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Hello guild my old friend :)
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The nostalgia is fierce tonight...so many ideas. Where did the time go? roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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7 yrs ago
Guild issues making it difficult to post. Will update when the server errors stop.
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7 yrs ago
To Teluval, Farewell . A surreal fantasy adventure: roleplayerguild.com/topics/1..

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The battle on the beachhead continued as Maren watched. In the darkness of night, she struggled to judge the tide of battle, but as the screams and cries of men drifted across the marshy ground Maren could tell the Karsusians were breaking under the orcish assault. Riders rode hard through the scattering lines of mercenaries, driving them into the fire-fens. The fires were spreading slowly through the camp and even one of the partially constructed siege catapults had caught fire. Through the flicker of the flames, Maren glimpsed an odd thing-a royal standard. A human banner. Maren could not make out the design of the crest in the darkness, but she found it odd an orc would carry such a thing into battle.

a trick perhaps? Why would the orcs raid this far south? And into an armed camp? Her mind turned the possibilities over and over, but she could not make sense of the situation. Either way, the immediate threat of siege was momentarily broken.

"I cannot make sense of it Cassius," said Maren. "Do you see that banner there?" she pointed to the royal banner. "It is of human design. Why would the orcs carry that?"

The night air turned warm, and the smell of smoke drifted over the wall. Nearly an hour had passed since the battle began. Maren suddenly felt tired, her mind racing to understand the new developments.
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Ah, I wasn't aware of that. Though Caedmon could have used him as a middle man. Given him the funds to create an army and take lands in the south that would then be given over to the Draetor Empire when they invade.

Just an idea of course.


So you have some great ideas but in the spirit of collaboration, creating a character with an entire Empire at his beck and call is a bit OP. And he has a dragon. I don't care what you decide to do. Just don't God-Mod or derail the RP or disregard what other players have already written :)

@Polybius

I'm kinda curious, what sort of magic would be in this verse? I mean I suppose boar big enough to ride on and larger is magical, but in terms of personal spells and such? I was actually planning on Malakaus to know a few spells, granted they aren't anything very fancy or flashy. But he does know them.


I'm thinking more Game of Thrones and less D&D . Like I mentioned in the first post, there are no fireball slinging wizards. Towns don't feature a 'local wizard' or anything of that sort. Magic is mysterious, powerful and rare. Very, very few people are spellcasters.

Having said all this. I'm thinking I might need to write up some more formal rules to keep the anarchy at bay

I hope that you'll pardon a voice from the interested peanut gallery.

I found myself wondering whether the entrance of a "legendary beast" from territory "A" into territory "B" might rouse something that could have slept there for a long time, perhaps some kind of mythical beast that dwells beneath the fens? Perhaps a race... hmm... something oily with tentacles and a penchant for fire?

Just a thought. I'd build something myself but... I'm already overcommitted.


Sure, it's clearly implied. Might be a bit much for the current scene but might be a possibility later on. Come join us! even if it's a one off post no harm in practicing writing.
I see you lurking . Go on...post....
@Zaphander Yea sorry. Ditch the mage-knight. It's too Malazan Book of the Fallen and less Lord of the Rings.
@Zaphander Just a quick mention to remind you this is a low-magic fantasy setting. There might be a few gandalfs around, but mage-knights are a bit too high-fantasy for the setting. Adjust your last post as necessary!
I kind of want to throw some cannon fodder at Malakaus unless someone else wants to do the honor :) *nudge *nudge
The woman, Lady Elliot, seemed so genuine in her affectations. The name Elliot was not familiar to Maren but she had certainly heard of the fire-dragon cults. Maren was slightly annoyed at the 'knights' insistence on leading men out into the chaos of the night. But Maren could see this woman was clearly eager to fight.

"You are a very brave woman to ask such a thing, Lady Elliot," said Maren coldly. "And you are not a knight..." She thought for a moment. "But it is true I need good fighters. So does this city. Help defend the walls, if it comes to that Lady Elliot. For we do not know what threats await us in the morning. Do that and I will take you into my service. 10 silver a month, plus food and lodging. Cassius will be your commander. That is my offer. Take it as you will."

Maren turned once more to view the battle unfolding on the banks of the fire-fens.
Post for Maren is up. I'll be around for another hour or two.
EDIT: Quick mention about art. If anyone has art for there character or a location that's cool. Try and keep with the fine-art fantasy style of Maren's portrait in the first post!
At last darkness had fallen and the somber night sky was filled with stars. The purple moon rose swiftly, and a sliver of it's own full self this time of year. A streak of light fell to the ground to the north. A fallen star? thought Maren. Another streak of light, fiery and red.It is far to late into the fall for the star-showers... she thought worriedly. Then hundreds of fires filled the night and Maren heard the war calls of orcish riders.

She stood mouth slightly agape as the mercenary camp was beset by the nomadic warriors. She heard the screams and cries of battle, carried easily over the fire-fens. From the North Bridge Garrison came the warning bell.

"What is going on Cassius?" said Maren. She looked to Cassius to see his reaction.

"Hello there! Lady Maren and Captain Cassius, correct? I am Annabeth Elliot, a knight errant. It looks like the tide of battle has shifted to our favor! We should sally out and route these brigands while they're still a chance."

Maren turned to see who had addressed her and posed such an outrageous thing. Who is this woman so eager to shed blood in a battle we cannot yet understand? thought Maren.

"The gods peace upon you Lady Elliot," said Maren warily. Her attention returned to the battle on the north bank for a moment. It seemed to be going poorly for the Karsusian mercenaries, and for a moment Maren felt relief. The thought of an orcish army at the gate was a different matter entirely...

Maren turned her attention once more to Lady Elliot. Maren forced a smile. The warrior held an impressive Warhammer. Maren did not doubt the woman could wield such a powerful weapon and instinctively reach into her robes and gripped the pommel of her shortsword concealed there. "Forgive me, but who are you? I do not recognize your name nor standard. What is your business here?"

The sounds of battle continued beyond the wall...

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