By Orlando | November 14, 2013
No one knew what to expect other than the city was falling apart and Queen Astra already had her hands full raising two small children. This was surely seen a disaster as the citizens resulted in unrest and crime was on the rise; However the inn was more profitable than ever doubling the sale of ales, and liquors in the past months.
By MarcieEve | November 14, 2013
I know you have been busy with running the kingdom. I think it is great, everything that you are doing. I was hoping perhaps while you are working today, you would get my note. Perhaps if you could manage to set aside some time for me today, I would love to be able to have a dinner together. There are some important things that I think we need to discuss, hearsay that Ive heard of appearances in Narrowhaven. I know you are busy, my love, and I understand if you cannot find time today. I wish you only some good cheer and conformation that I will be here waiting for you when you come home.
By Astra Vandoras | November 10, 2013
We are having a party! So we need money. We need to pay the bard to play songs and tell stories. You should talk to him. He's nice. He's staying at the inn, and I told him you'd pay him to stay there. His name is Tho'ithar Undlin.
We also need chocolate! Parties have to have lots of food, and sweets, and chocolate! Oh, and drinks! People like drinks.
I want a party, because I'm Queen! I can do that!
By wardenoffaith | November 9, 2013
The creature was enormous for one. Its giant carapace shone in the light of the lanterns. Its mandibles clicked audibly as it wiggled about waiting for its next task. It seemed to take to him well enough. It loved melting down ore, and devouring the magic animating the elementals that came from the earth's anger when disturbed with a pickaxe.
He just didn't know what to make of it. The creature seemed content, but was that enough? He didn't want to find out the hard way in the deeps of the caves that it wasn't.
That settled it for him. Nothing else bonds one dwarf to the other like ale... and since that was out of the question considering its flammability, the next best was hunting. He took the creatures lead from the stable master and set out. They would hunt.. and the creature would feast. Then maybe he'd be more comfortable with it.
They walked through the streets, one leading the other, heading out into the wilds. Korr knew only the basics when it came to battle. It seemed they would learn together.
By wardenoffaith | November 9, 2013
The dank musty smell, the drip of cool water, the light glow of the mosses lining the walls and teeth of the earth. The coolness broken by the heat of the forge, the ring of hammer on metal keeping time for his constant humming. Everything had been perfect, working in harmony for him. Until that day.
He had been distracted, always getting into his work. The fires of the forge that offer warmth and solace, also destroying his sensitivity to light in the caves. Then the voice came... silky smooth, obviously feminine, asking strange questions. How might dwarves taste? Other such oddities followed. He handled the questions jovially enough, he'd had a good streak with his workmanship that day.. but then the talk turned to Drow.
The race used to explain what evil is. The race that was talked of to give little dwarflets nightmares, and scare them into good behavior. He made a snide remark about them. And then he realized... she was herself Drow... and her counterpart who'd arrived as well. He was confronted with two beings rumored to be pure evil. It was only sheer luck that he managed to distract them long enough to flee, his rotund body sprinting as quickly as possible back into town.
He had feared for his life that day... and that was why he worked feverishly that night.
His hands weren't very dexterous, but he'd seen the needed information on how to make them. Lanterns... it had to work. Keeping everything brightly lit. Then they wouldn't be able to sneak up on him, take him unawares. He worked late into the night, many failures evident across the workbench. By the time it was light again, he had them... 13 lanterns. 13 beacons of hope. They would serve him now.
He hung them about the cave, everywhere he could, to shed light where it was needed. His work was done, the circle was established. The circle of trust. To mine beyond meant danger. In the light he was safe. He had to be.
By Deidre Moreau | November 9, 2013
All saints revile her, and all sober men
Ruled by the Gods' golden mean -
In scorn of which we sailed to find her
In distant regions likeliest to hold her
Whom we desired above all things to know,
Sister of the mirage and echo.
It was a virtue not to stay,
To go our headstrong and heroic way
Seeking her out at the volcano's head,
Among pack ice, or where the track had faded
Beyond the cavern of the seven sleepers:
Whose broad high brow was white as any leper's,
Whose eyes were blue, with rowan-berry lips,
With hair curled honey-coloured to white hips.
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir
Will celebrate with green the Mother,
And every song-bird shout awhile for her;
But we are gifted, even in November
Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense
Of her nakedly worn magnificence
We forget cruelty and past betrayal,
Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.
[Robert Graves, The White Goddess]
By TheGuy | November 6, 2013
- Vendors now move much slower
- Vendors if they detect snooping will refuse to do business with the player for 30 mins
- Vendors if they detect you stealing or attacking you will defend them selves & refuse to do business with the player for 30 mins
- Fixed a few small bugs with Multilinguists system
- Added a reviews page to the website
- Added the ability to take a ItemID and then display its GumpID inside scripts!
- Added doubleclick equip support to Spellbook(base) & BaseSuit
- Added a few names to NameRandomizer.cs
- Added special names for all rare book, scroll, letter, map, & parchment drops
- Made some books flappable that were previously not flappable
- Added a bunch of rare items to the global monster drop. (all the different groups of monster drop rare items)
- Wizard NPC (mysticism) had the wrong itemid for DragonBlood change it to the right itemid
- Changed new character starting location to not be in a fence
- Added Account registration system & remove old site registration
- Other stuff
By Delia | November 1, 2013
It was a lovely afternoon for a picnic by the water. Delia thought that perhaps Adair needed some peace to sort through everything that he was experiencing. A new world, filled with things such as magic, had to be overwhelming to him, and she was often very busy in the Academy with students and staff, so she couldn't always be there to explain things to him. She was tickled the way he took to the moongates, and suspected, from the writings she had read, that he (along with many clerists) was a latent mage who had turned from his abilities towards this religious calling. Well, really, magic and religion were closely connected - one came from oneself, the other came from gods, but all came from nature and the ether.
At any rate, she set to the kitchen and ordered a large basket filled with various foods, having no idea what he liked to eat (after all, he wasn't her Adair) and added a some ale and wine, just in case. After folding up a large blanket, and tucking it under the handle of the basket to cover the food, she left a note for the Clerist to find her on the beach by the Academy. Then she lithely set off across the bridge to find a comfortable spot under the trees, above the tide line, near the water. There she began setting out the meal, and waited for him.
By e1975b | October 30, 2013
This Shur as he called himself claimed it was a name for his race, beings that resembled gargoyles yet lacking honor, discipline, or fealty in aspects of moral stature. As Tra looked upon him the creature changed taking on a form of a lich, a creature of which Tra was very familar. Having walked the paths of the dead and slain many a Lich Tra soon discovered this too was a magical illusion.
So gritting his teeth and returning to his draconic form, unable to use paladonic magic in his demon touched planer existance Tra looked upon him and breathed deeply in his scent and there it was that he smelled it... Drow, a Drow wizard. "Mortal", Tra exclaimed as the being still claiming to be of demon blood yet having no tiefliing within him to even share a kinship overwhelmingly tempted and tormented Astra and the Tromtors... Shaking off the illusion seeing with his true sight through the lies cast upon the being Tra marvelled as it tempted once more the Queen to sleep with it and commit adultry, dishonoring her marriage, to dissolve her right to the throne.
Staring at Astra in shock Tra asked her "Why can you not see it is a Mortal?", and "Do you really desire this Mortal over Fenrir?" Eventually the Queen left in a puff of smoke as the being laughed watching her go. Once again Tra asked himself... Is Astra really a Chimera? If a pure blood Chimera, then a creature five fold Goat/Lion/Snake/Ram/Dragon... And even humans touched by dragonic lineage were blessed or cursed with true sight, or animals true-scent. But Chimeras could not have children, or take upon human form unless cast upon them by a powerful sorcerer/sorceress.
Was Astra a sorceress, was she a true Chimera, if so why could she not see the mortal before her? Or mayhap was Astra a mere tiefling sorceress who took upon the form of a Chimera for herself at times of want or desire? Mayhap there were not her young whelps as lions or drakelings as dragons but more... mayhap her children were mortals of tiefling blood, and she.. she was in more mortal danger by the strange Drow wizard Shur then she could ever imagine....
By Orlando | October 29, 2013
In this world there was a cycle of life. Every 20 years a child would be born, a special child, with great power. This child was a Magi and was remarkedas the savior of the world, but it was a sad fate. When this child turns 16 years of age when their power matures, they sacrifice themselves to the great Gods and renew and nourish the lands. Their death meant life for the rest of the world and the people were grateful for them; however, many people with different views wanted to hunt these people and destroy them. The order of the Clerist was created to protect these children, to nurture them, raise them, and stress the importance of their mission. Methalas was the name of the most recent Magi.
As in the world of Ilaria, Adair de Clare was born to a noble family and led a difficult life. By nine years of age both of Adair's parents had passed away. He spent his adolescence raising his sisters and brother. He cared for them the best he could, working several jobs (usually manual labor), late nights and early mornings taught Adair strength of character and responsibility. Something that would lead him well into early adulthood. He didn't have time for much of a formal education before he was an adult but he was very intelligent. When he turned 19 he enrolled in the Moonglow Academy of the Sciences where he met Delia Blacke, the woman of his dreams. She was kind and funny, they both shared the same off color sense of humor something he appreciated. They were quite close and at times overwhelmingly passionate. At 21 they were engaged.
Methalas was like many of the other Magi of this world, kind, compassionate, happy. He was a joy to be around and the Clerists took good care of him but he was also very timid and often scared. He led a sheltered life, guarded by the Clerists till he grew to become a young man. By the time he was a teenager he had become spoiled and felt entitled because he knew the people needed him. As time passed this grew, the Clerists ignored the warning signs and continued to pander to the boys whims until the day of his sacrifice had come. In a giant chamber built for the ceremony they celebrated his life and his blessings. People from all over gathered around to watch, support, and rejoice; however, this didn't happen. Methalas laid his head upon the marble alter, and as the head Clerist raised the axe something changed within Methalas. His mentality changed, he let fear into his heart and turned on the executioner. He became the first to die at the hands of Methalas, Methalas then turned on those gathered and started slaughtering them. He was soon lost, drunk with his own power.
The ceremony took place in Moonglow, Adair and Delia were there. When Methalas started attacking they ran, Adair hid Delia in his office and grabbed a stick and left to go find his brothers and sisters. He battled his way through crazed citizens scared for their lives only to find the bodies of his family their corpses still smoldering from being burned. Adair was crushed, he fell to his knees before he heard the screams coming from behind him. His heart sank, "Del's!" He ran as fast as feet could carry him and in turn found her dead as well. With nothing left he turned to the order of the Clerist.
A great war took place between the Clerists and Methalas. In the end there wasn't much left of the world humanity and the Orcs were nearly destroyed. The lands were destroyed. It came down to a set of physical blows. Methalas attacked his friend and mentor Clerist Andal. They exchanged blows and in the end they struck each other. Methalas looked to his chest as Andal's weapon plunged deep into his heart before he could recover Clerist Adair raised his weapon and swiftly separated Methalas's head from his body. Adair stood in horror as they both fell to the ground. The war was over. Adair peered over the war torn landscape a broken man. He walked over to a lake and peered into it and contemplated drowning himself. The ground started to shake and the world began to break apart. He knew it was the end. He thought back about his family, about Del's and closed his eyes. He was ready for it to end.
"Clerist" a muddled voice pierce his consciousness. "CLERIST!" the voice becoming clearer. It sounded like her, he was happy to hear her voice in the end, that's when she touched him. Confused he turned around only to find Del's before him asking him if he was "The Clerist" and begging him to come with her. An instant feeling of uncertainty and betrayal as he laid eyes on her.
"Get away foul DEMON! Methalas why doth thou tempt me so! I watched you die!" She fell to the ground, and began to cry. "Del's" he hesitated it for a second. It wasn't long after Demons noticed them.
"It's time to go Del's" He picked her up and placed her over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could, passing a single robed figure while running, before he knew it he was somewhere else, not his world but somewhere new, they arrived in Ilaria.
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