The Sands of Time
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Master
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 14:42
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OOC: Motrax, you forgot about me! IC: Shadow Wolf looked over his equipment. Good. The blade and shurikens are still there. When they noticed the Vahnatai, Shadow Wolf cloaked himself, so he can safely observe... -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Shaper
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 14:55
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The glowing orb dims itself so that it will remain undetected while the group approaches the vahnatai. It is still slightly lit; however, it looks more like a cloud of smoke now. Is that creature to be trusted? "How is it you were able to trust me so well without having met me before?" Motrax replied. I have the capability to glimpse into the minds of other beings. If I had felt that you intended to do me harm I would have found another to assist me on this quest. At the moment I am not close enough to read his mind. "But how could you know before you even got close to me?" My people are scholars. We do not spend our time fighting, but rather learning about the other planes. Your name came up while I was searching this realm. Enough talk, let us continue onward. -------------------- Lt. Sullust Cogito Ergo Sum Polaris Posts: 2462 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 15:05
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Rojh: Hmmm....that one looks familiar... I think that is one of vahnatai are some of Silverback's killers. *Rojhiniok and his equipment de-solidfy and change into a moving puddle, and is barely noticible.* Be careful, if they attack, I'll solidfy again. *The vahnatai notices Motrax, and then it stops.* [ Saturday, May 17, 2003 15:07: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest, The Mindwarrior ] -------------------- This is MY link. Click here,or here for the yoga dance mix!Click here to get to the misc. boards! Attack, icons, attack!THIS PAGE ROCKS!! Vicious virus stalks the web, has already infected over 150 computers: read more! We have tried to not harm anything in the making of this commercial, but we failed miserably. One Small Step for man, one giant leap(SHCKXXXXXX)STOP POKING ME!!! -Starcraft Observers R.I.P-Here lies NSI, may this rp be remembered. Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 15:18
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Many minutes of explanations and thousands of curses later, Sir David and Ryan had finished the body recovery. Sir David walked off to find Vinny, muttering under his breath, while Ryan walked off in the other direction, grinning like an idiot at the thought of a new buckler. Sir David saw Vinny talking to a group of soldiers, and turned away, not wanting to lose his relative cool in front of his new peers. At this moment, he noticed a very interesting sight in the distance - a diminuitive dragon, followed by a very odd group of... well, he couldn't really think of a general description for that group. They were all sneaking up on a lone creature, of a sort that Sir David had never seen before. It seemed to be leaning over a body, of what sort he could not tell. Looking around himself, he saw that no one was paying any attention to him whatsoever. Annoyed and relieved at the same time, he slipped off to follow the dragon from a distance. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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Agent
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 16:29
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NaCN considered approaching the vahnatai, but thought better of it. From what he remembered, they could hear very well. He crouched behind a bolder and watched from a distance. The vahnatai appeared to be lost, or at least disoriented. -------------------- ~ §øСüm ©ÿªñ¡Ðë ~ Mission Ridge -- All Your Snow Are Belong to Us. Posts: 1277 | Registered: Monday, June 24 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 16:32
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*Rojhiniok's head extended out of his puddle-body and looked around, and then sighted an Imperial soldier, then he morphed into his humanoid shape.* Rojh:Motrax, I see an Imperial soldier, he doesn't seem very friendly at the moment.Wait, I remember from history class in "college" that Imperial soldiers explored Avernum(or Exile) around this time. WE CAN'T LET HIM COMPLETE HIS MISSION!!!!*Rojhiniok draws his broadsword.* IN THE NAME OF SILVERBACK, SURRENDER IMPERIAL SCUM!!! *Charges at Sir David.* YOU CANNOT TAKE OUR HOME!!!!!!!!!! [ Saturday, May 17, 2003 16:46: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest, The Mindwarrior ] -------------------- This is MY link. Click here,or here for the yoga dance mix!Click here to get to the misc. boards! Attack, icons, attack!THIS PAGE ROCKS!! Vicious virus stalks the web, has already infected over 150 computers: read more! We have tried to not harm anything in the making of this commercial, but we failed miserably. One Small Step for man, one giant leap(SHCKXXXXXX)STOP POKING ME!!! -Starcraft Observers R.I.P-Here lies NSI, may this rp be remembered. Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Master
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 17:23
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IC: This one can't die yet. Shadow Wolf, still cloaked in invisiblity, held Rojinok (OOC: can't you get an easier to spell name?) back with an arm around his neck. After he stopped struggling, SW pulled him back to the group. SW decloaked himself, and dropped an out-of-breath Rojinok on the ground. "What are you? Nuts?" Shadow Wolf half-shouted, making sure the Imperial troops don't hear. "I assume this Empire is hostile. Just look at those troops in the distance, they outnumber us by far! If you attack him so blatantly, they'll notice, and then we die, you dolt." -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 17:40
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*Rojhiniok(Rojh for short.) then takes a deep breath and then yells as loud as he can, then charges after the Imperials.* Shadow wolf: Are you THAT crazy and blatant!? *Many, many Silvermin warriors run out of hiding and run beside Rojhiniok.* Rojh: Charge my brothers, we will win the day! WE OUTNUMBER THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! OOC: Yes, Silvermins do yell to call for help. [ Saturday, May 17, 2003 18:05: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest, The Mindwarrior ] -------------------- This is MY link. Click here,or here for the yoga dance mix!Click here to get to the misc. boards! Attack, icons, attack!THIS PAGE ROCKS!! Vicious virus stalks the web, has already infected over 150 computers: read more! We have tried to not harm anything in the making of this commercial, but we failed miserably. One Small Step for man, one giant leap(SHCKXXXXXX)STOP POKING ME!!! -Starcraft Observers R.I.P-Here lies NSI, may this rp be remembered. Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Shake Before Using
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 18:31
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A man sits on a rock near to the scene of the battle, meditating in almost-complete darkness. While he carries no light, the torches carried by the adventurers and the Imperials are more than enough for him to see the approaching conflict clearly. He thinks about this briefly, attempting to ascertain what time period he has been transported to. Sighing, he passes his gaze over the adventurers, Silvermins, and Imperials, briefly contemplating allowing the battle to proceed. Suddenly, his gaze stops on one of the Imperials, and he rises up from the rock. He makes a gesture in the air with his right hand, quickly tracing out a symbol of power. Three gates to the Hells open up between the Silvermins and Imperials, and out step three demons, ready to do battle. Despite being powerful, three demons are not going to be more than a speed bump for two small armies. However, this speed bump affords more than enough time for this man to gesture again, his body becoming almost invisible. He walks forward, watching the skirmish between the demons and the momentarily allied humans and Silvermins. As the last of the demons disintegrate, he dispels his stealth spell, appearing in front of the two groups just as they prepare to attack each other. In the torchlight, one can see that he is wearing a blood-red robe with black symbols of power woven into it. His short black hair seems to be kept in perfect place by an unseen force, and his jet-black eyes glare first at the Silvermins, then at the Imperials. "You will all cease this utter foolishness at once." Confused, the Imperials turn to look at him. "Believe me, I mean you no harm at this moment. I do not wish for this meeting to come to blows." The robed man then turns to the Silvermins and Rohj. "That goes for you, too. Will you agree to a truce for now, whatever you're fighting about?" [ Saturday, May 17, 2003 18:43: Message edited by: Imban ] Posts: 3234 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 18:45
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Silence reigns over the forces assembled. Stunned silence, but silence nonetheless. An Imperial, with the sharp, gray eyes and red hair identifying an Aizoan nobleman, steps forward. A rapier bounces at his belt, leaving wisps and traces of blue flame carved into the thin air behind it. He is arrayed in light, black leather, decked out with the trappings of an Imperial military official. Glowing runes on the shoulders and insignia on the chest would identify him to any imperials as one of the chairmen of the Imperial Directory. And to any Imperials, it would so mark him as more dangerous than any demon. "Why should we stop for you, mage? These things are standing in the way of peaceful Imperial exploration, and have attacked us without provocation." -------------------- desperance -- je me souviens arena -- et je me souviens de vous Posts: 2449 | Registered: Monday, October 15 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 18:46
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Rojh: NEVER! WE SILVERMINS ARE A WAR-LIKE RACE! WE CONQUER ALL!!!!!! All Silvermins: WE RULE ALL! WE RULE ALL! *Everyone notices Silverback in the army of Silvermins.* Silverback: We are a war-like race, we will not share our caves with Imperail scum, they are insects, and must be exterminated! Do you have anything to say?*Silverback strikes Imban with his mighty sword shooting him back.* Surely you cannot beat the Silvermin army, let alone the Silvermins AND Imperials. OOC: That sure was a twist, wasn't it? -------------------- This is MY link. Click here,or here for the yoga dance mix!Click here to get to the misc. boards! Attack, icons, attack!THIS PAGE ROCKS!! Vicious virus stalks the web, has already infected over 150 computers: read more! We have tried to not harm anything in the making of this commercial, but we failed miserably. One Small Step for man, one giant leap(SHCKXXXXXX)STOP POKING ME!!! -Starcraft Observers R.I.P-Here lies NSI, may this rp be remembered. Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Shake Before Using
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 18:49
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The man, lying on his back, seems very annoyed that someone actually attacked him. "Well, that would be hospitality for you. I try to get some information..." With that, the man fades from inside out into green energy, to reappear in the middle of the hordes of Silvermins, wielding two swords of pale green flame. The Silvermins are surprised by his sudden recovery and teleportation, and most are scattered by his attacks, which all seem to be directed to non-vital areas. "...and this..." He lets the swords fall out of his hands, causing them to burn out into nothingness. He charges towards Silverback, who readies his sword with a smirk to counter. Right before he reaches Silverback, he vanishes again, causing the experienced warrior to slash behind him... and cut through another cloud of green energy. The man appears above and now behind him, dealing him a kick to the back of his head quickly followed by a acid-green energy bolt to Silverback's back, causing the elite Silvermin warrior to stagger forward and fall to the ground, writhing in pain. "...is the welcome..." Fading out again to avoid a Silvermin who was charging at his back, he appears behind his charging would-be backstabber and glares at it, causing the ground to raise up in a tiny bump and send the Silvermin skidding to the ground. "...that is accorded to me?" With another flash, he teleports away from the liquid creatures and to the side of the Imperial leader. "They hadn't attacked you yet. Just make sure that you capture..." The man looks out into the re-forming group of Silvermins, pointing out Rohj and Silverback. "...those two, if it comes to it. I will aid you, but I do not want those two or any other humans to be killed." [ Saturday, May 17, 2003 19:02: Message edited by: Imban ] Posts: 3234 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 18:50
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Imban isn't here. -------------------- desperance -- je me souviens arena -- et je me souviens de vous Posts: 2449 | Registered: Monday, October 15 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 19:11
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The Aizoan laughs, a hollow, evil laugh. "Stand back, men -- I will handle this for our friend the mage." He begins throwing around his rapier like a man possessed. At first, the trails of flame the tip leaves burn out, but soon they start to congeal, leaving a runic pattern burning in the air. He smashes the air with the rapier six times, leaving six great bursts of blue-gold fire arrayed in a brilliant circle. One of the Silvermin throws a rock at him. It hits the runic tapestry as if it were a steel wall and shatters into a thousand burning pieces. Then he turns to the left flank of the Silvermin. They are already charging, but the Imperials are standing behind the rapier-wielder, holding back for a counterassault. Then the Aizoan smiles, a wide, wicked smile. "By the power vested in me by the Directory, I consign you to the flames!" Sparks of fire begin to spit out of the six floating motes, staggering the entire left flank. From the center comes a solid stream, singing any lucky and foolish enough to get within a dozen yards of the Imperial flamethrower. After sixty seconds have passed, twenty times as many blasts of flame have scorched the left and extreme center of the Silvermin attack. The rest of them have broken, and flee furiously, despite the urgings of the two Silvermin heroes. The flaming runes around the Aizoan are sucked into him, and form a resplendent golden aura. He pulls out his rapier again; it glows with the intensity of a small sun. "When you meet the twisted monstrosity that made your sorry lot, you can tell him you were sent by Scrioth!" Scrioth, thus identified, charges the fleeing Silvermin, Imperial forces whooping at his feet. -------------------- desperance -- je me souviens arena -- et je me souviens de vous Posts: 2449 | Registered: Monday, October 15 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 19:43
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His name is Ablis, but you don't know this yet. ---- OOC: As the Silvermin are fleeing and the Imperials chase after them, a large wave of fire comes from virtually out of nowhere in front of the Silvermin, obliterating a great deal of them through sheer surprise. All heads turn to the Silvermin ranks (or whatever is left of them), only to hear a shuffling about through the silence. Being in a cave, echoing becomes a problem. As such, placing a source to this mysterious intruder becomes difficult. Still, the general direction of the movement seems to be heading around the sides of the cave. Suddenly, the shuffling stops. Silvermin1: There he is! Get him! A black-cloaked figure, the attire thus explaining the stealth, leaps into the fray. Silvermen leap at him, but he aims his broad, flat, sword at them. His body glows white for an instant, and wisps of visible energy float from him to his sword. The sword glows the color of flames. ? ? ?: Pyre! Just like before, a huge river of flames smothers the Silvermen. The tip of the sword is the source of the flames. The swordsman (or whatever he may be) lands on his feet, and is soon surrounded by surviving Silvermin. ? ? ?: I have the capability to do that as often as I choose. You cannot stand another attack like that, and you know this just as well as I do. Flee now, and you will be spared. The silvermen slither and/or walk around this figure cautiously, but eventually, decide to flee. Scrioth aims his sword at them, frying them individually. ? ? ?: That was unnecessary. Scrioth: I realize this. ? ? ?: Are you a sword mage? Scrioth: Sword what now? I can't cast spells. That's why I carry this. ? ? ?: I thought you were... ...very well. I guess I will have to deal with you. The adventurers gawk in awe as the Imperials and Scrioth charge the mysterious swordsman. The aforementioned black-clad sheathes Pyre, and reaches for another sword. This one is more like a dirk, but it has four protruding points, two on each side. Once again, the man glows white, and the energy flows into his sword. It begins emitting smoke like dry ice, and the edges seem to glow blue. He aims the blade at Vinny. Vinny: You want a piece? ? ? ?: A piece of what? Vinny: A piece of hot, steaming action! ? ? ?: That... ...was incredibly lame. The unidentified swordsman aims the blade at Vinny, and Vinny suddenly turns glossy. His skin is covered in frost. His body seems unable to move. His eyes dart about in horror back and forth, until he falls over, and immediately shatters into millions of shards of ice. The swordsman brings his sword into Ralph, and takes another shot. While no beam can be seen, its effects are shown by Ralph's similar instantaneous freezing and shattering. The swordsman turns to Sir David, and aims. Jumping away at the last moment, Sir David's left leg is frozen and much of his thigh has a severe case of frostbite, but the rest of him remains unharmed. A large sheet of ice spreads from the main point of impact, which fortunately for Sir David, was not his body. Sir David: Please don't kill-- Robed Man: I agree. Put your weapon down. The robed man who gave the warning to the now mostly obliterated Silvermin walks over to Sir David, and waves his hands. The leg slowly grows back, and the frostbite disappears. Robed Man: He's not with the Empire. Don't kll him. ? ? ?: Very well. I will let him be. The rest of you have a chance to flee, or else it will be you as well who are lying on the ground in shatters like these two! Scrioth: Damn you! You won't get away with this. Scrioth and the other Imperials slowly shuffle away. Ablis: Who and what are you? And how did you do that? ? ? ?: My name is unpronouncable in your language. You may call me Claymore. I already recognize that I am on a different world, as you do not speak with your true voice. Ablis: What are you talking about? Claymore takes off the black cloth covering his face, revealing a purple-skinned humanoid face without a mouth, eyes, or nose. A red gem is embedded in his forehead, and it has two holes where its nostrils are. A fissure in his face lies slightly below that. Claymore: These two holes on my face are for hearing, which aids me against foes I cannot otherwise detect. I also use the small slit to breathe. With this red gem, I speak with my mind and hear with my mind. You call it telepathy. In essence, I am not comprehending your spoken word, I am comprehending your thoughts. I come from a planet that you may refer to as Thyron III. It is warm, but the temperature on this planet an Thyron III are not entirely dissimilar. I need not worry about it, anyway. To answer your second question, I am a Sword Mage. We Sword Magi do not cast spells as you magi do. Instead, Sword Magi channel a small fraction of their life force into the sword, enabling its greater powers. Much like enchanted staves that wizards use, except ours is a refined art. Alas, while my expression may not show it, using these blades as magical devices is not an untaxing endeavor. In fact, I doubt if I could have survived using Kalvin, my ice blade, twice more. Who are you, Ablis? Ablis: My name is-- Hey! How did you do that? Claymore: We aren't skilled enough with our psionics to pry incredibly deeply into a person's mind, but I am good enough at least to recognize a person's name. Scant else, though. Ablis: Very well. Why are you here? Claymore: Telling you all of this piece by piece is innefective. Relax your minds, all of you, and I will share our knowledge of what goes on. ---- SCENE: Orange brick building. Claymore is sitting on a small, rust-colored block prepared especially for sitting. Four blades are sheathed with him, six others line the wall over a yellow-green hammock of sorts. Suddenly, a white light fills the room, and black bolts of electricity begin ravaging his house. Whatever touches the electricity is drawn in- the bricks of Claymore's house, the block he is sitting on, and himself. His six swords are seperate from him, as he is drawn into the light. ---- Ablis: Interesting. So you were drawn here by Rentar, too? Claymore: Apparently. Despite using obsolete methods, Rentar seems strong. I doubt I could defeat her. Not without retrieving my other six swords, anyway. Motrax: We have room in our party for another. Travel with us. Claymore: Very well. -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 20:01
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Nice of you to destroy a two-thread RP and declare yourself the DM of your own asinine, self-pleasing plot in one post, TM. [ Saturday, May 17, 2003 20:02: Message edited by: el presidente ] -------------------- desperance -- je me souviens arena -- et je me souviens de vous Posts: 2449 | Registered: Monday, October 15 2001 07:00 |
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Master
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 20:02
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OOC: ah, but it can always be ignored. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 20:06
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Alec, you said your own goddamn self that they all had to die in different places. This guy can shoot stuff out of his sword up to maybe 10 times before outright dying, wants to slay Rentar, and wants to find the rest of his swords. That's hardly as bad as your "I have the sword of the sun in my groin" load of feces. Screw you and die. -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 20:11
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Can't you play in an RP without forcing the plot to be yours? -------------------- desperance -- je me souviens arena -- et je me souviens de vous Posts: 2449 | Registered: Monday, October 15 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 20:18
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(Ahem. No flaming. But try to avoid murdering everything in sight.) "In case all of you didn't hear it, my name is indeed Ablis. Does anyone have any objections to setting up camp here until these two Silvermins return to consciousness and we talk with the man who was travelling with the Imperial forces? We may be stronger for it." Posts: 3234 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 20:32
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OOC: *sigh* most RPs tend to suck after TM joins... and i say 'most' instead of 'all' for safety reasons. IC: Shadow Wolf decloaked behind Ablis. "Go ahead, we could all use a rest." He was tired, and injured from that critical battle against the Great Demon (OOC: this is the Lord of Demon Lords that nearly destroyed his home world, but was defeated by him and his comrades. don't worry about it, there won't be any more references). There were multiple burn marks on his face and cuts in his cuirass that hinted at numerous strikes with large claws. His brother by oath was slain, and he and his love were teleported to different realms when they defeated the Demon. Shadow Wolf sat on the cave floor like a meditating monk, except he was holding his sword. His body glowed for a few seconds, and his wounds began to regenerate much faster than normal... -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 21:14
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IC: Claymore sits on the ground with the four of his ten swords sheathed on the ground, with a small needle-like instrument in his right hand and a large sword with a red gem embedded in the tip in his left hand, applying the slightly glowing tip of the needle to the sword. Sir David: What the heck is this? Claymore: It's a custom I've been working on. My ten blades are powerful blades, but they're all too common on Thyron III. Sir David: What is this custom one supposed to do? Claymore: Well, I'm etching runes onto the blade. Here, take a look at Kalvin. It has etchings all over it, whether you may see them or not. These blades take two years to design each. I'm about ninety percent done with this one. It's turned out to be quite a project. Sir David: I can only imagine. Just like you said, I can't see the runes... Ablis: And while you're at it, answer Sir David's question. What will this thing do when it's done? Claymore: It will do what most thought impossible- it will split the basic block of life, the atom. Ablis: This sword will split the atom? Claymore: Precisely. One of our scientists estimated what would happen if such a thing was done. He was mocked for what he believed, but I'm not afraid to give it a try. If it doesn't work, I still have ten other swords that do. If it does work, it will be the most devastating weapon we've ever seen. It will harness unspeakable ammounts of energy, concentrate the energy, and hurl it at the opponent. Too bad I left my notes at my house... Ablis: Your house got pulled into this dimention, though. Claymore: I know. If we could find this scroll... But that's not what worries me the most. Ablis: What are you talking about? Claymore: Two things. First, this red gem absolutely must not shatter, or else everyone in the area would die, not just the person it's aimed at. Secondly, this sword is not like any other sword I use. Whereas energizing other swords only takes about ten percent of my energy, one blast from this blade would leave almost nothing remaining of the user but ashes, unless the user had insane ammounts of life force. Ablis: So you're saying that it's a one-shot deal? Claymore: Exactly. Nobody I've ever seen could possibly use it well. Ablis: I hope you know what you're doing. Claymore: A hope that I share. Now get some rest. My species needs none, but yours do. Ablis: Hmph. OOC: For those of you with any ability to detect forshadowing, this sword will end up in the hands of a superbeing. :P -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 22:26
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Sodium Cyanide approaches Claymore. "Dude," he says, "so those runes are, like, a totally powerful version of the ones on my crowbar, huh?" Claymore: "It is not a comparison I like to make, but I understand what you mean. While my runes harness immense magical power, your runes simply render your crowbar nearly indestructible. Not only are the levels of power extremely far spaced, they derive their power from completely different sources. I doubt you would understand, so I won't go into details unless you insist." NaCN: "Um, that's quite alright. Anyway, I didn't do these runes myself. They were added by the dwarven smith who forged it." -------------------- ~ §øСüm ©ÿªñ¡Ðë ~ Mission Ridge -- All Your Snow Are Belong to Us. Posts: 1277 | Registered: Monday, June 24 2002 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 23:03
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I am sorry, I thought this was an RP, not Demigods 101. My mistake. -------------------- Saundersw3: And bitter is better! Posts: 995 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 17 2003 23:52
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OOC: You are all in utter darkness. You can see almost nothing, nothing but shades of craggy stones and boulders that hurt you when you bump into them. It is cold. There are unfamiliar sounds around you - of animals you never met, of demons you might come to fear. There is no considerable plant life that you are aware of. What will you idiots eat? Where will you sleep? How will you protect yourself from the unknown? How will you get to know the unknown? -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1828 | Registered: Saturday, January 11 2003 08:00 |