out and hit the gong on his side table, letting the people waiting outside know he was ready for them. Several servants entered and prepared to debrief him on the state of the land, not that he really cared that much. He had many followers, but their independent nature and hatred for authority made his role more symbolic than anything else. He disrobed while they spoke, and his servants shielded their eyes from the horrific scene like they had a thousand times before. "Go ahead, make it quick please, I have a bit of a hangover." His main servant, Trinculo, a Least, began. "Yes, well, Master High Priest, a blind sage..." at that point Vlad zoned out. He couldn't seem to remember what had happened last night. This happens a lot, especially on nights when he knows he has a lot of work to do the next day. After all, if he is going to be busy all day, why not party the night before to even it out? It makes perfect sense. "...no more magic. Ever." Vlad wasn't sure he heard that last part right, "What the ****? Hold on, hold on. Start over..." Since that day, Vlad has devoted all his resources to somehow fixing the problems with the Vale. Unfortunately, it is difficult to get anything done when the High Priest is perpetually incapacitated and his followers constantly fight amongst one another. Lucky for him, Vlad was about to get the biggest wake up call of his life. He was about to run out of money. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 6 2007 04:18
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Oh, man, this cracks me up. I have to be a part of this. Glass onion... brilliant. -------------------- You win. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 4 2007 20:33
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quote:Finally, someone else who realizes that something is missing. I like your signature as well. Too bad Barzahl died before the Trakovites existed, though. quote:Since when did the Barzites want to kill all? What separated Barzahl from Trajkov is that, as an outsider, Trajkov had to 'take' Shaper secrets, thus he was a Taker. Barzahl was already a Shaper, and thus it was his birthright to utilize Shaping to its full potential. Ghaldring has to return so he can finally be killed. I think the opening of Geneforge 5 should involve the Council being wiped out so that people we already know like Alwan end up being the real leaders of the Shapers instead of just pawns. Shaper Grimm seemed like a good candidate as well. Throw in Miranda and you got the triumvirate that Shapers tend to operate in right there. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |