Profile for Jeran Korak
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| Member number | 7557 |
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| Registered | Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 12:20
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Stand still while I murder you. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 11:43
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quote:Were exactly did it say they were in the village? -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 10:58
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quote:Read the post again. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 09:50
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I'm more wondering were Excaliber is... -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 08:15
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quote:*Draws Uzi* What's your name and social security number? -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 05:22
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Just to note: If theres anything wrong with my latest post then I'll edit it. However if it does stay, I would appriciate the saving of my character. Even if it's just a Tree broke my fall for a search party to find me. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 05:19
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Jeran was now perched at the very top of the cliff overlooking the battlefield. The wind blew his shoulder-length black hair wildly about his face as he stood, arms out-stretched, concentrating on the elements that assailed him. His lips curled backwards in a savage, primeval grin as deep within his powerful frame the ancient stirrings of darkness awoke. Dark energy coalesced at his fingertips; spreading outwards along his arm to his chest were it solidified into a ball of blackness, sucking in the light. He drew his arms inward around the ball, his hands; electrified with power spun a fine web of blue sparks around the creation then with one movement he launched it, whirling outwards towards the walls of Bunstoke. A deafening explosion rocked the already swaying walls the breaking point. The dark blast had been right on target, the mighty walls; hours away from toppling were coming down now, the blast having ignited the final sapping points and sent kinetic shockwaves through the loose foundations. Falling outwards onto the attackers whose careful timing was now proving fatal the scared white-washed walls were akin to avalanches of thundering ice. Soldiers ran every which way, hitting each other, colliding with tents and supply crates as they fought to get away from the rubble bearing down on them. Jeran laughed joyously as several soldiers carrying torches set fire to tents and equipment in their terrified rush to get out of the way. With a thud that shook the ground and set off a massive cloud of dust the walls fell on the Anama army. More then half were wiped out instantly, dozens more were killed by hurtling shrapnel or crushed under the feet of rampaging oxen and maddened shaft animals. The fatigue to great to withstand any longer, Jeran slumped forward, over the cliff. The wind whistled in his ears as he plummeted through the air towards an almost certain death… -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 21 2007 13:20
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I think the Barzites have one for Paper sheets. But I'm not sure. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 20 2007 09:40
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I am NOT in that 1% I TELL YOU! NOOOOO!!! -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 20 2007 09:35
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GoldenKing, I'm slightly disappointed in your responce. Something that can hurl a head-sized boulder with enough energy to blast a catpault apart with enough force to impale men on the wreakage meters away deserves a lot more then a few arrows. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 20 2007 04:21
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quote:[flame](Insert witty retort)[/flame] -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 13:04
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quote:Watch it young'n I lost friends in that war. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 12:59
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quote:I feel curiously insulted... -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 12:11
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Do we still do troll of the month? But seriously, there is actually some sneaky evidence lying around that coinnects Avernum to Geneforge. No really I mean it. I'm not joking. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 08:16
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There are no changes to the sequence of events that defeat Rentar in A3, apart from a few trivialities. You still had to vist each corner in both games. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 07:50
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Jeran perched easily on the cliff wall, staring out at the siege of Bunstoke. He was about halfway up the cliff, a good way above the walls of Bunstoke and in the perfect position to observe what was going on below. His attention had been drawn by the catapults and other assorted siege devices that had been brought up to pound the walls. Turning away from the scene below he retreated to the crevice in which he had set up camp. A few meters deep and about his height it was the perfect hiding place, one that Jeran had used to the full in the past few hours. Jeran could be called many things. rash was not one of them, impulsive maybe, but not rash. Alone he knew there was little he could do against the enemy. He could probably hack his way through a small cohort of peons before being overwhelmed and a few fireballs would probably wipe out an entire legion if they stood still long enough, yet in the end he would go down in a glorious, but futile last stand. He picked up Ravvijac, reverentially checking the great weapon’s bindings and perfectly oiled blade for the thousandth time that day. As a Weapon-Master Jeran’s bond with the magical blade was more then craftsman and tool. It was to him what a matchbox was to a rabid pyromaniac; the fruit of existence. He was camouflaged against the cliffs of the maze. His armour reflected or absorbed light, being coloured in shiniest obsidian, yet a determined eye or—god forbid, a magical probe—could probably still detect him. Emerging out from his lair in the rock face he surveyed the general surroundings. He knew that the best way to damage his enemy was destroy their equipment. And the loose boulders around the cliffs were perfect for the task. He relaxed, turning his mind within himself, seeking out the tell-tale blue aura that always surrounded latent magic. He found it, glowing faintly in his virtual-vision. Within the confines of his mind, time passed slowly, the process that was taking maybe a minute inside his own head would be complete in less then a second in real-time. Having hooked the magic on the line of his thoughts he sent it along the passages of his body, through his arms. Now that he had established a link he opened his eyes again. Running “hot” like this was the equivalent of a warm bath, every muscle felt relaxed as the energy ran over them, his brain, not knowing exactly how to react to such an odd sensation went with the flow and produced a sensation of relaxation and courage. Now Jeran had a grip on the power, he sent it down his fingers which lit up in a powerful blue aura, his target was a large roundish boulder a few meters away. Overriding the natural human instincts of impossibility at the task he sent the magic outwards, catching the object in a mesh of blue sparks. Without pausing Jeran plucked it from the ground, imbued it with a truly lethal amount of energy then hurled it towards the camp. A whale landed on his chest, the sun was turned off at the mains and the stars came out. He woke up. He must have been unconscious for only a few seconds, h cursed himself. He had obviously put to much energy into the spell; using innate magic was the same as any other exercise. You could not lift something with magic any easier then lifting it with muscle. Except with magic you could put a lot more flexibility into that virtual muscle, allowing you to lift something you could never lift with physical prowess alone. Naturally, that ran the risk of your brain ending up in your boots exploring the pores of your toes. He climbed shakily to his feet, feeling like he had just been hit by a very large lead hammer he shambled to the edge of the precipice and looked down. The camp was in uproar, the missile had struck the main catapult with enough force to send spars through tents to impale men inside. Knowing it would be minutes before they realised what truly had happened Jeran lumbered blearily back into the cave, grabbing his belongings and slinging them over his shoulder began to climb the cliff. He thanked his unnatural agility for not being to badly effected by the errant discharge. -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 04:55
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quote:FYT -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 17 2007 14:07
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quote:I wouldn't mind that. Just so long as the reason you actually shattered the object was valid and I had clearly defined the nature of the events. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 17 2007 10:56
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I'm in. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 16 2007 13:47
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quote:Whats new about today then? Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 16 2007 06:16
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Jeran sat for a moment, considering the situation. Magic was dying, no-one knew why. That had him screwed pretty well. It was alright for the simpering pansies they called mages in these parts but if magic went he would most likely go with it, probably in a form along the lines of a small pile of dust. Interestingly enough, at this point he actually felt better magic-wise then he had in years. “Tell me” he asked “What exactly is it you want me to do?” “Magic is fading” the Lich stated simply. “My magic is fading, no-one knows why. I want to know, you want to know” “Personally I feel great” Jeran said, finishing off the last on his plate. He stood up, taking his weapon from were it lay. Dazzle inclined his skull at the mysterious weapon in mild interest. “I have never seen such a blade as yours wanderer” he said tactfully “Were did you acquire it from?” Jeran thought about it for a second, then gently slipped the blade from its scabbard. It was a mysterious mix of designs, the blade being the traditional length, starting off straight for the first foot or so then attaining a moderate curve outwards without changing thickness. It gave the weapon a truly horrific damage potential when loaded with centrifugal force yet probably made quite a reasonable weapon when used on personal combat. “I forged it” Jeran said, coming to a decision. “I know not what metal it is, I stole it from the Anama, they were going to destroy it. Them and their cursed purity factories.” “Interesting” said Dazzle “The metal would have to be much stronger then steel yet more workable to avoid shattering from the stress placed along the lower curve” “I was trained as a smith by my foster parents” Jeran explained, feeling considerably more at ease with the odd being after a decent meal and conversation at something he was good at. “Foster?” Inquired Dazzle. “My parents abandoned me because of my colouring” He indicated his face which was as blue as his arms and legs. There was no sorrow in his tone. “Have you ever discovered why your pallor is as it is?” “Never. All I know is I have aptitude in magic and I can fight like no other” Dazzle considered the odd creature. His voice had been full of pride when he had mentioned his skill, and Dazzle’s ancient senses could tell the man was brimming with at least enough magic as any reasonably trained wizard. Yet this made no sense, living Wizards had a talent to manipulate magic and had to memorize their spells before they could use them. But only Lich and other magically created beings could actually store raw, untamed magic within their own structure. Yet this human had such ability. Dazzle was intrigued, yet would not forget the mission at hand. “I still await your answer” he said, letting a tiny hardness seep into his tone. “I won’t help the Anama. They can never accept me, I’m just as perceptive as you here Dazzle, I know what I am, at least in a basic sense. I’m a mutant, an anomaly; possibly even a demon and frankly at this point I don’t give a damn. The Anama would like nothing better then to render me down to base elements and file my remains away in a jar marked “Unknown Sample” I’m not helping them” Dazzle was vaguely impressed by this tirade. He brought himself up to his fully height, which was still slightly shorter then his guest. “I understand your feelings friend” He said in his not-voice “I have no love for the priesthood; they seek me in my castle to destroy me. As do all their mad crusaders, no. The Anama are not the way” “Then what?” The lich turned to the wall. Jeran watched with interest as the lich summoned the essence of water in preparation for a spell. He watched as the sphere of magical energy expanded and melded with the creatures spells; finally augmenting into a scrying pool. “Watch” Dazzle said. Jeran moved closer, watching as tiny motes of light danced their way across the surface of the summoning, seeking their target. Finally an image resolved itself from the ripples. “Bunstoke!” Jeran gasped. “It is under attack. By the Anama” Dazzle hissed. Jeran watched as a sea of military tents came into view. The walls of Bunstoke were visibly scared from the heavy bombardment by the Anama catapults. He saw blessed boulders hurtle through the air to strike the outer turret and explode in huge gouts of holy energy. On the wall a pathetic knot of defenders fired arrows down into the mass. “That was some time ago” Said Dazzle, turning back to him. “By now they will be firmly entrenched into a siege, if you wish to help I will not stand in your way” “I will help them” Jeran said simply. Dazzle noticed a fire in the mans dark eyes that had not been there before. “I would expect nothing less, however there is the problem of exactly what to do afterwards” “I don’t care, I’ll help the people of Bunstoke how I can, I can use fire to burn their tents, invisibility to assassinate their priests and my sword to slay their troops” “But what of the time after? Even if Bunstoke is saved the Anama are unlikely to give up so easily” “That’s my concern. Not yours. You can help us if you wish, but I wouldn’t blame you if you stayed out of this” Jeran said, his voice calmer now his Sword was back in place about his shoulders. Dazzle sighed. There was nothing much he could do if the human decided to leave. “I will think upon what you have said human. In the meantime I will entail one of my shades to escort you from this castle to the exit of the maze on the road back to Bunstoke” he said. “That’ll be enough, I depart at once” Without a backward glance Jeran strode from the hall, leaving a slightly miffed lich and a plateful of leftovers. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 13:29
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quote:I forgot the Extra Melee Damage: Slashing and Ability Bonus: (All) 4. -------------------- 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 Saturday, December 15 2007 11:05
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Whats a reaper disk? -------------------- 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 Saturday, December 15 2007 08:44
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Exile IS an '80 game. Well, almost. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 15 2007 08:42
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quote:About 256 per hit if you'd like to become an interactive observer. -------------------- Jeran Korak-Half-Drow You insult me, you insult my sword! Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
