THE MEKKANISM ROLE-PLAYING STORY FORUM
Integrally reprinted from the original source:
http://pub54.ezboard.com/fthemekkanismfrm2_____ While everyone was enthusiastic about the story for a week or so (April 10-17), the interest died out, due to more urgent concerns (mostly university assignments). And even though the story was briefly resumed in May, the story never really got started again. However, regardless of how short this time span had been, I still regard this April week as the best in my brief life as an online gamer. Even though we were no Shakespeares, this was an example of an online society at its best. This perhaps explains, more than anything else, that I wanted this role-playing story to be available outside a defunct board which may be erased at any time. If only I still knew how to contact all the people who used to be associated with it, there could still be a chance, even after more than eight months, that we could continue this story. Sadly, it will never be so. --Sir Broadsword, February 1, 2002. _____
GUIDE TO ROLEPLAYING ON THIS FORUM
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 12, 2001.
Okay this is hopefully a brief guide to roleplaying here...these guides are that and nothing more, guides. They are to make it easier for everyone to play, and fun as well.
Okay here are the rules...sorry guides.
1.No profanity! You may use archaic swearing terms for example BY (insert relevant deity's name here), or egad etc
2.No player-killing unless it is to contribute to the general story arc in play. The player to be killed must agree to be killed in effect.
3.No super powerful characters please. There is no point in having a character that is immune to all spells etc. it will not be fun for people.
4.There is no DM. This is a free RPG so everyone need to work together to make it work. I will outline the universe soon.
5.The combat system is based on riddles. Both contestants ask each other riddles, and the person who cannot answer within a day loses.
6.Also after combat, death is not guaranteed again refer to number 2.
7.This is not a D&D based game so you can bring in races no one has heard of, but make them interesting please.
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The Inn At The End Of The World...story guide
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 13, 2001.
Okay here is a brief summary of the first roleplay story arc to give you all an idea of what is going on so that u can incorporate it into ur respective posts...
The inn is a mysterious place, and travellers always end up in it either by a dedicated search, or by accident completely. It lies on the edge of the reality the world is set in, and hence borders the dreamland. Now the major event here is that the dream lord has died, and people have come to pay their respects. I will be inserting posts about what is going on in the background o set the tone of the place, and to enable better character integration.
This is a fairly uneventful storyline, and is basically an introductory chapter for characters, and a place to place poems, stories or prose for the passing of the dream lord, the lord of storytelling. Everyone must speak at the funeral as well. Also, in order to attend, you do not have to know about the funeral, just to be asleep, and secondly, everyone must 'perform' at the funeral ceremony...so either songs, poetry or elegant prose please, all related somehow to dreaming or the dreamlord, or just dreams in general.
That is basically all. Anything else that comes up in the story i will highlight in posts marked atmosphere posts.
have fun with the story arc. All the interactions will be placed in the factory section of the mekkanism site.
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(Note: When these guidelines were established, the story had already begun, as can be noticed below.)
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"hail all"
Posted by MDC Sabrina, Apr. 10, 2001.
*Enters this very empty realm, but while looking around doesn't see any other ppl here*
*Shouts* "HELLO??" *and waits for an awnser*
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Re: "hail all"
Posted by MDC DraknorX, Apr. 10, 2001.
Comes stumbling in and says "what d'ya want wench?"
Pulls up a stool at the bar and waits for a reply.
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Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 10, 2001.
"huh?" *rolls unto belly and continues snoring beneath table*
"never...did...snff...snore...Crom Faeyr...hit...it...you"
*opens one eye, notices two vaguely human figures and goes back to sleep*
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Posted by MDC Sabrina, Apr. 10, 2001.
*takes a seat next to MDC draknorX*
"I'm just came here to get me a drink and maybe some nice conversation" *sais this while looking straight forward*
"But all I see here is just you and that sleeping guy, There isn't even a bartender"
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Re:.
Posted by MDC DraknorX, Apr. 10, 2001.
"I know, what kind of service is this?", *yells*, "HEY, BARKEEP"
"Ahh, screw it", *climbs over bar and grabs a keg. Smashes a hole in the top of the barrel and dips two mugs. Hands one to MDC Sabrina*, "here you go wench"
"So what's a nice looking thing like you doing here?"
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Re:.
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 10, 2001.
*snores loudly then wakes up...thinks to himself "bloody humans"*
*lifts up a very ancient looking, but huge axe and places it on his half-giant shoulder*
"ALESSANDROOOO!!!! CUSTOMERS!"
*Vaxis moves to his special seat by the window and looks out, his mind a closed door to the world*
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Re:.
Posted by LL Durambar, Apr. 11, 2001.
Eldaers meditation was abruptly disturbed when he thought, 'Voices. here!?'.
- I thought this place was abandoned by the Deities & time centuries ago...
"Vaxis", he shouted, "Control yer temper and show our guests some courtesy".
"They sure look like they need it", he added and bursted into laughter.
"I dont know what plane anomaly brought you here, but since you undoubtly are gonne stay here for a while...have a seat".
Eldaer slowly rose from his chair and adjusted the gritty & worn sword hanging from the waist.
"This place may not look like much but it has everything a good inn should have", he said. "Good brew and whisky, clean beds and *mostly* good conversation". Eldaer turns slowly towards Vaxis with a subtle look on his face. All was quiet for a moment... Eldaer pulls up a chair, sits down and leans back and reaches for small bag of tobacco in his tunic. He then pulls out a well-used, finely crafted pipe and starts stuffing the pipe with the dark tobacco.
"So...whats your story then"?, he said, and turned his attention to the two newecomers.
"I bet you have a long story to tell", Eldaer said while blowing large puffs of smoke into the air. The smoke had a sweet pleasant scent.
"ALESSANDROOO!!!", he suddenly shouted, "...damn! he's sleeping it off again".
"I apologize for the substandard service", Eldaer said,
"But it is hard to find decent help these days, especially here"
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Re:.
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 11, 2001.
*Vaxis inhaled the sweet fumes coming from Eldaer's pipe...it reminded him of home...a home he could no longer even see in his dreams, for such is the power of an archonic giant banishment...*
"Well met Eldaer, mind if I ask you for the source of your fine tobacco? I will trade you my tale, for its origin"
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A Half-Elve Asks
Posted by FC Frost, Apr. 11, 2001.
While aware a half-elve walks up and introduces his self to the Eldear, "I am Frost-Bite, A Fighter/Mage/Theif I specialise in Ice,Poison and Cold Spells and Weapons,May I be a cours to your party i am ready to help adventure through the realms".Frost Bite Stands and waits for the Eldear.
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Re: A Half-Elve Asks
Posted by LL Durambar, Apr. 12, 2001.
Eldaer looked at the newly arrived stranger. "If you are couragius, have a firm belief and a good heart you are welcome to travel with me if you wish", he said. "Though my path may not always be an easy one".
The weather had grown worse. The wind swept the outside walls of the inn. Finally, Alessandro arrived with a keg of Elminsters choice. "That'll be six gold", he said. Eldaer dropped him a few coins and Alessandro returned to the kitchen with a moody look on his face. "This one's on me", Eldaer said. "Help yourselves". He then turned to Vaxis and drew a long smokepuff on his pipe. "These are leafs from Jalapa", Eldaer said. "Believe it or not, but this tobacco is prepared and fermented by descendants from Tobold himself".
He drew another puff and continued "Tobold the halfling fostered three sons, one of them travelled great distances until he settled down in the small village of Jalapa and he then chose to continue his fathers heritage". Eldaer poured ale from the keg into a mug, emptied it in a long swig and said
"I'm afraid that these leafs are a rarity these days, but I was lucky and traded a good hunting knife for a keg of the rare tobacco". The glow of the pipe was vaning. Eldaer drew a last puff on the pipe, then tapped it against the heel of his boot.
"You seem to appreciate it", Eldaer said , "I'll be more than happy to share...here take this, I still have most of the keg left". Eldaer reached in his tunic and pulled out the tobacco leather bag and put it on the table before Vaxis. "Just promise me you will think of me and Tobold from time to time when you're enjoying it", Eldaer said with a smile on his face. He cleaned the pipe caringly and put it back in his tunic.
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Re: A Half-Elve Asks
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 12, 2001.
"Thank you for the tobacco friend, i promised you a tale in return for its origin, and you also give me some to hold" *Takes a deep breath* "Okay I shall begin my tale. As with all tales of any worth, it starts out pretty mundane at first, then sinks into the deep mire od despair, some triumph, and then finally what brought the storyteller to the condition he is in now. You must wonder at my appearance yes? And probably my sleeping form beneath a table? All these I shall explain in due course over my drink with you." *He pauses again, as if to collect his thoughts* "Pardon the delay friend, but it is a harsh tale in the telling."
"You have heard of the Ogre's Reach? That fair coastal area once overrun by ogres and their kin...my father's kind, the Giants, drove these filthy creatures away from the area a long time ago. We kept the name, because it assured that we had a certain degree of privacy, away from other races, and our own. I am born of royalty, and my father was one of the high chiefs in those days. As you can imagine, my life was pretty free of trouble or concern...well barring one anyway...I am half human. And in a secluded community like mine...let's just say it does not happen too often." *takes a sip of his drink*
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Rees'han
Posted by MDC DraknorX, Apr. 12, 2001.
A tall stranger enters through the doors of the Inn, his travelling cloak whiping in the wind coming in from outside. Everyone turns to watch as he makes his way towards the two men seated at the bar. The stranger appears to be very uneasy and his hands never stray far from his weapons, two very wicked looking long swords on his belt. He's also carrying a viscious looking sword sheathed over his back.
"Hello", he was very soft spoken, "Might I ask where it is I have come to?"
As he asks this question his eyes are scanning Vaxis and Eldaer the whole time, as if searching for some sign of hostility.
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Re: Rees'han
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 12, 2001.
*Vaxis pauses in his tale to look at the stranger*
"I am Vaxis, and my companion is Eldaer"
"You are at the inn at the end of worlds." *Vaxis studies the travelworn stranger...something about him reminded him of almost forgotten lands that he might have seen before...*
"You have us at a disadvantage stranger...what name are you known by?"
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farah'ghal
Posted by LL sarevoksucks, Apr. 13, 2001.
*everyone turns to the door of the inn as they hear a grown-man crying...*
Vaxis runs outside to behold a man balling his eyes out. "Who are you and why are you crying" asks Vaxis.
"I am Farah'ghal of Beregost from the far north, and that kobald broke my axe!
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Re: farah'ghal
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 13, 2001.
Please continue posts at Inn at end of world section, and read the guides thanks.
"Always look to windward and judge your actions based on what you see.
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(Note: Even though that thread was officially closed, two new posts were added while the second thread was already under way.)
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The
Posted by FC Frost, Apr. 15, 2001.
Frost-Bite glazes at the offerer and accepts he says "I am a kind hearted,Not the Heart of a Drow ay Heart of a Winged Elve,But I am specie called a Element Elf cause by my mother and father I am a Ancient elf I am a Poison and Ice Master because my parents.I am the only one of this kind".Frost-Bite glazes at his sword and dagger and cuts himself with his dagger causing bleeding all his white blood went into his potion causing a miner fizz up.The Potion froze like hard hard hard ice.He gave the potition to his greeter and waited...........
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Re: "hail all"
Posted by Lestat 312, Apr. 15, 2001.
None of the other patrons notice the black dressed man enter behind them. He looks around the room almost bored and thinks to himself it seems fate has more tasks for me still. Curiously he listens to the people talk. Hmm he muses it seems a life time since I heard this talk spoken.
I spots a mirror and checks his own reflection.
He is dressed in a long black trench cloak, a board brimmed hat, a scarf covers half his face but this is not what holds his attention, his eyes are deep green and his ears elongated almost elfin in appearance, again he muses its seems a life time since he last saw that face.
Strapped over his right shoulder is what looks like a customized crossbow but made with an alien material. He touches the crossbow and for the first time feels a positive feeling since arriving in this strange place.
"Well at least your still with" he says to himself.
After he finishes taking stock he start to listen to the others speak and surprises himself by understanding what they, he them naturally drifts back into the shadows and listens.
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Chapter I: The Inn At The End Of The World (New Thread)
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 13, 2001.
With gentle flute, or marching drum,
The impression once mute, is no longer dumb,
it speaks...
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Meanwhile...
Posted by LL Durambar, Apr. 13, 2001.
Eldaer carefully scrutinized the apperance of the well-armed stranger. He didnt have to study the mans face for long to know. The man was unknown to him, but the eyes had a glare he had seen many, many times before. Eldaer remained quiet. He took a sip of the alemug and leaned slightly backwards on the chair. He nodded politely to the stranger and kept a watchful eye on him.
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Re: The mysterious crying man
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 13, 2001.
*Vaxis scrutinised the man that knelt before him, wondering what kind of axe could be the cause of such grief...even his axe, his most important and prized possession if broken would not bring about tears...anger maybe, but tears certainly not. He was half jungan giant after all and his people were more philosophical, and pragmatic than that*
"Calm down man! Where are these kobolds now, and why did they break your...axe? These things need telling before you can expect to recieve any help from us here. That is if anyone one of us is inclined to help in the first place. State the answers to my questions, and the solution, be it easily implemented, will be embarked upon by myself."
*Vaxis then raised his eyes to meet those of the stranger whose name he requested and whose answer was presumably interrupted by the commotion caused by the human and his axe*
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Re: The Inn At The End Of The World
Posted by OC Sir Broadsword, Apr. 15, 2001.
The wind did not die down altogether, but it had substantially decreased in intensity. In its stead, rain started falling. It was a cold, hard rain, which could be heard falling with surprising clarity from inside the inn. Eldaer, Vaxis and the others reflected that they had been extremely fortunate to be safely inside a warm place with a roof over their heads. Although none of them said any word about this, the very circumstance in which these events were taking place would have made any other reaction almost inappropriate, and all people in the inn could somehow read each other's mind, because they all shared the same feeling.
Farah'ghal, realizing that the commotion about the axe broken by the kobolds had made other people forget that he had already told them his name, took the opportunity to introduce himself once more. But despite the eagerness with which the other travellers exchanged greetings with Farah'ghal, the stranger was no longer a novelty. The interest for Farah'ghal and his adventures had somehow been reduced. Everyone, including Farah'ghal, was patiently waiting for the next person to pass through the front door. They expected the next stranger to be drenched and travel-worn. Would it be a mage? A bard with countless tales to make everyone forget about the rainy night? Or a dwarfish warrior? In another circumstance it is probable that they would have started betting on the outcome. However, everyone realized that it might take a few minutes, a few hours, even a few days before the next visitor would arrive. The roads were already mediocre to travel in the best type of weather. With the dry dirt now turned into mud, walking speed was now considerably diminished. Nobody ventured on those roads without either being lost or having to use them. But the inn had been more crowded than usual since a few days past. It was the only inn in the area, and the road to the dreamland was a long and treacherous one. The inn offered an almost necessary stop on the way to the dreamland, and therefore was a favourite place to stay for the night. The food was relatively inexpensive, and the beds were as cozy as possible in such a remote location.
Farah'ghal had ordered a pint of ale as dark as the night outside, and had settled down at one of the small tables near one of the windows. Outside, the woods could be seen a few metres away. Woods completely surrounded the inn, serving as a frightful reminder of the fragility of civilization in these godforsaken lands. Before and after the inn, one would continue to travel on narrow roads through the encroaching forest for days. Farah'ghal's attention had completely turned to the forest when the door burst open. Farah'ghal would not have noticed this had the candle light on the table not flickered at that moment. Even then, still looking through the window, he had exclaimed: "the wind again!". He did not notice the stranger who had just arrived until the latter started speaking.
"Good evening to you all", the stranger said as an introduction. He was wearing a long hooded raincoat, originally brown but which appeared black because it was completely soaked. He was carrying a staff, but he also kept a small sword under his cloak as a means of protecting himself. Most people had guessed about the sword because the tip could be seen beneath the cloak, which covered most of his body. But they could not guess what the stranger looked like, for his hood hid the greater part of his face. Most travellers wondered how the stranger could see at all with such a hood covering his eyes. The stranger pulled back the hood and introduced himself. "I am Lorax, Paladin by training", said he. The stranger had a strikingly muscular face, and the most observant person could notice a small scar on his left cheek. But everyone, somehow, had deduced that the newcomer had seen battle in the past. "I am willing to tell you my story, if anyone here is willing to hear it".
Eldaer was the first to respond. "Sir Knight, pray make yourself comfortable near the fireplace. You are drenched to the skin, and I fear for your health should you remain in this state any longer. As for your tale, we are fond of any story that can help us make this long, dreary night pass as merrily as possible. Methinks no one here would object to your sharing of your fine adventures with us."
"Very well, then", answered Lorax after having removed his cloak and settled near the fireplace, "I shall begin".
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Re: The Inn At The End Of The World
Posted by Lestat 312, Apr. 15, 2001.
So Immortals can die! The dark dressed man thought.
Interesting. May be I can erase 1 of my few failing, strange feeling started to well in the dark man, what was this? Anticipation? How long had it been since he had felt this emotion? But he couldn't remember like all his memory's it was twisted and far away. What was that failure he could right again? What where his other failures that at 1 time dominated his life? But no the memories had gone.
So he thought "The lord of dreams is dead, what does this mean to me? if anything? could I still dream? did I ever?"
But then if anyone could have seen the dark man even through his black scarf which still covered his face they could tell the man was smiling.
"Even Immortals can die" he remembered smiling. "Even Immortals can die" he repeated as he continued to listen from the shadows.
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Re: The Inn At The End Of The World
Posted by LL Durambar, Apr. 16, 2001.
Eldaer rose from his chair and greeted Lorax as he approached the table. �Welcome to my humble establishment at the border of the known world�, he said. �I purchased this inn some time ago to have a suitable place to retire when I have grown weary of travelling, but the call of adventure is still strong within me�, he added with a smile. �This have always been a desolate place and I can�t remember I ever had this many guests, however, I have always tried to keep a good standard�.
�Alessandro! You lazy offspring of a goblin, can�t you see we have customers?!?�, Eldaer shouted. �Now, get on your feet and start serving, or you will most certainly find yourself serving the critters in the local dungeon!�.
Eldaer sighed, �I once more apologise for the lack of service�.
�Mayhaps I should take your cloak sir Lorax? It should dry faster by the fireplace�. Eldaer called out to Alessandro in the kitchen again and sat down on his chair. Alessandro came out of the kitchen door and took sir Lorax cloak, anxiously looking over the tables while he hung up the cloak next to the fireplace. He then ran behind the bardesk and grabbed a handful of well-polished bronze mugs from the shelf and got to work. He did�nt like his work and he never did. But without this job he and his family would surely perish. As a gnome, there was nothing much one such as he could do for a living in this part of the world. He once tried farming but the fatigued soil here did�nt yield hardly any crops and he had lost his entire investment in this failure. It was at this time when he and his family resorted to begging in the streets in a town eight days of horseriding from here that Eldaer came and took him in as a barkeep in his newly purchased inn. Since then, he was indebted to Eldaer, but Eldaer was fair and generous. He oversaw occasional sleeping in the kitchen while at work. Thinking about this, he laughed to himself, he could certainly take a fair amount of yelling. Alessandro mumbled and cursed as he ran between the tables.
�I�m all ears sir Lorax, I would have offered you some of my fine tobacco to enjoy whilst telling your tale, but unfortunately I gave what I had on me to my friend Vaxis�, Eldaer said and laughed.
The rain was pouring down with equal force. Eldaer tried to catch the familiar view out the window but he didn�t see much. The evening was turning into night and the inn was filling with guests. Already a host of interesting characters had entered the inn. How many more will come? Eldaer asked himself. Can I accommodate all? If all goes well, mayhaps this inn will gain some reputation. Hail to the dreamlord, Eldaer thought to himself. Vaxis returned to the table and greeted the newcomer sir Lorax.
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Sir Lorax's Tale
Posted by OC Sir Broadsword, Apr. 17, 2001.
Sir Lorax, now comfortably installed in front of the fireplace, watched the flames dancing in the hearth for a few minutes, then cleared his throat.
"For several years have I been in the service of King Rotrimon of Vetarnia", said he, "but I recently wanted to leave this life of warfare and court intrigue behind me, and see the world before I reached the autumn of life. His Majesty, a kind and benevolent sovereign, urged me to reconsider my decision, but in the end he would not object to my departure, and deplored the fact that royal obligations deprived him of the opportunity of doing so himself. I did not know at the time that His Majesty was dying as he bade me farewell."
Sir Lorax interrupted his narrative for a few seconds, and lowered his head. The mention of the late King had obviously brought back sad memories in the mind of the paladin. Everyone understood this very clearly, and no one pressed Sir Lorax to continue his tale. This was a strange moment in the inn. Everyone was silent, and the only sounds that could be heard were that of the rain pouring outside and the burning wood crackling in the fireplace. Sir Lorax then raised his head and continued:
"King Rotrimon had died heirless. Soon afterwards, a few ducal branches of the royal family began making claims to the throne of Vetarnia. War between these factions started a few months after the death of the old King. Following a few years of war, a weak king was put on the throne, and the entire Kingdom was wiped out of existence when adjacent kingdoms invaded Vetarnia. No matter how much I was loyal and later grateful to His Majesty for letting me leave, I had a profound dislike for all the pretenders to the throne, all of whom I had known as cruel and power-craving men who were unworthy to bear the royal crown, so I never believed it was my duty to go back and protect Vetarnia from invasion. Vetarnia had changed, all for the worst. From that time, I have travelled across the land, helping the unfortunate every time I could."
Everyone wondered what was the reason for the Knight's presence in this inn at this time. Nobody dared to ask, fearing that the Knight would permanently interrupt his tale or digress from the original story to a trivial discussion about the weather or any other subject of superficial interest. But everyone knew that whatever the reason for the Knight's presence was, it was undoubtedly for a noble and chivalrous cause, for Sir Lorax's very personality simply made other hypotheses appear as ridiculous.
"The story which I am about to tell you occured before I even entered into King Rotrimon's service. It is certainly the oddest event in which I was ever involved. It is still as fresh as if it had taken place yesterday."
Eldaer, Vaxis and the others, including Farah'ghal, who was still seated next to the window, paid increasing attention to the Knight. The latter's face could be seen intermittently from anywhere in the room depending on the intensity of the fire. Sir Lorax turned around and watched where the other people were seated. Eldaer and Vaxis, seated not far away from him, could be seen very clearly. Farah'ghal, further away from the fire, appeared very dimly, while the dark dressed man was hardly seen at all, although everybody assumed he was still in the room, hiding in some dark corner, away from attention.
"About the time of this, in case you would inquire,
I was quite young and bold, in any case but a squire,
Whose childhood had been filled with many a story
Of damsels in distress, pure knights, and chivalry."
The paladin then continued, explaining that at a very early age he had become an apprentice under Sir Alfred de Woradde, who was a gallant, but otherwise average and unremarkable, knight, who exercised his talents at various tournaments. The event, Sir Lorax explained, took place at such a tournament, held under the auspices of the Earl of Lynn, who had himself been in his youth a renowned tournament enthusiast. The Earl's champion, one Sir Kefdirn, was considered the best knight to attend the tournament. Sir Alfred de Woradde competed in the tournament, but lost his joust against Sir Kefdirn. The latter would win three other rounds and make it to the final joust against a knight named Sir Birgian, who had been unknown until now.
"Sir Kefdirn's massive shield, painted vert a cross or,
Told all there who he was, for the blazon he bore
Was known throughout the land, to his greatest pleasure.
His opponent's blazon had a different feature:
Azure, on a bend or, three lozenges sable.
No one knew the knight, if he was capable
Of defeating Kefdirn, if he would win the fight
And therefore get honours at the banquet that night."
Sir Lorax explained that the two knights were about to start jousting. They raised their lances at the distance and after the signal, started charging. The blow was tremendous, and Sir Kefdirn, unable to parry the shock, was pushed off his horse. Sir Birgian had won the tournament. But a strange incident happened after the banquet that evening.
"Sir Kefdirn lost that day, and the opposing knight
Truly victorious first, then died during the night.
Someone poisoned his drink, but who may that have been?
Sir Kefdirn left at night, and no more was he seen."
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Re: Sir Lorax's Tale
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 17, 2001.
Vaxis was a tad bit perturbed by Sir Lorax's tale...was it not but yesterday when he himself had passed through the land of Vertania? He knew the knight did not recognise him, he had gone through another age cycle a few months upon leaving Vertania, and most of his prominent features had changed...his mass and height included. He fondled the haft of his axe thoughtfully...the most worrying thing was that it was also known that the land of Vertania was a fair journey from where they were now...suddenly, a chill wind blew into the inn...
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Atmosphere Post
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 17, 2001.
The moon was pregnant in the skies above the inn. Bearing her burden with a dignity reserved for the celestial bodies. Her wane light difusing down through the heavens and unto the earth her matron, her mistress. This surely was a perfect night for those things fey and hidden to be about.
The soft sound of a violin could be heard playing in the distance, and those in the inn could not help but be affected by its sorrowful voice..."The king of stories is dead...the lord of imagination...the lord of dreams is dead...all present must do homage to him...all dreamers in all the multiverse, dream of his passing and mourn. The king is dead! Long live the king!"
A ghostly procession could be seen on the outskirts of the inn, at the edge of the world...the edge of time, and space.
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The procession into the void
Posted by LL Phlebas, Apr. 17, 2001.
Vaxis' axe was glowing softly in harmony with the violin player's dirge. He stood up slowly and announced to his fellow travellers. "Fellow travellers, fate does not act rashly or without cause, it is therefore not beyong reason that we are all here for this occassion. I have journeyed for a very long time, and this is where my journey ends for now. I am honored to be in the company of such an elite group of travellers, please let us proceed to the funeral parade and witness the event that fate has deemed us worthy to attend.
*At this, he picked up a green cloak from a chair in the far corner of the inn and walked out towards the procession, towards the edge of the world.
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Posted by LL The Dragon, Apr. 17, 2001.
Ohh.......DAMN!!!!!!
Am i going to read all this stuff???????
Umm......no :)
Anyway it seems like you are having alot of fun, good to see tha..... :))
"Sing me your self-praises ,and I shall tell you what you lack"
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Re: The Inn At The End Of The World
Posted by Lestat 312, Apr. 17, 2001.
The music was causing painfully memories to return to the dark dressed man. Memories which had taken centuries to repress.
He was standing in the imperial hall again waiting to accept his reward. He was again Kweryn Isisle Dree the young warrior of Tuth Dan Dian. The warrior who had saved the life of the emperor from the primitive savages.
He received his reward a commission in the royal guard.
The years passed he continued to serve the empire faithfully,
he became the darling of the empire, a swordsman without pier, the hero defender of the realm. He also became the lover of the emperors daughter. But he was still low born and on the fateful day, he asked the emperor for his daughters hand in marriage. The emperor was kind about but answered he couldn't let his only child marry a low born.
Kweryn died on that day. The young warrior arrogance led him to attack the emperor. He failed but in the confusion a stay bolt hit his lover killing her. Kweryn was captured to await trial.
While in prison the spirit of Lazar visited him. Lazar himself was similar to himself he was once the hero of the empire but had been exiled when it was found he had been using the forbidden arts. He offered to free Kweryn to help him get his revenge if he would steal the grand grimore from the imperial castle. Kweryn agreed.
That night several dead bodies where found, the grand grimore was stolen and a prisoner awaiting justice escaped. Nothing was heard of any again for nearly a century.
He took the stolen book to Lazar, there the 2 of them agreed to get the revenge. Lazar studied the grimore learning the foulest and darkest spells from with. Kweryn worked at his combat skills performing assassinations and training the primitive savage creatures in the art of war.
One day lazar called Kweryn to him and asked "What do you want? What will you do for your revenge?". "Anything" the hate driven man replied.
With this lazar cast a great geas on the warrior.
"You shall not rest, eat or drink until you have destroyed all your enemies. Who are you enemies?"
"The Tuth Dan Dian". With this the geas was placed.
Lazar magic continued to grow as he learned necromancy and demonology as his horde continued to grow. He tutored others in his black arts including Kweryn. Than after a century his armies attacked. They where unstoppable killing or enslaving all they met. In a few short months they had taken the imperial capital of the Tuth Dan Dian. Some of the Tuth Dan Dians fled as far as they could, some even to other realms.
But the armies of Lazar followed them bring death and slavery to all the realms they visited. Time continued Lazar gave himself the name Shaitan "the dark one" in human tongue. During this time kweryn continued to follow his geas hunting the Tuth Dian Dan where ever he could find them, leading Shaitan's armies to more and more worlds. He was given the name Morgan Ra "The Reaper". He increased in power no warrior could match him combat, no sorcerer could match hes spells, he was death incarnate.
It took him 12 Centuries but he finally with his infernal legions hunted down and destroyed the last of Tuth Dan Dian.
He returned to Shaitans Imperial palace and said to hes lord.
"I have done it Lazar, I have finally done it. The Tuth Dan Dian are no more."
But the ruler of thousands of worlds just laughed
"How is this possible? I see a Tuth Dan Dianan standing before me. To complete your geas to me and have your soul returned all your enemies must be dead and you named your entire race as your enemy."
Morgan Ra considered this and replied.
"Our entire race."
With this he attacked Shaitan and within seconds beheaded the evil ruler.
But the head just turned laughing at Morgan Ra
"Do you think I have learned nothing in all this time? I am beyond death. I cannot me killed, I am IMMORTAL" the laughing head cried.
Morgan Ra in a fit of anger destroyed the imperial palace and burnt Shaitans remains and just walked away killing any he saw.
1 day later Shaitan was seen again leading an attack on a world which still had not been conquered.
For years Morgan Ra tried to fight Shaitans armies but meet with very little success. No one would help him all where still terrified of hes legacy. During this time he killed Shaitans body dozens of times, but he always returned.
In the end he simply gave up.
So he wandered from world to world.
He had seen many things, the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth and death of gods. But thankful he had forgotten but this infernal music was bringing it all.
But his memories returned to the present "Immortals can die", "Immortals can die" he repeated to himself.
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Entering chapter II: The journey
Posted by LL Durambar, May 10, 2001.
Hello fellow storywrites. I have tried to create the setting for this continuing story. In this chapter, the guests of the inn is entering the final journey to the dreamlords realm.
This chapter deals with the events and character interactions that takes place during the journey.
When the travellers start out, its still an hour before sunrise. The weather is cold windy with diminishing rain.
Good tidings people!
Dur
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Chapter II: The journey
Posted by LL Durambar, May 10, 2001.
Eldaer stood up and walked to the other end of the room and took his old worn cloak from a cabinet. The cloak was given to him by an old friend. Eldaers friend was killed in battle fighting by his side and Eldaer was unable to save him. He pushed the painful thoughts away and opened the inn door. Outside, he overlooked the surroundings and walked over to the stables. He untied his horse and led the horse back to the inn courtyard.
�I would be honored if you will ride with me and Vaxis, Sir Lorax�. Eldaer started to saddle his horse with great care and skill. He inspected the eyes and legs of the horse.
�You have not heard my tale yet, I will tell it if you wish�. Eldaer smiled. Sir Lorax accepted the invitation and they all mounted. The horses started to walk down the muddy road.
Eldaer was quiet for a while staring into the night with an absent minded look on his face, as if he was hesitating. The cold wind and the darkness seemed to get to him as he tightened the cloak & tunic around him. Eldaer took a deep breath, then he spoke.
�The truth is such, I�m not sure of my heritage. This is what I know. I was born second son of a Elven merchant. When I was six my family was slaughtered by brigands and highwaymen. I was the sole survivor and I managed to identify my family�s bane from where I hid, a powerful evil sorcerer that lead the band. Because of that man I am what I am today. I pursue and destroy dark magic whenever I can. I was trained by Durambar Telcontar, a great warrior descendant from the N�menor people. It was he who claimed that I was not just a merchants son but distant related to F�anor of Beleriand, the grandfather of the Noldorian elves. How he came to know such a thing he never told me. A few winters ago, he gave me this sword. He told me that my heritage demands it and to use it wisely because it�s powers easily could corrupt an unwary heart. The blade is �Il�vatar�s tribute�, forged by Noldors most cunning and wisest smiths. It was created as a tribute to Il�vatar � the creator of worlds. If this blade could speak�.it would surely be a tale. Scribes and elders claim that Morgoth captured the sword in one of the many wars between the Elves and the Lord of Darkness. He tried to imbue the blade with his own foul powers but failed. Despite all his efforts the Lord of Darkness was not able to counter the Elven enchantment of the blade, as several of the dark enchantments failed and left the blade with a property he never discovered. Upon realising his failure, Morgoth arranged for the weapon to disappear from the face of the world, but blades of this kind almost have a mind of their own and it was eventually discovered and re-forged by the Elves. It was at that time they discovered the enchantment left unknowingly by the Lord of Darkness: the wielder is able to morph into a shadow whenever he wish, thus he blends with the surroundings in dim lights and cannot be hurt by anything except the suns rays. You might say �Why use a weapon tainted by the Lord of Darkness?�. Well, I would not encourage everyone to use it as the beckoning of the dark powers is strong indeed. I have been gifted to withstand its treacherous seductiveness. I sometime use evil to fight evil, but I will never succumb to it. Blended with the Noldorian celestial magic, it somehow captures the true essence of all creatures walking the soil of the world. Good and evil, Yin and Yang as none is none without the other. The decisions remains with yourself, you alone choose your fate. As such, the weapon is truly a fearsome one. It brings healing and hope to the wielder and chaos, despair and destruction to its unfortunate foes.�
�However, I have not used my weapon for many years. I try to lead a calm and peaceful life but sometime my past will catch up with me. Of that I am sure.�
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This is where the story ends.
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