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7 yrs ago
Current Thank you RPG I can honestly say I don't know what my life would be like if I hadn't found you crazy bunch.
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10 yrs ago
Getting back into RPs is hard. Did I have more patience when I was younger?
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Frettzo said
I might just put fishes swimming in lava! Nah, just kidding................Though that may be cool to see. Amphibious race that lives in lava! There you go guys, food for inspiration in future fantasy RPs. I'll get to work on the race and the Sheet right now!P.s: But first, I shall read the OP carefully this time :p


You mean like...Fire Salamanders? Pretty sure they're a thing. Think they were even in one of the later Narnia books.

Kiddo said
Ahhhhh... well, not really. I mean, I imagined that there was some history between Slayers and common goblins (I was planning on having Dssialii be a bit racist in this regard) since goblins were once an "evil" race and still aren't really a "good" one, but the Slayers should know no more about the goblin dragons than the stories and songs that have been passed down just like in other factions. They can suspect that the goblins have an ace up their sleeve (since the Slayers would have failed in whatever war they decided to wage on common goblins), but that's as far as it makes sense since goblins are very good at cleaning up a battle.


Not even a little bit? The Slayers have been round a while, I'm not saying Arnack is a walking beast encyclopedia, buy maybe there's a dusty tome hidden away back in Fort Salair. Meh, it'll hopefully never become relevant, they seem pretty scary.
Fair enough, I actually hadn't read about your goblins yet. Now having done that, do you think it would be okay if my character had prior knowledge of your Dragon Goblins(a least a little)? Being a beast slayer it would make sense to at least know they exist if not particulars.
I meant like a cannibalistic race in general not necessarily goblins. I suppose if it had a high population then it would turn out the same.
Actually that brings a question to mind. Would a cannibalistic race be fairly strong in magic since the Sand is reworked directly into the next generation?
FrozenEcstasy said
We have a dwarf! Ale?!Hell yes! Dwarf ale and Naeri fever! YESSSSSSSYOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME


Oh god, what have we created? May Lasair's fire take Sam soon :P

Edit:... That goes for 44 minutes...
Awesome, glad to hear it. I try to keep up the scene setting but it tends to get lost in the actiony posts.
And done. So much activity here now, was dead earlier. Timey-wimeyzones and stuff.

Hope that sums up Lasair well enough. I'm always a little worried when writing about or interacting with gods, they're just so godly. lol
The moon sat high in the sky reflecting Solas’s light down upon the night, for the moment free of the clouds sweeping by. Amongst a copse of trees a blond haired dwarf sat sharpening his axe sitting upon an outcropping of rock the only sounds were the rustling of trees and the whisper of a whetstone on steel. A large fire was before him much too large for a single camper, the tips of the flames seemed to list toward the dwarf as they burnt out. A pony whinnied at the edge of the trees looking up from his lazy grazing.

The dwarf stood up suddenly alert returning the whetstone to a pocket in his leather armour and hefting his axe in both hands. He scanned his surroundings from atop the rock giving him a greater height than his dwarven stature would. The fire seemed to die down allowing him to see a little further into the night. The only sound the pony’s worried cries and the crackle of the fire. He dare not move from his position which only really gave him the height of a man, but it gave him a defensive position from the centre anything that wished to get to him would have to climb the rock to reach him.

The warrior saw nothing but slowly the sounds of whispers crept in seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once. Then in the darkness lights sprang up not wisps but embers. A sense of dread filled the dwarf and he knew something great and terrible was about to happen. The embers centred on the dying fire and suddenly it sprang up to a greater height than before singeing the trees and giving off a heat that instantly caused sweat to spring up on the dwarfs skin. The flames formed themselves into the shape of a man and the dwarf fell to one knee a fist upon his chest as he spoke a single word, “Lasair”.

“Yes, Slayer I am he, Lord of Flame, God of Rejuvenation...” He trailed off for a moment as the flames eddied in the wind, “And you are one who would be my avatar in the lands?” He posed the question to the dwarf as if expecting only one answer, for the flames never really gave a choice, they burnt who they pleased.

The dwarf hesitated for a moment and in that moment the flames grew hotter and brighter so that the dwarf could hardly stand it. He gave the answer that lead to life, for a least a little longer. “Yes, my Lord Lasair what would you have me do?”

The god laughed and odd mix of a man’s deep voice and the roar of fire. “I would have you do nothing, Arnack. The world aflame at my dark brother’s hand would be wondrous, but alas he would go too far.” He sighed, the sound of a log sagging in the hearth. “He wishes to end the cycle forever and so you must go to the Plains of Origin, there you will find the storyteller my sister chose. Go with haste lest the fires dim before you can act.” With that the flames rushed upward burning a hole in the canopy and disappearing off to the east. The fire pit was naught but ashes gone cold not a cinder left burning. A deep cold pervaded the air in the fire god’s absence as if trying to erase the flames for good, or so it seemed to Arnack Clarn, Proven warrior of the Slayers, now tasked with preserving the flames of life.

Arnack wasted no time in clearing his camp and when it was done he returned to his pony strapping his bedroll and tent to her back. Then he holstered his axe in a specially-made sheath on the pony’s shoulder within easy reach of her rider. He moved her over to the rock he had stood on before and from there clambered into the saddle as only a dwarf could. He clicked his heels to the pony’s sides and gripped the reins for dear life; riding was something he would never be used to.

They headed north-west and despite his fears Arnack urged the pony to greater speed as the pair flew toward the Plains, as if a wildfire licked their heels. The moon gave just enough light to guide the way.



Darkmatter said
@zran approved of course. I look forward to the new post. @Newsun and probably everyone else. The gods are using up what power they have to reach out to Enduwin from Neyav to assemble a party, as best they can, to combat the growing evil which will become more apparent in my next IC post.


Sweet, I'll post up as soon as I've read Chrono's.
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