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Title: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by the Dark Sun on 06/01/02 at 03:45:56 *not for suggestions or comments about role-playing, but instead, for the expression of role-playing for any who want to participate* I am Bishop DragonTongue. I was born in a world far removed from Nightmist, though not so different from it. Adventure has enticed and haunted me for many decades now, and as age begins to wear me down I find myself compelled to sit and talk of my journeys with like-minded comrades. I’ve been here in Nightmist for some time now, experiencing the Nightmist of old, before the mist returned and rent asunder all that was known to us. Fortunately all was restored, although much different than it had been. New and exciting, the mist recreated Nightmist as if from scratch – again. Many are still adventuring to this day that knew the world of old, some still struggling for a firm grasp on the new world before them. Still the mist surrounds us, if you travel far enough, forming a wall of nothingness that encases us all. I suspect though, that the mist is still building, still assembling a strange and adventure-filled would around us. I realize I am not known to many of you, and hardly known to those of you who do recognize me, but that is my way – it has always been, even before I came here. The wounds I carry from my adventures far from Nightmist, the companions I lost, still weigh heavy on my soul. I do wish you well though, for I know the way of the adventurer, I wish you much luck; adventurous souls will need it. I offer you a seat; rest and tell us your stories… (kicks his feet up on the table, leans back and lights and old, intricately carved pipe – relaxed, except that he frequently looks around the room as a man who was hunted might do) - - - - - - - I am Khellondros. I emerged from the mists second coming different to what I was before. Although I possess the memory of what things once were I no longer wield the power I once did, and my body is forever changed. I spend more time listening to talk of others adventures than adventuring myself, as though that part of me was lost in the murk of the mist's return. My grasp on the workings of this new world are slim at best, I am lost and alone without the help of others. Instead I sit and dream of other worlds, letting this one pass me by. I listen rather than talk, so, like Bishop DragonTongue, few of you really know me. I long for the return of the power the mist stripped from me, but I lack the patience to once again gain it. Instead, in my dreams of other lands, I have power, power that one day I dream of revealing to all. This mist embedded a ‘darkness’ in my soul not present before, and since its return I have felt it growing inside of me. This darkness is part of the power I dream of unleashing. Until my day once again comes, I am happy in this world to watch the comings and goings of others, and to gather what information I can that I believe will one day be of use to me. So it is I join Bishop at his table, and wait to see what the open door brings. *draws a chair to Bishops table, pulls his black robes around his face, and sits hunched, eyes glinting inside the hood.* - - - - - - - My name is Alita; I join this table because I am lost in this new world. The world before the mists coming was almost on its knees to me, but now I am the one praying that I'm not the next victim. I was always a listener, be it as someone looking for stories to tell or as a spy looking for the foreknowledge that could save my friends. My friends, almost all of them never stepped back out of the mist after its second coming, how I miss my friends. I have to say that the days of old are much changed to those of present, the power that is held fluctuates more rapidly, and those that hold it are prone to being held by it. There are more gods now, but there are more believers to follow them. I feel this place is a home now, there are people here that will sit and tell a story, their story, and they are the best stories to hear. *sits at the table, smiles warmly at the others and takes a book, quill and ink from a bag so that these stories may be remembered forever* - - - - - - - I am Valentine. Stories of the Nightmist before the second coming stir my memory, but I was too young to recall much more than vague images. The priests of Nightmist protected me—that is all I am certain of. Such has been the way of my life since I was discovered at the Nightmist church as nothing more than an orphaned baby. The realm of the priests holds many differences from what most describe as the real world, which rarely makes sense to me. Perhaps I had been sheltered too much. One truth I have learned to believe is there are no absolute truths; only those who wish to enforce their truths on others. As grateful as I am to the priests who had cared for me for so long, I realize I must discover my own beliefs. A girl can hide in a church for only so long. And so I wander. I help those in need, knowing that the favor will most likely never be returned. I pray often, hoping to find a place where the world inside the church seamlessly melds with the world outside. If you know of such a place, I would ask that you take me there. Outside these protective walls is a world far too unfriendly for a lone cleric to journey. With your protection, I could travel. *stands a fair distance from the group; she is accustomed to the prejudice against her youth* - - - - - - - Most of you know me as Jade. My take is sad, but a true one none-the-less. Born from death, and not knowing my parents, i learned early on to make my own way in the world. I learned the ways of the soundrel, taking what i needed to survive. I am not proud of the life i have had to live, but i am very good at it. I am too young to know of the world before, but i have been here since the beginning of this.... Nightmare! I have wantched it grow into what it is today. I have seen cities spring up from nothing(apparently spit from the mist surrounding us) and i have seen creatures from nightmares. I've seen all types of peoples, both good and bad( I prefer to take what i need from the bad). And so far i have managed to stay one step ahead of death. I have few friends, but they are fierce and loyal, and quick to band together against a common foe. The type of friends anyone would be proud to have. And i have a few enemies, but i dont worry to much about them, like i said, im good at what i do. And one of the things i do is hide, it has kept me alive much more than any other ability i possess. I look forward to the day when i no longer have to hide, but untill then i will continue to stay hidden from my enemies. And i will also remember that the enemy of my enemy is my friend(ussually), and will do what i can to shelter those less fortunate than me. For i remember the day when i didnt have these skills of mine, and the trouble i had in avoiding the chaos that is the new world. I hope my tale is at least informing, if not enjoyable. Well met, and good journeys!! Leaves quietly the same way she came in, unseen by most, and hopefully, ignored by the rest. - - - - - - - ::Has a seat by the table:: I am known by the name Cristo, and oh, what have I gone trough. I was born alone, for my parents would not have me. I learned the arcane arts, but they wouldn't bring peace. Oh yes, then I came here.. In a few days I had friends and power, and I've grown even stronger since then.. I've seen alot, too much one would say. Friendship, love, lies, betrayal.. Death.. Everything. It would take me a lifetime to tell the entire story, for I have lived one to learn it. I gave up gaining more strenght, glory and riches, for I have no potential in that. I've only learned from my journeys that I should not trust anyone completely.. Oh yes, I've been a mage traveling the lands in search for power. I've reached almost ultimate power through clans, and I've fought the temption to betray my master when I was the Grand Magus of a clan I yet pay some tribute to. Oh yes, and I was there when NightBreed fell. What a grim day, and what a wind.. I could hear it whisper my name, and out of the dust my throne would rise. But no, the gods wished this not. And neither did I, and so said all the work they did was meaningless and empty.. I've stood infront of many things, and every time I've had to realize, that sometimes only you yourself can do something about things.. What could I have done then? Prahaps spare the gods from some useless work. Anyhow, enough of my boring history. ::He looks away for awhile before he continues:: I have a tale to tell, the tale of a man known as Elias Breezecape. He was a young man, in a village of religious people. He had inherited his mothers witchcraft abilities, though he was still unaware of them.. And so the story goes, that trough his fear he would freeze everything, and the land where he stood would always be frozen.. Ofcourse, he was rejected from the village. They now say that he travels the countryside, freezing all in his wake.. Nobody knows, if he'd come here we might all freeze to death. ::He grins abit, closing his eyes:: I sit here with all of you, because I have nothing better to do. I've gone trough everything I feel is worth going trough. Most of you here have seen this land trough ages when I did not even know of it's existance, but my passion is over.. I no longer find it fulfilling to wander and fight, gather glory and riches.. So here I am, with all of you people, and I enjoy the simple things of life. Tales, company, and good mead. ::He rises a toast:: To the tales. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by the Dark Sun on 06/01/02 at 03:46:44 (cont.) Bishop DragonTongue One of my dear friends I lost long ago, outside the realm of Nightmist. His name was Kavin. He was a valiant Ranger, his skills fighting with two long swords was astounding. He was soft-spoken and not terribly outgoing, but whenever we faced a battle he would spring into action formulating a plan. I probably wouldn’t be here today if not for his brilliant combat tactics. We had been on many adventures in this valley, the location of the town of Seville, for over a year. Our party had shrunk and was growing again, Kavin and I being the last two original members of the 6 or more that comprised the party at that point. We were following the directions of a couple of old map fragments, which had led us down the old well in the witch’s vale. Funny to think how many times we walked past it before, not realizing the goal of our quest was so close. Not long after entering these underground tunnels, we came to a giant chasm – unbelievable in it’s enormity. A long stone bridge stretched across leading to a large set of doors on the other side. At that time I was in possession of a ring of flying, and my …paranoid nature caused me to be very leery of this situation, so I took to the air and began to examine the space about the bridge, mainly beneath it. One of those times I tried to be brave and ended up being the fool. It took me a short time to conclude that the bridge held no trap or ambush of any kind, so the party proceeded to the doors on the other side. I had noticed in my scouting that the floor of the chasm, some one hundred plus feet down, was scattered with debris, possibly valuable equipment from previous expeditions. So, naturally, I investigated. Unfortunately, what had initially appeared to be stalagmites on the chasm floor turned out to be ‘Ropers’, one of which managed to snare me with its tentacle. At roughly that same time, the party had just engaged in combat themselves with two very large stone golems that guarded the doors on the far side of the bridge. I struggled to break free of the roper’s grasp in vain for several minutes, suffering many injuries as it, and other ropers pummeled me with their tentacle attacks. I was finally able to free myself and fly to safety thanks to the help from one of the party members imp familiar. (that’s another story) I arrived, severely battered, at the doors where the golem battle was just ending to discover that Kavin had just fallen. We had endured so many challenges together... That moment still seems like an eternity, an eternity of sorrow. I think I developed a quite bitter attitude at that point. That’s when I took lead of the party, a role quite unnatural to me. That was actually my second loss in the span of one day, but that’s a story for another time. - - - - - - - Jennifer (see below) - - - - - - - I am Dunadan, I have many other names as well. I was born in a land far away in the east. i am of noble blood but my family was outcast to afraid to return the the kingdom wich so rightfully was ours, but we did not care life was fine, as a child i lived in a magical land of elves. i spent much of my time playing and wondering in the forests, i came to know them well but soon fate brought me away i was drivin to the south where i helped fight a war, there i learned many secrets of healing and fighting i became a man of great honor but i was homesick so i left the war torn lands. and when i returned home my mother was dead. and my love was gone from those once so magical lands, so i went into the forests and condemmed myself to a life of wandering i eventually wanderd into a vast desert i was astonished for i found many creatures of emense strengths wich i had never encounterd befor but i kept going till i came to the woods i found animals that were normal. but they were mean and corrupted i realized this land was foul and i must help to destroy the foul things living here since then i have been told i am a druid, i have fought for honor and rights i do not slay human flesh, evil or not. I am Dunadan lord of the Dunadain, men of the west, king of far kingdoms, outcast..., and eventually i hope to return to my homeland and find my beloved, then go to my kingdom and rid the evils that plague the lands then i will take the throne and i will become king Dunadan and i will rule with a kind healing hand...... but my story isnt finished yet...... o yes excuse my rudness *pulls a chair and sits down, he pulls a pipe out and asks bishop for a light, he puffs large smoke rings and reamins quiet as if thinking of many adventures and horrors of long ago and dreaming of new ones to be had. thank you for alowing me to sit and speek of stories old. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Jenni on 06/01/02 at 22:20:25 I am Jennifer, also As-Known-As Nurse_Jennifer when I was young....Lots of People thought I was born in the City of Nightmist as most of you are....I was atually born in a place called Syndar and I was a natural cleric.....I was born in a wealthy family in the City of Terra in Syndar, I have a total of 4 brothers and I am the oldest of all. One day, My father took me out Boating Tarnok Lake. There was a storm, a huge one. The biggest I have ever seen in my whole life. My father drowned in the horrible weather but I was able to hang on the rowing boat. After that I was probally Fainted...When I woke up I found myself in the shore of a river (which is now the river near Triken) I was then rescued by a hafling ranger, in that time I was fasinated by the skills of ranger in this strange place. The old ranger taught me the skills of being a ranger. After months gone by, the ranger died. Before she die, she told me to find to City of Nightmist and Learn special skills there. She also told me there is away to get back to Syndar...take JLH's skull and throw it in to the River of Triken...Then the soul of JLH will take me back to Syndar. For years now I have been learning skills of a Ranger, I have not even close to being JLH's opponnent. Hoping somebody will help me, I decided to gather up a tribe to assainate JLH, soon however they decided it wasn't a good plan and ran for other clans. I decided I will stay in Nightmist until the day I DIE! I now live in the hidden village of Winslan, east of Jahanna. I am learning alot of desert survival skills there. Also publishing "The Nightmist Sun" I come to Nightmist every month to pick up articles written by my writers and also my some goods for my friends Angel_Blade and Shannon. Living in such a quiet life. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 06/02/02 at 01:27:48 (This is not dunadan, simply his friend at his house) (Kicks Up a chair and begins his story) I am Nameless_Hero, mortal warrior from the lands of the east. Many people do not know who I am, And that is to be expected. As I am always cautious, as I learned after my large mistake of trying to contain the essence of the devil. It all started at the time when I was a mere lad... My small town of Pern Vally was in terror of a wizzard, Tuatha, he resurected a dead cleric only known of in our town's ancient lore. His resurection, done by pure evil, The Clerics rage from dieing overan him. He began to bring back the resurected souls of lost soldiers, and controlled their minds into thinking bad of the residents in my town. Soon, even Tuatha could not control this evil hord and was killed by his own minions, And then the Cleric claimed the title "The Zombie King." He was a large threat to the town of Pern Valley, or perhaps, the entire world! I trained myself in the arenas, and challenged the undead-horror. I succeded, but to no prevail, as the Hell-beast Diablo himself brought him back to his hell-saken life...... ("Waiter!, another jug of gin! Excuse me, I'll finish this story in a while") |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 06/02/02 at 02:28:24 * thank you old friend, that was an enjoyable tale, I hope to hear the rest of it. Now it is my turn I will tell you of a story of the war in my kingdom....... After I left from the elven lands I did not first head south to the dark war *shudders I went east to the moutains of Nordain, for no particular reason except i wanted to. and on my travels i came to a town, a town called Fondor. After many days of wandering i was tired so i went to the local pub, it was called tern or torth or something like that, in it I passed by an old man, i paid no attention to him, but as i was heading for a stool he called me to his table. I thought to myself why not andi sat down, I found out his name was Tanorath the dark. In our conversasion he said he sensed something in me, a noble power, a greatness of beings, i told him i had spent many years with the elves, he seemed to be content with that answer. He called me a powerfull daenk (a name for a wanderer, one who knows much of the wild [a druid] that is common in the far east) he asked me for help in the destruction of a growing power of darkness that was in the area. I agreed, me being the sensable kind of guy who loved his life,not so i left with him. He showed me to a camp just outside of town, tanorath told me he had beeen asembaling an army to destroy the evil presense ( some great army I thought, about 12 people). He introduced me to the members of the camp,Gardold,Jacks, tineran the white, fartold (gartold's brother) ,jerinine, bonimor, and ethinorem.Little did i know that these people would become my best friends. After training , both physicly and mentally ,Tanorath said it was time to go, we loaded our gear, got on the horses and ran like the wind. It would be a days journey from the camp to the cursed area. As we came farther from the town the land became desolate and plants and animals became scarce.Soon in the distance i could make out a castle on the horizon. Soon that small speck of a castle bacame a huge towering maze of pillars, towars and buildings of all asortments.It's quiet said Jerinine i agreed whith him, we enterd a courtyard with many doors leading from it. we wonderd wich way to go, then suddenly out of every door including the one we came through poord hundreds of vile and vulgar creatures. some so horrable i cant even remember, because i have simply blocked them out. the battle was long and bloody. first We made a circle formation.then some jumped at us flying through the air he came closer and i grabed my chain mace and with a woosh his head flew into another beast, his body crumpled into a pile on the ground, but there was no time i had to fight for my deer life. with mace in one hand and swaord in the other i battled through nocking of appendiges and heads like it was rugbee game. (sorry i had to say something.) i was finishing of what appeard to be a mutant skeloton dog/cat when i felt a stinging cold run down my back, all the hairs on my neck stood straight up, I turned around and................. * I am exaughsted ill finish it later, bartender get me a coke...what no coke, ALL YOU HAVE IS PEPSI!!! WELL THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.....*leaves the table to go beat the living shi* out of the bartender. * you here screams as the next person begins his story |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Oberon on 06/03/02 at 13:45:25 I am Oberon, i used to live in the town of pern valley, untill one day my father, came home and announced to me and my brother, that our mother had died...for days and days i cried Hoping that there was a was she could be re-risen, My father took me and my brother to a place called Cloud City, we decided to have a adventure in to the mists, my brother slipped off a cliff and was hanging on to his dear life, it was a nightmare, ...he slipped...... *cries* i wanted to get my revenge on something, we went in to a castle, and sat on its throne was the Norinth, during the battle my father collapsed and died...this was like a very big nightmare to be, but these things happen, then the mists rose, and new cities formed Arilin, RestHaven...The Desert (jahanna). This was a new start for me i had a lot of enemies, including one of the most powerful people, DragonHeart, as the days grew, me and DragonHeart stopped fighting and we sometimes even joined Forces to kill our enemies! I became stronger thus meaning i could defeat my thoughts that stayed in my head, i deicided to take an adventure to the Barracks, i came across some young warriors one of them who looked Faintly like my brother......had he risen? his name was Araphim, Surely this isnt my brother i went up to and asked him what his name was and before anything he Swung at me with a Halberd, i narrowly missed it but severing my arm....i jumped back up and started a sword fight, a few of his friends started attacking me, i remember a few skills my father taught me i tryed to remember them, and something just made me remember from the love of my father...the lethal break, i grabbed my sword Tightly and Sliced Araphim in half... This wasnt the way i wanted it to happen....but it had to be done, his friends ran away when they saw my power...if it wasnt for my father i wouldn't have won, i praise my father...he maybe be dead but he is still in my heart.... i walked slowly back to the town of arilin kicking stones and sulking...i came across a old man he looked rather sad too, i said whats wrong he said i lost the only person i loved, my wife, i said it happen to me a few years ago i lost my brother...my mother and my father...... i know what it feels like, Later on That Night: a Storm came over...i worried for a bit because i had no where else to go i was sat down on cooper street in arilin and a woman opened a door and said you look cold, would you like to come in untill the storm is over?? i perked up and said yes please...she handed me a cup of hot chocolate and gave me a sheet and a Pillow, she said make your self at home, she was a young woman aged fifteen to twenty, she was kind of interested in me asking me what has happened in my life, we got very close to each other in the coming years, her name was Tristania, i begun to live with her, and then we got married, i was so happy... *Smiles* Now you know my life *walks out the door and says Bye* |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Night_Shadow on 06/04/02 at 03:49:02 (A young man walks into the tavern wearing a chain skirt, wielding a shining silver sword. He stops at the table where Bishop and the others are sitting and places his sword across his chest.) I could not help but overhear you all talking of your past adventures. I wish to adventure too, If you will allow, I will tell you of myself. I am Aeron Ironthorn. I was born and raised in the torn of Arilin. My father was a great warrior until he ran off to vanquish the demon, Thorran, when I was still a young boy. My father never returned, after a year of praying to the gods my family assumed that he was dead and continued on with our lives. When we were young my father tought my siblings and me divine magicks and fighting techniques. Each of us honed in on our skills and learned how to control our power. Torreir, my younger brother is true fighter. He'll go toe to toe with anything that challenges him, no matter the odds. His brute strength makes him a powerful adversary in close combat. My older sister, Shera, is a powerful sorceress. My father tought her a few spells before he left us and ever since then she has spent years studying different spells to use. I myself am i paladin. My father said that paladin's were some of the most well respected people in all the land. That they were the epitome of all humans, and ever since then I have strived to be a role model to all the people around me. My, friends, I gladly give my services to anyone in need, wether be fighting the Spider Queen or just cleaning a house, my sword and skills are at your service. (Aeron pulls a chair towards him and slips into it.) |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Satan on 06/06/02 at 22:00:24 *u hear Medieval Music (like Realms of Kaos's) as Satan begins his story*. I am Satan ruler of hell and Dealer of death. For so long i challenged the Good untill 1 day a young man, beat me in battle and now i stand before thee to redeem myself. I shall do good deeds by helping people. My past never helped me either. I grew up in a violent environment with wars, and terra which rained over us as if it was for eternity. The day my Brother died made me angry, but i held my anger in for too long, then i eventualy released it. As i grew up i began to think "why am i doing this?" i never did have an answer. Through many years ive faced strong, tough men who have tried to defeat me in battle, but they never succeeded. I guess that when i was defeated in battle, my anger was no longer present which made me feel sorry for every living thing. I plan to live my life over again and help all good beings to defeat the Evil creatures who are like i once was. *not very good at writing stories but i felt that i needed to take part in this :) |
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Title: [i][/i]Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 06/08/02 at 20:21:32 *comes back from beating the bartender up, he has bloody hands. sorry i didn't mean to get violent it's weary on the body, but i do love coke i'm not going to finish my story now but just ask,I thought that satan was a demon, and that he was imortal, so yet unable to be defeated, but oh well. gets up and walks to the weapons rack at the entrance of the bar, it appears that he is going to leave ,when he turns in a flashing movement, bounds down upon satan and has his sword on satans throwt NOW TELL ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T SLAM THIS COLD METLE THROUGH YOUR GIZZARD RIGHT NOW YOU FOUL DEMON!!! takes his sword off of satans throwt I'm disgusted by you....... Takes a seat at the other end of the table and brandishes his sword menicingly at satan, while seeming to remember haunting experiences. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by LordCovakel on 06/10/02 at 21:09:10 *Lord Viper walks into the tavern pulling back his hooded cloak revealing his golden glowing eyes.* I am Lord Viper, I like few others was also not born of this land. I am from a far away land knownonly to the highest order of sages and magi. The land I speak of is the Isles of Serillyn. These islands are not attainable by normal means. Only those who have the ability to part the great fogs of Serillyn. I have travelled far and wide and have came across the mist. I have been here for awile and will stay here untill I have learnt all I can about the powers of magic from the local sources of knowleage, and then when I have learnt all I can about the acient art of the magi than I will be off again. Wondering until I can can harness the true power of the magi. *Lord Viper motions for a chair to come and it slides across the room moving at the sheer will of his mind.* |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Stotic on 06/10/02 at 21:21:42 I am nonConformist. I used to contain Martini's character and personality. My evil ways took over my body killing me emotionally and eventually physically. I was reincarnated by Martini's shadows and of the many fallen heroes of Consumed by Hatred. I have no emotion. I prey on others weaker than me. I see all as game. I make stealthy attacks and generally don't travel in the open. I do not know my past. My past only exists of a blur. I have been brainwashed with violent practices by the Brotherhood of Darkness after Consumbed by Hatred merged itself with it. My purpose has no order or control. I'm out there just to survive on others' flesh and bones. I am a predator of the weak and a parasite of the strong. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by NeoSoul on 06/11/02 at 12:44:23 *The dark fiqure movest slowly to ward the table "I hear you all tell stories of your past well here this" I Don't know who I really am. I woke a few months ago with no gold and no memories either all I had was my trusty Blade of Honor and little clothing.I could not even remember my name or where I was. As I sat at the side of a worn path a strainger emerged and offered me help. This man then informed me of where I was and what goes on around here. He began to show me how to fight once again and after a few weeks of intense training I started to regain the fighting skills I once possesed. This filled me with hope as I may soon remeber my true purpose in life. I then thanked mike for al his help and told him "One dya I will resturn to see u and I will have conkered all" and mike told me "yes you will NeoConker". So I adopted this name and left mike to search for myself. I left Arilin and headed toward the town of nightmist, that mike told me so much about. On my way there I cam across a mighty warroir known as Fear This he began swinging his awsome halberd in my direction, I narrowly evaded the swing then moved in on my own attck. By the end of the battle I stood victorious but mortally wounded. In the midst of the killing I began to remember little details about my past and how I got here. So I swore to myself that I would kill everyone I could to try and restore my memory. I finally got to Nightmist, all be it very badly injured, I made my way to the church where the Priest there healed me and told me of this place where tales frm the past were told and maybe someone here would recognize me and know something of my past. I will listen to all your stories and try to remember the land which I once came. * Placed his mighty Blade of honor on thetable pulls over a chair and shouts "bar keep beer for everyone, who will now share there past with us " |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Edix on 06/14/02 at 23:53:01 I am Edix, The Phyco Maniac Enchanted Motorcycle. I was born to unknow parents at an unknow time. I grew up in the Amazon Jungle learning the was of the Wemon Amazons. But now a Dark Evil grows in side of me. And I must Travle, to the east ... Always to the east. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 06/16/02 at 02:13:40 Dunadan looks at the newcomer I have never seen one with so much disrespect towards there elders, and that does not mean i am old, but i am wiser than you. a mortorcycle. Hmmph!!and wemon, come on you must have learned bad speaking skills in thse amazon tribes. And of course , to the east, always to the east. Well i never thought that someone had the nerve to even try to get away with that load of plagerism!!! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Edix on 06/16/02 at 05:12:17 Vrroooom, HAH shows how much you know,O'Learned one, they spell Women Wemon in the amazon, they don't take to your man world spelling styles! Plagerism, Let me tell you sumfin about writeing, That is all it is ::Smilles in the only way a enchanted motorcycle can:: ::wanders to the corner to contenplate his navle:: |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by drizzt_dourden on 06/18/02 at 17:33:10 A shadowy figure emerges from the shadows near the rear of the room. The man is clothed in a dark, weather-stained cloak which srouds his entire body. From under the low pulled cowl, you manage to make out a pair of intense looking eyes and a whisp of long, white hair. The man crosses the room and says, "I am weary of my travels, I seek shelter from the night, I have naught to pay for my boarding, but I have listened long from the shadows and you all seem to be amused by tales of adventure. Perhaps I could let my story be my fee." *A voice from the group:"We would welcome your company for the night, come!, share your tale!" "My name is Drizzt Do'Urden, a houseless rouge, and seemingly, I am forever doomed to be. I cannot tell you my tale in full, as that would take many months of long talk, and I have not that time to spare. But, I shall tell you a bit of my past and of my adventuers in this realm." "I was born in the Drow city of Menzoberranzan, in a realm far away. The city lies underground in a place called the "Underdark" My people shunned the light and all who dwelt within it. Yes, my people were what you might call an "Evil" race, but i was(and still am) not of the same mind. During my childhood there I learned many things, and became the finest swordsman in the entire city, next to my mentor, my father, Zaknafein. I could not stand the ways of my people, so i denounced thier goddes, the deity of the city, indeed of all drow, Lloth, and removed myself from their presence. I spent many years wandering in the underdark. My only company(and my savior, for if it were not for him i would have been completely alone and become as an animal, only living to survive) was my magical pet, Guenwhyvar, a panther form the ethreal plane. Lloth knew of my blasphemous thoughts and my family fell from her favor. To appease their wicked goddess, my mother,(*shudder*)Matron Malice, sacrificed Zak and sent his animated corpse to track me down and kill me. After many adventures, I left the underdark, hoping to escape my families reach, and thus be rid of them forever. However, being a "Dark Elf", i was not accepted by many upon the surface of that realm. But, a few finally accepted me. But, my family would not rest untill i was destroyed. They vowed to track me to the very ends of the realms. I brought grave danger to any who would stand beside me. So, I had to leave them for thier own good. I travelled far and came through many hardships, but as I said that tale is long. So, for now, I will skip ahead to the point whence I came upon this realm you call "home"(you sence a note of sadness when he utters the word) I had travelled for many years and again grew weary of the long road. One day, I met a man wo called himself "Bones69". He was the leader of an outcast tribe of shape-shifters known as the "Night Breed". They were few, but they had great skill. He took me in as one of his own, and for a time, I had found a place to call home. But, a darkness was decending upon the realm, some of you may be old enough to remember that accursed plague, some may not, but you must have heard the tales before. A mighty necromacer named Norinth had been ammassing a dark army to conquer all of this realm. Many fought against him, many died. Then, one fateful day, the god you call "Jlh" the creator, decended from on high to desroy the occursed menace. The battle was long, but in the end Norinth fell to the power of Jlh. With his dying breath, Norinth uttered a terrible curse, to bring forth destruction upon the entire realm. Pandilex, a demi-god under Jlh, his most trusted servant, saw the wave of darkness spread, and knew he could do nothing to stop it. He saved as many as he could, myself being one of them, by lifting them into the heavens. When all was over, nothing remained of the world we knew. The continents shifted, many species became extinct, many new ones took thier place, and again I was without a home. I was the only one of my clan to survive the devestation, and I mourn thier deaths still. I like the rest of the survivors did the only thing I could...move on. I explored the realm as it had now become and found many new people had come to this now nearly deserted realm to make a new life for themselves. Few, except for the wise, had ever heard about the drow was or even what one looked like, so finally, I was accepted more widely. A handfull of people became drawn to me, and together we rebuilt the city of Midian, home of the Nightbreed. For a time we grew prosperous, and taught each other much of our new homeland. But, my feet would not let me stay in any one place for long. I travelled to other realms, and saw many things, met many new people, and had many adventures. I would travel back here every now and then when I was able to check up on things at home and went when the road called. But, when I left, I thought that whenever I returned, I would have a place to call home. Sadly, that hope was false. Unbeknownst to me, during one of my many wanderings, my new clan-mates, succombed to an unknown evil. The evil did not destroy them utterly, instead it corrupted their very souls. They became greedy, they strove for power at all costs, and grew jealous of those who had it. They began to ammass an army to help them gain thier power. Midian overflowed with new faces and with them came disorder and chaos. Much was lost. One day, when I returned to Midian from one of my wanderings, I found the gates locked before me. A messenger came to me then and handed me a note, it read: You have become unnecessary, your ideals no longer coincide with our own, we shall follow you no more. I was crushed, mine own trusted friends, had cast me out and claimed my title of high lord for thier own. I knew not what to do besides return to the road, for yet once again, I was without a home. I still know not what darkness fell upon them, or how to clense thier hearts of its wickedness, or indeed if it is possible. All that i know is that I am not yet strong enough to do battle with so grave an enemy. Indeed, how does one fight thy friends? I know not. So now, I have come to the end of my tale. Know you, that I have not returned to this realm to dwell in again, not yet anyway. I am just passing through on my way to other places and other adventures. But alas!, I grow weary....the long road takes its toll on a body and the night grows deep. For now, I shall take my leave of you good people and get some much needed rest. May you fare well this night and the rest to come, for by the time you all awaken in the morning, I shall already be gone." Drizzt moves across the room and curls up in a chair near the fireplace and soon falls into an uneasy rest. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by drizzt_dourden on 06/18/02 at 18:51:04 ooc-thier is a brief statement in clan forum under eagle~.... this expands a bit on the future of my char....sry for the ooc but felt i should point it out so it is not missed. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by sugah on 06/18/02 at 19:17:05 The names Sugah. I was born only a matter of months before the great battle between Norinth and the mighty JLH, but in that short amount of time, I grew very powerful thanks to the aid of the oh so gorgous fairy goddess Medora *thinks of pinching her ass*. When the evil had subsided, I was considerably weakened, my powers and strength set back to what I once was, a rookie *grimace*. Through the time I trained myself and became a mighty shapeshifter. I am known to many as the powerful mage old_fart. I take on many forms, one at a time when I am strongest, or all at once which weakens my abilties to control them all. I was once a leader of a mighty clan, we were rivaled by few, feared by many. But alas my need for power took the better of me, and through my struggle for power, I was weakened once again, never to regain the power that I once possessed through them. I became somewhat of a hermit, striving for my power alone-although I have much power now, I believe what it cost me was not near worth it. I was a fearless warrior-mastering my powers, shifting from form to form to battle with the great powers of realm, never knowing what I was fighting for. TO this day I know not what I fight for. Instead of I have turned to help those less fortunate than I am, put my wealth and resources to good use. But it seems even my new friends have left me. Once again I am alone-I continue to search for a purpose. I lash out with "devasting" force(had to say it ;D) those who would stand in my way, preventing me from reaching my end. To those of you who need my help, call upon me, call out and I will be there-in one form or another. Search for the graceful palidan cupcake, the mighty warrior creampuff, the gentle ranger sugah, or the wicked sorcerer old_fart. And to those who feel they can give me a purpose-I call out to you... |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Khellondros on 06/18/02 at 19:23:04 *stands slowly in his chair, and walks over to stand above Drizzt* Wherever your travels take you and whatever you face, know that one door will always be open for your return. *places his hand upon Drizzt's shoulder and mutters a prayer* |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Bishop DragonTongue on 06/18/02 at 21:11:24 'bout time you showed yourself Drizzt - welcome. Sorry I've been away for a bit, we've been constructing our clan keep. Large project...and quite costly. And I feel like I have to be there constantly because I just don't trust those laborers to do a good job, ya know. Argh! Duty calls. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 06/20/02 at 06:26:08 thank you drizzt i finally know who you are mutters, Forgotten realmsthat was an enjoyable story. though i pray for you that the god Pandilex does spare you for calling him a "demi-god" and a servent to JLH. I will continue my tale... As i was saying The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up *the room begins to fade away and a brilliant battle sequance comes into view I turned around and the group of us where face to face with a creature that was armored from head to toe and riding a brilliant black horse, whos eyes where filled with the rage of battle and seemed to glow red .but at the same time he seemed to be sompleatley inocent , like a young boy who just broke a childish rule and was seeking the protection from a punishment. We had to be frozen completly, this "man" was misguiding us, making us believe that he was of inocence, and in this time i saw Tanorath seem to emit a hazy red white and blue light that can only be decribed as godlike, but it would later prove to be part of his resourcefulnes, he was a pretty dang good wizard. After the light began I emediatly felt normal again, and i got a good look at this "man" he was a cloaked figure in a dark blue ragged cloak, with a gleaming jemmed balt and what appeard to be turquase shoes. his face was a mystery his nose was that of a normal mans though it appeared it was bleeding. His ears where long and pointed at the top, and his chin was long and covered in whiskers. And i saved his eyes for last because they where quite strange his eyes where what looked like grey but behind them was unlimmeted time and space, i couldnt imagine what horrors andsights lay beneth his gaze. yes but enough chit chat let me get into the good stuff I pulled out my sword swung it over my head, ran forward and jumped into the air, it seemed like an eternaty befaroe i came into distance in the air, and when i did i swung my sword as hard and as fast as i could, but it was to no avail, he mearly wipped me away with one swip[e of his hand from then on i knew this would not be an easy battle. Gardold took out his trident and stood toward the "man he charged and at the same time Tanorath cast a fire spell, and Jacks began shooting arrows at the "man" he dived rolled and swirved then he knocked all three of them back. I got off the ground and almost made a strike but actually got hit with one of my own teamates arrows. I fell back to the ground. Meanwhile my teamates where throwing everything at him, he seemed to be running on the walls dodgeing it all arrows, slings, swords, maces, clubs, and spells alike. i saw tineran shoot lightning out of his hand and actually hit "him" and emediatly "he" turned around and bounded down on tineran, he grabbed tineran, tineran was helplessly trying to free himself from "his" death grip, but with no succses i wached as my friend died , and crumpled to the floor in a pile not much unlike those of "his" minions. then it hit me something very few people know, and must find out for themselves. but what it did was rejuvinate me, i got up and ran at "him" i hit him in a barrage of hands, feet, steel, teeth, and nails fighting possibly to the very end of my life and he blocked each attack, and countered it. i called out to Ethinorem " through me an arrow", he did and i cought it, i stood back from "him" and i threw the arrow as fast as i could, "he" autamatically cought it, this is what i was hoping for, i was already on the ground in a fast swirling motion with my hand gripped to my sword. I swirled and hit "his" leags, they both fell to the flloor, and hestummbled and gave out a small cry then he exploded in a radience of colors not ever seen by any races eyes, and we all flew back. I woke up seven days later with a nasty headache, an arrow wound, and in need of a phyciatrist more than anyone. but our mission was a succses, besides the loss of Tineran. *sigh,thats it the end, i again am exaughsted i hope you liked my tale, if you did perhaps i'll tell you another....*smiles,bartender this time get me a coke.* the head bartender walks quietly out of the building he whispers somethiong in the assistents ear before he runs out, and you see the assistent cringe, then Dunadan gets up............... |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Whirlwind. Lord of the winds. on 06/21/02 at 03:26:23 The mist came for the first time, I was not there. I was forged in a mighty forge, such spells were put on me I could withstand anything, even the mist! I became the first lance of fire! I survived for 2 weeks destroying everything that my knight could reach. He thought he was the powerful one! Now, the mist came again. He was destroyed and never came out of the mist, but I was morphed and changed by the mist. I lived and became a large spirit. Every dagger of spirits came to me before coming into existance. I figured out how to take forms. I had no name. But I was known as LanceOfFire before anything. My first and favorite form. ----- WhirlWhind Lord of the winds I, the lord of the winds. Was born a month ago. As my father was a dwarf I was strong and inherited his looks, but as it was always said. I inherited the heart of my mother. She was an elf and my father left her right after I was born. Five days after my father left. A funnel came and took my mother and I to the forest. Where we met an old druid. In my mind though. The funnel and I were in a large fight. It tossed me and flipped me. I tried to resist, and it couldn't harm me. When I was put down. The old druid walked up and gave me a magical sleep. My mother was told I was a special boy. Since my father was a gifted cleric and my mother a ranger. I was to become a powerful mage. Lord of the winds, the druid blessed me. Gave me a magical amulet. And I grew, both my mind and my body grew. Now at 2 week old I was as strong as a dwarf. Soon again I was capture by another funnel. When it picked me up. My amulet started glowing. My own whirlwind was coming to my aid. As they fought, I was pushed into the I was becoming a whirlwind myself. My amulet was transfered inside my heart. My body was becoming wind. Then I left. When the fight was over between the whirlwind and the funnel. The whihrlwind has lost. Now the funnel came towards me. I summoned up my power. The amulet had given my heart and my brain knowledge of magic. I flew at my opponent. He fled. He would train more first. Now I can take the form of the whirlwhind (not whirlwind anymore as he has died). Or the form of my strong dwarf self. I will not reveal my name at this time. Me feeling my power, reached a weak person far, far away. I brought him into safeness ----- My second form Leonard_nimoy. I also a spirit, came into many forms, but I got stuck into one. Spock I was called. But I went by leonard. I came from later in time, but I was tossed into a skin of evil, so I came into the dimension of magic (A horrible place for elves and humans.) Treasure there was great, but horrible beings came and started using magic spells on me. Of course, these were the long-lost necromancers. I was taken out by the spirit. I didn't fit in and was treated badly (Occ: a sucessful attempt at rping). I still don't As I reached my power further. I finally got into cyberspace. There one person caught my eye..... ----- My third form (from cyberspace) Yabb1gold I was rich in cyberspace. Even the creator of the mist (Occ: JLH) used me in ways that no other being could. I was glad to see what he had done, so I came here with the spirit. He used me also. I was rich, I tell you RICH!. ----- The oldest form I got tired with Orgish_hand Another form just walked in front of me was so powerful. I tried to take over the ogre (as an ogre it was) but I only could take over its hand. The weak thing! It was strong, but if a duck licked it. It would be of no use to me at all. I will use these form from time to time. But I am always the true lord of the winds. All winds but the western one will obey me, but even still, I send the eastern one around the world to push the western one where I want it. *Sits down at the table, knocking down a few cups.* and as for you satan.... *blows a cup over satans head and it spills* I'm not very fond of demons. Leonard_nimoy met you in the magic dimension. I saw your disgusting self there. Hmm bartender. Can I have a Dr. Pepper? |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 06/23/02 at 02:55:10 the mists do do some amazing things, ooc. thats prety much pushing over the load of cr*p marker for nightmist just enough for me. you an edix friends? great story....... ooc again. oh i see are you leonord neomoy, i can't exactly talk for every single person who posts, but i think you actually beet me in the most anoying posts ever! Sorry i had to post that and get this roleplay going ooc. please don't agree or disagree with me i want this to keep going, but if you must then message me. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Whirlwind. Lord of the winds. on 06/23/02 at 19:50:17 See you later, I have things that must be attended to. (LOTW dwarf form) *exits the door* *comes back an hour later* *sighs* I have more of my story to tell. While I was gone, I met the notorous beanie masters. They sounded decent, but when I stopped to talk to them in a clan war. They killed me, as thier opponents did. (I am a spirit so I cannot be killed but my forms can, but I bring them to life) I'm not as skilled as they are therefore I cannot join forces with them, but they keep killing me. I wandered into the sewers hoping to find the mighty giant centipede there. (His hide is valuable) I did not find him, I though my journey the the leech-infested sewers was a waste, but I came across an even more valuable treasue. When I left, I was broke! (too much dr. pepper) Now since I had to slay leeches to find my way back. I am richer that I have ever been. Since I wasn't strong enough to kill a miserable leech in one hit. I had to go attack griffins and bears and things to improve my sword-fighting skill. I succeded. (Occ: lvl 18) Now then, in the forest, I met a human forest-dweller. That is strange since humans have been so mean to me. I'd think they'd know I live there (Made a friend with a giant squirrel), but even more suprising. It was a beanie! I waited for the attack *blazes up into a powerful fire* but he didn't attack me. *cools down* I was relieved. I started the talking. "Hello" I said, "hello" he said, THen out of nowhere a thief came out of nowhere and attack him. Since I want to be friend with beanies I quiclky ended his life. I bowed, and left. Hey bartender, are there free refills I didn't know about? Well anyway, if any of you here are beanies please reconsider your actions towards me! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Basket_Case on 06/24/02 at 19:13:48 Hello fellow travelers, I am Basket_Case, re-incarnted spirit of the warrior DreCore. I once was that person but fate decided that he should take on his own role in life and have a new personality. I strive to be noticed in this large world of pain, wealth and power. No matter how i've been pushed about i still remain unfased and unscarred, as i wonder from town to town training myself in combat techniques with my companion Valados at my side to heal me. I am a friendly folk but i can't help but defend myself, my lovely wife AthenasRose and my clan NBM. Well met brothers and a safe journey. Basket_Case |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Typo on 07/03/02 at 07:05:05 I am Nameless I come from a world far from the land of NightMist. Looking for my next prize I travel the land of NightMist wondering were I belong. No home to call my own, … No family to tell I love. Wandering the land has been my legacy and my defeat. From Town to Town in this land I grew up. Looking up at my elder’s and learning from their success’s and mistake’s. I have been in this land for some time now, Not long enough to be looked upon as much as my fellow traveler’s Bishop and Khellondros, But long enough to make a legacy that travel’s the land of NightMist. I am known by too many names to count, Most Common I have been called by my first name of Mekill. The other names I have been called are as varied as the star formations of the night. I may be known to many of you, but only as my name, you will never know the man I truly am, For I have scare’s that tear at my soul and for that I will always be in the shadow’s of the night. One day I hope to be looked upon as my elder’s. Until that time I wait in the shadow’s hiding my true face from my fellow traveler’s and traveling the land seeking my next prize. *Not taking a seat I stand to the side of the room listening to the story’s of others. And hiding my true self from them.* |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Barkavor on 07/04/02 at 04:50:00 I was born on a Plain path halfway to resthaven inside my mother, Laca? My father JLH did not use protection. I was a descrace. At the age of 1 (level 1) i became to the liking of archery. As time when by when i turned level 20 i started to kill people smalle than me. Now i loo bak and wish i never had.One after one down they went to my mighty Steel bow. Of course i din't know they had a level 30 (Thunderstorm) waiting or me. Iwas scared. Now that im level 28 nw i can't join BoD ever due to my horrible past or my young. Ihave one more level left in me then i am retierd. (stop training) |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Alita on 07/04/02 at 15:43:26 *stares blankly at Barkavor* you expect me to write that as the way you would be remembered for all time. I'm trying to catalogue everyone's most famous adventures and stories, then you start talking to me about levels? *Stands up and paces round the table before returning to the empty chair and rips the last page from the book* (ooc of course I know what you mean but you aren't following the examples very well) |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by VoidMaster on 07/08/02 at 15:17:35 *The figure walks to the fire, notices that it has died down then blasts into a great firery blaze then sits heavily down* "I was a child when I started in the intracite studies of wizardry. However when I had mastered it and I started an experiment of creating long lasting portals I had over-estimated my power, as do many of my profession. I was trapped in the collapsed portal and was chucked out, half dead and almost all of my power gone, my body rent by the power of The Void and only the glimmer of my former strength kept me alive those first few fateful days. Since then I have made a vow to at least reagain some of my former power back from the horror that is The Void" *After Glancing at the once again dull fireplace the figure, wraped in an Aura of power strides out of the door and into the night* |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 07/31/02 at 22:13:21 clears his throat it appears..that i am leaving nightmist, for the mists have returned and they have changed the land, and i do not know my way around. also it seems taxes are going up in nightmist. because of all this i think i'll head back home and see what tidings are going on there, but 'll be back for a viset or to. though im not leaving yet. he go's over to a table and drags it near the current one, he takes a seat and displays an odd look on his face, it almost appears as if you can see memories flashing across his eyes, and you almost feel simpathy for this man. then you remember that you never really liked him anyway |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 08/04/02 at 05:51:53 *Walks into the room and pushes a moron out of his chair, takes it and sits at the table* Hello my fellow adventurers, and...Why hello my dear friend Dunadan! I have been constantly wandering in my travels, not able to contact you. Well, let me get on with my story. I am a Nameless_Hero, not many of you appear to remember me, as I left a long to ago, wandering to find a place to call home. I recently got lost and ran into the area of Nightmist, familiar with the area, I decided to try and find some old friends of mine. Apparently, some holigan has taken my name........ *glares at Nameless* anyways, I do not wish to go further into my past, as it is a deep wound, an evil inside me, if you will. I must go now, farewell friends.....and foes....all I have to say is BEAWARE! Wait a tic.....Dunadan, are you leaving? .....WHAT!?!? The taxes are up! I can't live here, I guess we will be adventuring together outside the skirts of Nightmist. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Kelevandros on 08/04/02 at 17:54:01 A tall elf walks through the door, his green cloak swaying in the wind. He places his bow on his back and walks towards the now large crowd Hello there. I am know as Kelevandros, servant of the forest. I was told by a friend of mine that there were some here telling tales of past adventures. Well, though I may be young yet, I still have a story to tell. It was a sad day when I awoke to find my home village under siege by the Dragons. I had never know of Dragons working together like this, but they were all there, Reds, Greens, Blacks, Blues, Golds, Silvers, and even a Platinum Dragon. It seemed as if the gods themselves had declared war upon the elves. The amount of destruction caused in a single day is unbelievable. There was not a tree left standing. Only a few Elvin families survived the devastation. Luckily my brother was quick enough to lead me out of the forest before the Dragons reached my house. Yet, my father and mother both perished that day, I forced myself to move on. Years later I had fine tuned my technique with a bow. While still only a novice, I am much improved over my past skills. And one day in my training my brother ran to me telling me to run. I did not quite understand what he was saying so I ran towards him hoping to better hear him. But then it was too late. An arrow flew through the trees piercing my left leg, then another in my left arm. As I fell to the ground I could see my brother drawing his sword and moving closer to me, I saw him take arrow after arrow yet he pushed on. Then I saw him fall to the ground and watched as he struggled to reach me. I remember seeing the sorrow in his eyes as he put his arm over me, I saw the pain in his face as an Undead beast put its sword through his chest. I later remember waking up in a grove of trees surrounded by bears and wolves. I immediately tried to stand, but I fell to my knees, the pain too much to bear. I looked around for my weapons but saw none. Then one of the bears started to walk towards me. Then I saw a most horrific site, I saw the bears fur begins to fade, I saw him shrink in size, I hard his bones crack and break as he began to morph into the form of a human. In fear I realized I could not move, and when he laid his hands on me I felt a fear that no being should feel, a fear of death, of unmistakable death, and then I felt calm, I felt the soothing warmth of magic flow through my skin, I suddenly felt rejuvenated. This man told me of his ways, told me of the god of earth, of nature. He told me of Gaia and all her wondrous acts. I remember feeling a sense of awe as he told me of her power. He told me that she granted him the power to transform his body into that of her living creations. I was very much interested in Gaia so I decided to follow the ways of the forest. I became what you humans call a Ranger. I said goodbye to my new friends and began my new quest to protect the creations of Gaia. As I traveled through a Large Forest I came across a city known as Nightmist. As I made my way towards the city I was attacked by a Skeleton which I fled from quickly. As I came closer I saw many skilled Archers and Thieves, Knights and Warriors of the Cloth, I saw Sorcerers and Priests, all meeting south of the city, killing those that are weaker than them. I was quickly disgusted with these people and almost decided not to enter the city. Thankfully, I did enter Nightmist. As I roamed the city I met many kind people, and also many cruel people. And I soon learned, that if you want to survive in the city of Nightmist, you must become strong and ruthless, for the kind do not prosper. Yet I ignored this fact and tried so hard to find one person that I could call a friend. I soon met a Dwarf named ThunderHammer. From the moment I met him he was kind to me (well, as kind as a Dwarf can be). He helped me to understand the ways of this cruel city. I realize now how important he was to me, for if it weren’t for him, I would not be here today. Yet it is funny how we all take for granted things that are so important, yet we don’t realize how important they really are, till we have it no more. But life goes on, and I have made new friends. I have found this city very interesting and hope to stay as long as possibly. But for now, I must rest; hopefully I will see you all later. I bid thee goodeve. The elf gathers his equipment and walks to the back of the room, masked by the darkness he sits and rests in the safety of company |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Radigast on 08/12/02 at 00:53:07 **Three lavishly robed figures seem to glide into the room** Greetings all, I am Radigast. I have traveled far and wide to join you all here in Nightmist. It seems that these lands are full of brigands who would unmercilessly attack the helpless for fun. Your lands here are staind with the blood of the inocent and the vultures feed off their cadavers. I am here for the sole purpose of destroying those brigands. My background is my own, I am here to give you a clear warning, whoever you may be, those helpless souls you destroyed will be avenged. I have brought along a few friends, Homer and Reemer, we are the triplex magi, true Sorcerers of the High Order. I also claim grievance towards the clan afore named. Woe to those who would fasly call themselves true sorcerers. This is not a threat, this is a promise, We will carry out our task to our fullest. **The three robed magi turn, and procede out of the tavern** |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Matt on 09/06/02 at 21:14:17 *welcome’s surf to the table of story’s* Glad you finally showed your face around these part’s. I was starting to get worried you had left the mist for a new land. Glad to hear you haven’t.. I think my legend has passed. I may be leaving the realm of Nightmist soon. Unless a Miracle happens to keep me in this place. *pull's a seat back for surf inviteing her to come sit* |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Anthrax on 09/11/02 at 23:54:14 A hooded Gnome wanders in blindly through the tavern door, cursing loudly and inanely "Ahhh i've finally found this darn place, you know it seems everythings changed since i left....." walks over to the table, pulls up a chair and props his stave against the chair "Thats better, now i can see everyone here" The Gnome pulls back his hood "Greetings adventurers young and old, some of you seem familiar yet i am unsure, i have been away for what seems like an age. My name is Mortis Ferrum, though you may have known me as ...Anthrax. Am i of recognition to anyone here?" |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 09/21/02 at 01:30:23 ughhh i have come back only to be denied by the guards!!!!! they claim im dead i have to pretend im someone else!!!! this is frustrating, kicks e_mc_trooper...hello old buddy |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 09/21/02 at 01:34:45 Why hello Anthrax! I feel like I know you...wait...its coming back to me!......It was far in the past, I may be the reincarnation of one of your old friends.........::memorys come back to him and he acts shocked, wides wide open, then blacks out:: ::wakes up after several minutes:: My...my name was....Qwerty2, hmmmm awkward name......I....was.... weak.... I can see you helping me by taking me to strong beasts to fight....you were a dear friend. And the last thing I remember is getting blessed by a god and doubling my power! It was excellent! Waiter, another jug of ale. :clumsy waiter comes and accidently drops the jug on Trooper/Qwerty2's head...he blacks out:: ::wakes up:: well excuse me, were am I? I remember feeling like I finally remembered something...but I forgot what it was.. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 09/21/02 at 01:36:31 ouch that hurt you little imp! ::pulls out his halberd and his Dunadan over the head with the blunt side of it:: you will never overcome my power! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 09/21/02 at 02:04:05 too long have i been gone, it has only been a year but it seems a lifetime, none lives who i once new, even the gods have changed. hmmph i will never except them, i pray to old gods and no one else. since i have left ive gone home, i found my lands in ruin so i called my banners and my bannermen came, i said times must change, these southron lords burn our fields and ravage our wifes and put hundreds to the sword. WELL I WONT HAVE IT! i told them to raise 5 thousand each and i Dunadan Dirh shall throw them off my doorstep. my 23 bannermen all aided anyway my liegmen raised 130 thousand swords, and we ran down all my enimies and declared me king in the north, heh more northeast than north but hell its all good. in the end i triumphed i married and hell i pissed off my enimies, heheh. bar ender fetch me some scotch, no no no not that dinky little shot glass give me the freaking bottle. ahhh thats strong. i wont tell you y i left but the mists were calling they were saying you must come back were tired of these ignorant aragant people who just want to become gods and kill people, i said sure sounds fun so i went here and had to start over, ...when jlh gets on i'm going to give me a piece of his mind literaly he well here old pall eh trooper *takes a glass fills it with some scoth and puts some thorns of a raven in it , they disapear instantly and givs it to trooper, trooper drinks it and falls to the ground instantly hell be fine in 2 days i'll think i'll sit and talk. or listen |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 09/21/02 at 19:52:06 ::wakes up:: Hey! You little......I never drank that! I fainted because of...ouch! ::pulls out a small dart from the back of his neck:: That hurt! Stupid sleeping darts....I'm lucky it wasn't a deadly one.....::Turns around to see the bartender with a blow-gun.:: Ahh what has this world come to?! ::walks over to the bartender, blocks a dart with his shield then slashes the bartender in half:: ....He deserved it..... ::walks outside for a second, and comes back grabbing a man by the collar:: Here, you are bartender now...don't attack me or I'll do to you what I did to him ::points to the old bartender:: ::tosses the new bartender over the counter, and walks back to the table:: Sooo, Dunadan, you tried to.....what did you try to do? ::hits dunadan over the head, dunadan faints:: Opps, I didn't take my gauntlets off before hitting him.....o well...the only thing that will happen to him is that he will have a he** of a headache....goodbye all, I must go adventuring.. ::walks out the door:: |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 09/22/02 at 03:27:54 just like my good ole buddy to make some stupid excuse to get out off my attack, and punch me back and then run off before i can do anthyng to him again, he does that a lot. coward i call him, YOU HERE THAT CRAVIN!!! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 09/22/02 at 18:13:34 lol this is funny, there where two expert ppl in an areana so i summoned a whole bunch of monsters to kill them so i could get there gold, good plan right sept they afk ppl came back....... not good i don't know why i brought it up but its an amuzing thought. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 09/22/02 at 19:56:55 ::walks back in:: Hmmm.....Dunadan, why are you yelling non-sense, did I hit you THAT hard? Man....I really need to hit you softer, man...whats up with you? Did you go insane when traveling alone? I hear that's what happens with alot of people, nobody to talk to, all alone........ Ok, well I be staying here for a while, to listen to some stories... |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 09/24/02 at 23:04:21 (OOC) I aint stupid, u just attacked me (Back in char) Hmm, nobody seems to be telling their storys, o well.....I'll be waiting to hear of some great adventures |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by character on 09/29/02 at 00:20:25 *A tall well-built figure clothed in a black robe walks in. You can see a long sword protruding under his cloak but no more. he sits down by the fire and, seeing many a folk looking at him speaks:* Greetings i am Rathorn Character, Swordsman of the Night. I am weary from my long travels and am leaving this world for new adventures, but if you wish to hear my story speak, or it will pass out of here soon with me. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Kelevandros on 09/29/02 at 00:55:35 Kelevandros raises his head and looks towards Rathorn Greetings Rathorn. I would like to hear your story, or anything else for that matter that will keep my mind off these two fools that are constantly making noises or hitting each other. So please Rathorn, tell me your story. Kelevandros sits up and continues to look at Rathorn but now with a sense of curiosity |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by E_Mc2_Trooper on 09/29/02 at 05:48:18 Rathorn, yes please tell your story, I am tired of making a scene and I want to become one of the unknowns. I need something to keep Dunadan busy, as nobody has told a story for a while. And you Kelevandros, I resent being called a fool, I am quite the adventurer, I just keep to myself. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by SvorkTheOmniscient on 10/12/02 at 02:57:17 {Svork walks in stumbling drunk. The tavern quiets. SvorkTheEccentric normally avoids contact with other races, unless it is to there demise. Nervous whispers take the place of the friendly chat that had been going on moments before. As Svork staggers towards the bar he sidesteps to avoid an Elf Rangers' tamed Mutant Rat, and inadvertantly trips over a chair. His old withered frame twirls around and he stumbles backwards, landing on a wooden table, smashing the back of his head into it. Sprawled out unconscous with his body across the table he sleeps undetered for hours.} ::groans:: "Owww. who hit me?" ::remembers his self infliction:: "Never mind... Wench! Labbatt's Blue, please, my throat is parched! [The Waitress walks over, smiling nervously and says 'We don't serve that brew, darlin'. You have to go beyond The Mist to the realm of Irl for that.'] "Arg yes, I get confused sometimes..." ::Sighs, gazing toward the waitress with an embarrassed smile:: "Could thou fetch a Pitcher of Cobalt Blue then?" {'I certainly may', she says, smiling at Svorks sexy voice. She walks to the bar to get his order. Svork looks around the room to catch nervous glances towards him. With a michievous smirk he throws his Staff of Elements on the table with a loud clatter, causing every patron in the place to jump.} "Heya, as many of you may already know, my name is Svork {Suh-Vork}" "My journeys have taken me from the depths of insanity to the outer reaches of these blasted realms. . I have been through adventures that would kill most races, and indeed I think some parts of my Soul are lost forever... ::Voice trails off:: {Everyone is now silent as there attention turns to Svork. The Waitress comes back with the order, and pours some of the ice cold Cobalt Blue into a Mug,} ::Takes a long draw and sighs:: "Aye, much better...." "As thou well know, I come not originally from Nightmist, but I have done battle here before most people in these parts were even born. Pay close attention to this old mages tales, I know more than most." ::Lowers voice and says in a calm, steady tone:: "I have even seen The Mist!" {All the people in the tavern shudder as Svork mentions The Mist.} "Many ah' traveler have wondered what brought me to Nightmist, and for how long I have been around these strange parts. I have heard this is the place to go for good talk and good company, so here be my tale..." "I was born in the legendary kingdom of Irl many, many moon cycles ago. Many people today laugh when they hear the name, but I assure you Irl does exist." "I was an Irlian Mage in my young adulthood, yet still foolhearty to the dangers of practicing majick. When brewing a batch of Healing Potions I put 3 bat tongues in my Cauldren when it only called for 2. It had a devestating effect and exploded." "My soul was torn from my body and thrown into a hellish void called Cyberspace, where my conscousness seemed to drift in limbo for an eternity. When I finally came to I awakened in a quainte little tavern in the town ye known as Nightmist." "T'was not the Nightmist that is here today, mind you, but the fabled one that existed shortly before the coming of the 2nd Mist. Back when thee Towns of Old still existed. When stories of the 1st Mist were told around campfires as mere legend." "The first thing I remember when I awakened was finding out I had a new body, and that me old majick was long forgotten. I had been transformed from being a young, strong adult into being a week lad." "At first I couldn't move! Terribly confused I yelled for help. A wonderful being called 'Tutorial' showed up. He was always hidden, but he was always in the pub to help the newcomers. He first explained to me how to see again and gave me the capacity to look around. Once I could see where I was he then taught me how to walk again. He even had the patience to teach me the native language of 'Typing.' "In this unfamiliar world the government officials were a motley group of creatures that I first thought to be Gods. I later found out they were not Gods, but a highly advanced Race called 'Staff Members'. There fearless leader was a silly looking penguin named JLH, and he ruled over nightmist with an iron wing, chirping fiercely at anyone who broke the rules of the land." {Laughter breaks out in the tavern, as everyone knows how silly JLH looks} "I also remember a good humored Staff Member that had the appearance of a strange tobacco plant, whom all called 'Krillick'. In the depths of the night when all were celebrating he would break out with his majickal tobacco. This made everyone happy. The name of his special blend of tobacco was called 'Bag of Weed'. ::Smiles, takes out pipe, fills it, :: "Ah, those were happier memories, but there were many others that did not like us outsiders from Irl." "A cult had been slowly forming that had members from almost all other clans in it. All the members were from nightmist, and most had never even set foot into Irl. Yet there goal was to reap havoc on any and all that were originally from my native land. This cult had a name so terrible I use to tremble at the sound of it... ::eyes widen:: ...'The PK'r Cult'! {Svork walks to the fireplace and pokes around till he finds a tiny coal. With a small hand shovel laying nearby for just such purposes he places the coal atop his pipe and inhales, drawing the flavourful tobacco into his lungs} "As powerful as the reigning Staff Members were they could only keep us safe in the towns. Whenever we stepped outside of town to travel or to train in getting stronger the PK'rs were there waiting. They would try to murder us outside of town, or simply taunt us in town calling us 'Sewer Rats' in there own secret language. I believe the correct pronouniation is 'Newb'..." ::Exhales smoke:: "We came to be know by that name. " My majick became my greatest hope to not get murdered." "I developed spells whose majick is now lost to The Mist. With my 'Slow' spell I could deter The Pk'rs from wanting to attack me. They could not kill me when they could only hit me once, so instead they sought other poor victims. "My 'Vortex Gate' could transport myself and others Irlian Newbs safely to ANY pub of ANY town in ANY part of the realm, and I soon started aquiring a decent amount of money for my services." "Although my spells helped me evade attack I couldn't always help fellow Irlians against the PK'r Cult. With what money I had I decided to start a clan. I wanted to help other Irlian Newbs who had also fallen through the evil dimension of Cyberspace into Nightmist." "There was one problem, however. My feable body was aged beyond its years from the journey that had flung me into Nightmist and although my spirit was strong my body was not , so I secretly learned a spell to transfer my soul and majickal spells from my old withered body into a new younger one." "The spell did not work properly, however, and when I awakened in my new body I had lost not only my age but all my majick ability, except for the weak 'Fire Bolt'. "I still had my memories, however, and immediately realigned myself with my fellow Irl Newbs. I proved to them I was still the Svork they new and idolized." "The rest of the world now new me as Nemisis." ::Slams mug, empties the rest of pitcher into it:: "Undeterred by my young age I quickly relearned what I had forgotten, and at the wee age of Ten I created my clan, and our mission proceeded." "I decided on a fierce sounding clan name for the same reasons I chose to use the name Nemisis- in the hopes of deterring Pk'rs from attacking us. We were extremely outnumbered and had little hope." "I mastered a spell to mentally communicate with all other Clan Members called 'Clan Chat', and no matter where we were in the kingdom we could telepathically warn each other if danger approached." "We had spies in every town, not in just our clan but in others. From Nightmist to Cloud City, from Emerald City to Pern Valley. Our goal was to warn fellow Irlian Newbs of the dangers of the PK'r Cult, and we were quite successful for a awhile" "Despite what people thought of us we would only fight when provoked, and I must confess we were a rather small clan, but from start to finish we were Bad Blood!" ::Takes long draw from mug, gulping down half of it:: "As all things must change- so did the Irl Newbs, and with many of them now growing up in Nightmist they eventually married with the locals. Some joined other clans, and some even joined the PK'r Cult." "At this point in time it didn't matter. I had accomplished my goal to survive in this dastardly new world and at least I was now old enough to defend myself." "Besides- I had other concerns." "There was rumor stirring amongst the good people in Cloud City about travelers going West and not returning. Old tales of The Mist started emerging- most Elves and Gnomes believing the ancient 'lores, most Humans and Barbarians laughing at them." "I, for one, was a believer. After temporarily losing my soul in the insanity of Cyberspace I knew anything was possible. I set about trying to find out what I could about The Mist... ::Finishes rest of beer, slams mug on table:: ...but that, my friends is another story" ::Gets up from table, puts pipe away, looks around at everyone:: "I thank ye for lending your kind ears to this worn out traveler, but my bones grow tired at this hour of the evening. I must retire to my sleeping quarters. I have many more yarns to spin, but on another day. Good night, and may the Gods look favorably upon you fine travelers." ::Stumbles up the stairs to the sleeping quarters:: |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by drizzt_dourden on 12/14/02 at 12:53:04 a gust of wind fills the room as the tavern door slowly opens. a tall robed figure enters into the room with his hood pulled low as to hide his identity. it becomes obvious that this man has travelled far by the beaten,torn, and weather stained cloak cast about his shoulders. a whisp of pure white hair flows out through the hood of his cloak and the hilts of twin scimitars sparkle from thier scabbards hung at his belt. he merely strolls to the far end of the room, sits down near the fire, and warms his hands. a waitress eventually asks him if he would be in need of anything. he pulls her close whispering into her ear. she trots off and returns with a mug of ale placing it beside him at the table. she stares blankly at him, curious as to who this man could be. he merely lays a bag of gold on the table and motions for her to take it and leave him in peace. obviously worth well more than the price of his drink, she picks up the bag and stares even more intently at the man, now more curious than ever. but the man does not react. he just sits....and drinks.....it seems as though he is waiting for someone....or something. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Razzin on 12/15/02 at 21:46:07 As night sets and the noise from the outside begins to quiet, as the noise inside the tavern starts to raise, a man of average height opens the door and steps inside. The man appears to be early in years, numbering few over twenty if even yet his eyes portray an essence of age and wisdom found more in the days of old. He walks towards the bar and asks very quietly for a drink. A mug is placed in front of him as he hands the bartender the appropriate amount of coin, no less, no more. He begins to sip his beverage slowly, as if he were old and barely capable of keeping still his hands enough to take a drink. The man slowly rises, his mug still in hand, and turns his seat around. After seating himself in it again, he now faces the party of adventurers and magi, warriors and rogues. He cups his hands around his mug and removes his hood. Yet even so, his features remain unseen through the darkness of his unkempt hair. All that can be identified are his eyes. His deep, dark blue eyes. Eyes that seem to hold inside that answers to everything and to nothing. The eyes of a wizard. He begins to speak, yet stops, seemingly rethinking his words, then starts again "I am Razalite of !EDIT!, formerly renamed Razzin by my teacher. I have journeyed into this dark and evil land in quest of an unknown item. I do not wish to be here, yet my sense leads me here. So my stay will hopefully be short, and with the help of any other that wishes to act as friend or guide, I shall leave even sooner. Any that chose to aid me, will be much appreciated and rewarded with whatever I may provide. Yet I will not rethink my actions of anger and vengeance towards those of obvious evil intent and will not slow my rebuke." The man takes a sip from his mug and thinks some more before speaking again "I have come to understand that it is accustomed on these slow, weary nights, to tell a tale of past adventures and stories of life’s road. Yet I will not speak such of any of my stories, for they are exactly that, mine. Some of you may ask why I would even mention it if I were not to tell of any tales. I say this only to avoid being questioned by those who wish only to waste my time. If one were to come to me and ask of me to share a story, I would not but hesitate to ask this person their name before I begin to tell my tale. The man once again takes a drink, yet immediately returns to his speech afterwards "I once again will say, that your ways and habits are that of monsters and beasts, and in fact, I find the company of Goblins and Troll much more appealing. Yet I am here out of necessity, and wish not to get in your way, as long as you share the same mindset. So rest I will seek tonight and early on the rising will I be off. So long to those with whom I have said my words to, and good rest I hope you will find in the clutches of your friends blade." With that the man makes his way upstairs into the darkness of the shadowy hall. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by UniCrown on 12/23/02 at 20:25:52 *Young man enters* *mumbles something to the stableboy* "Greetings." *shakes hands with a few who are known to him* "I have not come to tell of my adventures, yet." "I have come merely to listen to others that I might learn many things from them." "Bartender, get me some strong ale, put this potion in, it will purify trhe drink and also take all poison out." "I am the king of the unicorn tribe. We have fallen into a great war with demonic and other evil monsters. Only many of us nicorn riders can defeat even one group of 5 monsters. The unicorns (our source of survival) are dying fast. We appointed a leader (me) to guide us in winning this war. I need advice and guidance., |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by UniCrown on 12/28/02 at 20:20:29 It is too late, we are finished. 4 Knights, Me and my four friends, unicorn, unicrush, and unicornknight. Have taken a small herd of unicorns and left. A small band of humans, elves, dwarves and other races took pity on us and let us live with them. News has reached me that 3 rouge unicorn knights have survived, and the colony lives, with only the power to eat and breathe, they still live. If I can bring them back and revive them. The unicorn knight will once again, pose a threat to evil, and the power of good will prosper. I come to ask advice of anyone who is learned in the ways of ressurercting. A former necromancer might be perfect for giving me the information I need. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dark_innocence on 12/29/02 at 09:23:41 <Part I> ~Eternal Breeze~ As you pass by a woman with honey colored hair and emerald eyes steps forward. She nods to you and her penetrating gaze seems to meet yours directly as if studying you, surveying you. You realize as you look back at her that you cant really tell what she is thinking. Her face shows no emotion and she stands with a stance of a warrior, her hand never far from the weapon at her side. She doesn't say much, and depending if you are friend of foe, you may be glad of that. For if a friend she can be warm and encouraging, a foe, her words are harsh and blunt. Regardless, she speaks with honesty, for one thing she can not stand is a lie. Not many get close to her, maybe that is her choice, or her decision, know this though, if she allows you close and trusts you, there is nothing she wouldn't do to protect you. Eternal is a woman, a warrior, a friend, an enemy, but most of all she is just her, she doesn't bend to the rules and judgement of others, she makes her own choices and decisions. If you don't know her she is very hard to understand and to her that is okay. Her law is that of honor, and she will do what must be done to uphold that. Maybe, if you learn a bit of her past, you will realize why that is so important to her. Eternal was born to Raylen and Alisha. He a knight of honor with a steady gaze and strong handshake. Loyal and protective of those he knew and cared for. She a gentle woman with the hands and magic of a healer and the softest laughter you have ever heard. They married young and their love was strong. Dreams and visions of a future with a family filled their hearts. They were both overjoyed when they found out Alisha was with child and the summer coming would bring a new addition for them both to share their love with. They waited in anticipation for the moment their child was born. Summer finally came and the young couple was picking berries along a mountain meadow when the first stages of labor hit. The pain came fast and hard, much worse than it should have. Agony wracked through her as blood poured down her legs and she looked to Raylen in shock. Something was wrong and she gasped as her face paled and her legs gave out. Raylen not knowing what to do, layed his wife among the wildflowers of the meadow and told Alisha "Stay here, I will go get help", his wife obviously in shock just stared at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him to her. "NO" she muttered. He leaned close to her as fear spread through him like a wild fire out of control.. what was happening he wondered.. but wanted not to worry Alisha. "Heal yourself, use your magic, all will be fine" he assured her.. but that was not to happen, too weakened by the complications she couldn't and she whispered "it is too late... " she paused trying to catch her breath and then whispered with tears in her eyes. "I will love you for Eternity, this child, will be our eternal breeze"and with that she pushed with all of her might. A small cry was heard as thier daughter came into the world .. but with the childs first breath, her mother took her last. Alisha was gone. Raylen took the small bundle in his arms still covered with the blood of her mother and cut the cord with his hunting knife.. tying it off he layed the babe upon her mothers chest .. tears poured down his face as he realized, with the new life of their daughter, his beloved was gone. A breeze blew by and cradeling his daughter in his arms he brought her to a midwife in a nearby village and returned to bury his wife.. After placing her within the grave he stood up. .whispered "I will love you for eternity. she looks just like you Alisha" and he brushed the tears from his face as he turned, walking to get his daughter and escape from the pain that would follow him forever.. Raylen named his daughter Eternal Breeze, after her mothers last words.. He raised Eternal alone, never again getting close to another. Mayhap he did this to protect himself from the pain the loss of his Alisha had caused. Their daughter made him smile, so much like himself and yet the spitting image of her mother. Honey colored locks and emerald eyes, a slow smile and a intense gaze. He traveled place to place, never staying in one place for long, but always teaching Eternal the ways of honor, the ways of a warrior in which he had always been. From the time she was old enough to walk he taught her to hunt, and to hold and clean a weapon properly. He taught her that anything, from a small pebble to the mightiest sword could be used as a weapon. At night when they would stop to camp, he told her of her mother and they would sit and look at the stars as they cleaned their weapons and spoke of life. They were happy, yet still alone, it was fine with Eternal, for she loved no one nor honored them, as she did the man who was her father. She wanted to grow up to be just like him. When Eternal was but 8, they stopped in a village called Malod, as Raylen replenished the supplies they couldn't get on their own, Eternal played with children of the village. One in particular she seemed to enjoy named Adrianna. Adria and she were running around and laughing. .Eternal playing with her small dagger that she got on her 8th birthday and Adria holding a doll. Adria was a magic user and Raylen watched with interest when he returned from his errands and to his suprise, he watched as his daughters eyes turned amber and she moved the doll from Adrianna's hands to a nearby tree branch without touching it. Watching her reminded him so much of her mother that he called out "Eternal!" and she turned losing focus, and the doll fell to the ground. Her gaze locked with his and her eyes slowly returned to emerald. "Yes father?" she called out, and he moved to her, tears in his eyes, unsure of what to say, he said "Depend upon your own hands Eternal, magic is something you can never be sure of". Mayhap his words were harsh, but to him, his wife had the power of magic and healing and yet, died in spite of it. Eternal nodded slowly and said to him as she realized what must be going through his mind, even though young, she was wise, and knew well the pain of her fathers heart. "Worry not father", she assured him, "I am going to be a warrior just like you". She then pointed to Adrianna and laughed, "tis she that is a magic user".. and once more returned to play. Soon after the small girls said their goodbyes and promised to keep in touch even when they were as old as grownups. Raylen and Eternal traveled year after year, stopping when they needed to, her father guarding those who needed it and yet, they never seemed to stay in one place for long. Eternal loved this, so many things she learned to do. Sometimes as she layed under the stars she wondered why he didnt just stay in one village, and she asked him "Father, why do we never stay in one place?" and his reply came slow, choked by emotion "One must find where they belong, without your mother, I am no longer sure Eternal". and she nodded, not asking any further questions that eve. She didn't really understand it, but trusted her father above anyone else. <this is part one only more of her story shall be posted> |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dark_innocence on 12/29/02 at 09:32:27 (Part II) ~Eternal Breeze~ When Eternal was but 15, they stopped for the night to build their camp. Her father told her to go gather firewood and she grabbed the leather satchel and tossed it over her shoulder. He was busy cleaning and preparing a rabbit for their dinner that night and he smiled as she walked off. "Dont clean the weapons without me Father" she said, and she took off, knowing he wouldnt for it was a routine they had shared for years already. "Better hurry then or I will" he called after her, knowing as well as she that it was something they would do together. She hummed a bit as she gathered kindling in the satchel and picked up a few larger logs for the fire. As she carried them back to their camp she heard her fathers voice screaming out in pain.. she ran dropping what she had gathered only to find her father on the dirt in the center of the camp, his sword feet away from him and the rabbit he was upon the damp ground. She ran to him and kneeled immediately seeing the deep gashes in his chest blood quickly soaking through his shredded clothing. His breathing came in gasps and he tried to speak but as he did so, blood bubbled upon his lips she shook her head. "Dont speak father" and she placed her hands over the gaping hole and pressed.. trying to staunch the bleeding. She ripped her shirt at the bottom into strips and placed them in the holes within his chest when her hands seemed not to help at all. Tears filled her eyes but she didnt let them fall, her father tried once more to speak as his blood darkened the ground around them both in a sticky crimson pool. "Eternal, Always.. have.. honor.. " his words came slowly, barely audible.. yet she knew he must speak them.. "Find. where. .. you.. belong... I.. lov...." his words stopped as his eyes stared straight ahead.. she screamed out. ."NOOOO FATHER!" and she buried her head upon his chest, crying uncontrollably until night fell around them, she didnt move, and awoke with the sun and blood spattered clothing, her hands still covered in his blood. He was gone. She took a deep breath as she forced herself to stand up.. gather his sword and the few things they had.. she looked at her father and within the area where he layed, she started digging with the mighty sword. She dug a hole and then kneeled, throwing the dirt faster and faster to the side in handfuls, and once it was deep enough, she pulled her father into it, and with a tearstreaked face, covered him in the soil. She used his sword to stand, and bowed toward his grave. "I promise to do the things you asked of me father, I love you". A breeze blew by and she realized, that nothing would ever be the same, but she would find a way, to make him proud. With his sword at her side, she moved on, stopping in a stream nearby to bathe and then continued her journey as he told her to. http://www.angelfire.com/rpg2/roleplayer1/blooddrip.gif With each drop of blood,we must realize, that life is changed eternally. With each death, comes grief. With each birth, comes life. With each day, comes lessons.Shella Mills |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by LS_Whisper_C on 01/02/03 at 02:05:55 A little girl whom appears to be about 8 possible younger walks into the busy lounge her dark piercing blue eyes show a hint of laughter and mischief as any childs would she smiles lightly to those around her. As she walks further into the lounge exploring as it may her eyes sweeping the others as her father taught her.. assessively to see whom could possibly be a danger to her.. her serious expression is somewhat displaced as her pet koala bear bumps into her from behind causing her to tumble upon the floor in laughter hugging it gently to her chest. She'd look up then to the others seeing if she disturbed and apologizes softly if she did. She'd rise then and brush off her dress and takes a seat near the far wall beside the window so she can watch her pet climb a tree outside it and smiles softly. Lifting a hand she brushes her long dark blonde hair back and reties it with the dark green bow that matches her dress and kicks her feet watching the comings and goings of all the others a bit suprised as it may at whome she sees come and go. She occasionally gives a smile of respect as she knows of some of the "elders" that run around this strange new realm as compared to hers but then she wasn't always from this realm and so had to in a sence change to be here. She lays her head upon her arms watching the others and out of the corner of her eye watching her pet as it is something she treasures given to her by her beloved father. She closes her dark blue eyes so much like his and wishes again for his return some day but til then still keeps to her vow to do as best she can to make him proud of her. She speaks not really to anyone as she was told by her father's lady whisper that ladies are silent normally unless spoken to and she wishes not to cause or say disrrespect. she knows if asked she'd explain or tell of who she is really. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by UniCrown on 01/08/03 at 23:36:59 (OCC: (sort of) Lovely stories) If I should (OCC: Post) all my life story, all of you would fall asleep by the time I was finished and probably wouldn't read it all (OCC: It'd take longer to read than war and peace.) because if I told it all, I would have to fall into the grand unicrim tounge, and you would not understand, though I must agknowledge, the far northern tounges from over the mountains and across the mist are far lovelier than the ugly tounges of you sewer-men and forest-men. Us unicorn-men may be weaker, but wiser. MAybe not as intelligent, but more charming. We have qualities where it counts, and you will still not help me. I should be humble, but this is taking forever and my people are dying and I need some cure, it cannot be foudn between my home and the mist, it is either here with you south-landers or in the far north, where the penguins lurk, although, some of you look fairer than others and seem like those northerners from the far north, whos tounges are greater than even ours, and are wiser than anything alive. *Ponders for a little while, when is offered a beer, refuses it saying that strong people may do the greatest deeds in other places, he may the the greater deeds at ANY pub. He says his mind needs all it strength though at the moment* *after 15 minutes of silence, starts staring curiosly at every face, when he looks at yours, he seems to be reading your mind, after 15 seconds, you start sweating, after 5 seconds of sweating, he turns away, disgusted.* Southererns are barbarous, savage folk, most of you, the elvish, most are fair and greater than us, the dwarves, they are greedy. The halflings are a match for us in wisdom, but you humans, half-elves and gnomes are stupid. THe humans think they have finer qualities. But every race here could surpass them in either strength, wisdom, constitution, charm, intelligence, and dexerity. The only races here really that could really beat us in a war when everybody was a tfull strength is either the halflings or the elvish. *studies all faces again. This time you develop a major headache but when he turns away smiles instead of making a disgusted face. Much to your suprise your headace is gone. Many dwarves start crying after only 5 seconds and the humans shriek in pain as they are tested.* I am going to tell my life story to all those who will listen, there are a few quality fold here and I think that remain silent because they know nothing. I fear that many of you know the answer, but I would have to mentally damage you to get the information. A very major headache (which most of you got) is the limit of my powers unless I do permanent damage. When I was born, I was already very superior in wisdom and did not cry very long. I was curious to this new world and wanted to explore. Much to my suprise however I had almost no control over my body. I focused my very small mental on my brain, and concentraded on what I was to do. MY mother took me and placed me on my bed. I decided that since this was a rather comfortable place, I would fall asleep. When I woke up, my mother was not present as far as I could notice, as I would alike you humans in body shape except we grow beards relitevely early and our life span lasts for mayn years and we never grow old, very much like the elves, o nly not so wise and intelligent, but stronger and fairer (In our own way of course, no offense meant), I foudn that Iwas rapidely gaining mental power and it would not be long until I had the ability to move around as I wished, if I had the information on how to. I knew that it would at least be a week until I was ready to move around on my legs. When that week arrived, I decided instead of focusing my power on learning to move I woudl figure out h ow to communicate. I quickly learned and by my second week, I could talk in my own tounge basic words and I could fluently speak the wretched southern tounge. A week later, when I learned how to walk, my parents introduced me to my very own unicorn, born on the same day as I, as is the way of the unicorn men. On the same say as a man is born, so is the unicorn, and if one died, t he other woudl be reduced to a small worm with no phisical power. I knew by instinct how to ride him, and now I coudl quickly get around. The northern white unicorns are unlike the few you find south of the mist. Yours south of the mist never shed their skin or horn, the northen ones come in two varieties, the black unicorn, which feed on the blood of all fair creatures, and the white ones, which are too brigh t w hen clean for you creatures to even look at, who do actually shed their skin and horn. That is why my steed is always coated with a light containment coating. We unicorn men must consume or be touching a small piece of unicorn horn or skin. My cloak, sword and boots are made of toughened unicorn skin and unicorn horn, the unicorn horns are soft when first shed, and harden after a week. During my youth, which I spent training my steed to talk (he does talk), and focusing my mental power to be great, that I might not fall as low as others when they turn into small beings with no physical power, but I would have a great mental power, so I might not lose my form, but heal all the others, and my wisdom proved correct, and my other fellow beings fell, the unicorns are almost all gone, and I must heal them. MY youth is now gone and I reached the limit of my large power. I now, when extremely focused, can release strong telekinetic power. Only I do not know my strength, and will not do that here. I mightg break things. I also can do major telepathy and your thoughts I can read if you are not guarding them very closely. Minor telekkinesis is almost impossible for me, because I do not know how, I have only seen major telekineses and have not learned anything else. I can plan battle strategies and invent things that can turn the tides of hopeless wars. I am weak-boned and ugly compared to most of my people, I am slow compared to elves and halflings, but extremely quick to h umans and dwarved. I may by my reflexes shatter a weapon with strong telekinesis if it gets too close. I have reflexes that prove devastaing in small skirmishes but weak in large wars. My weapon is the axe, both when I throw it and swing it. I have done the impossible, and now must do the possible. If you are unfriendly and hostile towards be, beware. I know your thoughts and will find out and maybe, if you attempt any thing foolish, you might fail, and worse, be harmed by me, even if you wear armor a foot thick. I can pierce any armor and any mind. You may not unopenly slay me. It must be open and clea, you must have more honor than me and considerably less wisdom, which is rare. Wisdom stands above all things. With all my mental powers, I would be dead now, if it weren't for the wisdom of the northen elves and of myself. If you are foolish, you are free to do anything, but if you are wise, there is only one path that you must take, and that path, if often, hard. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Alkwilyeaon on 01/12/03 at 17:59:58 Alkwilyeaon opens the the tavern door and scans the room. his eyes sharpening, looking for traces of his enemies. although he is a ranger who values life, there are still individuals who choose to cross him, only to realize that though he seems to be timid and shy, he is a worthy adversary in the field of battle. many adventurers have fallen before his enchanted bow. realizing that his hands are far more quicker than theirs would ever be. he can fire an arrow from his enchanted bow, even before they could unsheath their swords, reach for their arrows or mumble their spells. Alkwilyeaon sees that it is safe to enter the tavern and enters.. the sweet smell of ale welcoming him. He thinks of his hometown, or what's left of it. for while most of the elven rangers were in another land, orcs invaded their town and burnt everything to the ground. Alkwilyeaon's heart sinks. he loved his hometown so much. he thinks of Raerwyn and wonders if she ever made it out of their hometown alive. He wishes to see her again. to look deep into her eyes and murmur sweet nothings into her elven ears. his sadness quickly turns into fury. the orcs will pay. he orders a mug of ale and seats himself at a table far away from everyone else, he wishes to be alone. he nibbles delicately at a lembas wafer that he took out of his tunic. Raerwyn. The thought of her brings tears to his eyes. He knows in his heart that Raerwyn is still out there. he needs to find her. he knows she is strong, magic emanates from her every move, she has what rare elves have. unicorn magic. The magic that was passed down in her family from generation to generation. Alkwilyeaon believes that this magic helped her survive the siege. that cruel and brutal siege. he plots his revenge secretly. he needs someone to talk to now, someone who can give him information about the orcs. he anxiously waits for someone to approach his table. He also keeps an eye on the tavern door, if just one of his enemies enters, he will not hesitate to fire an arrow into their skulls. It is safe, he thinks. I am in no danger. i need someone to talk to. someone who knows who led the siege on his town. he closes his eyes and waits. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by SweUrk Rchirack Unicrown on 01/14/03 at 03:18:47 Looking fore help HERE??????? *rolls his eyes and chuckles to himself*. Unicorn magic eh..... must be a half-elf.... and and at least 1 quarter ûrkchan. I can locate unicorn magic, and also, under great effort, read thought from any location of the world IF i can come in contact with the power. I might help YOU, but I require some help first. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by LS_Whisper_C on 01/19/03 at 12:44:45 The dark blue eyes lift to those coming and going silently listening to thier words, thier stories as well as dreams some achieve some lost in the fray that most call life. Her little lips draw down a little in the hint of a frown as she thinks of much the simular with her only it's not her dreams she misses but her father. Shaking the head she'd banish away the bit of misery that always seems to flood through her when she thinks of him as she's always wanted to just be his pride and joy like she once was. Sitting back in her chair near the window still watching her pet out of the corner of her eyes she'd smile quietly to her self watching him remembering the magic that her father had used last to turn his first present to her into her pet. The usage of twisting space around it's form, he'd changed her tattered old teddy into a living koala bear. Mayhaps like a typical child would she smiles saying softly although he more then likely don't hear her,"be careful fluffy." Crossing her arms over her little chest the 8 year old child again returns her attention to the others within the inn/pub/tavern. Her eyes seeming to assass them all as she was taught to nodding in respect to some. At times her eyes would move to an ankle or two as her old habbit when growing up was biting on ankles just to annoy others much to the laughter of her family. Resisting the urge to again fall back into that rut she smiles and leans back summoning up a little purple flamed fireball in her hand and toys with it returning to her thoughs until spoken to. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Eternal_Darkness on 01/26/03 at 10:16:53 HOW CAN YOU PPL STAND TO TYPE SO MUCH! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by LS_Whisper_C on 01/26/03 at 16:11:57 ooc: because it's telling a story, telling a dream, expression of oneself, to make something and make them real.. not just some lil robot n,s,e,w,u,d controled thing.. but to make it living , breathing. with a story, memory, past and the hopes for a future. that's why that and because it's something we like to do. Does that work for ya? |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by SweUrk Rchirack Unicrown on 02/02/03 at 20:25:53 Arg!!! No-ones paying attention to me!!! You are all self-centered, I leave this place and I leave my curse on this place. Never shall anyone here that has started your life story leave here until he has FINISHED IT, and that includes the story of your last hours. So, die well, and if anyone drops by and wonders why this black statue I have just placed in the center is here, he must read this inscription and wander all his life until he find the answer. Found on the scroll he has left is read : The accursed tavern: This place was a happy place and many heros retired here, but they became so self-centered in telling their own stories they never listened to anyone else, and their stories must be told in full, and they must never leave until their story is completed, and their spirits will never have rest untilthey send help to the Unicieyre in some way! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by LS_Whisper_C on 02/04/03 at 10:50:56 As she listens she hears the strange man start raving throwing a scroll down calling the tavern cursed. At which she meerly grins,"Curses are fun" she says softly her eyes sparkling mischieviously as she sends the purple flamed fireball towards the man acting as old as she. Everyone is different, Everyone Responds to things in there own way but such actions are like that of one of my age. She'd giggle at the point and just watches on the black statue seems to come to life to all within the lounge .. she yawns then and closes her eyes waiting |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Dunadan_ on 02/16/03 at 03:59:40 by god are you peopel still going at it...you know i was here when the first people arrived in this bar, now it appears to bne more of a mosh pit than a tavern. i will spare some time to tell where i have been these past years. he sits down, for many ages i wandered , i never found a land that suited me, some had no people in them, others were to hateful, and still in others anarchy ruled supreme, untill i came to a land called utopia, i wandered into the land hoping for a home, and in this world, i found the utopian lords, they told me to follow the rules of honor and to treat my fellow men justly, then they gave me a 200 acre plot of land in the world, by god this appeard to be the greatest thing ever, but then most strangely to me i was not alone, but one of 25 men and women who formed a kingdom. with a most prestigeous and dignified king called Zidane, he was of elven blood, with a province 5 times the size of mine, his armies and his wealth fed the kingdom, and led us to vicotry in several highly coordinated wars, in the end however, the king stepped down, and a new leader rose, to power, this era to me was to be the slow decent of moral and humiliation, we won no more wars, and more kings and queens grabbed the rigns of the kingdom to drop them all to soon, but a day will come when a new king arrises to take the throne, and he will rally my kingdom and lead us to a victory like non other. ooc: go to www.swirve.com then go to games, its there battlefields is elete, legends is beginers, maybe one of you will be the new king/queen in my kingdom(but don't tell the current queen that) memories run deep in this world, unfortunately i can not stay, the magic is fading, the mists have spread to far and i must venture back to the land where misteries still survive, where honor is rewarded, and where men and women work together to preform the most complex plans. ironicly i am returning to the kingdom of mists,where mists reign free, and i pity the man who faces them. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Vyros on 02/16/03 at 05:03:53 Isn't there a rule about advertising other games on the forum? |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Og on 03/09/03 at 22:46:25 on 02/16/03 at 05:03:53, Vyros wrote:
(ooc: first why are you in a roleplay only to cause problems and not even contribute? and second, dunadan, he makes a good point that would make a good topic for off-topic conv. maybe as "fav games". btw what is your province:kingdom, memo it to me ingame, Brink ) *the young, cute drifter slides back in the shadows and while doing so whispers, "i may tell my story later, but am enthraled with what i have heard so far..." |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by AeonxZeck-P1C on 03/30/03 at 23:24:43 RoFL |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Hail on 04/09/03 at 00:49:20 You see a dashing man walks into the tavern looking as if he had just engaged in fierce combat. His face scarred and burned from his journey, you find it hard to recognize him as one of the elders of the pub. He sheaths his sword and brushes his dirty brown hair to the side. Aeron Ironthorn begins walking towards Surf. He drops to one knee and kisses her hand gently. I overheard your conversation m'lady. Indeed, it has been many a fortnight since we have spoken, how hast thou been? The mists have most definetly changed, the Stone Lord has moved west with many of the other beasts that used to inhabit the areas around. It seems a new breed of foes has appeared. They are much more vicious than I last remember. One attacked me just outside of the inn earlier this morning, its cries of anguish may have alerted the others of its kind. Thou must be careful when leaving, I'm sure there are more than just goblins out and about during these late hours. I shall spend my nights here, my days of adventure are numbered, I wish to spend my remaining years among new and old friends. Aeron walks away with a smile on his face and takes a seat with the rest of the storytellers. My friends, this shall be a night to remember. Before I start I must tell thee to be careful when leaving. It seems that I disturbed some of the new beasts in the area and tonight they are out on the prowl searching for anything and everything that looks like prey... |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Lorinel on 04/30/03 at 03:15:52 The door swings wide and a gust of cool air swirls into the tavern. In the doorway stands a man, tall with long, flowing blond hair. He is not beautiful, but is easy on the eyes. His lips rest in a firm, unemotional position, his eyes, crimson, stare straight ahead, unwavering, unblinking. He moves into the tavern and turns to close the door. He then walks, if one could call it walking, more of a slide, as if he were floating, towards the bar. As he passes the table, he turns and looks over the table. Seeing an empty seat he walks over towards it. Yet, instead of sitting, he remains standing, hands resting on the chair as though he could stand no longer. "May I join your...fellowship, or is this seat taken?" The man waits patiently for a response, a glimmer of hope in his previously dull eyes. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Roidhun on 06/23/03 at 01:39:47 The door creaks open, revealing a tall figure, lit by the incessant lightning. He is heavily cloaked, but as he enters closing the door, it becomes possible to see his ancient grey-bearded face. It is a face whose crinkles speak of good humour, but also of many vile things seen, many battles fought, the scarring on the left side telling that not all were succesful. The old man limps slowly towards the fireplace, supporting himself on a simple oaken staff. I am Roidhun the mage. I heard from afar, that telling of stories was taking place in this tavern. Meseems that some of you are known to me, but... an old man's memory sometimes plays him for the fool he may be... The old man looks slowly around the room. It seems as though he looks into the very soul of everyone present. He slowly pulls a chair close to the fireplace and sits down, leaning his staff against the wall. He stretches his gnarled hands towards the fire. Be that as it may, I also have a story to tell, if it please the patrons of this place... He nods gratefully at the barkeep, who places a foaming tankard of ale within his easy reach, and continues... ...for I was born long before the second Coming of the Mists, and already as a young man, I chose the way of the mage. I trained in the great Guild of Mages in what was then the City of Nightmist. Yea verily, I trained for many a long year, until I finally could venture outside the city proper. At first, I stumbled around the southern woods, but soon I learned to find my way, and many a dead thief and goblin would bear testimony in Hell to my prowess with my skills... Ahhh, well do I remember sucking the life from the body of a foe with one simple spell. The old man drinks deeply from the tankard and continues, wiping the foam from his long, grey beard with a casual flick of his hand... Not long after reaching my tenth level of initiation, I came across a man on the northern outskirts of Nightmist. He was a renowned Cleric of the Cult of Medora, his name was, as I recall Master_Healer... From him, I learned many things - among them an undying faith in Medora, the great goddess, and by initiating me into his clan, he helped me attaining greatness, greatness such as few men have attained. Through countless quests, and by slaying ever stronger foes of the realm and of the clan, I finally attained my thirtieth level of initiation. Ahh - the gift from the clan upon my initiation - a gift rarely given and even more rarely seen - the famed Cobalt Staff of The Winds... The old man has seemingly lost years by the minute as he relates this story, but now he sags in his chair, putting his weary face in his hands and mumbles in what seems to be abject fear... The mists! The mists are coming! Now Norinth shall never be released... Oh Medora, help me, the mists... With a visible effort he rights himself, looks tearfully around the room, and smiles self-deprecatingly. Prey bear with me, gentle patrons, for I know of many a brave man and and many a fair lady who never returned from that mist. I did... I did... But at what cost. My skills were lost, I was naked with no protection and little gold to my account... But though I am old and may seem poor and perhaps infirm to you, I still practition the mage's skills, albeit not as a master for the nonce, but in time, that may come... Yes indeed, that will come... He pulls his cloak around him, takes a sip from the tankard and seems to become a mere shadow in the great chair by the fireplace, listening to other patron's stories. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Lich on 06/23/03 at 03:10:21 A Dwarf grumbling about how he can not find a Stor that sells a decent set os bear skin mad how he wishes it but otherwise naked save for evil lookin tattoos that cover hiss body from head just below his strong set jaw to the top of his muscle bound foot walks to the room.. His crystal blues eyes set apon the bartender as he marches in, The long hair that cascades down his back pulled tight in a pony tail and braided with what apears to be a peice of lace decorated with Elvin runes woven in to the very fabric. "Ale." he bellows as he sits on his stool.. "Aye lich. Where be your lass this eve?" He dodges this queastion with one of his own his blue eyes loking around the room as he does. "Alot he'r night?" "Aye that there is." as he hands him the Ale "Most are here tellin the tales of how they came here it seems. An naye wishen to pry but how did you come to be here you and your lass. Ahhhh what was her name. Yasmine. Thats it yasmine." "We came here after the second rise and fall of the mist."Lich said his mane darting back as he takes a deep drink. "I was before that i was a warrior for Dagway in the Tunels of the dwarfs. More a guard really, boring life watching the gold other dwarfs dig from the ground and when man failed to protect the world from the mist that destroyed it and raised it again. I came to seek a path where i could see if dwarfs could be better. Since men are Semi inteligent beast." His eyes met the Bartender as though challenging him to tell he was wrong on that Assumtion. but when no answer came he continued on.... "So I came to the top seeking battles with witch to fill my scroll of deeds before I went to the Mithral hall. But as i climbed to the upper most levels I found that a sorcoress, practiceing the dark arts and had this thing wit spiders had taken controle of the exit... She attacked me one time with that ugly staff and it felt as though the very soul was being dragged from my soul... I vowed that day that since no man had even come close to ridding this god forsaken realm of such a wicked evil thing I would.... i sent word to my sister would lived deep with in the halls still and brought her forth and we fought Elshira, (I learned later that is what that dreaded beast calls herself.) but my sister on one of our romps saw something she had never seen before... The sun. She took topside and bid me to come with her. alas i could not as i had sworn a blood oath to rid the world of this beast that lurked in my beloved underground." Again his head tiped as drank deep from with in. "So i continued to fight, and as I cleared the tunnels one day I came across the most bueatiful site I had ever seen, Ahead of me in the dark there was a glow unatural it was. I moved twards it ready to strike as feared that it was trick of the dark wench.. but as I came close there was elf there she stood only inches taller than myself. But it was her bueaty that Caught my breath in my lungs. the clow was her hair silver as any peice that you or I carry. She was lost you see. She had taken a wrong turn and offered to lead her to the light above I took her out the tunnel and in to the meadow that lays with out. She seemed to almost brighten the day that already burned hoter than one I had ever seen. We talked and eat. I soon learned that well I will let her tell you her story. That is not my place. but so you see as time moved on she became my wife and i have loved with all the heart that this small dwarven body can have." He finished his ale and looked around the pub and when he doesnt see the women who he will spend his 600 years with a short time to an elf since elven kind although not emortal live longer than both human and dwarf a worried expresion crosses his face hefting the weapon he carrys with such lightness it to almost seems unatural and walks from the pub his face looking as though murder woud be easy if something has gone wrong on her hunt. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Lich on 06/23/03 at 03:11:40 OOC by the way i know the grammer and stuff sucks please dont flame im not great at english ;D |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Melfice on 07/04/03 at 00:41:46 A stranger enters the tavern.... He does not seem to be like the others. Many people have burst into the tavern to tell all of their grand tales of adventure but this character seems to simply walk in, with no intention of sharing past experiences. He looks different, somehow, to the others. His appearance seems unfriendly yet, intreging. Silence seemed to be, for the first time as the curious eyes watched the elegant male, walk to the bar. His eyes.... something about his eyes. A cold-blooded gleam which held so much pain. Was it the pain of his own experience, or the pain of his victims? His blue hair, hangs down from the horned helmet he wears. He is obviously not from nightmist origin as noticable from the unfamiliar armor he wears and the face which looks so distant, as if you can see how far he has traveled just from the look of his face. He truns around, reviling a perculiar smile on his face. Members of the tavern turn away to each other, murmmering, as if trying to avoid the hurtful eyes of the stranger. He walks with an aura of grace only achieved by, royalty or someone of a highly skillful calibur. He rests his exotic looking sword on the table and sits, patiently, as if awaiting a visitor or an encounter. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Ste on 07/05/03 at 22:36:35 OOC: good story karl, shame there arnt many other people like you on here, nightmisters couldnt roleplay if their ****ing lives depending on it, retards, I WISH YOU WOULD ALL DIE |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Sausage on 07/06/03 at 02:32:13 LEAVE THESE FORUMS AND GO PLAY YOUR OWN d**n GAME!!!!!! |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by dec on 08/04/03 at 11:03:52 yeah whoever you are. ;D |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by VampressMisty on 08/21/03 at 22:37:10 The ancient vampress wanders into the pub out of the dreary day .. After slaughter countless orcs and sending a few other less fortunate victims to thier demise she could use a drink.. The bloody red glow around her body which is clad in all black. Is her ever growing knee length tendrils of red tresses.. thick and full of waves.. It looks like satin against the very simple cotten tank and hip hugging black pants that reveal a glint of a navel ring and a small rose tattoo .. The pants flare from her knees in classic bell bottom styling.. her feet are talons and bare. Assuming there be rafters in the establishment she leaps to one after aquiring her favorite drink (alcohol wise) of warm deep maroon brandy. Her well toned but not thin form is outlined by that fall of silken locks and huge vast black wings .. each with 6 claws and each spanning a width of 8 foot or so when fully extended.. the wings tear gouges into the soft wood raping it and leaving her mark behind. The vampire leans against the wings as a chair backing perhaps and her long curved legs hang off the wooden beams boredly while her bright ocean hued eyes look over the people. She keeps silent and to herself .. And sips the warm drink letting it roll about her tongue and slip down her throat to relax her stress nerves... {OOC-This is an attempt.. odd to rp in a forum when Im very used to paragraph chat in an irc place. Bare with me I dont even know what our bar looks like. Hope its got some rafters or Im on my arse} |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Alkwilyeaon on 08/25/03 at 09:21:42 OOC: darn... i should've RP'ed as a vampire instead... :'( good one misty ;) |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by SamuelxZeck-P1C on 09/01/03 at 07:02:23 *walks onto the lands as a hush of silence spreads around the many places upon this realm, The figure walks with his hands inside of his pockets, He wears a black leather trench coat that flaps around his legs from the rushes of wind that arise from the surface and up into the air around him, his long black hair is wrapped into a poney tail, afew strands of black hair fall over his forehead, He steps into the tavern's light.. He looks around, his eyes searching the room that he has walked in, a Katana hangs at his side, the sheath faces backwards as a sign of peace unless he is challenged. He then walks to a table within the fires light, he keeps his mouth closed but it is impossible to hide his Vampiric nature as a 3rd Generation Brujah Vampire. His eyes stare coldly into the fires light.. |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by AlecxZeck-P1C on 09/02/03 at 06:00:50 (( *Cheers for Samuel!* )) Sounds of thunder slash through the distant fields, a gathering barrier commenses from air. Lightning strikes, the trees begin to crackle in fear-- a sphere of energy begins to form. The electric sphere growing larger by each moment, a form shows from this pulsey void. The shadowy figure begins to ermerge, slowly color returns to his body... A final step is taken, from the barrier to the ground, Alec stands with a strong posture, his lightened robe steadies against the wind. Taking a firm look with his electrical blue eyes, he acknowledges the area of transfer. Much faster than it appear, the barrier of light fades in a snap, and Alec begins to move once again. Releasing his perfect posture, he closes his eyes, his psionic nature guiding his path. As if a ghost, he begins to levitate in abnormal patterns of movement, shortly reaching the nearby town. Taking his stand upon the earth, before noticed, he continues a set path. Reaching outside the Tavern, his eyes begin to process the patrons inside. Giving a short deep breath, he pushes the door and enters the Pub. (( It's been two years, goto hell?! )) |
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Title: Re: Nightmist Lounge (role-playing) Post by Stalker on 01/26/04 at 12:52:48 OOC (im not very good at this as this is only my second post in this section so ull have to all bear with me please and just tell me if it sucks) A small dwarf walks in and sits down to tell his story. I am Stalker of Death and i have traveled this world looking for an answer to my question. "why do people always have to kill each other?" I have found no answer as yet but i feel that i am getting closer to the reply that i seek, I have been to many many places and barely escaped death at all of them. this is why people call me the stalker of death because it seems that death is always watching me. i have killed people in my time, but only in self defence and never out of pure hatred, my goal is to find an answer to the question, my life is filled with torment and suffering for all i have is my fellow clan members and a few good friends. i trust no-one except 2 people which i will not speak of for they are both too great to mention in this place. *pulls dagger from his tunic* this is my weapon of choice i have spilt the blood of many people with this weapon but i think that i will spill no more. i feel my life is approaching its end as is my journey. i think now i shall leave you all and go back to the place i came from to continiue looking for the answer (i know it sucks but hey i tried) |
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