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PeterFarkas
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posted February 18, 2011 12:13 PM |
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Hi!
I'm here, I was just a bit oversnowed with stuff to do so I don't know when will I be able to complete my entry right now. And no way I'm gonna play another character.
Have a nice day,
PF
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evinin
Supreme Hero
Servant of Asha
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posted February 18, 2011 03:25 PM |
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Zehir was flying above the elven camp. He was actually flying above the remains of the elven camp. The Phoenix seamed nerves and almost out of control so the Wizard didn’t want to risk and get nearer the elves. He was familiar with the Phoenix Lady’s tricks. For a moment he just thought of her. Before she had such a beautiful name… Her name was Eleanor or at least she said that it was. He lowered the Phoenix because of some bad feeling. When the creature vanished in the air without a warning Zehir thanked his senses. He still fell badly but at least he was alive.
The forest was green and looked like a normal one but the Wizard could feel the scent of death that filled the air. He hardly found a little road and followed it until he got out of the woods. The branches destroyed his robe; his body was filled with scratches. He thought that the hard part was over but in front of him stood a dozen Bone Dragons. He tried to run back in the forest but one of the creatures bitted his arm and Zehir fell on the ground. This fall was too much for him and he collapsed.
He woke up in a dungeon. That wasn’t the best way to help the elves he thought. He was covered in chains and he was lying on the cold floor. Zehir tried to stand but fell again. His right arm was bleeding heavily.
A glow started to grow in the dark. A flashing image made of light appeared. It slowly turned into a globe and in that globe appeared Narxes’s face.
“Zehir is that you? What’s going on, where are you?” It took him some time to realize what was happening but when he did Zehir managed to answer.
“I have no idea! I’m chained in a basement as you can see! Can this magic do something more – can you teleport me?” His mentor raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you asking me for help? You can do it yourself. Anyway, I have something really important to tell you. There is much trouble here and there is a Wizard that wants to take your place in the Circle. He’s very powerful and he actually reminds me of your father.” Zehir tried not to show his shock. That sounded really bad. “You don’t have much time, the others want him to be the First of the Circle, and they think you have abandoned us. Come back as soon as you can! Time is running low and you don’t have more than two weeks. Hurry!”
The image faded. Zehir was breading heavily and was trying to think of a plan. He didn’t have the chance to tell Narxes what was going on and probably his mentor would also loose fate in him. There was no way to escape.
He heard some voices nearby. He recognized Markal’s voice which made him extremely mad. But then Zehir recognized another familiar voice, too.
“Don’t worry my dear apprentice - I’ll help you. But you know that I don’t do favors for nothing. I’m sure that you had a reason to delay my attack against the elves but why are you stopping me from destroying the Silver Cities? If Cyrus lives again we will just kill him again. This time they can’t stop me.”
“They can’t for sure. The one who helped them last time won’t help them again. It was some woman, she was really not that important because no one remembers her. They will pay for all they’ve done my ex teacher.” Zehir was shivering. His head was going to explode. He couldn’t believe how blind he was not to see how evil and double-crossing the Phoenix Lady was.
“Why did you use “ex”? Won’t we work together again my dear Sonia?”
“No, Markal, this time you will work for me and you know that well enough. You don’t want to angry my master. Release Zehir and feel free to attack the elves. And remember – my master wants their king alive! But you can kill everybody else.”
Zehir couldn’t believe his ears. He was so shocked that he even didn’t realize that he was teleported somewhere else. He was lying on the ground and he could hear some elves near him. He even saw his old friend Findan far away among the trees. He was calling someone named Natasha and then run away from there. When Zehir stood up on his feet he saw the Phoenix Lady in front of him.
“You have to thank me for saving you. Markal was planning to turn you into a Lich.”
“I won’t thank you. I’ve heard you. So you participated in the murder of my father! You helped Markal’s escape from exile! You are in this thing with the reviving! I don’t even know who you are! Are you Eleanor or Sonia or Natasha…? Are you this Phoenix Lady that is insane and selfish and evil and… I just don’t want to see you ever again! You disgust me!” Zehir turned his back on her. He knew that she would probably kill him but he didn’t care. He was too upset to. Everything had gone wrong, everything and it was only his fault.
“For you I’ll always be Eleanor. And I’m happy that you finally admitted that I repulse you. Face it – I’ve changed. We are no longer on the same side. Next time I see you I’ll kill you. Don’t try to find me or to stop me – you will only make your death sooner. Goodbye, Zehir!”
The Wizard was standing and looking in a blank spot for a couple of minutes. Then he started to walk. He soon found a mounted Unicorn that was most surely left for him. He climbed on it and got out of the forest. He had to leave Findan; he didn’t have a choice this time. It was most important to go back in the Silver Cities. It was going to be a long road and he had to cross the entire Unicorn Empire as well. Maybe there he would actually manage to help.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted February 18, 2011 09:39 PM |
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Well, that's an interesting turn in the story...  So who's side is she really on? Her own? Is she even the same person story-to-story?
Gnomes is completely confused... 
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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evinin
Supreme Hero
Servant of Asha
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posted February 18, 2011 09:41 PM |
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Edited by evinin at 21:41, 18 Feb 2011.
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Well, that's an interesting turn in the story... So who's side is she really on? Her own? Is she even the same person story-to-story?
Gnomes is completely confused...
That was the goal, gnomes. 
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted February 18, 2011 09:52 PM |
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Well, that's an interesting turn in the story... So who's side is she really on? Her own? Is she even the same person story-to-story?
Gnomes is completely confused...
That was the goal, gnomes.
... But, I but... *Cries*
But seriously, I might need to know for my fic. 
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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evinin
Supreme Hero
Servant of Asha
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posted February 18, 2011 09:56 PM |
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But seriously, I might need to know for my fic.
Like I said - the best thing about the Phoenix Lady is that she is a double-crossing sick-minded mad freak. You can use her as you like - she can be on your side or not (nothing can be sure with her, I thought that I made that clear)
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markkur
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Once upon a time
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posted February 19, 2011 08:03 PM |
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Edited by markkur at 20:12, 19 Feb 2011.
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Fog of War
Arantir tossed the letter on the table.
“How do we know this came from Vladimir?”
Ornella came back from a shelf covered in old tomes and scrolls.
“It is his script. I’m sure of it. Look at this spell he wrote long ago. See? The S’ are all thin and snakelike.”
"It looks like his scribbling but that's not what I mean. He could have been forced to write that letter."
“How”? said Zoltan. "What does he care that much about? “
“You’re right...well, about that much anyway.”
“But how did this get by Giovanni or Lucretia? It’s hard to believe getting a message out would be this easy.”
“Arantir, they may have delayed battle but I doubt they think there is a ghost of a chance of losing it.” Ornella smiled at the slip, their leader was too deep in thought to catch it.
“They probably think all is already well in hand and what could one lone necromancer do? So he was probably able to get help from someone there that has little more confidence in Giovanni then you.” Everyone frowned.
Ornella agreed with Zoltan.
“He must have found a way. Let’s just use this info and be done with this. We are not going to know for a while and maybe never. We’ve been expecting an attack and now it comes. Maybe that Phoenix rider has something to do with this. Maybe she helped”
Arantir’s face looked as if he had been searching a crystal ball for an image that was getting more cloudy instead of turning clear. “
I hadn’t thought about her being mixed up in this, maybe that's true. But why? Too much unknown!”
Then for the first time in several days Arantir's confidance was unmistakable. He grabbed the Netherworld staff and whirled towards the chamber door with his cloak flapping about his sides.
“Let’s get to the army.”
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The trick had worked, Arantir was swayed amid the uncertainty in trusting the letter and so Giovanni’s plan worked. When he talked with his sister about the numbers of troops he had, he made sure that they would be close enough for Vladimir to hear with a little effort but without making it look obvious. He even planned a fake “Let’s talk somewhere else” that ended the conversation but only after the false information was spoken. Then a grumbling zombie guard , pretending defection to Arantir and betrayal of Giovanni was made to speed south on a bone dragon and then dropped off near the enemy lines.
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The valley between the hills was choked full of struggling bones and green bodies, hacking rotting flesh. Dodging and darting capes and cloaks of different sizes, fought fiercely amid a fury of vapor trails. Groups speeding up with slashing swords lopping off skulls in frantic swings. Others suddenly slowing as if being held in place.. Then spikes ripped upward through the earth and the loud sound of snapping and cracking, as the destroyed dead piled up.
"Zoltan Now! Get that group back! We need to keep the lines solid in front of the liches."
Ornella was spent. She had just did the same for a mass of skeleton archers and now was back to swinging her sword. Slashing at a small group of wights, she took down several and made a path to get to the center. She was trying to get to Arantir.
“Maybe we will be able to hold this valley. We must hold this valley! “,he yelled. He could hear Zoltan’s booming voice coming in and out to his ears amid the battle’s din. “
“To the center! That large mass! Fire there! Keep it up.”
A large volley of arrows sailed through the air and was then followed by dozens of thin puke-green streaks that blasted the massed vampires. Just when another wave of the deadly volleys arced into that part of the battle-field and many more vampires had crumpled and fell, Arantir saw Giovanni’s plan unfold in front of him. Two large battle-lines of liches, liches the letter said he didn’t have...suddenly came into the open from behind tree-lines and fired.
Hundreds of Arantir’s shooters fell after the first return volley of the battle from the invaders. Giovanni has liches! And they were fresh on the battlefield. Quickly they fired again from the protected positions behind their now surging line. Lucretia's vampires, renewed their assault after seeing the enemy dropping like flies just when they had started to waver in trying to gain the summit of the hills. Groups of zombies were already starting to grunt victory. The deadlock was ending. 
Several enemy wights assaulted Arantir and as he swung his sword, an unfamiliar yell echoed near him and several heads fell in unison. "Now you trigger! No wonder you lay hid for so long." Then he thought about his staff. "Worthless!" Giovanni had one too.
Arantir looked around for his lieutenants. He could see Ornella and she appeared to be fighting her way to him. He looked towards where Zoltan was standing and at that moment the second lich attack hit the entire region of his shooters. Zoltan disappeared in the large blast. Vapor and fog quickly deepened on the hilltop to a thick green soup and Arantir could see nothing of what was happening there now. He could not see the necromancer nor any other standing creature.
Arantir stood in center of his line, between the hills as if he were in shock, but he wasn‘t, he was deciding what to do. Zoltan was down, maybe lost and too far away to get to now. He turned back to the battle.
"That letter! Why did I use it?!" He saw the other hill take a hit.
"We have to get more fire-power! We have to keep an advantage!"
"Pull back to the Keep! Back to the walls. To the Castle!."
Everywhere his commands were echoed, by the valley and other voices. As he watched his remaining troops trying to break of battle while others were already running to his Keep, Ornella rode up, passing the shattered well.
“To the Castle my Lord, it’s not over yet!”
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"Do your own research"
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evinin
Supreme Hero
Servant of Asha
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posted February 19, 2011 08:29 PM |
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A really interesting battle, Mark. Just to know if I got it right - Arantir's troops are retreating in the Castle and the enemy follows them?
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Duncan
Famous Hero
The Pathfinder
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posted February 20, 2011 12:21 PM |
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Turn of the Tide
“They will pay… It’s mostly sure now! My master promised me that! I will avenge my death in the past! I’ll control the entire empire!”
“You will control only in your death soon enough, Laszlo…”
He punched Valeria in her face for those words. “They’ll come for you soon. In the end of the week I’ll send you to your doom. They have already fallen in my trap.” After throwing those words, Laszlo clutched his fists then laughed. First it sounded like a mumble, then it went louder and louder. It echoed in that dark room as if a thousand soldiers cheering over a recent victory.
Valeria could not help but to think that this might be the turn of the tide for the Unicorn Empire. This chaos just seemed too big. Not to mention there must be a great force behind it—such a force that brought Laszlo back alive. Laszlo had been using the word “master” to signify this greater being. It was difficult for her to continue analyzing the situation; she was in heavy pain after being tortured endlessly. But she could hear Laszlo’s last words before leaving that room.
“Count your days, that’s certain. Now I’m going to proclaim myself as King.” Another horrible laugh followed Laszlo’s footsteps leaving Valeria in agony.
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Dougal had been standing in that chamber for five minutes since he was summoned. He had made Duncan aware of his presence, but so far there were no words from him. While thinking if he should ask for permission to be dismissed, Dougal finally heard a few words.
“I haven’t been myself lately,” was the first sentence. Duncan then turn himself facing Dougal. “I can’t think clearly, I don’t know what to do, I’m completely stunned by all that happen surrounding us.” He took several steps closer to Dougal, but kept his sight at the window. He then continued, “You can’t blame anyone for taking the leadership from me in this pressing moment. I’m not your official leader, to start with. The Queen is. But no one knows where she is now.” Duncan’s voice became heavy on that last sentence as were in the previous similar occasions lately.
Dougal had a few options on his mind. Is that what bothering you, my Lord? I can understand your situation, my Lord. What can I do for you, my Lord? But he remained silent. He didn’t want to repeat what had happened in the meeting hall. He could figure what would follow.
“Since I’m incapable of leading you through this hard time, I have no objection letting General Klaus and Priest Tomas taking over. I would rather see that than to hear from our people that the empire is leaderless. That is what we need to regain trust from the people.”
“I have no doubt for General, my Lord. But the other two are plain opportunists who will seize this chance for their personal agenda in the future.”
“Do not doubt Sir Stefan. A harsh leader he may be, but his heart is still with the empire. After all, infantries are just like him. Klaus, on the other hand, is often hesitant and I’m afraid when the time comes, he is going to make wrong decision. As to Priest Tomas, I can sense he’s up to something. But we need him more than ever for now.”
“I trust your evaluation, my Lord.” Dougal bowed in respect.
“That is why I want you to work with Tomas, and Klaus with Stefan. The four of you must split into two groups like that before we can bring more reinforcement. You must watch each other’s back, in such a way that… if you understand me?”
“I do. You want us to work together and spy each other at the same time?”
Alas. Am I that blunt to have to explicitly express that, Dougal thought. But Duncan did not pay attention to Dougal who was quickly embarrassed after saying that.
“I trust you more than the rest, so I’m counting on you while I’m gone. This will be the last arrangement before I leave.”
“Where would you go, Sire?” Dougal was somewhat shocked. A few seconds earlier he was content noting Duncan’s leadership seemed returning with the arrangement. What he heard afterward was something he had not expected.
“I need to go dark, to find our Queen. I cannot do it with everybody watching.” Duncan paused for a moment, then continued, “That we were unable to trace her before only means one thing: she did not want to be followed. She cleansed her track because she knew I would follow and search for her. She did not want that.”
Why? Nobody knew. Did it have anything to do with the current events? Or was it about the marriage? No one but Freyda herself could answer. But Duncan had another plan before starting the search. He remembered his old wizard friend, Zehir, once during the previous war mentioned something—or someone—whom any of them could seek for advice during unbearable crises. Phoenix Lady was the name. Zehir also pointed out her location although Duncan never went there.
In clear conscience, as if he could read Duncan’s mind, Dougal said, “Pardon me asking you something, my Lord?”
“Yes?”
“Is the Empire Seal with you?”
“Of course not. Otherwise I would not have any problem convincing the people.” Duncan knew where Dougal was heading to by that question. He replied anyway so that Dougal could finish conveying what was on his mind.
“Then the Queen must have left not because of her personal affairs. If she carries with her the Seal, whatever her matters must be official, for she would need it in due course.”
Not that such thinking never crossed his mind, but hearing it from his trusted aid gave Duncan more relief. Often he wondered if marriage was the reason of Freyda’s disappearance, but such was just too tall a thought. Nevertheless Dougal’s words brought more confidence for his further actions.
“You are right, my friend. I’ve actually been thinking of that myself. Now I need to make sure that the Queen will not run into trouble. She sometimes overestimates herself, and I fear danger is lingering in front of her path.” After the recurring silence, Duncan gave his last words to Dougal, “You may dismiss now, and let Klaus and Tomas aware of my arrangement. And should they ask about me, just tell them that I’m searching for the Queen.”
‘My friend.’ As far as he recalled, that was the first time Lord Duncan ever addressed him with that. My loyalty pays off, Dougal thought, happily. And with that thought the loyal and humble Dougal left the chamber.
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Fire lit in the bushes as a small band of burning creatures speedily ran across. It quickly set off but sparked in other tiles where those creatures landed. A pack of imps and demons led by a demon lord was the cause. As they moved forward, everything they touched on earth was in flame burning. Seemingly ran in haste as if being chased, the leader of the pack was instead smiling.
“Run faster, lads! Precious gifts have been waiting for us in return of this service,” roared Grok to some demons who were lagging behind. He maintained devilish grin on his face as he said that. Even with running backward, his speed was unmatched.
I have beaten Rutger this time, Grok thought to himself. Something big in Ashan had set in motion, but he cared less for anything except this task. He was ordered to outrun Rutger back from Grimheim and passed the wrong message to the Unicorn Empire. He successfully accomplished that. Why, for what purpose, what events would follow as the result; none did matter. All that mattered for him was to beat his archrival Rutger and fool the Unicorn Empire. He was aware though, that his mission would prevent the dwarven army to be in touch with the Unicorn Empire. Grok also noted the returning of the red band in south, and as he passed some of the villages he heard about Laszlo’s resurrection and that he now proclaimed himself as king in the absence of the Unicorn Empire’s leadership.
Absent of leadership? So Queen Freyda was missing? And since this happened prior to her wedding with Lord Duncan… He got the picture. Again, he would not want to go further thinking other people’s business. Rutger was beaten, that’s it.
An imp came back with a message of roadblock ahead. They have to turn to the other path. Grok hated this alternate path for this would bring him to open land, but the glittering reward on his mind urged him to rush back to Sheogh. It would delay him and his band reaching the underground entrance, but that was all the risk.
Or so he thought.
As they went to the open ground, still running and flaming all over the grass they stepped in, Grok could not help rethinking the leadership issue befallen on the Unicorn Empire. Was there a reasonable explanation? “Why I keep thinking this? My business is over and done!” Grok began more and more confused. For a demon, hunch is like a lighthouse. When it is positive, it is synonymous to successful execution of devilish plans. When it is negative, it means the contrary. “Or maybe it is because of this open ground?” Grok wondered. And the roadblock? Why was there a roadblock? Maybe I should go back and check?
But it was too late. Before they reached hilltop, a few griffins, zealots, and angels suddenly appeared and stood in front of them. Those enemies were led by a heroine, from whom Grok could hear her greetings.
“Hello, Grok.”
There she was, on her steed wearing a shining breastplate with a glowing big sword in her right hand and silver shield on her left. She did not wear a helmet, so anyone could see her face. Battle hardened, unrivalled beauty and uncompromised leadership—there was no doubt, it was Queen Freyda.
Grok hardly could do anything before Freyda shouted “Chaaarge!!” He pulled back in fear as the angelic forces swamped his helpless band.
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But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it.
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Duncan
Famous Hero
The Pathfinder
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posted February 20, 2011 12:34 PM |
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Well, spent quite some time on that last one. Hope it was worth it 
@evinin: Now that I have made a short introduction of Freyda, I'm ready to write her fic next week. So a letter for her and a narrative for Duncan, for two fics (one for each of them) next week, that's what I should do, right?
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But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it.
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evinin
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Servant of Asha
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posted February 20, 2011 01:45 PM |
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Very good job, Duncan, interesting final. Yes, you have to right two Fics but then you are free to combine them. So... It's Sunday anyway. We have Freyda, Kujin, Isabel, Ylaya and maybe Raelag. Any wishes?
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gnomes2169
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Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted February 20, 2011 02:49 PM |
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Raelag!
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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evinin
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Servant of Asha
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posted February 20, 2011 03:12 PM |
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I said "maybe", gnomes, don't jump for the most uncertain thing.
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markkur
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Legendary Hero
Once upon a time
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posted February 20, 2011 07:53 PM |
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A really interesting battle, Mark. Just to know if I got it right - Arantir's troops are retreating in the Castle and the enemy follows them?
Correct. "A last stand situation". At least that's what it looks like at the moment
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evinin
Supreme Hero
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posted February 20, 2011 09:38 PM |
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Ok, now... So - I'll write narratives for Mark, Gnomes and Duncan only. We will have to find a "home" for all the other characters. If someone doesn't want to have another character, he can just merge him into his story. I'll take Isabel.
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gnomes2169
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Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted February 20, 2011 10:56 PM |
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Alright, as stated before...
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Raelag!
(If it works)
Otherwise, I could play as Ylaia... No promises on staying IC though...
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markkur
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Legendary Hero
Once upon a time
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posted February 20, 2011 10:57 PM |
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An idea; Since we have 2 people that need more time at the moment and some characters to sort out etc. how about waiting for the next narrative till next week...the 28th? That would give us all a little more time to focus on the other characters as what we might do.
@LordGodric
Sorry I missed that post earlier. Hope things work out quickly for you.
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PeterFarkas
Adventuring Hero
LeBronTosaurus
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posted February 21, 2011 12:27 PM |
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At least I am here now, hope I'm in time.
Have a nice day,
PF
Stupid dream, really, what I just had. I was standing beside a phoenix, and it called me to sit on its back. Personally, I would have preferred a Cyclops much better but in my dream I actually did. Suddenly, I heard warcries and as I turned back, I saw armies of goblins, orcs and steel men charging towards me. But at the same time, some other phoenixes appeared beside mine. They were all carrying a rider and some faces were very familiar, most of them met at Talonguard, some totally unknown. As the soldiers got closer and closer, all the birds burst out into such heating flame that no one was able to get close to them. No one was able to hurt them. Pretty handy ability this was.
This was the moment when I woke up to the bitter reality. This weak had been a true nightmare. First, we ran into an army led by one of Alaric’s minions. It was not as huge as expected but after seeing that he was using orcs to fight against us, our courage and bloodlust began to dissolve. I ordered my troops to run. This was a new situation, although not that new. I cursed in myself that I didn’t listen to that red-white flying menace. And just a few hours later, when I was preparing my troops to a new battle, trying to rebuild their ferocity, we were attacked by Gorshak’s hordes. It was a disaster, and I thought it was the moment when I would meet my fate. But Gorshak decided to humiliate me further, as I managed to survive his attack. He found out another fate.
He sold me as a slave to a caravan leader, to make me feel the fate of my ancestors. So, this way I got locked in chains, into a prison on the bottom of a coliseum. And I knew that next day I was going into the arena, as a gladiator. Slowly, I managed to fall asleep again, this time, dreamless.
I woke up for the sounds of horns and I found some armor and weaponry in my cell. To not be khan or to die, the letter said. Seemed like I had chances to do both. But anyway, I was a child of Kunyak, and if Father Sky wanted me, the former khan of all orcs, to fight and die this way, then I was ready for it. Some legends said that the old Barbarian kings managed to kill entire armies all by themselves. Honorable, really.
When the cell door opened, I rushed right into the arena. The crowd was booing. Fortunately, there were no orcs inside and I did hope that nobody recognized me. The main idiot really did not seem to do that. But when I saw what was standing ahead of me, frankly, I was shocked a bit. I was going to fight against a Behemoth, a legendary beast that was said to live also on the steppes of Ranaar. Because of the booing and the excited cheers of the crowd, I was only able to hear two words: freedom, and fight, than a bang of a gong. For the last, the mighty behemoth was released.
As any being living in Ranaar, it rushed. I tried to shout at him but he didn’t give any sign of fear, so I jumped over and let the beast run beside me. For a moment I was really hesitating about what I would be able to do without an army beside me. If I could use the crowd’s anger against the Behemoth – but they were clearly not on my side and that really mattered.
Actually, I didn’t know Behemoths and I paid for this, the beast was faster than I could imagine and almost ripped my head apart from my body with his huge claws. I just managed to jump away so it hit my shoulder instead. This really rose up my fury and I attacked the beast, trying to hit it on the leg, but its skin was much harder than I expected. It roared and suddenly, all the crowd has gone silent and even my blood was chilling. Luckily I didn’t see his face but I had an idea that required looking right into his eyes. I started climbing up on his leg, and even further on his back, counting on the fact that he wouldn’t like to chop himself with his claws. I also used my sword to sting him where I could but these were really just stings, until I reached his head. He tried to turn and bite me but I was just a little bit faster and stuck the rusty sword in his eyes, one after the other. The beast was shaking, roaring and collapsing fast. I tried to hold on his hair, and at the same time, I threw the sword in his mouth.
“Eat this!” I shouted but I hardly heard my voice. The only thing I managed to hear was the loud sound of bones and muscles crashing to the ground.
As I stood up, the crowd was booing loudly until the main idiot stood up as well. Clearly, there were no many spectators who would have liked to see me alive.
The king – or no matter who it was just he wore the most gold and looked the fattest and the grumpiest of them all – spoke and suddenly, nobody else did the same.
“You are brave and clever, slave.” he said, affectingly. “As I always keep my word, I’ll let you go free.”
“Who you talking?” I shouted.
“I am King Strom, ruler of the southern seas.” he replied but as if we were not walking on the same planet.
“King Strom, I speak to you as ruler to ruler. I, Gotai Khan swear to Father Sky, that we shall meet once again, in different circumstances.”
“Don’t think so.” he said and lay back on his huge butt.
At least, he did keep his word. In an hour, I got a fresh horse and the leather armor that I wore in the arena. No sword, of course, they weren’t able to get it out of the behemoth’s throat.
I was on my own now. Against the world, like I started but not just the same. I had more enemies now. Much more, in fact. And I had to decide which one to take on first.
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evinin
Supreme Hero
Servant of Asha
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posted February 21, 2011 03:24 PM |
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Very interesting, Peter, nice turn, right on time.
Here's what I think we should do - no narrative this week. If you want a second character, say it, I'll send you a letter, write a Fic about the character and then combine him with your other character next week. If you don't know much, anything or don't remember something about a character, write me a personal message so I can tell you his/her story.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted February 21, 2011 05:23 PM |
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Alright... I've decided to do Ylaya. (Apparently, that's how her name is spelled)
Message for help sent!
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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