Solivagus

Richard bows to Peredhil, only a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth betraying his true enjoyment at reading the story. One more reason for me to bring Heinrich back from the dead...

Above the walls of the mighty Keep, something strange was happening to the sky. Despite the time of day the sun had changed from a bright golden yellow to the deep dark red associated with sunset. The clouds that were in the sky changed from thier former pale white to scarlet, seeming to have been drenched in blood. From nowhere there came the sound of rolling thunder even as a mighty wind tore through the woods around the Keep. Lightning flashed in jagged arcs, it's starting point bearing no relation to the clouds. The very ground began to tremble, and it was as if the very laws of nature were being altered. For one minute only did this last, one minute where nature lost control, where the gods were cast out of the loop, where chaos returned to the world in full. One minute onl, before the gods restored the balance. But it was enough... Infront of the massive metal-sheathed gates of the keep, a figure staggered to it's feet. Instead of looking at it's surroundings, the figure seemed to be checking himself over. Its glowing red eyes traveled slowly across its form, taking in the sight of dark black scales where once there was skin, of claws where once nails were. Sniffing the air slightly, the figure caught the smell of brimstone. With hesitation born of fear the figure raised his clawed hands to his head, finding a pair of short horns. In shock, the evil-looking creatures knees buckled and it collapsed to the ground. A peculiar mix of sobs and laughter came from the creatures throat as it knealt in the grass. He was back...but what was he?!

Just something I need to know before I post something I have been working on recently. Where (what forum/topic) would I post a description of a new room in The Pen Keep?

? Anyway, what's so cool about being cool?

I'm more looking forward to next Friday, pay day

Much as we realise that posting anything on here now is pointless, we both feel that at least one thing has to be said, and that is this: Surely it cannot even be reffered to as "brute force", unless of course there was more to the message. We know it says that ntraveler2 has seven days to answer, but it doesn't seem to mention anything about force or something similar. True, we can understand why it could be seen as a threat, but brute force seems such a crude way of putting it...

As the two of them walked towards the entrance they both started suddenly. Around the door, in red glowing letters, was writing in a language they had never seen before, let alone understood. "Interesting." Morlas's voice game out in a puzzeled whisper, as it always did when he was pondering something. "I'd hardly call it interesting." Nessaroth replied, irritation filling her voice. "It's just some language that we don't understand." "Yes but still, something tells me it's important." Replied Morlas. To Nessaroth's exasperation he took paper, quill and ink from within one of the many hidden pockets of the black cloak he always wore, and carefully copied down the writing, making sure to get every detail correct. Once he was done he folded the paper and replaced it in his pocket along with the rest of his equipment. "Can we go now?" Nessaroth asked, irritation still putting an edge on her voice. Without waiting for a reply she marched out of the temple exit and towards the forest that they had had to pass through to reach the building. Smiling at his companions tone, Morlas followed her. In the ten years he had known and travvelled with her he had seen no change in her attitude towards knowledge, and he doubted he ever would.

Authors note: Just a quick point before we start. Ness believes I shouldn't really mention this, but I think it best if we do and I won the argument for once. All I wanted to say was that anyone who does decide to join this adventure should know before hand that neither Ness nor myself have so far had the (to use Peredhil's excellent wording) discipline to finish either a story we have tried to write or a roleplay that we have tried to run. Therefore anyone thinking of joining should be warned that, although we will try our very best to stick with it and run it to its conclusion, we may not succeed. Now, with that said and with Ness muttering in my ear about me rambling, let the adventure begin. Feel free to join at anytime. The white marble that formed the four walls of the temple seemed to glow with an inner light, somehow managing to magnify the small amount of sunlight coming through the entrance so that the entire building was lit. The roof of the temple formed a peak high above the two intruders of the temple, held up by six tall pillars made of the same white marble. In the exact centre of the room stood a marble pedastal, about waist height on an average man. Upon the pedastal was a wooden stand cradling a perfectly formed sword. "There it is." Morlas said, rather unesserserily in Nessaroth's opinion. His deep voice was filled with reverance as the companions approached the sword. As Nessaroth drew closer she noticed the fine detail on the blade, the runes of magic that had been inscribed onto the curved katana blade when it was forged by the elven smiths over five centuries ago. The hilt of the sword was two hands long, a split leather grip that would ensure that the hilt did not become slippery from the blood of enemies. As they got within a foot of the pedastal Nessaroth's hackles raised, a sure sign of danger. At the same time a wall of green flame shot from the ground upwards, forming a barrier around the sword. Without hesitation Morlas plunged his arm into the flames. Instantly the fire ran up his arm. Leaving his clothes intact, Nessaroth still saw the flame rise up to his face, his features suddenly obscured by roaring green flames. Raising her muzzle to the temple roof Nessaroth let out a long, mournful howl as the flames consumed her friend of many years. The form she had taken, that of an immense black dog, shimmered slightly. In its place there crouched a human woman, tears streaming down her face as she looked miserably at the floor. "Ness?" Nessaroth blinked at the sound of the voice that spoke her name. It sounded like Morlas's, but that couldn't be! Slowly she raised her head, half hoping and half dreading what she would see. To her shock, Morlas stood before her, a look of puzzlement on his face. His dark, almost black eyes held a look of puzzlement and concern, his brown tanned skin looking untouched by flames. In his hands he held the sword. "How...?" Nessaroth couldn't finish her question, too stunned to say anymore. Sudden understanding appeared in Morlas's eyes, and he hastened to explain. "I'm sorry, I forgot you didn't know. It's a gift from my father. Fire, magic or otherwise, cannot affect me." His voice was so full of sincere apology that Nessaroth instantly forgave him. This was the first time she had ever heard him mention his father, and she desperatly wanted to ask what sort of creature he had been to pass on such an extraordinary gift. She knew, though, that Morlas was uncomfortable talking about his family, so she let the matter drop. "I'm just glad you're alright." she answered, a smile brightening her face. Turning around she made her way towards the temple exit, Morlas walking at her side while belting the katana around his waist.

Solivagus glances towards Ness, his eyes filled with an odd mixture of pity and amusment. Selling molluscs for a living. Why do I let myself get talked into these things? Some of these are still moving...

On the email options it has a box to check to allow you to get emails when the board admins update the boards. I was just wondering what this actually meant. Is it when an admin changes the rules for a board? When they move a post from one to the other? When new boards are created? Or does it mean something else that we can't think of?

In the fith age, There'll come a mage, Different from any other. With staff and sword he'll rule his land, He'll have neither sister nor lover. This man we need, So we've decreed, To bring balance to the world. Without him all the lands are doomed, Into stagnation hurled. Though you may, Well try to slay, This one that you all need, Dark and light will watch him and, Protect him from your greed. Hear, hear, hear, And learn to fear, The power of the gods.

I'm not writing a review here, merely a complaint that all the films seem to come out for everyone else before england! You're going on about hellboy before it's even out here and Dodgeball while it's only just on advance showings! (btw, I agree with the view that it was entertaining, it's been a long time since I've heard so many people laughing in the cinema at the same time... ) Where are you living that you get all the films before england? And how much does it cost to move and live there?!

Attempted to write this in haiku since I could think of no way to make it rhyme. Sleeping, dreaming, unaware, Epilepsy strikes. I chew my tounge while sleeping. Waking in a pool of blood, Feeling sick to my stomach. Panicked sounds across the room, Ness calls the parents. I think oh no, not again. Now I heal while pain goes on, The year starts over once more.

OOC: I've just been informed by an impartial judge (who'll remain nameless) that it would be...innappropriate to call my character Colbey Carlistinsson due to the Renshai Chronicles. As a result, his name has been changed to Ensifer. My apologies for the mistake as well.

The door to Scarlots office opened, revealing a tall human. His black hair was cut short, and he was dressed in plain brown travelling clothes. His piercing blue eyes swept the room and came to rest on Scarlot. He paused for a moment, and then entered the room and approached her. As he approached Scarlot noticed the hilts of two swords rising over his shoulders. Solemnly Colbey bowed to Scarlot. "My name is Colbey Carlistinsson. I have come to apply for membership to this guild." Scarlot handed him a sheet of paper and a pen. "Write down your advantages and disadvantages" she said brusqly. Colbey moved over to the desk and began to write. I am a skilled swordsman, able to wield two swords at the same time. I also have rudimentry healing skills. However, my code of honour forbids me to wear armour or to use magical items. I am also forbidden to use any weapons but katanas and long swords. Any battles I win are won purely by my own skill. Colbey frowned at what he had written. It seemed a bit short, but he could think of no way to improve it. Shrugging slightly, he handed the paper to Scarlot and waited for her verdict.

The door to Scarlot's office swung open, letting a swift gust of air into the room, disturbing the mass of papers before Scarlot. Angrily she turned towards the door, ready to give whoever had opened it a piece of her mind. To her surprise, however, the room was empty. Angrily she moved to the door and slammed it shut with an almighty BANG! Muttering to herself about having to retidy all of the paper she whirled back to her desk-and came face to face with a tall, hooded figure. Silently the figure bowed to the dark elf, before taking up an application form for the AVV. Why I would be an asset to the Alliance of Vagabonds and Vanguards. My name is Morindas Belathron, Grammaton Cleric second class. From birth, the Grammaton Cleric is trained at the temple of Mitharald in the arts of darkness and shadow. We are the worlds foremost assasins, spies and infiltrators. In the name of Mitharald we bring death to all who oppose us, delivering the souls of our victims to the Lord of Shadows. While we are primarily assasins, and therefore work better alone, many of us join with groups of adventurers so that we may have the chance of delivering yet more souls to our master. At the bottom of the page Morindas signed his application with the Grammaton Clerics motto: Emotica nil placa met mortis Still without saying anything Morindas stood, placed the application on Scarlots desk, and waited.

I was going to write a long winded piece about how grateful I am, but now that I've sat down I find that all I can say is "thankyou".

With the death of the last assasin Xavier let his conceling illusions vanish. "Well now, that wasn't too difficult was it?" His voice with it's cynical undertones seemed to jar shockingly in the night air. There was a rustle of leaves and an arrow point was suddenly aimed at his throat. Mara's voice came out in a hiss of menace. "How much of what happened was real? How much of it was just your crazy games and illusions?!" A scowl formed on Xavier's face at Mara's words. "The foolishness of children and elves will never cease to amaze me! I did what I had to in order for use to survive. Maybe next time I'll make you an easier target and see how long you last!" Mara's arms shook with emotion as she struggled to keep from releasing the arrow. But no, she had been taught better than to strike out of anger. Slowly she released the tension on the string. Slipping the arrow back into her quiver she wheeled without saying another word, and made her way over to Alric to see if there was anything she could do to help.

A look very close to rapture flickered across Xaviers face as he heard Mara accusing Alric of summoning a demon. A feral grin spread slowly across his face, and he quickly shifted the demonic illusion's course. Slowly the being turned and began to make its way towards Alric, a look almost like a lost dog returning to its master crossing across the entities face. "Master!" The demons voice was a crooning song, filled with longing. "Master, I obey your summons!" Xavier giggled as he saw the look of terror and hatred flash across Mara's face. He saw her arms tense, pulling back the string of her long elven bow. The mirror images had faded now with the creation of the demonic entity, but no matter. He made a quick check to ascertain that the protective image was still in place, before returning his borrowed sight of the Roc to Mara and Alric...

Morlas smiles cynicaly after reading the Loremasters post. "Truly, the problem with being human is that humans seem doomed to make mistakes. But then again, does any human truly wish to be infallible? How dull it would be, to always be right. How unpopular it would make you, and how lonely it would become. May humans always have something to fail in, and may I stay in my philosophical mood for just a short while longer. Speaking on behalf of all the various aspects of Solivagus, I can think of no one else I would rather have as Loremaster." Morlas's smile shifts, his eyes twinkling with amusment as he turns back to his exploration of the Mortal Plane

Okay, long and the short of it... I have no internet connection on my own computer as for some unknown reason it is refusing to admit I am connected to the network. Aside from the high blood pressure, loud yells and attempts at deep breathing that this is causing, it also means I am having to scrounge for internet access where ever I can. I shall therefore hope that Finnius's roleplay does not advance in great leaps, that Appy will not decide she has allowed a non-player onto her server and ban me from it, and that nothing spectacular with a deadline will appear anytime soon on the site. With apologies to anyone my problems might affect, Richard McLernon Ave atque vale

Clouds began to form above the clearing as Xaviers mind bent furthur mischief upon the enemy attacking. Wisps of vapour spiraled down, down to the ground, taking on the shape of a domed and many barred cage. A ring of bright blue fire burst into being inside of the cage, the fire giving off a foul and acrid odour. Screams began to issue from within the cage, cries of pain and soul wrenching agony rolling into the air. In the centre of the circle of blue flame a black shape materialised. It seemed to be made almost entirly of darkness, the only sign of colour being two red slits where it's eyes were. A low, blood chilling chuckle reached the ears of the assasins. "Your souls are mine!" A gap appeared in the walls of the cage and the dark shape stepped forward...

The roaming probe that Xavier had sent out latched on to a mind, curiously sharp and alert but seemingly much more basic than the typical human mind. Quickly he found the optical centre, and was shocked by the sharpness of his borowed-sight. It came as a further jolt of surprise when he realised who's eyes he was using-they were the eyes of Maralasoth. He had never realised he could manipulate an animals mind in the same way he could a humans, and he stored the information away to experiment when he had more time. Right now he had vengance to take! The Rocs eyes easily penetrated the darkness of night, seeing each of the assasins as if they were lit up with thier own personal light. Quickly but with skill Xavier wove his illusion. In an instant images of each of the members of his group had flashed into being, many hundreds of figures moving swiftly in the night, converging on the assasins. Though the imaginary weapons did no damage, the attackers were unable to tell which of the forms approaching them were real and which false. Xaviers laughter rolled scornfully across the clearing. "Fall to your knees assasins, you are outmatched!" As the words left his mouth he readied himself for another series of images that would send the attackers fleeing...

At the sound of the Rocs screech Xavier's form had shot rigidly upwards, the effect of the abrubt departure from the Plane of Dreams. Fortunatly for himthis also had the effect of avoiding any arrows that had been trained on him. Cursing the bnlindness that prevented him knowing who was attacking, he resigned himself to using the most basic of illusions. He quickly formed an image of himself asleep on the ground, at the same time pulling the darkness of the night around himself, making him invisible to the archers. His self protection assured from any directed fire he allowed his mind to drift from his body, searching for a pair of eyes that he might borrow...

Yee haw!