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STATUS: Latin hasnt been updated or even patched in YEARS! the developers are really slacking.. at least there's no loot boxes though. 7 yrs ago
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Latin hasnt been updated or even patched in YEARS! the developers are really slacking.. at least there's no loot boxes though.
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Waking up with a headache is one of the worst feelings..
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Day 3 of snow in eastern North Carolina. It brings me boundless joy
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its snowing in NC!!! :D
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Christmas is much less charming as an adult than as a child.
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I deeply apologize for not responding sooner! I was counting on my notification ping to alert me to posts here but evidently that is not so.
Kill him probably. Depending how fast acting it was and if there was no time to find a healer or antidote.
Yes, Your character would be fine. The banishment of lesser undead and demons via prayer is strictly lesser undead. IE: Zombies, ghouls, skeletons, ect. the typical rabble of undead that make up the horde. And his armor does not nullify dark magic completely, it only dulls its effects. So a spell intended to syphon the soul from someone's body and feed it to the caster would leave him disorientated and weary as opposed to killing him and draining his soul.
Name: Sir Roland Arturious
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Side: Light. Roland is a Paladin, a Paragon of all that is just and good in the world.
Weapons(s): The Holy sword of Retribution is wielded by Roland. A blessing from the heavens so that he may banish evil from the world. Additionally his shield, dubbed Faith, is an absolute bulwark to the demonic. These weapons are fueled by Rolands Faith. In the hands of others they are simple steel. But in the hands of Roland Arturious, they are blessed instruments. His armor is equally blessed, runes and holy scripts etched into the metal to ward against dark magic.
Abilities/Powers: Words of prayer banish lesser undead and demons by sheer power of faith. Holding Retribution high, Roland can dispel darkness and cast magnificent holy light to illuminate the battle field. This Paragon of light can also heal allies of moderate wounds in the heat of battle. His mere presence inspires allies in an aura that prevents persuasion by evil beings and pushes them to fight harder.
Talent(s): Roland is a titan among men, standing a head taller than most at 6'10. He is quite proficient in the use of sword and shield in combat against both demonic and mortal enemies.
Personality: Righteous, selfless, pious, courageous, these are but a few of the words used to describe Roland the Paladin. He is also quite the jovial sort. Always in good spirits and kind.
Biography: Roland was born into the life he leads, following in the foot steps of his father and his father before him. Within Celakor, no more then a days march from what is now the ruins of house Gisele, lies the fortress of Bastion. Home to the Knightly order of Paladins, Bastion is a safe haven for any who seek refuge from the growing darkness. Nestled upon a high bluff and with walls both high and thick, Bastion is a highly defensible position rivaling that of the royal palace itself.
Roland was born in these walls, destined to join the ranks of the Paladins, whom numbered fifteen hundred or so. His training began not with the sword but with the soul, for before a trainee masters steel he must master is spirit. The days were filled with prayer, sermon, and song and the nights with quiet study of holy scriptures. At age 13 Roland began his weapons training. More Paladins prefer the Hammer to the sword but Roland took to the blade and shield with ease.
For as long as anyone can recall, the Paladins of Bastion had always maintained good relations with House Gisele. Though the Sun magic of the noble house was more arcane than divine, it served the same purpose and the Paladins oft found themselves looking to House Gisele for their outstanding healing abilities. Though their own healing was fit for battlefield wounds or expelling curses from the body, the Paladins could not heal illness or more extreme injuries as the Sunlight Sorcerers of House Gisele.
As the years progressed Roland grew in spirit and in body.
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Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Side: Light. Roland is a Paladin, a Paragon of all that is just and good in the world.
Weapons(s): The Holy sword of Retribution is wielded by Roland. A blessing from the heavens so that he may banish evil from the world. Additionally his shield, dubbed Faith, is an absolute bulwark to the demonic. These weapons are fueled by Rolands Faith. In the hands of others they are simple steel. But in the hands of Roland Arturious, they are blessed instruments. His armor is equally blessed, runes and holy scripts etched into the metal to ward against dark magic.
Abilities/Powers: Words of prayer banish lesser undead and demons by sheer power of faith. Holding Retribution high, Roland can dispel darkness and cast magnificent holy light to illuminate the battle field. This Paragon of light can also heal allies of moderate wounds in the heat of battle. His mere presence inspires allies in an aura that prevents persuasion by evil beings and pushes them to fight harder.
Talent(s): Roland is a titan among men, standing a head taller than most at 6'10. He is quite proficient in the use of sword and shield in combat against both demonic and mortal enemies.
Personality: Righteous, selfless, pious, courageous, these are but a few of the words used to describe Roland the Paladin. He is also quite the jovial sort. Always in good spirits and kind.
Biography: Roland was born into the life he leads, following in the foot steps of his father and his father before him. Within Celakor, no more then a days march from what is now the ruins of house Gisele, lies the fortress of Bastion. Home to the Knightly order of Paladins, Bastion is a safe haven for any who seek refuge from the growing darkness. Nestled upon a high bluff and with walls both high and thick, Bastion is a highly defensible position rivaling that of the royal palace itself.
Roland was born in these walls, destined to join the ranks of the Paladins, whom numbered fifteen hundred or so. His training began not with the sword but with the soul, for before a trainee masters steel he must master is spirit. The days were filled with prayer, sermon, and song and the nights with quiet study of holy scriptures. At age 13 Roland began his weapons training. More Paladins prefer the Hammer to the sword but Roland took to the blade and shield with ease.
For as long as anyone can recall, the Paladins of Bastion had always maintained good relations with House Gisele. Though the Sun magic of the noble house was more arcane than divine, it served the same purpose and the Paladins oft found themselves looking to House Gisele for their outstanding healing abilities. Though their own healing was fit for battlefield wounds or expelling curses from the body, the Paladins could not heal illness or more extreme injuries as the Sunlight Sorcerers of House Gisele.
As the years progressed Roland grew in spirit and in body.
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"HAH!" Dalgun shouted mockingly as he brought Durin down upon the skull of a foe, the creatures skull shattering. Bone fragments and brain matter shot out in all directions. Immediately he pivoted on his heel, spinning to face the next creature. It dove at him with both clawed hands, one aimed for his throat. A swipe of his axe severed that hand and saved his life. The Dwarfs shoulder was not so lucky. The claws bit into the exposed joint of his armor at the shoulder. Dalgun winced and groaned in response. One hand severed and the other stuck fast in his shoulder plate, the beast screamed at him and attempted to bite at his face. To which Dalgun roared and reared his head back... and snapped it forward.
The forehead of his helmet met the creatures face and shattered much of its teeth and jaw. Dazed, the thing fell to its knees and was finished when Moradin split it's head in two. With another grunt Dalgun wrenched the claw free of his shoulder. Warm, crimson blood flowed from the wound. It was superficial and would not impair his fighting he surmised as he flexed his arm. He spat on the ground. "Come on, that all ye got?"
"From Mountains tall and Caverns deep, the seeds you sew I'll see to it you reap!!."
"Bwahahaha!"
He sang cheerfully as he sidestepped another swipe and countered with Moradin, gutting the beast and as it doubled over scrabbling for its insides Durin smashed into its spine. Bone crunched and the creature lay very still. Weapons at the ready, Dalgun sought his next enemy but none presented themselves. "Hohum..." with a stubby finger he pointed to each of the creatures corpses. "One... two... three... four... five... BAH! Thats all of em!" The Dwarf cursed, spat, and kicked the closest body. He looked down at himself. Covered in blood, dirt, and the black ooze of the creatures. "Bwahahaha! Need'o bath, after that one!" With a grunt of satisfaction he turned on his heel for the city wall, whistling as he went.
The trek to the wall and then to the gate was uneventful despite the darkening sky. There were guards posted on squat towers to each side of the gate and he called to them. "Oy! There were a group'o travelers. Four I think. They make it in?"
"Indeed! You're the Dwarf they spoke of i take it?" The man, with a noticeable hint of skepticism eyed Dalgun warily. The Dwarfs armor was splattered with gore and his weapons were still in hand. The smell permeating from him was far reaching and the guard twisted his face at the scent of the battle remains.
"Aye!, Dalgun Battlehammer at yer service! Now eh... If ye'd be kind enough t'let me in. I'm in need'o good washing! bahaha! got any pretty lasses up't the task?" The guard laughed.
"I think not, Master Battlehammer. But I'm sure you could bathe yourself at the tavern. Well.. perhaps not a bath but at least a good wipe down. Open the gate!" he shouted to someone behind the wall. The gate creaked open enough for a person to come through. Smart. He thought.
"Bah, well enough then I s'ppose!" the Dwarf joked as he holstered his weapons to his belt and walked through the gate which closed fast behind him. The guard within informed him of a tavern to which the group of four ventured to to recover. Dalgun brightened up at that. "A tavern eh?" he spoke out loud to no one in particular as he made his way. "Better 'ave some ale. Me own stores'r runnin low." he stated as he pulled his ale horn around and pulled the stopper out, downing the last of its contents in one swig. "Bwahaha! 'an now it's all gone!" He put the stopper back and let it fall on its strap to hang beside him.
The town around him appeared far from the sanctuary and paradise that he'd heard about. None the less there was a wall and no beasts inside. Good a place as any. His thoughts drifted to Kord'An and Dalgun wondered how the palace was faring. Good he hoped and until proven otherwise that's what he would believe. Before he knew it he'd reached the 'tavern'
Dalgun threw open the door and entered, booted feet thumping on the floor and his armor clanking up a storm as he made straight for the bar. The people here were more than likely accustomed to sights such as he. Dirty, bloody, weary, and itching for a brew. "Barkeep! Ale, got any? This Dwarf is in need'o drink!" he declared, removing his helm and placing it on the bar before him. Dalgun cracked his neck and glanced side long at a table, the party of four waving at him in thanks. The Dwarf waved back in response. There was no need to converse about how he'd helped them. Seeing them alive and well was good enough.
The forehead of his helmet met the creatures face and shattered much of its teeth and jaw. Dazed, the thing fell to its knees and was finished when Moradin split it's head in two. With another grunt Dalgun wrenched the claw free of his shoulder. Warm, crimson blood flowed from the wound. It was superficial and would not impair his fighting he surmised as he flexed his arm. He spat on the ground. "Come on, that all ye got?"
"From Mountains tall and Caverns deep, the seeds you sew I'll see to it you reap!!."
"Bwahahaha!"
He sang cheerfully as he sidestepped another swipe and countered with Moradin, gutting the beast and as it doubled over scrabbling for its insides Durin smashed into its spine. Bone crunched and the creature lay very still. Weapons at the ready, Dalgun sought his next enemy but none presented themselves. "Hohum..." with a stubby finger he pointed to each of the creatures corpses. "One... two... three... four... five... BAH! Thats all of em!" The Dwarf cursed, spat, and kicked the closest body. He looked down at himself. Covered in blood, dirt, and the black ooze of the creatures. "Bwahahaha! Need'o bath, after that one!" With a grunt of satisfaction he turned on his heel for the city wall, whistling as he went.
The trek to the wall and then to the gate was uneventful despite the darkening sky. There were guards posted on squat towers to each side of the gate and he called to them. "Oy! There were a group'o travelers. Four I think. They make it in?"
"Indeed! You're the Dwarf they spoke of i take it?" The man, with a noticeable hint of skepticism eyed Dalgun warily. The Dwarfs armor was splattered with gore and his weapons were still in hand. The smell permeating from him was far reaching and the guard twisted his face at the scent of the battle remains.
"Aye!, Dalgun Battlehammer at yer service! Now eh... If ye'd be kind enough t'let me in. I'm in need'o good washing! bahaha! got any pretty lasses up't the task?" The guard laughed.
"I think not, Master Battlehammer. But I'm sure you could bathe yourself at the tavern. Well.. perhaps not a bath but at least a good wipe down. Open the gate!" he shouted to someone behind the wall. The gate creaked open enough for a person to come through. Smart. He thought.
"Bah, well enough then I s'ppose!" the Dwarf joked as he holstered his weapons to his belt and walked through the gate which closed fast behind him. The guard within informed him of a tavern to which the group of four ventured to to recover. Dalgun brightened up at that. "A tavern eh?" he spoke out loud to no one in particular as he made his way. "Better 'ave some ale. Me own stores'r runnin low." he stated as he pulled his ale horn around and pulled the stopper out, downing the last of its contents in one swig. "Bwahaha! 'an now it's all gone!" He put the stopper back and let it fall on its strap to hang beside him.
The town around him appeared far from the sanctuary and paradise that he'd heard about. None the less there was a wall and no beasts inside. Good a place as any. His thoughts drifted to Kord'An and Dalgun wondered how the palace was faring. Good he hoped and until proven otherwise that's what he would believe. Before he knew it he'd reached the 'tavern'
Dalgun threw open the door and entered, booted feet thumping on the floor and his armor clanking up a storm as he made straight for the bar. The people here were more than likely accustomed to sights such as he. Dirty, bloody, weary, and itching for a brew. "Barkeep! Ale, got any? This Dwarf is in need'o drink!" he declared, removing his helm and placing it on the bar before him. Dalgun cracked his neck and glanced side long at a table, the party of four waving at him in thanks. The Dwarf waved back in response. There was no need to converse about how he'd helped them. Seeing them alive and well was good enough.
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