The Circle of Trust
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.
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Deidre Moreau
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]
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[SVN 872][11/06/2013] Server Update
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
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Intermezzo
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.
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Dragons, Gargoyles, and Chimeras (oh my)
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....
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Clerist Adair – Backstory
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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The (online) Journal of Clerist Adair
By Orlando | October 27, 2013
That's what it seems like. The way she looks, the way she talks, the way she walks, the way she smells, the way her velveteen skin lays in my hand.
Her magic is frightening, I've only seen power like hers once and it always created lots of explosions and damage, it never seemed deliberate. She had such control, it was almost frightening.
My Del's was different, without magic, she was a kind gentle school teacher. This Delia, seemed different, she was almost dejected from society, she felt guarded and impassable. I don't know what to make of her.
Every night I hear her above me crying, sobbing over the loss of her husband. She speaks of him as if he was some kind of more than noble hero. I fear I'm being compared to him or maybe she is looking to replace her loss. It's a comforting yet terrifying proposition. Already she has said that her husband was a great man, therefore I must be great, but I am not.
I must be careful and avoid her feelings to not become a replacement to her husband, a man I am not.
Though I can't say that I haven't found myself testing the waters with playful flirts. Have I been forgiven? Is this God's way of saying, you may have a second chance? Part of me begs yes, part of me is scared to death of losing her a second time.
I know I wont make the mistake a second time, I'll be there always, she should have come first before.
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[SVN 862][10/26/2013] Server Update
By TheGuy | October 26, 2013
- Worked on wiki
- Added house decoration "Theme Pack" to donation page for anyone wanting to donate to decorate their house
- Added missing code to some default artifacts so they could be disenchanted giving shards
- Major rewrite of the language system. Numerous scripts changed.
- Replaced the server game files with a new copy to fix encrypt errors
- A number of small little fixes to odd ball scripts
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Vuradin
By Vuradin Tormtor | October 24, 2013
"You tend the Academy, Vuradin, and take care of Sasha. She's most important, now."
She sacrificed for us, for everyone he thought his head nodding slowly to himself the courage of her actions must never be forgotten.
During his many years spent below he had seen many gruesome deaths, from battle fields to the poison of assassins causing there victims to blister till there death.
True courage was a rare commodity it was even rarer to be found within his previous race.
The tapping of his staff echoed as it knocked against the wooden bridge he removed his Wizards hat as he passed under the portcullis dusting it off. Where to begin he thought he must summon the instructor staff and pass the word to them of Delia's sacrifice. she was a true hero to all, a selfless act to save humanity. "My work here will honor her " his words came out slowly as if choking on them. He quickly gathered himself as his eyes met the scribes sitting at the front desk. " Send word to all the instructors they are to contact me once they receive this message I am the Head Master of the Academy now. I will be in Mistress Delia's room" the scribe quickly wrote down his words Vuradin turning toward the stairs sharply.
He sat in her chair the weight of the Academy now rested on his shoulders as well as many other things. Sasha, his fathers return, and the nearing death of Neria. His priority had always been Sasha would he be able to manage all of this?
"Sasha my Olath Ssin" he caressed the ring that bound them together he was concerned for her well being. He knew that when she became the conduit his death may come he was prepared for that. Life is finite in the underdark drow learn that at a young age but Sasha was so young so inexperienced in such matters. So many unanswered questions remained plaguing his mind with what could happen. He knew that he could not control what could happen. So rather than focus his energy on the matter he focused on providing loving support to Sasha attempting to strengthen her if he should fall. Delia's words played again in his mind. The rest of his problems would have to wait Sasha needed him at her side.
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The link between Engale and his students.
By Talow | October 24, 2013
Trance was gone. The Conduit was human again. Sasha cried in Vuradin's arms. Delia followed the voice of the gods.
Where was I? Looking for a lost friend. I headed out weeks ago looking high, looking low. I checked every place on this would I could think of, even some I didn't think of. I had to find my friend.
I kept looking until I stumbled upon a cave. I had followed the ether to it, but then there was none left here. The cave looked empty of everything at first until my eyes adjusted. Finally, as I looked over the floor I found the brown robe of my friend, and the rest of his belonging, a few bone fragments of him remained.
My eyes started to let small bit of water fall, they soaked the cloth around my face as I walked closer to the remains.
My friend is no more, elsewhere the new Clerist was found in a form that will surprise many by Delia.
They ran, I slowly removed the cloth covering my face. They jumped over the crumbling ground, I slowly reached down to touch the remains of my old friend. They entered the portal and returned to Narrowhaven, my fingers touched the robe and I was gone.
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