(IR) The 5th IR - 3rd OOC Thread (OPEN)

[Xael]

Xael, we couldn't change other people without denying them their free will.
Have trust in oud DM that he can handle the situation, like most of us, and be patient.

I know that, and I trust Serpenteye. I've said what I had to say, and I'll see what happens.

 

[The Forsaken One]

P.S.TFO, don't start again. Please.

I'm not taking every bit of bait and stretching this on and on and on and on.

 

[Serpenteye]

Ok, this is getting absurd.
Forsaken One, I am taking your behavior here as a personal insult, as a deliberate attempt to sabotage this game. If you do not immediately prove me wrong by delivering a sincere apology I no longer want you to post in any of my threads. You will apologize to me and to everyone else you have insulted. You will do this now or you are out of the game permanently.

 

[Xael]

I'm not absolutely sure if you meant to include me, but I should probably apologize anyway. I brought up the subject again in this thread, and I probably could have done it in a nicer way or not do it all. Maybe we'd just have forgotten the whole subject, but we'll never know now. The whole thing has blown up in an enormous speed, but I thought that it was a bit too late not to talk about it, so I voiced my opinion about the subject. There's a lot of tension in the air, and I can somewhat understand that TFO is pissed of since his faction got criticized, but I also think that he way overdid it.

Sorry.

 

[Serpenteye]

No, Xael, it was not directed towards you. I'm not blaming you for taking up the subject again, after all it was I who introduced it to this thread (which I had no choice but doing since I had no chance to reply before the last thread was locked).

 

[Radiant]

I didn't get the mail. Could you post it here? (or is it secret?)

Absolutly, totaly, incredebly über-secret.

But since I have slept over it I decided to try another idea anyway, this one a little less in need of secrecy.
*note the following is still secret but in this case the players themselves can know of it even if their factions do not, should be more interesting to read instead of just keeping screts for their own sake.*

The throne room of the white palace.

They called it the chamber of light. Yet shadows moved through it as if they had a live of their own. And indeed they had. Occasionaly one would lengthen out and start to take more form before finally a black-gald human would step out of it.
Some of them had allrady gathered around the throne of white marble. Each and every one of the men and women was slim, almost gaunt. The most striking thing was their hair, contrasting their pale, almost white, skin. One had the deeped purple while another's was blood red.
One after the other had arrived and give has report. It had been the same every single time.
"It is done."
Now they waited. Twenty-seven had gathered, with arrival of the twenty-eighth their treason would be complete.
Another shadow split open, revealing the last of their number. His electric-blue hair was bound to tight ponytail behind his back. Like everyone else in attendance he was closed neck to toe in leatherlike suit. The material was covered with armorlike plates of dark crystal and occoasinaly flashes of color shot through them like lightning, more often than not in the same color as the hair of the person wearing it.
The newcomer took his place in the half circle around the throne.
"It is done."
Like those before him he wasn't adressing the person sitting on the throe itself. Instead his gaze fell on the woman beside it. Dressed like the rest of them she wore her ultra-violet hair short, ending above her shoulders. She met his eyes with her own, far too hard for a girl who looks no more than twenty. The newcomer's voice was challenging, he wasn't happy with what they had done. For an instant both of them had flashes of psionic power lighting up and in the end he bowed his head.

She turned away from them, not able to face their acusing stairs any more. The rules were absolute, her orders would never be questioned. But that also meant it was her and her fault alone that their honor was lost forever.
Even in the depth of their fall she had to admire the effiency of her followers. They call her Sanakan, a word that could be roughly translated as "intruder" in the common language. Like every other person in this room she had given up her real name long ago.
She is the 58th first claw of the Sikari. And the first to break their ancient oath.
"You know what to do. Leave me now."
With an almost apoligizing look she turns to figure sitting on the throne room.
-we are saving the imperium my lord. I hope you have no objections-
A knife of black crystal is sprouting from the old and regal lookin man's throat and dried blood has ruined his white robes.
-Yes, I asumed you would not.-

--to be contínued after I got something to to eat

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

Hey there Radiant.
Are you claiming any actual countries?
There's a list of unclaimed countries at the end of the megapost.
Some of them are quite potent, too.
All are subject to customization, since TSR/WOTC never developed them.

 

[Anabstercorian]

I, personally, would recommend it. I think that it's important to have some sort of geological context for your faction - I find it helps you visualize your position in the world.

 

[Bugbear]

Also it will tell us where to send the checks for your services...

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

Album X, also, what claims would you like to put in?
You have yet to make any claims here.

There are numerous maps of the Flanaess and of Oerth on the megapost.
These are mostly at the top of that post, which is one page 1.
Have a look!
Most of the Flanaess surface powers have been claimed, but ...

Most of the Underdark races have not been claimed.
Almost non of the non-Flanaess lands have been claimed.

A complete list of unclaimed countries and their relative strength is at the bottom of the megapost.

Edena_of_Neith