Swissempire
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Amazing Story LB, and Stats up both NPC and PC. Back to hunting around for PaintShop pro 3
ChipNES03: The Rise of Mana
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Swissempire
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That's Gorin? Mwahahahaha. Bring on the kegs, laddies.
Wubba360
Emperor
The Chosen few who were allowed to fly amongst the heavens on the wings of angels. Not even the elite ranger hobbits possesed such honor as the Angel Guard as the Eagles were now called.
Most hobbits rode horse, buffalo, deer, or whatever else they could find. But those given the honor of wearing the white armor was far beyond anyone. In Nashiya no one had yet ventured into the sky.
In Wilthfarthing hobbits of the greatest merit were given this honor. To control the eagle and form the bond they shared. They were of highest guard.
One Hobbit, a young boy had just been learning from his master. He was of a peasant family. Not much of anyone. But the members of the Senate were of mystical power. The High wizard of the council, Mergon the Brown, looked into the great tree of Pennune to find the worthy.
It took a great gift to ride the creatures of nature. They were sacred beings who would only obey those worthy and could not be tamed.
Mergon saw many creatures that had yet to be brought back together to serve under one banner. Creatures big and small who were yet to be united. Mergon was wise and of great power, he could see into the tree and see its roots and with it gain acess to the desires of the Creator.
He could gain acess to the warp, where all things became false. Where nothing was impossible. It was from this warp that power of mana came from. It was no higher power. The creator had wishes but could not morph what it had created. It watched coming and visiting at times, but could never outstep its boundaries, which it itself set for all life to obey.
It instead created a parallel, from this which new power could be pulled. It was perhaps with the ability of the great tree that they could gain a closer connection with the warp. Command its powers and bend it to good.
Mergon had seen the warp only once. He had visited when he was very young. It was a world where all the spirits slept and waited. Mergon long kept what he saw secret for it was for no hobbit to know the secrets he knew.
He could always here the whisper of darkness. He could hear the screams of the dead slain miles away. He could here the rumble of the slumbering dragon beneath the waves. He could hear all things if he concentrated. But, in this gift he was forever cursed with the sound of war.
He rarely saw these things, but he could always hear them. Mergon had seen a land of destruction and fire, he saw and feared it. But last night he for the first time since he learned of the past saw something that scared him. A man in black armor and with a long spear. He was evil, his eyes pitless blackening all around him. Behind him was a gate, and from it spewed a daemon. A creature of pure evil. Its scream was so loud and ear scraping. The man had looked at him and said nothing. All was black it was no light.
The next morning he could still hear the sound, but it had died down to a whisper. He knew now portals were being made to the warp. The dimension could not be tamed by any but the One.
Mergon knew not who the One was, but he feared that the times of peace may soon draw to a close. Mergon sensed though a new child this one held extreme power. Greater than any he had ever felt. He would take this boy under his apprenticeship.
Mergon knew the boy was blessed with immortality for which only a broken heart or battlewounds could stop. Mergon to was gifted in this. Although many took their lives after they felt their service and the coming of the next was no longer needed. Mergon had no intention of this however.
The boys name was Glorfindel. A boy even at his young age had snow white hair. He was gifted. Mergon would make this boy a symbol of Wilthfarthing. The boy was only 7, but he felt good about this one. Mergon knew, his people would need a leader.
The boy would leave the order of the Angel Guardians to join a society far more secret and mysterious than anyother. The White Lotus had opened its doors to a new member.
Most hobbits rode horse, buffalo, deer, or whatever else they could find. But those given the honor of wearing the white armor was far beyond anyone. In Nashiya no one had yet ventured into the sky.
In Wilthfarthing hobbits of the greatest merit were given this honor. To control the eagle and form the bond they shared. They were of highest guard.
One Hobbit, a young boy had just been learning from his master. He was of a peasant family. Not much of anyone. But the members of the Senate were of mystical power. The High wizard of the council, Mergon the Brown, looked into the great tree of Pennune to find the worthy.
It took a great gift to ride the creatures of nature. They were sacred beings who would only obey those worthy and could not be tamed.
Mergon saw many creatures that had yet to be brought back together to serve under one banner. Creatures big and small who were yet to be united. Mergon was wise and of great power, he could see into the tree and see its roots and with it gain acess to the desires of the Creator.
He could gain acess to the warp, where all things became false. Where nothing was impossible. It was from this warp that power of mana came from. It was no higher power. The creator had wishes but could not morph what it had created. It watched coming and visiting at times, but could never outstep its boundaries, which it itself set for all life to obey.
It instead created a parallel, from this which new power could be pulled. It was perhaps with the ability of the great tree that they could gain a closer connection with the warp. Command its powers and bend it to good.
Mergon had seen the warp only once. He had visited when he was very young. It was a world where all the spirits slept and waited. Mergon long kept what he saw secret for it was for no hobbit to know the secrets he knew.
He could always here the whisper of darkness. He could hear the screams of the dead slain miles away. He could here the rumble of the slumbering dragon beneath the waves. He could hear all things if he concentrated. But, in this gift he was forever cursed with the sound of war.
He rarely saw these things, but he could always hear them. Mergon had seen a land of destruction and fire, he saw and feared it. But last night he for the first time since he learned of the past saw something that scared him. A man in black armor and with a long spear. He was evil, his eyes pitless blackening all around him. Behind him was a gate, and from it spewed a daemon. A creature of pure evil. Its scream was so loud and ear scraping. The man had looked at him and said nothing. All was black it was no light.
The next morning he could still hear the sound, but it had died down to a whisper. He knew now portals were being made to the warp. The dimension could not be tamed by any but the One.
Mergon knew not who the One was, but he feared that the times of peace may soon draw to a close. Mergon sensed though a new child this one held extreme power. Greater than any he had ever felt. He would take this boy under his apprenticeship.
Mergon knew the boy was blessed with immortality for which only a broken heart or battlewounds could stop. Mergon to was gifted in this. Although many took their lives after they felt their service and the coming of the next was no longer needed. Mergon had no intention of this however.
The boys name was Glorfindel. A boy even at his young age had snow white hair. He was gifted. Mergon would make this boy a symbol of Wilthfarthing. The boy was only 7, but he felt good about this one. Mergon knew, his people would need a leader.
The boy would leave the order of the Angel Guardians to join a society far more secret and mysterious than anyother. The White Lotus had opened its doors to a new member.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: -shakes head- Are we copying from Lord of the Rings? Glorfindel? Insulting my nation and seeing visions of the Avatar? Interesting 
And is there also a reference to the Avatar? White Lotus...
And is there also a reference to the Avatar? White Lotus...
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
hum hum hummmm MMMMMMM
The air thrummed with power, but nothing was visible.
MMM-POP!
With a snap of displaced air, a man stepped out of nowhere and into mid-air. All was silent, even the wind that had howled through the rocky pass a moment ago. The very earth seemed to cower a moment before the robed and hooded figure, before returning to its natural state.
"Damnit!" said the man, moving his hand in a rapid circle pointing at the earth. "If it weren't for the fact that I burned the body of that moron who taught me this spell, I'd raise him and kill him again!"
Where he pointed, the earth was torn up in a maelstrom dotted with streaks of black mana, and flew up to meet the man as he fell.
"Much better," he said as he reclined in a chair of earth and rock, "now let's see where I am."
The tip of his finger split open, spilling a single drop of blood. It splashed towards the south, pulled by magic seeking the nearest great source of life.
"I might even be on target..." muttered the man. "Hopefully this Dethos fellow will be intelligent enough not to try to kill me. It would be such a waste to see us fighting."
The rubble-chair descended to the ground and collapsed into a pile of rocks once more. Making inanimate things fly wasn't exactly the man's strong side, although he could do anything if he offered the right sacrifice. But right now he didn't have a sacrifice handy, and didn't feel like spilling much of his own blood. Instead, he glanced around for an animal. Not finding one, he mumbled a curse and began walking. A minute later, he found a wild pig, digging for truffles.
"Come here, porker."
Another minute later, the pig was unrecognizable. A thick coat of hair had grown on its back, its legs were unnaturally long, and its skin was mottled dark grey instead of brown and pink. The head was that of an outright monster, fanged and wicked. It would be a suitable riding beast. But the mage did one last thing before he rode south to where he hoped to find Naxxramas.
"Mm. Good truffles."
The air thrummed with power, but nothing was visible.
MMM-POP!
With a snap of displaced air, a man stepped out of nowhere and into mid-air. All was silent, even the wind that had howled through the rocky pass a moment ago. The very earth seemed to cower a moment before the robed and hooded figure, before returning to its natural state.
"Damnit!" said the man, moving his hand in a rapid circle pointing at the earth. "If it weren't for the fact that I burned the body of that moron who taught me this spell, I'd raise him and kill him again!"
Where he pointed, the earth was torn up in a maelstrom dotted with streaks of black mana, and flew up to meet the man as he fell.
"Much better," he said as he reclined in a chair of earth and rock, "now let's see where I am."
The tip of his finger split open, spilling a single drop of blood. It splashed towards the south, pulled by magic seeking the nearest great source of life.
"I might even be on target..." muttered the man. "Hopefully this Dethos fellow will be intelligent enough not to try to kill me. It would be such a waste to see us fighting."
The rubble-chair descended to the ground and collapsed into a pile of rocks once more. Making inanimate things fly wasn't exactly the man's strong side, although he could do anything if he offered the right sacrifice. But right now he didn't have a sacrifice handy, and didn't feel like spilling much of his own blood. Instead, he glanced around for an animal. Not finding one, he mumbled a curse and began walking. A minute later, he found a wild pig, digging for truffles.
"Come here, porker."
Another minute later, the pig was unrecognizable. A thick coat of hair had grown on its back, its legs were unnaturally long, and its skin was mottled dark grey instead of brown and pink. The head was that of an outright monster, fanged and wicked. It would be a suitable riding beast. But the mage did one last thing before he rode south to where he hoped to find Naxxramas.
"Mm. Good truffles."
Wubba360
Emperor
alex994 said:OOC: -shakes head- Are we copying from Lord of the Rings? Glorfindel? Insulting my nation and seeing visions of the Avatar? Interesting
perhaps
mainly they are references for names, I just thought Glorfindel and White Lotus, don't worry though I made other references, but i have no intention of bringing those stories into this game, just ideas
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Balmora eh? It's my fav city from Marrowind.
LittleBoots
The Bloody Banner
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It was inspired by High Rock actually Never played a Breton, though.
Never played a Breton, though.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
I always play bald bretons.
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
Lurker's Comment: Either Wood Elf Assassin/Spy/Thief for me or Redguard/Dark Elf Legionnaire/Merc. Sometimes evil, malicious, Dark Elf Wizard/Vampires as well...
Wubba360
Emperor
Icmancin said:
or be gnome assassin with killer skills that are dark and evil like
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Stories now
The Strategos
Thanatos
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Greetings Lucius. And whats the reason for you gracing me with your presence today?
The speaker was a shorter than me, only coming up a little past my chin. He made up for his lack of height, however, by expanding in other directions, most notably his width. His shoulders were massive. Instead of the almost linear build of most of our kind, he was proportions much closer to a triangle. That should not be surprising, however, considering his profession, that of a smithy, required great strength to wield effectively the hammers used to beat the various metals into satisfactory shape.
My fist made a dull thud as it hit my breastplate, returning the greeting. Hello Aphstos. Just thought Id stop by.
Aphstos laughed, one of those fake laughs that indicated he didnt really believe me. Aphstos, always the dramaticist, even went as far as to wipe away non-existent tears of laughter from his eyes.
Come now, Lucius, this is not a tavern, where you would just stop by on your way home from work for a quick drink. Now granted, you might be just curious, but if you were just curious you would know that I am a busy man and so wouldnt have asked to see me. But since you did ask to see me, I must assume that there is a reason you want to see me. So quit insulting my intelligence and come out with it.
I shrugged my shoulders. I was just wondering how long until you can start producing useful weapons from this marvelous forge of yours.
Aphstos eyes narrowed, all traces of faux humor gone from his face. He looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds. I can understand why the High Priest would send some of his minions to check up on me. After all, we are a large drain on the treasury, and he is the one paying for all of this. I can even understand why the Grandmaster would be interested, seeing as it is his business to know what goes on in his city. But you what would be your interest? Youre just a centi He paused. You were one of the Solarians who visited the southern island, werent you? Perhaps they didnt prove to be as eager to worship Sol as you had hoped?
I chose to ignore him. How long?
Realizing he would not get anything more out of me, Aphstos turned, beckoning me to follow him. Opening the door, we went into his private workshop. To the left a cot was shoved in the corner, evidence that Aphstos tended more often than not to work late into the night. This impression was strengthened by the presence of many candles scattered throughout the room, but especially concentrated around his workbench, all much shorter than when they had started out. Tools dominated the area, seemingly left strewn at random, but more likely set aside in some complicated organizing system which only Aphstos knew.
Walking to the bench Aphstos picked up a weapon, handing it over to me for inspection. It was an axe, similar to the common ones I had seen peasants use to cut wood, yet different in several respects. It was much lighter for one, with a more narrow slicing blade than one that would be used to cut wood. The shaft was while mostly wood, was reinforced by copper bands, I assumed in order to keep the handle from breaking as easily. Attached to the bottom was a leather loop. The blade itself was a single, crescent moon shape on one side with a sharp spike on the other. Hefting it, I judged its weight. It was, as I said, much lighter than the common axes I was used to, and I could easily handle it with one hand. It gave off a light golden glow, and as I gave it a few practice swings, it left a trail of golden dust in its wake.
In previous trials, I just used a regular wood axe. Aphstos mentioned, watching me as I examined the axe. However, I found that the more narrow blade not only makes a lighter, and thus quicker weapon, but it also makes a deeper, more lethal wound.
I grunted. It wont do you any good if you cant get close to a spearman.
Aphstos nodded. We tried it with spears at first, but the enchantment just wouldnt stick. Maybe it needs more blade to work, I dont know, this is the first time weve ever done something like this. We know what works through trial and error. We still dont know why it works. Until we do, youre just going to have to make do with the weapons I supply you and figure out yourself the best way to use them.
I fingered the blade gently, careful not to cut myself on its honed edge. So this weapon is ready? We can start arming our troops immediately with them?
Aphstos shifted slightly. Well ummm this is just a trial piece. You see, we havent quite been able to perfect the process yet. We can get it enhanced, but after a few days the enhancement wears off, and you have to melt it down, and start the whole process over again. Were getting better though, this pieces enhancement has lasted two weeks, a week longer than our previous best. Once we figure out how do get the weapons enhanced, it should be an easy process to get the armor enhanced as well.
How long?
I dont know, we could be getting closer to a solution, we could just be going down a dead end path
I interrupted, cutting him off with a sweep of the axe I still held, light specks flowing behind it like the tail of a comet, How long?
Aphstos looked at me strangely. I dont know.
Disgusted, I threw down the axe on the worktable. Make it soon. For all of our sakes, make it soon.
I stormed out, not bothering to say goodbye. The other workers there, warned off by my body language, said nothing to me. Now my sole hope rested in the prayer that Time, that most elusive of all allies, would choose to aid us.
The speaker was a shorter than me, only coming up a little past my chin. He made up for his lack of height, however, by expanding in other directions, most notably his width. His shoulders were massive. Instead of the almost linear build of most of our kind, he was proportions much closer to a triangle. That should not be surprising, however, considering his profession, that of a smithy, required great strength to wield effectively the hammers used to beat the various metals into satisfactory shape.
My fist made a dull thud as it hit my breastplate, returning the greeting. Hello Aphstos. Just thought Id stop by.
Aphstos laughed, one of those fake laughs that indicated he didnt really believe me. Aphstos, always the dramaticist, even went as far as to wipe away non-existent tears of laughter from his eyes.
Come now, Lucius, this is not a tavern, where you would just stop by on your way home from work for a quick drink. Now granted, you might be just curious, but if you were just curious you would know that I am a busy man and so wouldnt have asked to see me. But since you did ask to see me, I must assume that there is a reason you want to see me. So quit insulting my intelligence and come out with it.
I shrugged my shoulders. I was just wondering how long until you can start producing useful weapons from this marvelous forge of yours.
Aphstos eyes narrowed, all traces of faux humor gone from his face. He looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds. I can understand why the High Priest would send some of his minions to check up on me. After all, we are a large drain on the treasury, and he is the one paying for all of this. I can even understand why the Grandmaster would be interested, seeing as it is his business to know what goes on in his city. But you what would be your interest? Youre just a centi He paused. You were one of the Solarians who visited the southern island, werent you? Perhaps they didnt prove to be as eager to worship Sol as you had hoped?
I chose to ignore him. How long?
Realizing he would not get anything more out of me, Aphstos turned, beckoning me to follow him. Opening the door, we went into his private workshop. To the left a cot was shoved in the corner, evidence that Aphstos tended more often than not to work late into the night. This impression was strengthened by the presence of many candles scattered throughout the room, but especially concentrated around his workbench, all much shorter than when they had started out. Tools dominated the area, seemingly left strewn at random, but more likely set aside in some complicated organizing system which only Aphstos knew.
Walking to the bench Aphstos picked up a weapon, handing it over to me for inspection. It was an axe, similar to the common ones I had seen peasants use to cut wood, yet different in several respects. It was much lighter for one, with a more narrow slicing blade than one that would be used to cut wood. The shaft was while mostly wood, was reinforced by copper bands, I assumed in order to keep the handle from breaking as easily. Attached to the bottom was a leather loop. The blade itself was a single, crescent moon shape on one side with a sharp spike on the other. Hefting it, I judged its weight. It was, as I said, much lighter than the common axes I was used to, and I could easily handle it with one hand. It gave off a light golden glow, and as I gave it a few practice swings, it left a trail of golden dust in its wake.
In previous trials, I just used a regular wood axe. Aphstos mentioned, watching me as I examined the axe. However, I found that the more narrow blade not only makes a lighter, and thus quicker weapon, but it also makes a deeper, more lethal wound.
I grunted. It wont do you any good if you cant get close to a spearman.
Aphstos nodded. We tried it with spears at first, but the enchantment just wouldnt stick. Maybe it needs more blade to work, I dont know, this is the first time weve ever done something like this. We know what works through trial and error. We still dont know why it works. Until we do, youre just going to have to make do with the weapons I supply you and figure out yourself the best way to use them.
I fingered the blade gently, careful not to cut myself on its honed edge. So this weapon is ready? We can start arming our troops immediately with them?
Aphstos shifted slightly. Well ummm this is just a trial piece. You see, we havent quite been able to perfect the process yet. We can get it enhanced, but after a few days the enhancement wears off, and you have to melt it down, and start the whole process over again. Were getting better though, this pieces enhancement has lasted two weeks, a week longer than our previous best. Once we figure out how do get the weapons enhanced, it should be an easy process to get the armor enhanced as well.
How long?
I dont know, we could be getting closer to a solution, we could just be going down a dead end path
I interrupted, cutting him off with a sweep of the axe I still held, light specks flowing behind it like the tail of a comet, How long?
Aphstos looked at me strangely. I dont know.
Disgusted, I threw down the axe on the worktable. Make it soon. For all of our sakes, make it soon.
I stormed out, not bothering to say goodbye. The other workers there, warned off by my body language, said nothing to me. Now my sole hope rested in the prayer that Time, that most elusive of all allies, would choose to aid us.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Truffles were the last thing on the mage's mind as his mount stumbled towards High Rock, capital of Naxxramas Already he had seen a several bumbling humans about, and he hadn't wanted to talk to them, so he had prevented them from seeing him. He had been riding for two days straight now, draining energy from the wild boar he was riding in order to keep awake, and he would have to find a better riding beast soon.Erik Mesoy said:
"YOU!" bellowed the Black mage at a farmer. "HOW FAR TO HIGH ROCK!?" He enchanced the question with just a little touch of fear.
"T-t-two days, s-sirrah." said the farmer, who had just witnessed an unknown man on a strange beast spring from nowhere.
"Good. And WHERE can I get a decent horse in this greenless land?"
"T-try Jeremy Parker, s-sir. Three hours thataway. He sells horses."
"Mana blessings," mumbled the mage sourly, and disappeared. From sight, but not from range. He eavesdropped on the farmer a little while.
"...looks like he's gone." said the farmer to nobody in particular. "Yes, probably gone." he said a moment later, striding over to the spot where the strange apparition had vanished. "Grenth's curse on him, that was not a nice fellow."
"Correct. I am not nice. But I do not appreciate curses on me, powerless though they be."
"URK!"
"Shut up, useless person."
A stream of Black mana flowed to the distorted wild pig, draining what remained of its life force. It returned to the mage's hand, depositing a stronger flow of mana, some of which formed into a gold coin.
Life to gold. What a curious transition. When so many men would pay all they had for a little more life.
"You've insulted me. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to just ask you to do a little service for me, and I'm going to pay you for it. Do we understand one another?"
"rgh"
"Still making those choking noises, I see. Don't worry, you'll be rid of them soon."
Black mana warped into the farmer, carrying with it some of the pig's life force, strengthening him at the same time as it shut down or distorted most of his vital functions.
"Carry me to High Rock. I want to sleep a while. I'll pay you when we get there."
Wordlessly, the large zombie picked up the Black mage, as tenderly as a mother might hold a child, and began carrying him towards High Rock.
"Seth Dethos... do you hear me? I'd like a meeting with you." The wind carried the mage's last words away as he fell asleep.
(OOC: Apologies to Cleric for abusing one of his farmers, but I'm going to restore him and pay him afterwards, and remove his memory so he'll even be happy about it. Now you can write a story about the meeting with Seth, if you like, or PM me details about Seth and I'll write it. Or just order me out and I'll go harass another nation.)
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Can't read the sotries, must read time spiral preview!!!!!!!
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
Wubba360 said:
*Sigh* But there are no Gnomes in Morrowind.
Definately going to join this... Soon.
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