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[v.3.5] Realmsian Dragonstar: The Battle of Toril PbP Game [IC] (Game Cancelled)
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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 7401688" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p>He beams a smile at her before he enters the temple.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #33ffcc">"I think he likes you,"</span> the Magister says quietly. <span style="color: #33ffcc">"Well, he likes your determination and zeal. Be quick of mind and physically <em>tempered</em> and the monks might become more pilable."</span> She glances at Sil's face. <span style="color: #33ffcc">"If you let anger guide you, however, you will make enemies of them long before the Dragon Empire subjugates our world."</span> She sighs and stares at the sky. <span style="color: #33ffcc">"Elminster told me about it once, but I could hardly wrap my mind around it. For while I've studies the planes, I've rarely delved into the subject of Arcane Space. Most of what has been written about that subject is poor conjecture, of course. Air envelopes and galleons sailing from world to world, bah!"</span> She shakes her head. <span style="color: #33ffcc">"No, the universe we live in is a great deal more dangerous than that."</span></p><p></p><p>She notes that Silhouette's face is less angry and more, impatient. <span style="color: #33ffcc">"I'm sorry to ramble on so,"</span> she apologizes with a beaming smile. It is so genuine that it hurts the tiefling's gut. <span style="color: #33ffcc">"I must stay with Ulraunt, for now. But we can speak more later. Well met, Seeker Silhouette."</span></p><p></p><p></p><p>The Magister watches Silhouette walk away, for a while. There is something about the woman's eyes being on Sil that makes the tiefling's heart race.</p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #66ff99">"I will not bend a knee to these gods,"</span> Jaheira says plainly. <span style="color: #66ff99">"Nature is my goddess."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #cc99cc">"Technology, like what the priests of Gond use?"</span> Imoen asks, hopefully.</p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Worlds, not a single world,"</span> Rodan corrects. <span style="color: teal">"The Dragon Empire is an empire of thousands of stars. Its people come from countless worlds and there are more intelligent species than I'd ever be able to count in my lifetime."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #cc99cc">"That sounds awfully big,"</span> Imoen says glumly. She looks at her childhood friend.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"Aye,"</span> Landor nods. <span style="color: #663333">"It is as I've seen in my dreams."</span> He pauses to let Thrak continue.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Introductions are made all around while food piles onto the table. Elisabet goes well beyond the norm. Imoen gives her a hug and a peck on the check and says, <span style="color: #cc99cc">"Thanks mum."</span> Once everyones plates are full, Landor speaks of his visions.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"At first, I thought it was a dream of previous horrors I've faced. My past is, bloody, and I often relive those events in my dreams. But this time, there was no voice of Bhaal or visions of... Sarevok."</span>He pauses and Imoen pats him on the arm.</p><p></p><p>The warrior named Minsc puts his rodent on his shoulder and pulls his chair closer at the mention of that name. He listens intensely to his old friend's words—although his mind doesn't fully understand everything that is said.</p><p></p><p>He takes a deep breath and nods. <span style="color: #663333">"No, this was quite different. I saw <u>all</u> of Toril burning. Not just Faerûn. I saw these magic machines lay waste to towns, fortresses, and cities. Even the stongest of the world's castles and cities fall, eventually. Even Candlekeep. Endless hundreds of massive walking metal monsters that tower over defenders like giants lay seige to Athkatla, Calimport, Selgaunt, Silverymoon, Suzail, Waterdeep... and even Thaymount. They do indeed throw fire, like Thrak says, but also lightning, cold, all the known elemental energies. And some shoot powerful metallic spearpoints, from strange metallic bows, that can tear through flesh, bone, wood, stone, steel, and even mithral.</span></p><p><span style="color: #663333"></span></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"At the same time, the Gods of Faerûn are forced to battle strange avatars that walk the lands of Mulhorand. The Mulhorandi pantheon and their followers go over to the empire—and are changed. Gods battle gods across the landscape, skies, and seas. There are avatars that look like metal machines and they carry weapons that can burn cities to dust and shatter mountains. The other gods of Toril eventually join the fray and the result is a cataclysm beyond anything I've ever witnessed."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Aspects of the Unification Church,"</span> Rodan whispers in awe. The fear grips him and his heart races. <em>'No, no, no, no, no, no!'</em> His mind races. <em>'Not that! Anything but that!'</em></p><p></p><p>"Its way worse than we thought," Loranys says. The Flaming Fist's eyes are full of tears. "It's the Time of Troubles all over again."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"That's not the worst of it,"</span> Landor replies. <span style="color: #663333">"In my dreams I see colossal metal—ships?—flying high above the world. Dozens of these ships bombard the ground from the sky. They rain down fire and deadly energy that my mind cannot fathom."</span> He stops at looks and Yin Hun and Rodan.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"It's called radiation,"</span> Rodan says angrily. <em>'If the empire bombs the world with radioactive weaponry, Toril is doomed',</em> he thinks. He looks at Yin Hun and Emiko. <span style="color: teal">"We should flee as soon as we can and take as many people as possible."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"It does not end there,"</span> Landor continues. <span style="color: #663333">"For while this 'ray-dee-aye-shon' kills millions of people, the conquest of Toril becomes a war against freedom and nature. Those that survive are rounded up into camps and taken away in these magical flying machines Thrak mentioned. Those that resist are killed or put to work as slaves. Archmages and kings are shackled almost as easily as merchants and serfs. They are all forced to cut down the forests and dig up the mountains—timber and precious metals, and mithral. So much mithral is taken. This empire takes every vein of the metal they can find and any arms or armor made from it as well. The steal half of the world away in a heartbeat and then builds massive cities on the world's ruins made out of glass and metal, which are then ruled by infamous chromatic dragons of the world who choose power over freedom."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Your world is destined to become like mine,"</span> Rodan says glumly. <span style="color: teal">"The empire came and took everything we had. Yes, we fought back. Half of the world gave its lives to try and stop them. And my world was more advanced than yours. We had just begun learning to build guns and ships and some understanding of space and its rules."</span> The raptoran pauses and sighs. He looks at Landor and the others with a sadness in his eyes. <span style="color: teal">"I am sorry."</span></p><p></p><p>"Is there no hope, Landor?" Yoshimo asks.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"The future is not set,"</span> Landor replies. <span style="color: #663333">"But it will take more than hope to change it."</span> He looks at Rodan and Yin Hun again. <span style="color: #663333">"In some of my dreams, it is not as dark a landscape. The end result is the same, but more of the world's people and culture survives. The world becomes balanced between cities of technology and the natural world. A powerful force called Golion comes to rule the world and in a strange throne room, an ancient red dragon seethes in anger."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Mezzenbone, the Red Emperor,"</span> Rodan answers. <span style="color: teal">"If his minions can be thwarted by Grand Duke Kupric and House Golion, your world might have a chance to merge into the empire more naturally. Somehow, we need a way to get the Grand Duke on our side. After all, he was the previous Dragon Emperor before passing the Dragonstar Throne onto Mezzenbone 40 years ago. His political power is immense."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"There is no fate but what we make for ourselves,"</span> Landor says with a nod.</p><p></p><p>"Do any of those fates have us winning?" Belgeon asks.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #663333">"None that I have seen,"</span> he answers.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #ff9900">"Do not worry so, old friend,"</span> Minsc says happily. <span style="color: #ff9900">"Boo says all our enemies will fall! Minsc will lead with blade and boot! Boo will take care of the details."</span></p><p></p><p>Landor smiles. Imoen laughs. Yoshimo nods. Jaheira sighs and shakes her head.</p><p></p><p>The platters and mugs are soon empty and your bellies are filled. Elisabet comes around to see if anyone wants more food or drink.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 7401688, member: 2012"] He beams a smile at her before he enters the temple. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"I think he likes you,"[/COLOR] the Magister says quietly. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"Well, he likes your determination and zeal. Be quick of mind and physically [i]tempered[/i] and the monks might become more pilable."[/COLOR] She glances at Sil's face. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"If you let anger guide you, however, you will make enemies of them long before the Dragon Empire subjugates our world."[/COLOR] She sighs and stares at the sky. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"Elminster told me about it once, but I could hardly wrap my mind around it. For while I've studies the planes, I've rarely delved into the subject of Arcane Space. Most of what has been written about that subject is poor conjecture, of course. Air envelopes and galleons sailing from world to world, bah!"[/COLOR] She shakes her head. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"No, the universe we live in is a great deal more dangerous than that."[/COLOR] She notes that Silhouette's face is less angry and more, impatient. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"I'm sorry to ramble on so,"[/COLOR] she apologizes with a beaming smile. It is so genuine that it hurts the tiefling's gut. [COLOR="#33ffcc"]"I must stay with Ulraunt, for now. But we can speak more later. Well met, Seeker Silhouette."[/COLOR] The Magister watches Silhouette walk away, for a while. There is something about the woman's eyes being on Sil that makes the tiefling's heart race. [COLOR="#66ff99"]"I will not bend a knee to these gods,"[/COLOR] Jaheira says plainly. [COLOR="#66ff99"]"Nature is my goddess."[/COLOR] [COLOR="#cc99cc"]"Technology, like what the priests of Gond use?"[/COLOR] Imoen asks, hopefully. [color=teal]"Worlds, not a single world,"[/color] Rodan corrects. [color=teal]"The Dragon Empire is an empire of thousands of stars. Its people come from countless worlds and there are more intelligent species than I'd ever be able to count in my lifetime."[/color] [COLOR="#cc99cc"]"That sounds awfully big,"[/COLOR] Imoen says glumly. She looks at her childhood friend. [COLOR="#663333"]"Aye,"[/COLOR] Landor nods. [COLOR="#663333"]"It is as I've seen in my dreams."[/COLOR] He pauses to let Thrak continue. Introductions are made all around while food piles onto the table. Elisabet goes well beyond the norm. Imoen gives her a hug and a peck on the check and says, [COLOR="#cc99cc"]"Thanks mum."[/COLOR] Once everyones plates are full, Landor speaks of his visions. [COLOR="#663333"]"At first, I thought it was a dream of previous horrors I've faced. My past is, bloody, and I often relive those events in my dreams. But this time, there was no voice of Bhaal or visions of... Sarevok."[/COLOR]He pauses and Imoen pats him on the arm. The warrior named Minsc puts his rodent on his shoulder and pulls his chair closer at the mention of that name. He listens intensely to his old friend's words—although his mind doesn't fully understand everything that is said. He takes a deep breath and nods. [COLOR="#663333"]"No, this was quite different. I saw [u]all[/u] of Toril burning. Not just Faerûn. I saw these magic machines lay waste to towns, fortresses, and cities. Even the stongest of the world's castles and cities fall, eventually. Even Candlekeep. Endless hundreds of massive walking metal monsters that tower over defenders like giants lay seige to Athkatla, Calimport, Selgaunt, Silverymoon, Suzail, Waterdeep... and even Thaymount. They do indeed throw fire, like Thrak says, but also lightning, cold, all the known elemental energies. And some shoot powerful metallic spearpoints, from strange metallic bows, that can tear through flesh, bone, wood, stone, steel, and even mithral. "At the same time, the Gods of Faerûn are forced to battle strange avatars that walk the lands of Mulhorand. The Mulhorandi pantheon and their followers go over to the empire—and are changed. Gods battle gods across the landscape, skies, and seas. There are avatars that look like metal machines and they carry weapons that can burn cities to dust and shatter mountains. The other gods of Toril eventually join the fray and the result is a cataclysm beyond anything I've ever witnessed."[/COLOR] [color=teal]"Aspects of the Unification Church,"[/color] Rodan whispers in awe. The fear grips him and his heart races. [i]'No, no, no, no, no, no!'[/i] His mind races. [i]'Not that! Anything but that!'[/i] "Its way worse than we thought," Loranys says. The Flaming Fist's eyes are full of tears. "It's the Time of Troubles all over again." [COLOR="#663333"]"That's not the worst of it,"[/COLOR] Landor replies. [COLOR="#663333"]"In my dreams I see colossal metal—ships?—flying high above the world. Dozens of these ships bombard the ground from the sky. They rain down fire and deadly energy that my mind cannot fathom."[/COLOR] He stops at looks and Yin Hun and Rodan. [color=teal]"It's called radiation,"[/color] Rodan says angrily. [i]'If the empire bombs the world with radioactive weaponry, Toril is doomed',[/i] he thinks. He looks at Yin Hun and Emiko. [color=teal]"We should flee as soon as we can and take as many people as possible."[/color] [COLOR="#663333"]"It does not end there,"[/COLOR] Landor continues. [COLOR="#663333"]"For while this 'ray-dee-aye-shon' kills millions of people, the conquest of Toril becomes a war against freedom and nature. Those that survive are rounded up into camps and taken away in these magical flying machines Thrak mentioned. Those that resist are killed or put to work as slaves. Archmages and kings are shackled almost as easily as merchants and serfs. They are all forced to cut down the forests and dig up the mountains—timber and precious metals, and mithral. So much mithral is taken. This empire takes every vein of the metal they can find and any arms or armor made from it as well. The steal half of the world away in a heartbeat and then builds massive cities on the world's ruins made out of glass and metal, which are then ruled by infamous chromatic dragons of the world who choose power over freedom."[/COLOR] [color=teal]"Your world is destined to become like mine,"[/color] Rodan says glumly. [color=teal]"The empire came and took everything we had. Yes, we fought back. Half of the world gave its lives to try and stop them. And my world was more advanced than yours. We had just begun learning to build guns and ships and some understanding of space and its rules."[/color] The raptoran pauses and sighs. He looks at Landor and the others with a sadness in his eyes. [color=teal]"I am sorry."[/color] "Is there no hope, Landor?" Yoshimo asks. [COLOR="#663333"]"The future is not set,"[/COLOR] Landor replies. [COLOR="#663333"]"But it will take more than hope to change it."[/COLOR] He looks at Rodan and Yin Hun again. [COLOR="#663333"]"In some of my dreams, it is not as dark a landscape. The end result is the same, but more of the world's people and culture survives. The world becomes balanced between cities of technology and the natural world. A powerful force called Golion comes to rule the world and in a strange throne room, an ancient red dragon seethes in anger."[/COLOR] [color=teal]"Mezzenbone, the Red Emperor,"[/color] Rodan answers. [color=teal]"If his minions can be thwarted by Grand Duke Kupric and House Golion, your world might have a chance to merge into the empire more naturally. Somehow, we need a way to get the Grand Duke on our side. After all, he was the previous Dragon Emperor before passing the Dragonstar Throne onto Mezzenbone 40 years ago. His political power is immense."[/color] [COLOR="#663333"]"There is no fate but what we make for ourselves,"[/COLOR] Landor says with a nod. "Do any of those fates have us winning?" Belgeon asks. [COLOR="#663333"]"None that I have seen,"[/COLOR] he answers. [COLOR="#ff9900"]"Do not worry so, old friend,"[/COLOR] Minsc says happily. [COLOR="#ff9900"]"Boo says all our enemies will fall! Minsc will lead with blade and boot! Boo will take care of the details."[/COLOR] Landor smiles. Imoen laughs. Yoshimo nods. Jaheira sighs and shakes her head. The platters and mugs are soon empty and your bellies are filled. Elisabet comes around to see if anyone wants more food or drink. [/QUOTE]
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