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SPAM NEWS: The Roleplaying Minstrels Perform an Ode to Mahz

Thanks for all the kind and encouraging words everyone! A guild history would be useful if I get a chance to write another song between my slave work hours lol

Mahz said
oh. my. goodness.it warms my cold heart :')i will link it from the homepage when i next take the guild down for updates.nicest thing someone has made for me.

Wow a complement from Mahz himself! You're very welcome, just this computer illiterate person's way of contributing and showing his appreciation =)

Although sorry for mispronouncing your name >.<

SPAM NEWS: The Roleplaying Minstrels Perform an Ode to Mahz

The Nexerus said
I will always pronounce 'Mahz' as 'Maze', but excluding that, this is pretty good.

I was unsure of the official pronunciation and took a 50/50 gamble.

Blitzkrieg said
Oh hey, it's Tempy.It would be very cool to see a super long epic history ballad of the guild.

That would be awesome to do some sort of epic long story ballad but I'd need a guild historian and a proper singer to help me as I am really just an instrument guy lol

SPAM NEWS: The Roleplaying Minstrels Perform an Ode to Mahz

I had half an hour free and decided to hash this out lol, Thanks for the kind words =)

SPAM NEWS: The Roleplaying Minstrels Perform an Ode to Mahz

https://soundcloud.com/the-roleplaying-minstrels/an-ode-to-mahz

The Tribe of Calliope Island

Name: Sia Fara Lu'rani

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: White

Height: 5'10

Weight: 112 lbs

Profession: Priestess

Weapons/Possessions

Ceremonial Temple Dagger, A dagger used for the various ceremonies in the temple such as prayer, funerals and weddings. It is also used to cut the parchment which is turn is used to make the various scrolls and books that the temple produces.

Silver Sapphire Amulet, Although the priests and priestesses are discouraged from owning material possessions Sia keeps this heirloom which was the only possession left on her infant person almost twenty seven years ago when she was abandoned at the temple. Amulets such as these were commonly worn by members of the tribe's elite.

Fine Parchment, Used to make scrolls and pages of books, it is made from the bark of the various tropical trees which make up the vast forests of Calliope.

Vial of Tree Sap, Also taken from the tropical trees of Calliope but it instead is used like glue to keep the parchment pages of the books that the temple produces together at the spine.

Family/Relationships: Sia was an illegitimate child and abandoned at the temple when she was a baby to avoid the shame she would bring upon her family. As a result of this she has no known family within the tribe unlike most of the others, many of whom are at least distant cousins but considers her family to be her follow priests and priestesses.

High Priest Cu Roi, he is like a father to Sia although often hard on her.

High Priestess Raila Fara Lu'rani, Sia's adoptive mother. She gave her surnames to Sia and named her. She sees Sia as her protege and the daughter she never had as servants of the temple are not allowed to indulge in distractions such as romantic relationships or start families.

Priestess Kaeli Lo'Rar Rul, Sia has a competitive relationship with this priestess although they grew up together.

Priestess Rune Sune, Sia also has a competitive relationship with this priestess due to them all wanting to take Raila's place when the time comes.

Priest Lyar T'zar Bail, Ria is less competitive with Lyar due to them not having to naturally compete. The two are the most friendly out of the two although he is secretly having a romantic relationship with Kaeli.

Skills/Abilities: Sia knows much of the ways of the Calliopian religion and is considered a scholar by many who know her. She is also ordained to hold ceremonies by the temple and often does so at the request of the tribe's members.

Background: Abandoned by her parents, Sia Farah Lu'Rani was named by the priestesses of the Calliopian temple and studied in the ways of their ancient religion. She quickly became adept at their ways and gained the envy of the other priestesses due to this, she is currently the high priestess Raila's protege. She spends her days holding ceremonies, making books and writing scrolls as well as praying and does not see the outside of the temple often. She has a highly competitive relationship with her fellow priestesses mainly due to their envy and Raila's favouritism of herself.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

I've made my first post. Forgive me if I have made any assumptions of the characters that are too bold. I tried to go on what was described in the character sheets as much as possible.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

Lazarus was sitting in his tent when he heard the meeting signal come from the centre of the camp. He reached for his club which he used in non combat as his walking support and raised himself to his feet with it with some difficulty. He knew his dwindling sight and bad leg only endangered other members of the group and the old man's frustration at his lack of usefulness was deeply devouring him inside. He hadn't been able to defend his family or find them justice when tested and these feelings although buried for many years had made a provoked return as he had began to develop bonds with certain members of the group and cared much for their well being.

He shook himself from his thoughts and wrapped his thick jacket around himself tightly as to not let the cold of the outdoors creep in as he walked outside towards the centre of the camp where he assumed Connor, the small group of survivors natural leader was summoning them all from. His thoughts wandered as he saw the various faces that made up their small dysfunctional group meeting around the camp fire. He knew whatever Connor was summoning them for he would be of little use for but he came anyway in the hope that he would be able to provide some sort of service and contribute to the camp. He sat on one of the spare logs that had been placed around the fire as a place for the occupants to sit as he waited for meeting to commence. Being of little use to the physical efforts of the camp he often had time to reflect and observe. He had drawn opinions of the group from what he knew and his mind wandered over these opinions.

The Finn siblings had been here since the beginning of the camp's brief life with Connor organising much of camps defences with the help of the younger men. He bore the heavy burdens of much older men and was tasked with holding his position for the good of the camp's more vulnerable members. Lazarus had come across Abigail first as he walked the long road from Crescent city southwards towards the national park and Connor soon after Although Connor had been reluctant to trust outsiders or endanger themselves by bringing on a potential liability at first but quickly changed his mind with the help of a sympathetic Abby. He had, after all come from a long line of honourable soldiers and had sworn to protect those in need if he was able. Lazarus held both of them in high regard and realised that they were good and trustworthy people. He looked over at Alan, he was a shy young man and kept to himself mostly but did more than what was required of him to aid the camp. He seemed to carry demons of the horrors he has faced as a result of epidemic that had swept the nation.

His eyes then passed over some of the more questionable members of the group, he frowned slightly as his opinions of them entered his mind. Cruse didn't seem to hold much regard for authority which seemed unusual as he was a military man and there was a little tension between him and Connor as the latter existed as their unofficial leader but Cruse was possibly the most adept fighter among them all and was a largely responsible for the camp still remaining in one piece. Lee seemed to act in the best interests of the community although he barely spoke the same language as Lazarus but then again Lazarus did believe in the saying "Actions speak louder than words." Durrell was held in the lowest regards by Lazarus as he had come across many gang members who often mistreated him while he was living on the streets of Crescent city and Durrell was an obvious criminal. Lastly he observed Luciano. He knew the least about this man, he was quiet and kept to himself like Alan but perhaps his age made him more adept at hiding his emotions that the former so he remained somewhat of an enigma to Lazarus although he had picked up enough to suspect that Luciano was successful in whatever his field, perhaps a self made business man.

The Isolated Encounter

Christian stood mesmerized as the ship's bay doors opened exposing Lyca, an alien being to him. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a child, an encounter with an alien life form. Every facet of his specie's culture had exemplified the intrigue of alien life and he had embraced this intrigue and had almost indirectly put himself in positions where he would run the chance of making contact with alternate species to himself. This is what had brought him to the isolated Arbiter VI compound in a way as much more lucrative and comfortable opportunities were available closer to home but he relished the opportunity to work in distant and uncharted space with such hopes of meeting such a being as Lyca T'Onis. When the she spoke to him his stance faltered slightly as if seeing her and hearing her attempt communication with himself all in such a short period of time overwhelmed his intrigue and excitement but he quickly composed himself and raised his hands in a non threatening way as way his race's custom.

Although he could not understand her he chanced a guess that she may be as this formality was also a common practice when greeting another in his own culture "My name is Christian Mengele" He began in a polite and clear manner "I am a biologist, a scientist." he continued "I am unarmed and mean you no harm." He finished as he suddenly realised that she was wounded, he lowered his hands slightly feeling foolish for letting his excitement distract him from the fact that this life form was a crash victim. He kept one hand in the air holding the scanner and pointed with his left hand towards her apparent wounds. "You're wounded, I can help you if you would let me." He tried to say these words in the most comforting way he could. He then gestured towards his vehicle, the terrain buggy that was parked a few metres away. "I have transportation and I can take you to shelter from this storm. I also have advanced medical supplies there." He said these words knowing that the chance of her understanding his language was almost impossible but he gestured as he spoke in hope that she may understand his message.

He looked the creature up and down mesmerized by her appearance and it suddenly dawned on him that he was alone on this planet with out any advanced weapons. His scanner could fire a weak stunning ray meant for temporarily paralysing his test subject if need be but the affects on humans would likely not cause much of an affect unless he modified it and he had no idea if it would be able to stop this creature if she was indeed hostile. He refused to let doubt or paranoia take him and would not be the reason for any hostilities with this race even if it meant risking his life. He approached her slowly his hands still raised and attempted to help her as she was limping.

The Isolated Encounter

The constant drone of the laboratory had lulled the still hard at work Christian into some sort of hypnotic work frenzy as he frantically entered calculations at great speed, testing and counter testing theories but every break through was succeeded soon after by a dead end and his enthusiasm was slowly dying. The neon glow of the blue laboratory lights and the soft murmur of the research units did not prepare him for the shrill warning signal that echoed through the small facility's hallways. This smashed his concentration and he immediately followed procedure, equipping himself with an emergency pack from the storage facility and hurriedly getting into a full body atmospheric protection suit in case the compound's was failing. After doing this he ran to his living quarters and scanned the source of the signal. He muttered to himself as he checked over the data. "Good, the life support systems are running fine." He continued to type "The atmosphere is also fine, no violent storms." He looked over the data scanning it as fast as he could "Then what is the problem?" He asked rhetorically as his eyes became fixed on a line of code. His eyes darkened "A distress signal." He read out "from section 7, but no ship are scheduled to be here until a week from now." He walked out into the corridors and pushed in a code to open the complex door as well as the buggy enclosure "Even if it is a glitch, I should check it out." He thought to himself before quickly making a log detailing what he had just learned and what he now planned to do.

Christian was met relatively "calm" storms for Xenon II but this didn't stop bracing himself as he walked from the compound towards the now exposed buggy enclosure. He quickly got on and started the engine, driving fast towards the location of the distress signal. His eyes could barely pierce the thick wastelands sand like storms but he remained on the suggested route planned by his tracking device and within an hour he had reached the ship's crash site. He rubbed sand and dirt from the front of his helmet allowing him to see more clearly the foreign ship in front of him, it stood virtually not as a wreckage but as a virtually undamaged ship. It was not what he was expecting. His heart was pounding like a heavy drum, nothing he had ever read documented a ship like this. He approached with cation and excitement, the steps he took followed the rhythm of his heart as he grew closer to what he thought may be a possible entrance to the craft. He began attempting to find a way onto the craft by scanning several parts of the ship with his scanner. The pulsing sounds of the scanner were heard inside the craft as a quite high pitched ringing sound.

"Hello, is there anyone aboard this vessel?" Christian yelled attempting to be heard over the violent storms. "If you're wounded I may be able to assist, I am a a doctor." He continued. He waited for the signs of life as he continued to scan the craft for an entrance.

The Redwood Outbreak Survivors

I think we are supposed to all be in the same general area but perhaps do not have to all start together. I hope we can start this soon =)