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Sep@RogerD halfway done with my character
Just pulled a 12 hour shift at work so i wont be working on it today sadly
Can't blame you quite frankly, twelve hour shifts will do that to anyone :)
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Can't blame you quite frankly, twelve hour shifts will do that to anyone :)
@RogerD im working on it
Trying me best to turn idiotic super strong barbarian with simple generic background into something that has a beautiful story i can easily use to get into character
How's the character coming along?
It's all good. I'm pretty busy a lot of the time too, especially with finals going on over where I am. As long as the DM's cool with it, I'm cool with it.
How are the finals going? Well I hope?
I'll try and post up tomorrow.
Might be busy the following weak.
How are things?
I just thought, before I do another post do we all want to meet up wherever my character is, or are you okay with me just to continue posting? Don't want you all to get left behind an' all that.
@RogerD i would probably go with olympian because it makes the most sense for a muscle bound oaf
Apples for Viking, and Ambrosia for Olympian or Hercules type, so whichever one you prefer. If you can get a CS up as soon as you can join in.
@RogerD well i have an old dnd character that i just miss playing and he would fit in well in this setting
Big dumb barbarian who is confused and afraid of magic
What kind of immortality would you go for?
Hello, I am interested in joining and I'm curious if you have room for a hulking idiot in this story.
More than welcome mate.
Any thoughts on type of character etc?
@ Players: I will get a post up at the end of the week.
It's all good. I'm pretty busy a lot of the time too, especially with finals going on over where I am. As long as the DM's cool with it, I'm cool with it.
Good luck with your finals man. Fingers crossed that you ace 'em.
I'll try and post up tomorrow.
Might be busy the following weak.
No problem, sometimes it is amazing how free time suddenly gets eaten up leaving you wondering what the hell happened. lol
With a little girl and three cats it happens to me all the time :)
Okay my post is up.
The flare of ley-line energy will remain open and allow you all to follow her. Now if you are familiar with Lords of Gossamer and Shadow - it is a little like the Grand Stair; or the Dark Tower out of Stephen King. So from there it is literally possible to travel to any plane or world of existence - to even leave the multiverse you are currently in, although I would rather you did not do that, obviously. At this point the adventure has plenty of scope in where we end up.
Any problems, please let me know.
The flare of ley-line energy will remain open and allow you all to follow her. Now if you are familiar with Lords of Gossamer and Shadow - it is a little like the Grand Stair; or the Dark Tower out of Stephen King. So from there it is literally possible to travel to any plane or world of existence - to even leave the multiverse you are currently in, although I would rather you did not do that, obviously. At this point the adventure has plenty of scope in where we end up.
Any problems, please let me know.
Nemaya looked up quickly at the sound of the voice, so caught up in the banter with Rushan that neither had noticed the intrusion. With all said and done the individual did not seem hostile. Although it would not be the first time she’d been caught unawares. Tilting her head to one side studied the male. It was one of the beast-folk and looking at the markings it resembled some kind of cat-like animal.
Biology was not quite her strong suit.
Her talents lay elsewhere and she could not help reminisce about when Rushan had tried to teach her magic. That had been the beginning of a long friendship – granted he’d been younger then. Not that she had been a good pupil and could in fact she could remember his grousing even now – lime it was yesterday, at how bad she had been.
In fact he’d flat out said that she had zero talent for any type of magery, even cantrips were beyond her. She’d been damn good at hitting things, really, really hard. That was her talent. Beating the ever-living out of people that displeased her, and there had been quite a few of those.
Not that she wantonly killed – only those truly deserving, and there had been far too many of those she thought ashamedly. As she stared back at the beast man, it was clear that Rushan was somewhat rapt for some reason. He was not a saint by any stretch of the imagination – neither was she, and it was clearly this that he missed the surge of telluric energy pulling her in. Such was the power she heard his screams first, before being covered in gore and viscera. Her head snapped around only to see his lifeless eyes – it was then she took in the surroundings.
It was some kind of green tunnel, the dimensions were truly cyclopean. There was neither end nor origin, neither front nor behind. Almost as if some giant green worm had surfaced and swallowed her whole. At a guess even a thousand of her hand-to-hand would not even reach the other side. Bathed in the glow, was unable to impede her movement, in any way. It felt fast. But without any means of comparison or of measuring it, she had no way of knowing.
Almost feels better that way.
It almost felt like the explorer in her was trying to take charge again. She hated when that happened! Not that there was anything she could do about it. The tunnel wound left, and then right like an undulating snake and could not help but shiver at the analogy. Her internal clock easily guessed that about ten minutes had passed and still her journey continued – Rushan had drifted too far away and was long dead – poor bastard! Whatever had killed him would pay dearly!
The tunnel narrowed surreptitiously and before she could even act deposited her in a hallway that for all intents reminded her of a castle’s. Rubbing her sore derriere she stood adroitly not even bothering to wipe off the remains of Rushan - her training kicking into overdrive. It was then there was time to survey the surroundings. The brickwork tunnel carried on both front and behind as far as the eye could see, and was fairly sure that it went a good deal beyond even that. The ceiling was over twenty feet in height from which hung circular objects with some kind of luminescent item inside.
Both sides of the walls had little crevices within which were candles – unable to resist watching noticed rather quickly that none of them seemed to burn down. Clearly designed to burn forever, in such situations it was hard to work out if it was magic, some kind of mystech or really advanced technology. On both sides about every twenty or so feet was a glowing portal leading to somewhere else. In the distance there was even one on the ceiling and the floor.
By the Lords of Order this was bizarre!
Having travelled to other worlds before and experiencing the multiverse had been quite a thrill, once. Once the feeling of never getting home had quickly bought an edge of fear, and the chance that she would be stranded another element of loneliness and despair. Luckily, and somehow she’d run into Rushan and before he’d even offered to take her home had proceeded to admonish her like some two year old.
Just where in the hell was she?
Biology was not quite her strong suit.
Her talents lay elsewhere and she could not help reminisce about when Rushan had tried to teach her magic. That had been the beginning of a long friendship – granted he’d been younger then. Not that she had been a good pupil and could in fact she could remember his grousing even now – lime it was yesterday, at how bad she had been.
In fact he’d flat out said that she had zero talent for any type of magery, even cantrips were beyond her. She’d been damn good at hitting things, really, really hard. That was her talent. Beating the ever-living out of people that displeased her, and there had been quite a few of those.
Not that she wantonly killed – only those truly deserving, and there had been far too many of those she thought ashamedly. As she stared back at the beast man, it was clear that Rushan was somewhat rapt for some reason. He was not a saint by any stretch of the imagination – neither was she, and it was clearly this that he missed the surge of telluric energy pulling her in. Such was the power she heard his screams first, before being covered in gore and viscera. Her head snapped around only to see his lifeless eyes – it was then she took in the surroundings.
It was some kind of green tunnel, the dimensions were truly cyclopean. There was neither end nor origin, neither front nor behind. Almost as if some giant green worm had surfaced and swallowed her whole. At a guess even a thousand of her hand-to-hand would not even reach the other side. Bathed in the glow, was unable to impede her movement, in any way. It felt fast. But without any means of comparison or of measuring it, she had no way of knowing.
Almost feels better that way.
It almost felt like the explorer in her was trying to take charge again. She hated when that happened! Not that there was anything she could do about it. The tunnel wound left, and then right like an undulating snake and could not help but shiver at the analogy. Her internal clock easily guessed that about ten minutes had passed and still her journey continued – Rushan had drifted too far away and was long dead – poor bastard! Whatever had killed him would pay dearly!
The tunnel narrowed surreptitiously and before she could even act deposited her in a hallway that for all intents reminded her of a castle’s. Rubbing her sore derriere she stood adroitly not even bothering to wipe off the remains of Rushan - her training kicking into overdrive. It was then there was time to survey the surroundings. The brickwork tunnel carried on both front and behind as far as the eye could see, and was fairly sure that it went a good deal beyond even that. The ceiling was over twenty feet in height from which hung circular objects with some kind of luminescent item inside.
Both sides of the walls had little crevices within which were candles – unable to resist watching noticed rather quickly that none of them seemed to burn down. Clearly designed to burn forever, in such situations it was hard to work out if it was magic, some kind of mystech or really advanced technology. On both sides about every twenty or so feet was a glowing portal leading to somewhere else. In the distance there was even one on the ceiling and the floor.
By the Lords of Order this was bizarre!
Having travelled to other worlds before and experiencing the multiverse had been quite a thrill, once. Once the feeling of never getting home had quickly bought an edge of fear, and the chance that she would be stranded another element of loneliness and despair. Luckily, and somehow she’d run into Rushan and before he’d even offered to take her home had proceeded to admonish her like some two year old.
Just where in the hell was she?
Next post will go up tonight. Just sitting outside in the sun - we don't get a huge amount in the UK at the moment. lol
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