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| Deathmatch Tournament -- Round Two, Part One in General | |
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written Tuesday, January 15 2008 08:22
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I wonder if I could join another deathmatch when it appears.... -------------------- *Eyes potential targets* Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 14 2008 13:11
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quote:You want a go little man? And I would vote for Homeland. That game gets to much slagging. -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
| Episode 4: Spiderweb Reloaded. Something like that anyway. in General | |
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written Monday, January 14 2008 11:03
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I never understood the Deathmatch. Just what is required to enter? Are your skills just made up or something? -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow You insult me, you insult my sword! Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
| Exodus sequel? in Blades of Avernum | |
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written Monday, January 14 2008 09:34
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Exodus on first play-through (god party) blew me away, it was the best thing since sliced bread, you just could not pull yourself away from the keyboard lest you miss what happens next. On second playthrough things become slightly tirsome. My 42 was my last. I'm serious! I do want a sequal, but with more Bahz and less Exodus in it. -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 14 2008 09:29
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(edited out for content) [ Monday, January 14, 2008 14:55: Message edited by: *i ] -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow You insult me, you insult my sword! Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 13 2008 14:15
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I am an important member of this board! Well I was an important member of A board. Well actually I once helped hammer some nails INTO a board, so why don't I have a part!???? -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow You insult me, you insult my sword! Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 13 2008 12:59
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This is such utter [censored] [censored] and [censored] AH-HA Officer! This is a FORUM not a bar! Wait!? What do you mean "theres no differance! [censored] -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
| The Vale RP in General | |
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written Sunday, January 13 2008 11:13
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Across the room Jeran was fighting against two of the creatures all by himself. The sword swung in flaring arcs, slicing dark skin from the creatures with every move, yet they pressed in on him, their hides sizzling with magic and eyes burning with hatred as they pressed him backwards against the wall. A claw shot out, Jeran dodged as it sheered an impressive section of the wall away with it. Knowing he could never match the strength of these beasts he directed an intense magical light into their glaring eyes and ducked out from between their legs in an unearthly display of agility. The sword came round with a speed that would have left sound gasping and given lightning a nasty shock, removing the head of one of the beasts at the shoulders. The other whirled around with equal speed, bulling into him. The Mithril armour reacted to the touch in a fountain of sparks as Jeran felt himself lifted like a rag doll and hurled against the wall. Through a haze of dark mist he saw as if in slow motion the beast raising a claw over its head, leering at him with its horrible approximation of a mouth. He heard the shout of Ivanhoe, a waterfall of noise that cascaded gently down the drop of his perceptions to land with almost pathetic impact on his failing senses. The blow did not even hurt, there was just suddenly a feeling of emptiness in his lungs parted company with his chest, the creature’s blow shearing through the Mithril plate like a knife through melted butter. He lay there, dark blood slowly leaking from his ruined chest. He felt no pain, his spine having been broken by the first impact, thoughts still passed through his brain, everything was motionless and hazy, time passed like a glacier slowly grinding its way across the landscape towards the sea. From a long way off he thought he could hear music, slow and melodic music. He floated on a wall of warm air, his body seemingly a long way off in a land of shimmering lights and shouts akin the frost scratching against glass on a winter’s eve. Is this the second life? he thought blearily. No said a voice. This is home Home? He asked without words. Yes The voice told him Now fulfil your destiny, child of shadow “Wait!” He cried out, his voice echoing in the nothingness “Who are you? What am I? Why have you brought me here!?” We are For the third time in as many days the world imploded. Pain exploded in his chest as consciousness returned in a whirlwind of raw sensation most of it painful, all of it unwanted. He was still of his back, but the creature was above him again it’s claw raised to deliver the death stroke. Jeran threw himself out of the way as the creature fell upon him with all the force in its magical frame. Scrambling upright with a speed born of pure desperation Jeran struck downward with his sword, cleaving the creature in two. It exploded into particles of dark energy and then faded away into nothingness. -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
| OOC: The Vale RP - II in General | |
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written Sunday, January 13 2008 10:47
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My turn to post. -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
| OOC: The Vale RP - II in General | |
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written Sunday, January 13 2008 04:00
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Can I post? EDIT: Or rather, is there anything I should know? Such as: What Themis has to say. [ Sunday, January 13, 2008 04:01: Message edited by: Jeran Korak ] -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
| The Vale RP in General | |
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written Saturday, January 12 2008 12:07
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The illusion over the temple had been designed perfectly. The instant anything it was not specifically programmed to ignore entered the field the trap was sprung and anything within was blasted into unconsciousness. Over the centuries however the magic had faded to the point were it was not quite strong enough to render such a large body of hostiles incapacitated. It could however still cause serious hallucinations. The humans were all suffering the effects; some were lying on the ground screaming while others were wandering around in a daze, The worshippers of Iffy were no-were to be seen, while Themis was waving his sword around and shouting “DIE NOOBS!” repeatedly while falling over. Jeran on the other hand was different. The power of the Creator sang within him as he stepped forward off the ship, his eyes clamped shut as the army of demonic creatures and screaming harpies flew at him from all directions. The screams of his parents rang in his ears, their skin flayed with whips and their throats filled with molten lead. A horde of baying hell-hounds chased him across a bridge over a sea of waking monstrosities as Ahonar hovered above, his face twisted in an unearthly screaming laugh as he conjured incomprehensible tortures and sent them at Jeran’s horrifically mutilated form while the souls of those he had killed howled their obscenities through time and space to strike him like hammer-blows. Through all this one word burned before his eyes like a miniature super-nova. Mine! His mind, his thoughts, his magic, his alone, no-one would ever control him. He would not give in to these magic tricks and pathetic illusions whispering lies from beyond the grave. He would not allow magic to die; he would not allow his friends to fall. He would go on, he would survive. With an effort of will that could only be measured in terms of the speed of light he reached out through the screaming void to the point were it was greatest then simply wished it away. The ground rocked as an explosion of magic in the range of megatons tore through the temple, anything standing was knocked down, the sky-ship was torn from the ground as the blast-wave slammed into it. The hull withstood the explosion, but the masts were snapped like match-wood and the sails vaporized. After what seemed like an age the assault ended, the power reserve of the temple acting like a giant blowing fuse, preventing any damage to the structure itself, but sending the energy outwards were in theory it could do no further harm. Jeran opened his eyes and got a lot of sand in them. He clawed his way out of the clinging substance until his head broke the surface. Around him heads were appearing from the desert, the expedition having been covered by it as the magical wind roared over them. Struggling upright Jeran staggered over to were Ivanhoe’s hand was clawing at the air, helping the oxygen-starved man out of his would-be tomb. “Gentlemen” He gasped “The way is clear” And fainted. -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 12 2008 11:33
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My turn to post. And if ANYONE disagrees with what happens within I will personally remove their heads. -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 12 2008 10:07
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Gee, thanks for ruining it. -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 12 2008 06:18
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I'm afraid I'm forced to drop out of this at least until further notice. A large number of things have come up RL and I just don't have time to read everything and intergrate it with my own line. The Vale RP is about all I can accomplish at the moment. -------------------- *Eyes potential targets* Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, January 12 2008 04:34
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Randomizer. Your most recent posts raises hairs on the back of my neck that remember some of the "Suddenly they died" posts in my days as an X-Universe RP'er. Could please explain in simple laungage How the HELL you did that -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 11 2008 10:28
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Why can't this just DIE!!!! -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 11 2008 06:31
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I'm undecided as to whether this is a flame fest, a debate or an orgy. Needless to say, after this post I am obviously going to find out. -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, January 11 2008 02:57
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@Aran: Leave the guy alone @Iffy: Take a name, any name, just take one! @Randomizer: You still in this? -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, January 10 2008 08:49
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The wind sang in his ears as his body looped its way through the rigging. Jeran laughed aloud as the sensation of true freedom coursed through him. At the end of the ark, he let go of the rope and let himself soar through the air until he landed with perfect poise on the decking below him. He had been non to trusting when the remnants of Ahonar’s expedition had turned up, however in the end he had let his feelings down and stepped aboard the magnificent edifice, he hadn’t regretted it for a second. He noticed the peculiar creature standing a few meters away, staring at him with mixed admiration and questioning. Jeran felt a slight kinship with It, being unique in his own right he knew what it was like to be different, even if different in It’s case had to have something to do with a god of baked goods. Jeran hated the worshippers of Iffy, they were so blindly cheerful and annoying he could have happily butchered the lot just to make sure he was not turning pacifist. But still… He walked over to the creature; it did not attempt to retreat from his presence, merely continuing to stare in a mute fascination. “What’s your name?” Jeran inquired, leaning over the railing and letting his shoulder-length hair fly about his face from the breeze. “Er….I don’t have one” Said It, looking slightly embarrassed. “Come on, someone must have called you something in your life” “Erm, Ahonar did call me by the name of…Themis, when he was travelling to the chapel aboard this ship” “A good name” coincided Jeran, letting the mention of Ahonar slide “So tell me ‘Themis’, what are you?” “I was created by the god Iffy as a ‘prototype’ human. I was considered unsuccessful so I got sealed inside the earth until just a few weeks ago, trust Iffy to bungle such a thing up” “How’d you escape?” “The earth? I don’t really know” Said It, sounding slightly perplexed “I just sort of…dug” “Sounds rather like my story” Said Jeran wistfully, old memories returning to his brain like the stabs of a freezing knife “I don’t know what I am, I don’t even have a story like you do, I was just born this way” “Do you like what you are?” Inquired Themis “Yes” Said Jeran magnanimously “I wouldn’t trade my life for the world. I’m stronger, faster and hardier then normal humans and I would not trade that for anything. I have not even aged yet. Maybe I’m a demon from the sorrows of Nylad, maybe I’m the last survivor of an ancient race older then the gods even, I might even be the earth’s answer to Ahonar’s murdering of the Vale, all I know is I’m special and no man, not even the creator himself will ever control my destiny” Themis stood in silence for a minute or two after the speech ended then he said: “What if your destiny is to have no destiny?” Jeran was surprised and shocked by the creature’s thinking, he had never thought of it that way. It both frightened and excited him. “I…never thought that way” he muttered, turning away from the rail he strode away to the opposite side of the ship, ignoring Themis, lost in his own thoughts. He felt the power of the creator in his mind, like a cat, watching him from inside his own mind. Yet he accepted it, knowing that whatever incomprehensible intelligence that governed it meant him no harm. He looked down at his bare arms (He had opted to store his armour until time called upon it again), they were somehow of a darker hue then when last he had looked. Now seeming more like the colour of ebony then the deep blue they had been before. He had also noticed his eyesight altering, becoming more attuned to the magic he held within him. It was easier to change perceptions and mental probes were almost effortless. It was almost as if he was changing, becoming stronger. He could think of any number of reasons this was happening, from influence of the creator’s magic to his species form of puberty, gods only knew how long his true life-span was. Whatever the cause he now felt more alive then he had done in years, and he loved it. -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, January 10 2008 08:18
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I'm posting next, unless anyone has something lined up. I hope you won't mind this minor godmod to your character Iffy, as I certainly do not intend to make It look stupid like certain others :P -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, January 10 2008 08:11
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Have you noticed how he happens to cause disruption on the forums even after being banned? -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 9 2008 13:23
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A deadly duo prehaps? -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 9 2008 10:36
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Any better? -------------------- *Eyes potential targets* Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 9 2008 08:18
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Crap! I have had WAY to much D&D recently. Consider the post not only edited but washed out with soap and disinfectant. -------------------- *Eyes potential targets* Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 9 2008 08:10
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Can somebody please explain to me in small words how a two-line post by a member with frankly qustionable forum status turned into this mutant thingimagin? -------------------- "Fear that which mortality has rejected" -Galvin Magnus Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |