Ffh Nes Ii

stats out within a couple hours probably...
 
Well I made it out that rather well, time to deal with these zombies.
 
Ah, dang I thought I distracted you all for my attack against the ritual, but seems I was wrong. You win
 
you had a handful of men with only subterfuge on your side.
they countered the subtefuge and all that was left was many armed men agaisnt very few armed men

i.
 
This is a bit random, but here are some religious views.

The Holiday was know as the Night of Revelation, and like many Sheaim holidays how it was celebrated varied quite a bit by gender.
Its not that the Sheaim people themselves are sexiest, it is simply that the Eternal Lady despised men, and so religious holidays and rites regarding Her were solely performed by women.
For men, they tend to be cold nights, lonely nights, nights just made for drinking.
This particular Revelation Night, however, was to be different.


The tavernkeep was the first to hear the rapping on the door, but soon the patrons did as well. Late night entries were not uncommon on most days in this village, as the men here had a tendency to be kicked out by their lovers and needed somewhere to wait out the storm. This was not one of those nights however, as all the local men were already here for the Revelation Night, and the women were elsewhere. The only other possible explination would have to be a stranger. Someone travelling from another town, on a holiday? In the pitch of night?

Needless to say(in Sheaim culture anyway, over thinking situations is considered not just the norm, but also expected) the newcomer had the attention and curiosity of the entire tavern when the door was answered.

There stood a man, who to describe him, looked like he regularly took bathes with razor blades instead of water. Scars covered his arms, face, neck, and any other visible skin, some fresh and pink, some old and gnarled, and a spattering of fresh bleeding wounds. His left eye was missing, and an eye patch of black fabric with silver lettering covered it. Despite seemingly being inches from death, the man seemed almost...chipper.

"Greeting tavernkeep, I've come from the woods"

"You look like you need help, someone should call a Daughter"

"I'm fine, but I've come here to spread the Word. My old master has Passed Across, and I would have people read his journal."

"I'm sorry to hear of your loss, but you really need some help"
"Loss? Oh, my mistake, I meant Passed Across literally, physically, Mistress Ceridwen pulled his collapsing body through the Aether to her vault. He sacrificed so much of himself, all of it really, but gained much along the way, and now a final reward. I am more jealous of him than sad. I degress. I have come to show anyone that will listen how to worship my Lady of Sorrow."

While the strange scarred man speaks of Ceridwen to the men, some scars flash with a dark light of their own, forming patterns and designs along his arms, and a fiery light seems about to burst from behind his eye patch. While seemingly crazed, the man is clearly a mage of considerable power, something unheard of for the Sheaim men as of yet. The Daughters and Os-Gabella had been the acceptable route to Ceridwen and Magic. Until now. He spoke of gaining knowledge, power, and purpose in life through the worship of Ceridwen, one potent form of which was pain. To inflict pain on an unwilling subject is the Realm of Camulous, and unacceptable to the Lady of Secrets, but willing and devoted destruction of one's own body, the purest form of pain, granted great boons. While few have the willpower to harm themselves greatly, some few, such as the Scarred Priest, quickly learned much power, directly from Ceridwen herself in visions.


The writting of the Scarred Priest's former master, before he was taken by Ceridwen.

The Liturgy of Affliction: A Collection Of The Writings Of Vexis the Prophet

Dearest reader, the tome that you hold in your hand is a chronicle of pain, of torment, and of discovery. In these memoirs, I shall impart to you an autobiography of a foolish and failed attempt to achieve a great power. Walk with me as I break the bonds of propriety, throw off the restraints of the ancient laws of the arcane, and cast aside the bonds of magical ethics. For contained herein, you shall find the dying words of Vexis the Prophet.<br>
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Let it be known to you, loyal reader, that I remain until my dying moment, a student of Magicka. But no typical apprentice, am I. I am one who has forged a unique path to the deeper understanding of the mechanics of Magicka. Through the infliction of magical destruction upon my own flesh, I have accomplished more than any student before me has. <br>
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It is by that folly that I come to you now, lucid as ever, fully alert in my faculties, and acutely cognizant of the sacrifices that I have made in my quest. I have long since lost the capacity to feel any physical sensation beyond absolute agony. I've become so accustomed to it, so detached from the feeling, that to me, pain is simply always there. You do not think of the air around you as a sensation, do you?<br>
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How is it, you ask, that I came to be what I am? It began innocently enough. I was once a healer, one of the most promising students of the temple. Which one? It doesn't matter. I was eventually expelled. Fools. You see, we had a number of patients interred in our humble sanctuary who had been infected with the Red Fever. My attempts to use the magical arts to turn the disease on itself were less than successful in their early stages. For trying to find a cure, I was cast out.<br>
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It was not long after my exile that I discovered the means to eradicate infection using the destructive energies of magicka. In my explorations of the school of Destruction I discovered that by pulling the elemental energies through my own body, I was able to increase the raw output of energy. From the experience of a lighting bolt surging through my own body, I was able to deepen my understanding of the raw forces of magicka. <br>
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At first, the pain was bearable. I directed only a minor amount of the energy back in towards myself. I learned to couple the destruction with restorative energies. It helped to abate the damage done to my body, but did nothing to stop the pain itself. <br>
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As my tolerance for the pain increased, I began to channel more and more through my own body. My understanding of Destruction outgrew my knowledge of Healing. While it could still lessen the damage, it could not stop it. My skin became charred and blackened; it dried, flaked off, and cracked. I stunk of cooked meat. But I could not resist the draw of more and more energy. <br>
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I became like a skooma fiend of the worst sort. I no longer used magic for any practical purpose. I simply sought out more and more energy -- I relished the pain. Anticipated the moment when the energy and the pain would wash over me as one, freezing my flesh, burning it beyond recognition. My skin became a network of scars, sores, lesions, and burns. But it was never enough. Never. I needed more. More pain. More power. <br>
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I lost my sight. My eyes melted into boiling pools of vitreous humor so hot that they left streaks of blistered skin as they ran down my face like burning tears. My right hand froze solid and shattered into a thousand pieces, when I carelessly bashed it against a doorjamb in terror, once I realized what had happened. The bones of both my legs shattered outward like broken glass, shredding the flesh and muscle surrounding them.<br>
While this may sound like a fate of terrible consequence, my dearest reader, I can assure you that you will never know what it is to be a creature of flesh and bone like I have. You will never have the degree of knowledge of frailty of the flesh that I have grown to know. I achieved a level of understanding of Magicka beyond that of the grand masters of the guild, but that accomplishment pales in comparison to the grander discoveries that this experience has bestowed upon me. <br>
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People like you think that pain is to be avoided. Hidden from. Feared. Through my suffering and the numbness that now robs me of the ability to feel it, I can say this to you: Pain is a simple factor of human existence. It affords us the opportunity to feel -- to appreciate the temporary shell that our spirits occupy. Pain is the greatest gift that the goddess have ever given mortal man. <br>
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And now, as I tell you this story by way of a scribe, I am a stump of a man, wrapped in seeping bandages, never to know pleasure again. Even still, I have but one message to impart to you: Embrace what you are.<br>
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Glory to Mistress Ceridwen, for she has opened my eyes.
In other news, my isle has been very quiet... no dice rolls land on me?
Oh, and reading the sorcery adept's stats I noticed that adepts see ley-lines. In that case, could I get a ley line map of the places I've been?
 
so what do you all think? better or worse than you expected (the zombies i mean)

i.
 
For me much better than I expected, I thought I was going to be hit by them when I was weakest.
 
Now with Labrinth gone and Knife in their hand, I can't decide what to do. Hit them real hard (relatively speaking with such a few members left) now? or prepare to hit them weakly for all eternity? :p.

I knew that Master was lying to me, as he was horrible at it, but secret codes were not ones I expected, well played :clap:

Ah well, I knew that going for knife was a bold, rash, and dumb idea on its own, so I tried to nudge Master so that he would cause double the guards at the new ritual, but seems to have failed!
 
Seon: I think a better approach would have been totally silent about your activity and plans, not to try and influence them one way or the other.
 
They called me. Unless there were some triple crossings and quadruple crossings and double crossings and stuff like that, there was no way that he could have known my motive
 
thanks vruchten
 
You really should post those hidden stories more... I still vote for the Adam series.
 
I vote Orange for best story. Adam ftw :p, that's what actually saved you Orange, I felt sorry to set fire to Adam's glorious city. That and the ritual thing that 'Als planned and a horrific tales told by Ken :p
 
To: Edsunland
From: The Bannor


We are all in grievous danger from the undead horde at our doorsteps. Our Diviners (Immaculate) have revealed to us that if we are to completely remove the threat, permanently, we will need more then 100 gold to perform a ceremony at the Tomb of Sucellus. The God of Life will strike down those who walk against his will and Edsunland will be free to live in peace once more. There are six nations on Erebus, if each pay an equal sum we will be able to use this ritual for a mere 20 gold, putting out total up to 120 gold.

Every nation of Edsunland, that's the Bannor, Amurites, Hippus, Kuriotates, Kappa, White Mist Elves and Grigori, must pay this amount if we are to survive this age.

Let Junil damn any who refuse this meagre sum.
 
To: Edsunland
From: The Bannor


We are all in grievous danger from the undead horde at our doorsteps. Our Diviners (Immaculate) have revealed to us that if we are to completely remove the threat, permanently, we will need more then 100 gold to perform a ceremony at the Tomb of Sucellus. The God of Life will strike down those who walk against his will and Edsunland will be free to live in peace once more. There are six nations on Erebus, if each pay an equal sum we will be able to use this ritual for a mere 20 gold, putting out total up to 120 gold.

Every nation of Edsunland, that's the Bannor, Amurites, Hippus, Kuriotates, Kappa, White Mist Elves and Grigori, must pay this amount if we are to survive this age.

Let Junil damn any who refuse this meagre sum.

To the bannor, the rest
from the kuriotates


And what of those who spent their treasuries in the years past to do what we could, establish a protocol and perform a ritual one time that should have only had to be performed one time. Based on what we were able to observe from actually attending the ritual, it woudl have cost 2/3 that amount if we had acted 15 years ago.

None-the-less, we will pay 30 gold for the ritual (picking up 10 gold off the grigori tab).
 
From: Bannor

It is a great shame that no one was able to organise a combined resistance these past few years.
 
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