[sblock=OOC sblock idea] I was just checking out stonegod's ravenloft thread. They sblock their occs which makes the thread read like a book--they also have a very very cool map option...no idea where they get their mapping from. Cog do you know anyone here who would know or have contact Stonegod to ask about the cooooool mapping? (I think SG is like the LeapingShark of Enworld)[/sblock]
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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
sarruth's request(game thread)
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cog_and_taz
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[SBLOCK=OOC]Ink: good idea, though I haven't looked at the thread/talked to SG etc. I will at some point, thank you. [/SBLOCK]
Tiluvias: ((I rolled)) the information you got is listed below.
He's the leader of various protectors of the temple, such as paladins, warriors and clerics. Also in charge of contacting people outside the temple.
He's a rather nice guy, though not astoundingly so. Also rather practical, or atleast he recognizes that praying a whole lot may not be the solution to everything.
He was seen on the streets by a person or two soon after dawn, looking distressed and roughly 15~20 years older.
Tiluvias: ((I rolled)) the information you got is listed below.
He's the leader of various protectors of the temple, such as paladins, warriors and clerics. Also in charge of contacting people outside the temple.
He's a rather nice guy, though not astoundingly so. Also rather practical, or atleast he recognizes that praying a whole lot may not be the solution to everything.
He was seen on the streets by a person or two soon after dawn, looking distressed and roughly 15~20 years older.
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Though surrounded by what she adores the most, Es cannot stay. Like foam formed of the tide, she is soothingly pushed out from her nature. Without herself moving, her body is uprooted and ever so gently, ever so naturally placed onto the docks. Standing, she is waterless, and neutrally tinted. So uncommon is her way, her grey painted eyes.
As the dawn approaches, a delicate glow outlines her slender body--her elegance and frailty made clearer by the softness coming of the sun. So silent that none might notice her, none might thieve a glance, save the darkness itself.
But, that shadow would have a name, though it sat without speaking. And, that name a form, though it saw without moving. And, that form would be Irthos, though they knew without saying. They sat together for a time, knowing it would be brief before she need depart. The morning would pass and with a sea thoughts and the simple setting of another dawn.
As the dawn approaches, a delicate glow outlines her slender body--her elegance and frailty made clearer by the softness coming of the sun. So silent that none might notice her, none might thieve a glance, save the darkness itself.
But, that shadow would have a name, though it sat without speaking. And, that name a form, though it saw without moving. And, that form would be Irthos, though they knew without saying. They sat together for a time, knowing it would be brief before she need depart. The morning would pass and with a sea thoughts and the simple setting of another dawn.
Ryfte
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Grendle
Sorry, lol, lost the link...
Bookmarked it now.
Edit: Hmmm... +2 la eh? Yeah, I went by the CK version because that was our main reference I thought, lol. There are other errors on there for example... the phrenic template is a +2 la template that in CK has no level adjustment listed at all, lol. The longer I've looked at it the more broken it has become, heh.
I'm noticing we've used rather a lot of non-CK stuff (i.e. published) as long as we've messaged it to you... so I've got some more ideas to refine. Ideas that work especially well with Grendle, of course the shadow template is one as well... lol.
Sorry, lol, lost the link...
Bookmarked it now.
Edit: Hmmm... +2 la eh? Yeah, I went by the CK version because that was our main reference I thought, lol. There are other errors on there for example... the phrenic template is a +2 la template that in CK has no level adjustment listed at all, lol. The longer I've looked at it the more broken it has become, heh.
I'm noticing we've used rather a lot of non-CK stuff (i.e. published) as long as we've messaged it to you... so I've got some more ideas to refine. Ideas that work especially well with Grendle, of course the shadow template is one as well... lol.
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Lord_Gareth
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((Gah! My net has been out for three days straight! This kind of disaster always happens when I play Chaos Mages. Then again, the last two times I did, I also beheaded greater dragons with one blow, so we'll see what happens. Postage soon))
tiluvias99
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Irthos watches Es as she rises out of the water, like some ancient goddess of the sea. He blinks, watching her as she goes to him, sits by him, watches with him. His gaze returns to water.
He closes his eyes, taking a moment to slowly breath a long breath of the salty air. Es. His thoughts drift...
He dreams of the first time they met.
He walked beside her, the one called Grendle watching him curiously. He ignored her. His listened. The Sjach, after gorging themselves on the feast they had taken, had grown hungry again... he could feel them as they moved through the walls, unseen by his new found friends, hungry for those he walked with. But he bade them be still, to hold their hunger. Wait, he said. There will be more soon.
But something was wrong. He listened to the Shadows, feeling their hunger through the link, but something was wrong. They hungered for only two.
He walked with Mem, Grendle, and Es.
Confusion drifted into his mind, and he probed through the link. He isolated them, sending a question. They hungered for Grendle. They hungered for Mem. But they did not hunger for Es.
He slowed his pace, turning his head to watch her.
...She had no soul for them to consume.
Irthos opens his eyes, the rolling sea coming back into view. His mind probes the link, and his thoughts mingle with the shadows, intertwining, melding. They do not hunger for Es.
They do not hunger for Es.
A smile slowly comes to his face, broadening until he can hold it no longer. His laughter cuts through the air, breaking the silence, flooding him with joy. After all these years...
When it dies down, he glances at her, and he smiles again, and laughs for a second time. When his gaze returns to the sea, the silence returns as well- yet a small smile remains etched on his face.
They do not hunger for Es... and for once, there is peace.
He closes his eyes, taking a moment to slowly breath a long breath of the salty air. Es. His thoughts drift...
He dreams of the first time they met.
He walked beside her, the one called Grendle watching him curiously. He ignored her. His listened. The Sjach, after gorging themselves on the feast they had taken, had grown hungry again... he could feel them as they moved through the walls, unseen by his new found friends, hungry for those he walked with. But he bade them be still, to hold their hunger. Wait, he said. There will be more soon.
But something was wrong. He listened to the Shadows, feeling their hunger through the link, but something was wrong. They hungered for only two.
He walked with Mem, Grendle, and Es.
Confusion drifted into his mind, and he probed through the link. He isolated them, sending a question. They hungered for Grendle. They hungered for Mem. But they did not hunger for Es.
He slowed his pace, turning his head to watch her.
...She had no soul for them to consume.
Irthos opens his eyes, the rolling sea coming back into view. His mind probes the link, and his thoughts mingle with the shadows, intertwining, melding. They do not hunger for Es.
They do not hunger for Es.
A smile slowly comes to his face, broadening until he can hold it no longer. His laughter cuts through the air, breaking the silence, flooding him with joy. After all these years...
When it dies down, he glances at her, and he smiles again, and laughs for a second time. When his gaze returns to the sea, the silence returns as well- yet a small smile remains etched on his face.
They do not hunger for Es... and for once, there is peace.
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cog_and_taz
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[SBLOCK=OOC]not mch to say, except that this is getting to be like a cutscene
.Glad to have you two back. By the way LG, you're wanted at sorcen's arena.[/SBLOCK]
.Glad to have you two back. By the way LG, you're wanted at sorcen's arena.[/SBLOCK]tiluvias99
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[sblock=OOC]Aye, it does seem like a cinematic. I don't especially mind, as it gives our characters a chance to interact and test out how each would react with each, but I do wonder how long we can keep this up until we decide to just wait for the time to meet Allister.
No Iejir at the Sorcen Arena? Aw, he'll feel left out.
Then agian, he'll probably not care at all, after all the drinks he'll have had.[/sblock]
No Iejir at the Sorcen Arena? Aw, he'll feel left out.
Then agian, he'll probably not care at all, after all the drinks he'll have had.[/sblock]
Lord_Gareth
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[sblock=ooc]Well then, let's do something with the psycho mage, shall we? Eeeny, meeny, miny...Fighter's Guild![/sblock]
Endeca walked through the narrow streets, drinking in the sights, the sounds. Other people talked, and she caught snippets of the conversation. Snuggles was restless in her backpack, but she wasn't about to pull out a brain in the middle of the guild district. She looked up and saw the sword-and-shield sign swinging from a building. The Warrior's Guild was menacing, a miniature fortress into itself, proud and strong. "Well, what the heck. Might as well see what's goin' on inside. Snuggles, stay quiet. I don't think they'd like you much." Opening the door, the short elf walked inside, pulling off her gloves and switching the hands they rode upon. With a quick thought, her hood shifts into a leather helm. "Helloooooooooooo?"
Endeca walked through the narrow streets, drinking in the sights, the sounds. Other people talked, and she caught snippets of the conversation. Snuggles was restless in her backpack, but she wasn't about to pull out a brain in the middle of the guild district. She looked up and saw the sword-and-shield sign swinging from a building. The Warrior's Guild was menacing, a miniature fortress into itself, proud and strong. "Well, what the heck. Might as well see what's goin' on inside. Snuggles, stay quiet. I don't think they'd like you much." Opening the door, the short elf walked inside, pulling off her gloves and switching the hands they rode upon. With a quick thought, her hood shifts into a leather helm. "Helloooooooooooo?"
cog_and_taz
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Endeca walks into a small marble lobby-room. There are three chairs, one table and a counter, behind which a rather frail looking clerk stands. "'ello, what can I get you ma'am?"
