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Post by Simon_the_Cyrodiil on Dec 20, 2004 8:03:42 GMT -5
What have you done to him? Answer! I will NEVER tell you MWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAH heeeeh And Sok we haven't started just read this entire thread and then we wait for yb but he is DEAD MWAHAHAHAHAH lol Then post your character stuff ;D we can't forget that ;D
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Post by Saimol on Dec 20, 2004 8:15:24 GMT -5
>:(Tell or I... or I... I... nevermind... ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Simon_the_Cyrodiil on Dec 20, 2004 8:56:04 GMT -5
Post erased cause it was stretching the page slightly and making my post seem smaller - Simon
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Post by Simon_the_Cyrodiil on Dec 20, 2004 8:57:32 GMT -5
heheh I killed the page ;D scroll to the right to see and do stuff folks ;D
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Post by Saimol on Dec 20, 2004 8:59:48 GMT -5
please simon edit it and stop acting like n00b
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Post by ybtypical220 on Dec 20, 2004 10:23:29 GMT -5
Due to Simons immaturity and inadequite killing techniques (words cant kill ) i am back, and i have edited to fix the scrolling. I will edit again momentarily. Yes, SOK, you can join.
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Post by ybtypical220 on Dec 20, 2004 11:48:45 GMT -5
The finnaly re-done Prolouge post (1.0) Chem-Kerria "Yes ! I've done it !"*exclaimed an elderly voice, which seemed incredably happy for his quite inadiquite surroundings. The elderly man was on a ledge, about twelve feet long and eieght feet wide, the man was leaning over a small wooden desk, which was banged and cracked in many places. The man was sitting in a chair, it was wood, but supported by ominous looking bones. The elderly man was a prisoner, the ledge was his cell. Beneath him was a seemingly endless abyss of darkness, that went down it seemed for miles upon miles. Across the open area was another ledge, inaccsesible, except by an old wooden draw bridge controlled from the other side. On the other side the ledge was about six square feet in diameter, two feet longer on one side, but that is where the draw bridge would be raised or lowered. The differance, between the ledges, apart from size and one side controlled the draw bridge, one ledge lead into a cavern with stairs, one did not. Moments later, as if on que, three orcs, one slightly larger than the other two, came bumbling onto the oppisite ledge of the elderly man. The larger orc threw a burnt loaf of bread at the elderly man.* "FOOD !"*yelled the orc, laughing histerically. The loaf hit the elderly man, and rolled off onto the ground, the elderly man picked the loaf up and put it on his table.* "I...I have something"*said the elderly man.* "Youre master would be delighted to see it, almost as is delighted i would be to see you all rot in one of these dank 'prisons' "*said the elderly man with a snarl. The two smaller orcs manned the control to the bridge and slowly lowered it.* "Not prisons, smart rooms !"*exclaimed the larger orc.* "If not for youre last 'something' you would actually see light from more than a cnadle or a torch."*the orc continued. When the bridge was lowered, the elderly man slowly came across, the moment he was on the ledge with the orcs, the two smaller orcs grabbed him and then they went into the cavern and up a set of stairs, And then another and another. After many flights of stairs, they finnaly stopped at a thick wooden door. The larger orc banged three times, and the door slowly openedm revealing a long, wide stone hallway. As the orcs took the elderly man down the hall, the design of the hallway was amazing. Evrey door was thick and reinforced, the walls on one side had arrow slits, the floor had indentions for braces to be put in, above them was an iron grate walk way, with a lowered beam which, with a proper basket or container, could be used as an effecient supplying tool. On the iron grate walkway were stone bins used to hold arrows and swords. On the bottom of both the iron grating and on the floor were wooden posts, carved masterfully. These posts, if any army could ever venture far enough to attack the hallway, would be put into place to brace the doors and walls to prevent crumbling and help against battering rams. The orcs continued taking the elderly man down the seemingly endless hall until they arrived in front of two large doors. The size of the doors were near unexplainable, near twice the size of a normal fortress gate. These massive doors were open, revealing a massive courtyard, near a mile in size. Thousands upon thousands of orcs, goblins, imps, trolls and other vile creatures were in this courtyard, training endlessly for some distant battle. Above them, where the sky would normally show, above the massive walls, was what many came to know as the black veil. Massive, dark and inflamable, this gave a constant darkness for the orcs to train, and not be weakened by daylight. A small beam of light from a tiny hole in the massive veil seemed ot beam down, almost mystically, upon the elderly man was he passed. The orcs then continued to carry him on and on, until they reached two more massive doors, this time leading to the interior. The doors were near the size of a normal castles gates, and built the same as the doors in the fortress, strong and reinforced. These doors were closed however. The larger orc took a nearby hammer, chained to the ground, and smashed against the door, inflicting no damage whatsoever, but the doors slowly began to open inwards, an iron grate gate had been raised to allow the doors to open. This was teh throne room, and it was massive like the rest of the fortress. Stone barracades and cover for archers were evreywhere, but a walking space had been cleared out. It was menacing walking down the hall, being carried by orcs, on either side there were orcs in heavy armor with pole arms, with many of the finest orcish archers among them. On the throne was a large orc, near seven feet tall, he was the warlord of Chem-Kerria. Rising through the ranks from a simple spawned orc, using trechery, bribery, honestly, diplomacy, murder, and simple massive numbers to secure his spot at the warlord, noone dared challenge his claim. He was fighting fit, unlike some other kings. He trained daily, most of his orders were known and carried out, so the king actually had time to hear his peoples claims, but since his peoples were orcs or evil ilk, rarely was a claim brought forth. But, the scientists who had been kidnapped often brought forth inventions, plans, designs, and countless other things, in hopes to secure freedom from Chem-Kerria. These sceintists were responsible for the well designed Orcish fortress, the forging methods and metals of most of the smiths, native or kidnapped, and an umber of other things, like the material for the infamous black veil. The elderly man was thrown before the throne, as the warlord stood. The elderly man slowly got up, casting a shrude stare back at the orcs who threw him down.* "Hello, again."*said the elderly man.* "After the previous time you came before me, i should have thrown you in teh catacombs."*said the warlord.* "Actually i thought that was a most decisive invention." *replied the elderly man.* "YOU BURNT TWO OF MY MEN !!"*shouted the warlord, pointing to a large burnt mark on the stone floor, and then to his throne.* "And you nearly burnt my chair aswell !"* he continued furiously.* "Yes, glorious wasnt it ?"*questioned the elderly man, proud of his previous work.* "No."*replied the warlord.*"My patience with you is waring thin, now, waht do you have ?"*asked the warlord.* "Well, first you promise me that you will release my family, and then i will show you my work, and then i promise you it will forever change youre military tactics."* said the elderly man.* "I would be extatic to release those food eating worthless humans."*said the warlord.* "Please do not insult my family, they work same as any 'round here in this pigstye you call a kingdom. Now, i have discovered, through scientific research and such things, that a special breed of orcs is possible that can match the best riders of the human world. Only, actually, without horses or worgs."*said the elderly man, purposley to draw attention from the eavesdropping orcs.* "Why ride on a mere horse or a dirty worg, when you could seek out, tame, and train dragons and avian creatures to aide youre orcs in battle. It will take time, yes, but think of the effects of being able to go anywhere without marching, enemy scouts will be powerless, you could drop assasins or suicide imps to cause damage to enemy infastructure, i am sure you could think of incredably vile things to do with a flying legion amongst youre troops."*said the elderly man.* "Yes, yes. I trust you will show us youre examples, time tables and such things ?"*asked the warlord.* "Of course, they are.. right...Wait, it seems youre minions are unlearned bafoons who have no appreciation for resaerch. The papers are in my prison."*said the elderly man. The orcs sighed, knowing what they had to do. They quickly ran off to get the papers, and a few minutes later they returned.* "They werent there ! He musth ave hid them !"*the orcs exclaimed.* "Back to youre lightless ledge, may you stay there until you rot."*said the warlord. The elderly man was quickly taken back to his ledge, the drawbridge raised, and hope it seemed was lost. However, when the elderly man sat down there was a vial of clear liquid on his table and a fresh, warm loaf of bread. The elderly man took the piece of bread and tore it into two pieces, a piece of warm meat fell from the broken bread, the elderly man sighed and then tossed the broken bread, and the piece of meat, off the ledge and into the abyss. The elderly man then broke the burnt bread, he took a few pieces and sprinkled them about, and then tossed it over hte eldge aswell, and then he took the vial of the clear liquid and quickly drank it, quickly throwing it over into the abyss. A few minutes later the elderly man was asleep, never to be awaken again.*
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Post by ybtypical220 on Dec 20, 2004 12:17:55 GMT -5
The finnaly re-done Prolouge post (1.1) Cai-dae-teir *It was a warm, sunny day in Cai-dae-teir, a normal day in the dishonest lands. There were two major factions in Cai-dae-teir, both trying to gain influence. Over the past fifteen years the factions had been in a secret war, it had lead to mass murder, the burning of countless acres of vital crop land, the sinking of massive fishing ships, and numerous other vile deeds, all of which, no doubt, had attributed to the dishonest reputation, espically during the recent years. Now, as both parties and the entire population, or those who at least knew about the secret war, all hoped this would end. Somewhere along the eastern shore was a wooden hut, simple and small. Outside the hut were four horses, all tied to four seprate posts. Two of the horses were mounted, the other two had saddles, but no riders. There was a distinct differance between the riders, both were elves, but one had a pale blue tint to his skin, the other had normal, but tanned skin. The tan skinned rider had a normal riding short bow and two falchions, the pale blue skinned rider had a single, long schimitar and a vicious looking chakaram. Both had leather armor on, and both riders distained each other. The tanned elf was a sea elf, the pale blue skinned elf was a drow, or half drow as he seemed ot be fine in the sunlight. Elves didnt quite dominate the population, but they had somehow managed to use puppet rulers to gain power, and use various and aforementioned means to attempt to secure full power over Cai-dae-teir. One faction wished to become more mercanary and guild like, similar to Ab la-tere, the other faction wanted to secure military power and conquer nearby lands to expand the lands of cai-dae-teir. That was just one of many differances between them. The rulers of the factions, somehow, managed to peacefully arange a meeting with only thier second in command to accompany them, the meeting would be in a remote location, and nobody would know where, except the leaders. The meeting was taking place, it had been at least an hour by now and the leaders were still talking, their seconds in command waiting anxiously for word, but bideing thier time starign at each other. The silence broke when an arrow flew past them and lodged itself into the walls of the hut, the seconds quickly looked over to see a large group of desert bedouwein warriors charging at them from all sides.* "Quickly, We are under attack !"*shouted the sea elf, both leaders ran out and quickly jumped ot thier mounts, already suspecting trechery. The heavily robed Beadouwein warriors were cruel and vicious, not to mention well armed from thier numerous raids. They were desert peoples who refused all diplomatic actions from evreyone, except for fellow beadoweins. The large horde quickly ran towards the hut, hurling spears and loosing arrows, the elves banded togather, the drows threw their chakarams, the sea elves used thier bows, but the desert peoples kept coming. The drows drew their schimitars and the sea elves thier falchions, they spurred thier horses and attempted to make a brake for freedom, but a well aimed javiline dismounted and beheaded the second in command sea elf, who was no doubt the best built warrior of the four. As the other three attempted to run, they where slowed by the countless ranks and eventually dismounted, their horses were killed, thier bodies were dragged off to the bedowein camp, except for the second in command drow, he was cut in the arms and face with a knife, but he was left alive to tell the tale of the vicious massacre, which came from a peacefull meeting.*
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Post by ybtypical220 on Dec 20, 2004 12:50:22 GMT -5
The finnaly re-done Prolouge post (1.2& 1.3) Wei-kar
*high in the tree tops of Elven controlled Wei-Kar was the elven capital building. Made from expertly crafted stone, it was a sight to see, the design was mystical, designed with large rooms with small entrances, many balconies and overlooks, numerous windows, it was an amazing structure, designed to serve its purpose as a place to meet, study and conduct various buisness, but also to suit the elven archers and their egos. Two rooms, it seemed, but far were larger than any others. One was the meetign and cordial room, where parties and meetings would be held, the other was the library. The elven leaders of Wei-Kar prized books, and had thousands, bookshelves lined the large walls, scrolls, books and manuscripts were evreywhere, but there was only a single person in the library, among many tables and chairs for studying, there was a single person. The king of Wei-Kar had ordered the library emptied for his studying, so it was emptied of all people. The windows were open, the wind was blowing silently, it was picturesque for studying, or picturesque for anything. But, all was not well. A slight thump was heard, the elven king looked back overh is shoulder at the door.* "No, i am not done yet"*he said, thinking it was a knock at the door. He then looked back at his book trying to find his place. The books were about military stratagey, and studies about diffrent races. The elven king heard t he pull of a string, he looked up but it was to late, an arrow from a bow flew into the elven kings throat. The assasin, who came in, landing with the slight thump heard shortly before. The assasin wasted no time in retrieving his arrow, but he then drew a knife and slit the already dead kings throat, the assasin left the knife and then went to the window he came in from, he leapt onto a rope and then made his way down, leaving the rope. He hit the ground with a pair of oversized boots and then escaped.*
Bouk-Thar *In the largest meedhall on the island of Bouk-Thar were the most influencial leaders of Bouk-Thar. It was a cold, rainy day and the leaders were already on thier way to being very drunk, but due to near constant heavy drinking, the leaders still had what wits they had about them. The leader of a majority of the villages and clans througout the lands of Bouk-Thar spoke up in the middle of a normal day of drinking.* "Fellow Tharians, how long have we goen without plunder ! Without Slaves ! Without gold coins, without silver platters !, lets get our clans togather, recruit from our villages and do more than raid, let us get our normal plunder, lets go and get villages on the main lands, let us plunder from thier, without limits, we shall soon drink in golden halls from silver cups, slaves to do our bidding, we will be... more kingly than we are as is !"*he said with a shout, the other leaders agreed, and sent runners to spread the word, despite the rain. There would be no action for some time, the leaders knew this, so thye proceded to drink more and more.*
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Post by ybtypical220 on Dec 20, 2004 14:01:24 GMT -5
[ooc: Please post intros now, and after intros are posted, i will continue from the prelude posts and then we will get RPing. I will post my intro first, if there are no objections. You can post Intro's at any time in the day, but it will all be assumed like it happend at various times, the same day like the prelude posts.] ic:*It was an night in the plain lands of North Western Ik-Thar, but there was a small camp, a number of tents, all surrounding a large bonfire. Around the camp were many horses, near sixty, all tied togather so they would not run off. Around the bonfire were five people, four were dressed in leather armor and riding chaps, but one was waring a full suit of chainmail armor. All of the men had a wooden targe (small round shield) slung over thier backs, even the man in chainmail. A spear wall lined the camp, all the spears were short and light, easy to carry, easy to throw. In the tents slept a few men per tent, all men woke, watched and slept in shifts. Also inside the tents were the weapons and armor of the sleeping men. There was not a single plate mail, all light armor. The weapons were all designed for light, quick combat. Falchions, schimitars and other curved blades ranked among the more numerous weapons of the encamped group. It seemed there was a hightened sense of comradeship among the group, people from provinces all over Raitheein were in the group, mainly of Human origin however. Along with the normal light cavalry element of the group, there were also a few elves among the group. And the elves, being adept archers, honed thier skill on horseback, thus giving speed and range to the group. The five men currently around the bonfire all were smoking pipes, exchanging old war stories. The man in chainmail, apparently the leader of the group, was tall, over six feet in hiegth. He was of avrage build, with more built legs for horse riding. His face was solemn and silent, he was not saying a word while the other four were talking up a storm. A cold wind blew by the camp, the bonfire was sreduced to red hot embers. The leader's short brown hair blew in the wind. The men around the fire quickly threw another log in the bonfire and stoaked it with a spear, and once again it was a nice, quiet bonfire. The shappire blue eyes of the leader grazed the fire, and then the surrounding plains. It was a cold night, the wind was slowly blowing across the plains of western Ik-Thar.* "Something is brewing, i can feel it."*said the leader.* "Ahh, he speaks."*said one of the men around the fire.* "Nay, its just the cold weather. Ye be'n saying things been brewing for weeks now. Its just youre previous injuries and the changing weather."*he continued.* "Perhaps. We rode hard today, maybe I just need some rest."*said the leader, he then emptied his pipe into the bonfire and went into one of the tents to sleep.*
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Post by Saimol on Dec 20, 2004 14:08:03 GMT -5
quick question: are there any monsters in this your lore or just normal animals?
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Post by ybtypical220 on Dec 20, 2004 15:16:35 GMT -5
typical fantasy monsters. Worgs, harpies, etc.
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Post by Saimol on Dec 20, 2004 15:41:02 GMT -5
ok ill post my intro tomorrow
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Post by SoK on Dec 20, 2004 17:23:34 GMT -5
Never mind. I was hoping it had to do with TES Lore.
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Post by Simon_the_Cyrodiil on Dec 21, 2004 15:36:12 GMT -5
***OOC***
Heehee stupid Sok ;D jk
and forgive me if I am a bit out of practice I will probably get better after few posts and work out wether I will write in first, third or second person....
***IC***
The light was dimming the last time he had seen the light they were just entering the forest, three days ago. He now led his troops across plains they were all beginning to tire, he told them they would make camp, three horizons ago. Some called Hundin a harsh leader but the ones that new him called him a good and caring leader, for that he was.
"Sir, we must stop" a voice called from behind - Hundin kept plodding onwards, a reasonably large dwarf ran up to his side "Captain, Furi is to tired to go on he has now collapsed of fatigue eight times!"
Hundin turned to him, Furi was one of their best warriors but off the battle field he tired quickly, for a dwarf, which is as most know is about twice as long as any man. "We will make camp." He said sharply.
"Thank you Si-" but the Dwarf was interupted "After this rise!" Hundin now shouted. He then returned to his former fast pace and started to pull ahead of the Fatigued force of fourfundred men (As Hundin liked to call them(heheh alliteration is it called?)) For at night they were fun (usually because of their large ale stocks) but usually made noise now and again giving their positions away... making it a Fatigued force of Threefundred men...
Soon he reached the top of the hill, he then slowed down and began to crouch for the rest of the way and at the top dropping and signalling for his men to stay silent and hidden. In the Valley below there was a small camp, an even smaller fire burning in the centre of it, Hundins eyes were strong and he spied a heavily clad man entering one of the tents leaving only four men by the fire. Hundin turned and by now all his men were all laying across the hilltop, he signalled again and the men started to move back, he then spoke at a clear quiet volume that the men could hear but anything else would think of it as whispering.
"Men I think these are members of the allied forces against evil! The A.F.A.E I want you to approach quietly," he paused "And harmlessly, but, have weapons prepared." He paused and then finished "Good luck men if this should turn ugly." A quiet 'Grah' went up and they split into squadrons and then spread out as not to seem prepared and began to march over the hill.
"HAHLO!" Hundin shouted as he came over the rise and began to walk down hand on the top of his axe.
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