Assallya

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

Grimacing, Assallya Kressair watched the melee unfold. Taking an arrow to her gut had taken much of the fight out of her. It wasn't the first time she'd been hit with an arrow. By the nine hells, if she died here it wouldn't be the first time. What she couldn't understand was how the warriors seemed to get used to the sensation and charged about with a dozen quarrels in their charred, dragon toasted hides. Certainly, she would heal, her secreted ring of regeneration would see to that so she wasn't afraid but by Cyric's black heart, it still hurt. Clutching her wound with slender fingers, Assallya steadied the shaft. She knew what she was supposed to do, snap off the shaft so that if she had to move it wouldn't tear at the wound. Knowing that... and doing that were too far separate things.

Both heroes were well surrounded, crushed between the initial group and the reinforcements. She considered a number of options, most of them illusions. Laying atop her bench, she cast another spell, this one quite different than the paralyzed attackers the heroes had cut down. This time, off in the distance a thick wedge, seemingly made of stone, cut through the soft earth leaving a long furrow of churned soil. It wasn't real but everyone feared the power of the bulette, the dreaded land shark!

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Blast it. Not enough time to properly craft a post before I have to leave! I spent too long in the shower.

Thanks for the advice. I suddenly realized what I should call my animists, and it is a two fold solution. In the south they are called Heralds, for they are those that name spirits, announcing their intent and displeasure. Kings and Dukes adopted the term out of a sense of self importance. They differ from priests in the fact that they can actually see their gods and spirits. Priests merely serve, they don't negotiate.

In the north, the Skalds serve the same function, but in addition to announcing the intent of gods they also placate their harsher gods with song and poetry instead of mere kowtowing.

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I really want to post right now but I have to be up in six hours. With luck I'll manage one in the morning before work.

Hey, anybody know a good fantasy term for "Shaman" that fits more into a European medieval setting? The world I'm creating involves concepts of animism, similar to Druidism and Shintoism in many respects. However I'm looking for a medieval European flavour. The closest I've been able to come up with is the Druid but they don't really have titles.

X-Men: The Divided

She was a beautiful woman, with long golden blond hair and she was completely out of her element. She was thankful that the Shadowking had summoned clouds at least, to better enable Ororo's power of lightning. Her own costume, composed of shadowstuff had been more transparent than usual in the blazing light of the savannah sun. She gazed at the floating figure of Ororo, her blue eyes searching for some weakness. She hated lightning, concentrated light, burned through her powers.

Darkshadow ducked low, keeping herself behind a cluster of rocks. She preferred stealth to direct confrontation, preferred to hide in shadow and darkness and project walls of shadow to escape when confronted. How did one sneak up on a telepath? Worse still, she was unable to hurl daggers, shuriken or anything else at the possessed Ororo Munroe. Hurling a baseball sized sphere of darkness Sarah watched as it was grasped by invisible winds, thrown aside and ripped into shreds. Worse still, this was bloody Africa! She could scarcely imagine a more powerful sun overhead to diminish her powers.

This time, when one of the others attacked, she'd blind the bastard with some summoned darkness mere moments before the strike. Then, with luck, he'd not switch to his telepathy in time to see it and avoid it. If Ororo was knocked unconscious all the astral possession in the world wouldn't help him control her!

X-Men: The Divided

Bah! What do strangers know? I say we burn the strangers! Burn 'em!

(D&D based) "TALES OF THE LONELY INN"

Awesome. I've never jumped, only ridden. That must feel spectacular. Mind you, I don't think I ever want to feel what one thousand pounds of horse flesh on top of me feels like... *shudders*

High-Fantasy, High Casual, Lotsa Fun

I'm confused. It sounds like the "mythicals" never engage in conflict? You make it sound like they're incredibly peaceful compared to humans. What about monsters that must feed to survive: vampires, redcaps, and the like? What about the Faerie Court of the Sluagh? What about Orcs who rarely get along with elves and dwarves?

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Horseback riding can be very dangerous. It's still a small price to pay for the power you feel astride one. The way the horse floats between thunderous hoof beats, it's like miniature spurts of flight. It's complete total freedom. Then there's the power. They ruled land warfare for an untold number of years, even into the Napoleonic wars with the feared grenadiers! Even in World War One they were the favored means for scouting. You didn't have to worry about fuel for a horse and didn't have to stick to the roads.

I once saw a boy who didn't properly tack his horse and his saddle slipped off sideways taking him with it. The boy was lucky. Normally that results in a broken leg.

Good to see that you're doing better.

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Taker your time. Spending a week in a hospital can really take a toll out of you. Unless, of course, you live in a stress filled environment.... in which case, it's probably the most relaxing thing you've ever known :)

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Rumiko, Rumiko, wherefore art thou?