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Last Will and Testament of Slartifer M. Tuckersworth in General
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Au revoir, mon ami. I must admit, I was kind of harboring some hope for a continuation of Slarty vs. Desk, and was disappointed to see it hadn't changed in my rather long absence. I wish you luck with whatever you do, mainly because I consider having enough free time to come back to Spiderweb 'lucky'.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
Dinosaurs Are Alive in General
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Why do you think he means that?...

I think the elephant explanation of the Loch Ness Monster is even less credible than the monster itself, but hey, I'm not going to completely discount the idea that some sort of holdover from the dinosaur era exists in Loch Ness (or the ocean or wherever). What I want to know is this: how did Europeans and Asians come up with such similar mythological beasts? Japanese dragons and European dragons may be completely different characteristically, but visually they're quite similar. Anyone know anything about the origins of both myths?

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
The Mountain of Shadows RP in General
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Damnit. Lisha cursed herself for her carelessness. Of course none but the demon could possibly have heard her - she'd been trained far too well for that - but if he'd heard her, it must've been the taint that had allowed it. Which meant Orloki could probably hear them too. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head slightly. Control yourself, she thought. She caught Melora's gaze and signalled to her; she'd been trained in the more common forms of physical communication, but couldn't recall which one an elf would be most likely to use. Finally Melora's eyes lit up at a common Eastern gesture, and Lisha quickly signalled, He can hear us. She nodded in the Curator's direction, and hoped Melora understood.

OOC: Ephesos, you must understand, we basically assume you are a druid, and are probably quite a bit like Sequoia. I've made the same mistake myself. =p

Nazgul, if the walls can close in two feet in that short a time (multiply that by two for two walls), the gallery may well have ceased to exist by the time the party finds Orloki, let alone defeats him. If you intend to force Cain across the rune barrier, fine, but I'm just letting you know. Also, I don't think the moving stone passages and the icy walls are the same substance...

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
The Mountain of Shadows RP in General
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Profile #558
"Fled!" Tuulentekija spat. "We can still catch it. Will you let it find its way back to its master?" Holding his head, he took a shaky step toward the stair. He tried to take another when a gloved hand fell on his shoulder.

"Fool," Lisha hissed. "Provoking the emissary. Leave the lich to itself - we're here for the demon."

Melora spoke. "If the servant has such power within it, should we allow it to accompany its master if Orloki attacks us?"

"No. You are right. And it is true, too, that we cannot fight Orloki on his own terms. If he shall come to us, we must get to him first."

"No." This time it was Cain who spoke; Lisha looked over at him, surprised. "Do you see that line?" Melora nodded; she'd already noticed it. "Orloki wants a physical being of great power, power such as I've taken from him, to come to him and free him, because he cannot come to us. Do you see? I am his key."

All fell silent, acutely aware of the demon's presence. The icy walls, which had seemed so vast and unreachable at first, now pressed in like those of a crypt. Without a word, Lisha padded over to the runes.

I cannot allow Orloki's essence in the demon's form.

She crouched low, poised like a tracker, and peered at the bars of her nemesis' cage.

But after... I cannot trust Cain.

She moved slowly along the line, avoiding it, knowing that crossing it would likely have no consequence but unwilling to give the others that idea. What was Sequoia doing? She saw him standing strong, tall, watching her every movement but obviously focused on something else. Probably the mountain.

The mountain.

Cain could not defeat Orloki with Orloki's own strength. The strength of the drow rested in an area similar to that of Orloki. Neither man nor woman could defeat such a creature, of that she was becoming sure; even if all went against Orloki's plan, he could resort to crushing them all between walls of stone. Finally convinced that the runes were safe for all but perhaps Cain to cross, she rose and went swiftly to Sequoia.

"You have used the power of the mountain," Lisha breathed. "Is it still strong here?"

He hesistated, then nodded.

"Stronger than Orloki?"

He shrugged. "I am not."

"What if he is distracted?"

The druid's eyes, which were still fixed on the runes, suddenly locked with hers. "How?"

"What if..." She leaned in. "What if we bring him Cain?"

He grabbed her arm. The others, who'd been lost in their own thoughts, noticed the motion and began to take interest. Seeing this, Lisha turned so Sequoia's back was to them.

"Bring him Cain? Have you lost your mind? Did Cain not just call himself Orloki's way out?"

"Use - work with the mountain. Brother, you - we must all make sacrifices. Cain is lost." She indicated the cave. "Cain is like the ice - strong, incredibly strong, incredibly powerful, maybe, but without Orloki's power, Cain, like the ice, will melt." And release what is within, but there's no use bringing that up. "He is lost, and it's too late to save him. But we can use him."

Sequoia gave her a look of scorn and disgust and backed away. Her breath caught in her throat. For the first time since... since the throne room, so long ago, when the Grand Master had (as she believed) exiled her to the frigid, freezing forests of the north, she felt less than completely in control of herself. She wanted to take him, make him stop looking at her, make him nod and smile and tell her she was right, Orloki's destruction was more important than Cain's salvation, he and the Mountain of Shadows would do what her Master required of her, tell her she wouldn't fail, she'd take all she could and leave none behind, not even... but instead he turned away, turned back to Melora, and her heart sank into her stomach as her last hope strode away.

The look in his eyes stayed with her and suddenly she knew she'd do anything to make it go away, anything at all, but her hands stayed limp at her sides and her knives sat securely in their places. She stood staring at his back and couldn't close her eyes until a voice said, "We'll stay here. Let him come to us" and she hid her face and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering uncontrollably.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
The Mountain of Shadows RP in General
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Member # 919
Profile #556
FF, if you're going to post an IC, just do it. I'd like to write an IC of my own right now, and I'm not going to wait for "and IC if no-one has anything against it." If you've got one partially written and you want to post before I do, please let me know very soon.

It's great to see this on the road again... nice job, Ephesos. Also, I have no problem with Dintiradan's character; it fits in well enough, and it's well-conceived. That said, I think we are about ready for the "final showdown," but don't let that discourage you - the character may still prove relevant, and the RP won't end with the showdown, anyway - trust me on that.

I supppose this is a placemarker for an IC unless FF gets to it first.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
An RP in the World of Avernum *Reloaded* in General
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Profile #252
Talyn entered the cave trembling, staring hard at the hole in the boot around his left toe. He'd weathered the wrath of Anthros before, but it wasn't a particularly encouraging prospect, nonetheless. Finally he stood before the dragon and cleared his throat.

"Talyn, look at me."

The man did so, all the while wishing he believed in gods again - one's self is difficult to pray to when it is literally shaking in its shoes.

He looked into the eyes of the dragon - and saw almost perfect serenity. Startled, he jumped.

"Talyn, there will always be times to fear me. This is not one of them. What did we lose in Mertis?"

"Uh... you, um... we lost - well, not really, but - um..."

The dragon clicked his claws together impatiently.

"...well, mostly goods, I suppose. Many Anthronites were in the Lair at the time - some sort of celebration - and the rest figured out or were told what was going on quickly enough to avoid the stampede. By the time the undead had taken the city, everyone of importance was out. Well, except Gabriel, who refused to leave his mother to the undead."

"Ah... Gabriel. Well, that's not so bad then, is it?"

Talyn was grinning idiotically. "No, sir."

"No, sir. Right. So what do we plan to do about it?"

The smile faded. "What can we do, sir? We can't risk the mages, and -"

"No, certainly not."

"-and I think the men are still too shaken to do anything of worth."

A tendril of smoke drifted from the dragon's nostrils.

"Perhaps if we contacted the slith-"

"No. This is not their battle. Restrict yourself to the Athronites."

"Then what can we do? There were thousands, sir, coming from all directions, and-"

"I know," Anthros said quietly. "I watched it."

"Then what are we to do?"

Anthros fell silent. Talyn waited, patiently, as he knew was expected of him, but he found it hard to think himself - he'd been in Mertis, evacuating good and people as quietly as possible, and still remembered the stench that pervaded the Mertis cave area. Hordes and hordes of undead flesh, unstopping, unthinking, un-

"I have been watching the surface," Anthros said suddenly, cutting into his thoughts. "There is a cult, I believe Ella told you of it, called the Order of Krell. It is a brotherhood of earth-worshippers, but somehow they have developed a method of destroying the force that maintains the undead. I will send an envoy mainly of the slithzerikai and the nephilim to the surface; perhaps they will take pity and send a priest or two."

Talyn frowned. "Krell? But won't that take days? Weeks?"

"In the meantime, you will spy on the Mertis area and attempt to discover the source of this infestation."

"Me?"

"Not you, personally. You are too valuable. Send a nephil. Send Rehar, and allow him to take assistance, if he needs it, but as little as possible."

"And if Krell refuses?"

"Rehar will make our path clear."

Talyn nodded nervously. His master knew more of the art of scrying than perhaps any other creature below Ermarian; if he wanted to see something, he'd take a look himself. To be forced to send a scout... whatever was behind this infestation was powerful, and it wasn't about to show itself.

"And while we are waiting, Talyn, you can organize a few more envoys. I will dictate the letters now." Talyn automatically want to the dragon's desk, a ridiculous twig of a thing compared to the rest of the cave, and found a passable piece of parchment. "One to Krell," the dragon continued, "one to this pretentious King of Avernum, another to Fort Dolthar, and - yes, prepare one for the Vahnatai. If those parasites insist on reentering the caves, they can damn well do their part in defending them."

Talyn smiled. Anthros' contempt of Vahnatai isolation was legendary to those who knew him, but it just might help Mertis. Suddenly, a thought struck him.

"Sir, where will Mertis' living residents go? The cave is teeming with Athronites, and there are still some outside of the Ascendancy living in the Honeycomb. It's not safe for us or for them."

"Fool! What better time to bring them in than now? Let there be no one outside of the Ascendancy in the Honeycomb. And send them..." The dragon's eyes lit up. "Has that dead end been cleared yet? Establish a camp there. Teach them to fight, and make sure they can defend themselves if necessary." A puff of smoke escaped his mouth. "If Krell refuses, we'll take Mertis back ourselves. Do you have a quill?"

The dragon began dictating without waiting for an answer.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
Indian Doctor Jailed For Agreeing To Abort Female Fetus in General
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I am rather astounded by the inability of much of the pro-choice movement to understand what Ash just said. It's quite simple: if it has 46 human chromosomes (or 47, but let's deal with non-mutants for the moment), it is a human cell. If every one of such cells in an organism is killed, a human life has been extinguished. Notice I'm not saying that God kills a kitten every time you jack off - 23 != 46 - but in truth, the only real reason it's ok to kill a fetus and not a baby is that you can't see the fetus' cute little face.

Religion has nothing to do with this. 46 = human, death of organism containing 46 = murder (or infanticide in this case). It's simple as that. Call me an ignorant, relion-imposin' fundie if it makes you feel better, but that's the way it lies.

EDIT: When it comes to being given a legal choice whether or not to kill an innocent child before it sees the light of day for the crime of its father, Aran, I am perfectly willing to label myself anti-choice.

[ Wednesday, April 05, 2006 00:41: Message edited by: Sir David ]

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
OoC Thread for "An RP in the World of Avernum... *Reloaded*" in General
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That's fine, Tyran, and it'll give me some early contact, anyway. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't part of something I'd missed, because that would probably lead to stupid mistakes on my part.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
Avernum RP Summaries in General
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Faction: Athron's Ascendancy (AA, or Athronites)

Characters Introduced:
Anthros: Dragon of Athron's brood, grew sick of the surface and inconspicuously fled to his mother's old lair. Puppetmaster of the Ascendancy. Interested in power over money, knowledge over wisdom; he is, after all, a young dragon.
Talyn: Anthros' mouthpiece and leader of the caves. Serves as figurehead, puppet, advisor and organizer of fine details.
Sitha: Talyn's Slith mouthpiece and emissary. Helps Talyn lead the caves.
Ella: Leader of the surface division of the Ascendancy. Born and raised in the Empire, travelled to Avernum out of restlessness and was in the company of Talyn at the fall of civilization. Returned more for Anthros' sake than her own.

Who We Are in Contact With: No faction is meant to know about the Ascendancy, which operates largely in the shadows, although much of the town of Mertis, before its destruction, knew of the Ascendancy.

Where We Are and Are Not Likely to Appear: Members of the Ascendancy are all over Avernum and can be found in or near all areas of the surface, but Athron's Lair is undoubtably the best place to find Athronites. Mertis, too, was a center of the Ascendancy, but that, obviously, is no longer the case.

Post 1: Introduction. Mertis merchant robbed of crystal.

[ Sunday, April 02, 2006 13:22: Message edited by: Sir David ]

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
OoC Thread for "An RP in the World of Avernum... *Reloaded*" in General
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Tyran: Where did this undead infestation in the Mertis/ToM area come from? I don't see any specific references by Sarachim or Infernal...

Also, is there any set rule in effect as to when people are allowed to post? I've already posted today, of course, but since I've had to set that IC back a day or two from when it was intended, it would help to post again before I get too far behind...

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
An RP in the World of Avernum *Reloaded* in General
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The town of Mertis* had been founded purely out of necessity; it was, after all, one of the closer towns to that which had once been the launching point for the outcasts of the Empire. After several hundred years and something of a population explosion in the Caves, it was a city to rival the best of them; merchants came from as far as Dharmon to sell their wares and, for those interested, to familiarize themselves with the news of the surface. The turmoil throughout Ermarian served only to increase the traffic through the city; it was regarded as one of the more stable areas in the caves in spite of the desolation to the south. If there's one thing a true merchant loves, it's stability, and so, rather like a herd of cows to greener pastures, the merchants of Avernum had flocked to Mertis and, rather like birds on the back of a rhinoceros, adamantly refused to leave.

A young man leaned against a moldering wall, plucking at a small stringed instrument and humming softly to himself. It wasn't the sort of wall that one could trust to stand for any more than a minute or two at best, but then, he didn't plan on staying. A leathery cap sat rakishly forward on his head concealing long, tangled hair, and hiding his face in shadows deeper than those normally found in the torch- and fungus-lit market. The constantly moving throng on the street passed by him as if he weren't there. He stilled the strings with a finger, blinked, shifted his weight, and settled back cautiously against the wall, sliding back into the cheerful melody where he'd left off.

The stream of buyers and sellers passing him by eddied for a moment, then slowed to a trickle as a large, lavishly dressed man strode from a shop door and made his way conspicuously down the lane. A gleam shone from beneath the musician's battered leather brim; the wall creaked as he pushed off into the street, strings resounding, a joyous tune suddenly coming forth from his pursed lips. The merchant strode behind him, projecting an air of obliviousness to the raffish noise ahead. The musician walked with a bounce in his step, smiling for all the world to see. Passing a narrow street, he turned into the building on the corner and went in, just inside the doorway. He counted to twenty, then looked around the corner into the street; the merchant had indeed turned and was looking contented as a cat. The cart, he saw, was in place. The musician smiled and continued on his way. No intervention necessary.

The merchant hid his purse deeper within his cloaks and strode down the middle of the crowded street. A disturbance caught his attention, and he watched a group of yelling, sweaty men drive a lizard cart directly toward him. He turned up his nose and stepped to the left; the cart shifted, and he dove to the right instead. The lead man saw him, struck the lead lizard, and all hell broke loose - the poorly trained beast, straining against his leather straps, tried to bite the man's hand; the other lizards, perturbed, started and spilled crates and crates from the cart, crates that struck the ground and turned out to be empty, the merchant noticed; the other men, reaching for the crates as they fell, stumbled against the suddenly lightened cart and toppled it so that it was against the wall of a building, lying directly against the dark alleyway that the merchant, to avoid being crushed, had been forced to duck into.

Shaking with a mixture of fear and rage, adrenaline running through his veins, the merchant began straining against the cart, shoving with all his strength against the sudden wall that had closed him in where he'd rather not be. Oddly enough, it didn't budge; he could feel force against it on the other other side. The merchant heard footsteps behind him and turned, and his world erupted in pain, then faded to white, then, finally, to black. The still form was dragged into a nearby shelter by a group of men in simple tunics, one of who, was whistling the melody the musician had begun.

Several minutes later a horse left the city gates at a gallop; the guards didn't bother to stop its rider, or check the purse bouncing at his hip.

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"I've got it."

"What?"

"What Talyn asked for."

"Oh. He's keeping that a secret."

"Regardless, I must-"

"Yes, of course, I apologize. Continue."

The horseman nodded, looked over his shoulder to make sure the animal was being properly cared for, and looked back in time to avoid the low-hanging stone of the side entrance. He smiled a greeting at the guards and found his way through the busy passage, deeper into the cave, looking for the tapestry that marked his destination. He found it and went it.

"Yes?"

The horseman bowed slightly and walked on carved stone to the desk by the roughhewn wall. "It's in here," he said, holding forth the pouch, "along with what must be this week's earnings."

"Ah. Very good." The man stood, took the pouch, and reached inside. He was a short man with skin the color of parchment, but was strong as a slith, as the horseman could see all the more clearly through the pale skin and the leather jerkin. They stood silent for a few seconds.

"Sir. Um. Talyn."

The short man started. "Oh. Right." He drew a coin from the pouch, looked at it, drew another, tested it with his teeth, then handed both to the horseman. "You've done well. Remind your associates, if you see them, that they will be paid here, and not in Mertis any longer, and will have to come in person if they wish to be rewarded. And Grant?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Do not call me 'sir.' I am Talyn. You are free to go."

"Yes, Talyn." Grant left to find a friend and a drink; it had been a hard day, and anyway, the horse needed rest. Talyn followed him out, leaving the office cave unguarded. In Athron's Lair, there was no such thing as theft. Talyn made his way to the back of the cave, ambiguously referred to as the Nest, looked around, and went in.

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A hushed leathery rustling accompanied soft footfalls as Anthros looked up from his dirt pit. He turned to face forward, taking care not to disturb the diagram he'd drawn.

"Talyn." It was half question, half statement.

"Yes, it is I."

"Have they found the crystal?"

"It was just delivered to me in the company of the fat merchant's bag of gold."

Anthros snorted. A puff of smoke drifted from his nostrils. "Take what you need to keep them happy. Put the rest on the pile," he said, indicating the gold in the corner. It was huge, but hardly impressive anymore; Talyn had seen it plenty of times before.

Anthros extended a claw. "Bring the crystal to me."

Talyn went to him, placed the shimmering object on the massive scales, and waited patiently like a schoolboy as Anthros gazed into its center. It wasn't a particularly large crystal, and Talyn hadn't understood his master's request at first; but it had belonged to a fellow Athronite and had been robbed, sold, and almost resold, and no robbery of the Ascendancy could be permitted. He still didn't understand the significance of the crystal itself, but Anthros had never been quite this obsessed with a crystal before. Of course, obsession is relative. After thirty seconds or so of inspection, he placed it on the stone floor and looked up at Talyn.

"The human battlemage is going to be betrayed and captured. I want her. Do you have men in place?"

"Yes, and a few of the slithzerikai."

"Good. Send them word immediately. I do not care about her escort."

"Of course. And the Knights?"

"Ah. Did you send Selin there?"

"No."

"He is there."

"Family business?"

"All of his family lives in Mertis."

Talyn thought. "I only hope..."

"It's a possibility. Do not retract him. I'd rather watch. He has put himself in this position."

"Yes... well. I hope he is careful."

"As do I. Have Sitha take over routine payment; Ella has far too much on her hands these days, and I may need you to lead in Upper Avernum for a bit."

Talyn glowed with pride. "Yes, sir."

"They think you rule them, most of them do."

"This is true. They think Sitha holds my position, and I yours. How long will you keep it up?"

" I will show myself now. Or when the caves are ours."

"I'm sor-"

"Do not question me. You have much to attend to. Now go."

"Yes, sir." Talyn extended three of his fingers and kept the longest down with his thumb: the sign of the Ascendancy. He nodded curtly, placed the gold on the pile, and left the way he'd come to find his second-in-command. Alone once more, the dragon turned back to his diagram. He placed a claw in the section representing the west. The Abyss merited observation.

Faction Name: Athron’s Ascendancy
Leader Name: To all but a few hundred, Talyn is the leader, and Thisa is his right-hand slith. In actuality, Anthros leads the faction. Ella is in charge of the Ascendency on the surface, which is semi-autonomous as it is difficult to communicate between the two groups.
Location: The Ascendancy can be found in all of Avernum and much of the surface, but they are (or were) based in Mertis and Athron’s Lair.
Description: Anthros was the last of Athron’s brood to hatch, and while all of his siblings are bitter, to some degree, he is the only one who has done anything significant about it. He’s been inhabiting the caves for twenty years or so but has managed to keep this a secret, largely through the help of Talyn, a former adventurer who found him in hiding. Anthros is not a huge dragon, nor is he a particularly violent one, but he has a deep and thorough knowledge of scrying, like his fellow dragons, and gives Talyn suggestions and orders based largely on what he sees.

The structure of the Ascendency is loose but effective. Talyn receives an order from Anthros or makes his own judgement and relays it to Thisa, then finds a member (or members) to do it. There are some who work for the Ascendency full-time, but most have their lives outside of it. They will all do what they are told, however; examples have been made of traitors in the past, and word spreads quickly among Athronites. Also, Anthros is a dragon without a particular desire for gold, and yet with quite a bit of it at his dispposal. The Ascendency is well-paid, to say the least.

Most important, however, in uniting the Athronites is their common mission. The group was formed at the fall of the Kingdom, and has worked ever since to A) obtain as much power as possible and B) influence the course of events subtly but quickly, and to the end of restoring peace in Avernum. The surface division is equally important, however; Anthros believes that Avernum cannot be at peace until peace is restored to the Empire.

EDIT*: Aaaand this is why I should other posts before posting my own. The Mertis inconsistencies, I hope, have all been changed in the description. Assume the IC part of this takes place soon before the undead infestation. This actually makes more sense chronologically, as you will soon see.

[ Sunday, April 02, 2006 04:04: Message edited by: Sir David ]

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
Click Here For Nude Pictures of Marlenny in General
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My dear MM - you, as the 5th oldest member on these particular forums, ought to have realized by this point that humor on Spiderweb must be thoroughly explained and qualified if one is to get anywhere. This is the case all over the internet, sadly, but even more so at these particular boards.

You also ought to know that humorous responses to humor (particularly sarcasm) demand even more explanation than the original humor itself. Especially if Aran is the original poster (=p).

And yes, I do understand irony.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
On Thursday I Will Meet a Former KKK Imperial Wizard in General
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Thriced.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
Captives of the turtle pit, hear ye, hear ye! in General
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Happy birthday, Rosy. I miss you, wherever you are, though I'll admit I'd never have thought I'd ever do so when you were here. You kept things interesting, though.

I see no reason not to have a moment of silence for Rachel Corrie, but I agree wholeheartedly with Zeviz and Drakey. I'll leave it at that.

I'm glad you've removed the list, Aran. I find it hard to believe that anyone doesn't think that was a major factor in the useless spamming that goes on here. I'm not anti-spam, per se; there's useful spam and there's useless spam. Since Alorael's got such an iron monopoly on the former, the n00bs weren't left with much of a choice but to post the latter type or not post spam at all. N00bs are notoriously bad decision-makers.

You know, I don't challenge the admins' decision, but I wish arghhhhhhhhh were still around. I can't be the only one who found the guy absolutely hilarious, can I?

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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The Mountain of Shadows RP in General
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I've got an IC half-written. I'll try to get it finished before falling asleep.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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New Moderator for General in General
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Profile #22
:ph34r:

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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The Origins of YOUR Custom Title in General
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quote:
Originally written by Aran:

There are two categories for titles. The first kind goes to people who do something useful, and the second goes to people who talk a lot.
Not quite. I do nothing useful, nor do I talk a lot. I may have a long, long time ago, but I'm pretty sure I came back to my new custom title after something of a Spiderweb sabbatical. I'm an old member and I used to be well-known in roughly the same way as ben was when he first arrived; that, as far as I can tell, is why I have a custom title.

quote:
Originally written by Kelandon:

Only in your sick little mind.
Actually, both titles make perfect sense... especially Roses...

My title is from Marathon, of whose existance I was completely unaware until receiving said title. If I had to guess, I'd say it's a fitting reference to my past and certain... disputes I've found myself in.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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I've made a script / story in General
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quote:
Originally written by Dikiyoba:

This is mainly because Dikiyoba can't read 1337 speak, let alone write in it.
Alright, it's time for 1337 101...

The normal English alphabet consists of the letters between A and Z, all of which can be either capital or lower-case. The 1337 alphabet, however, consists of symbols and numbers (sometimes three or four characters per letter); bastard mixes of both are common on the internet, but for a true ur-noob, there ought to be no such mixture; an ur-noob would speak with a full 1337 alphabet. The following is a 1337 version of the English alphabet:

4 8 ( |) 3 |= 6 |-| 1 _| |< 1 |\/| |\| 0 9 0. 5 2 7 |_| \/ \/\/ * `/ 5

You may notice that some letters (R and Z, for instance) are very similar or, in fact, the same. Such ambiguity is sometimes solved by using normal letters; other times, it is just left up to the reader to figure the word out from the context. O. (Q) and *(X) are two common examples of the former; 1(I) and 1(L) are examples of the latter. Also, some letters have multiple possibilities; 9(P), for instance, could also be |* or even |0.

The ability to read and write in 1337 is about as useful as the ability to speak and understand Pig Latin, but in some cases, such as this, it may serve to elevate the humor by poking fun at a group of people who really do deserve it. Trust me.

On an entirely different note, does anyone else become more and more convinced every time Ed hits the Add Reply button that he's just a sick joke by some oldbie with way too much time on his hands?

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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I've made a script / story in General
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I am somewhat distressed by Arctic's absence, but I suppose we need something to end it all off...

By the way, Diki, Sir David always has a sword in RP-type things.

EDIT: Shouldn't the ur-noob speak exclusvely in 1337?

[ Sunday, March 12, 2006 20:30: Message edited by: Sir David ]

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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The Boy From the Bush is Back in Town in General
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There was something between them but it wasn't quite able to reach all the way to Rosy, try as TM might to convince us otherwise...

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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Analysis of Ultimate Game Poll in General
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It's funny - for a community that places such a large emphasis on wordplay, particularly the harmful, sarcastic, vitriolic kind, we tend to suck at detecting sarcasm and such in others. That goes for almost all of you, not just Alorael (in fact, he's generally quite good at it, due to his relatively low levels of arrogance and self-obsession, not to mention years of practice).

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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Slarty's Comic Strip in General
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I am saddened by the lack of new comics by either Alex or Slarty...

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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No New Topics For A Day (Monday the 13th) in General
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I'm in. I post a few topics a year, anyway, but I'll make a point of not posting this Monday.

And I like this as a monthly holiday.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
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moderator? in General
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I'm not the only one who finds this member hilarious, am I? You all seem so annoyed by him, whereas I am nothing but amused...

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
The Boy From the Bush is Back in Town in General
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I celebrate your return with my own return to my original PDN. It's been a while.

Welcome back, Ash. There are few (if any) of us here who would agree with your banning; I hope this doesn't affect Jeff's sales, but I also hope there's been no precedent set. Here's hoping the next time anyone worthwhile leaves, it's voluntarily.

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And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it.
-The Last Pendragon

Polaris = joy.

In case of emergency, break glass.
Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00

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