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Roleplaying / A Lynx in the Henhouse

« on: January 23, 2014, 04:56:44 AM »

Roleplay from Raziel IV Himoura   (6 days, 8 hours ago)
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The men had been firing from afar as the Darkan cavalry raced forward, into the ranks of the enraged peasants who had taken up arms. Raziel shook his head sadly as most of them were ridden down and killed. The Cavalry now reformed and picked up pace from a walk to a canter as his men rained death upon the enemy with their great crossbows. The men fired, dropped the end of the crossbow and worked the winches like men possessed until the enemy horse, now a tenth of their original number, broke into a run, attempting to drive the charge home.

"Hold!" Raziel barked, his harsh voice giving then men confidence.He watched the cavalry close, and when they were too close to break off, he bellowed "Now!" and the men in the first rank of the square knelt and picked up winged spears, planting the butts down into the hard ground. The men in the second rank loosed a volley at a murderously close range, reveling in the whet 'thunk' sound the bolts made as the struck home. One horse went down, crashing through the first rank, killing several men. Another horse went down, dragging its rider with it, trapping him underneath its dead weight. He screamed in agony until one of Raziel's men silenced him with a spear, the blade tearing the Darkan's throat open. The man began to rifle through the fallen horseman's saddlebags. The final rider swerved, and looked like they were safe, when suddenly the rider was unceremoniously ripped from her saddle, screaming, a mancatcher holding her neck. She landed on the ground and Raziel rushed forward and kicked her in the head, her helmet having been lost in her less than graceful dismount. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she saw no more. Raziel spit on her.

"Darkan bitch." he swore at the unconscious noble woman at his feet. He looked at the family crest on her tabbard, now filthy with dirt, and grinned. He turned to his men.

"You bloody rogues have done it this time. Assaulting the Royal Treasurer of Darka is a capital crime." He said with a grin, and the men cheered before returning to plundering the corpses of the Darkan cavalry.

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Feature Requests / Making Religions More Important

« on: October 09, 2013, 01:43:01 AM »

    Title: Making Religions More Important via implementation of morale penalties for indebted nobles.

    Summary: We already have morale penalties for Lords of a different religion and pagan lords, so why not Lords who are grossly in debt to their faith. Peasants should care if their Lord (and in turn the peasants in a Knight's estate, etc) is in good standing with a religion, and should be disheartened if he isn't. By implementing a morale penalty for regions with Lords/Knights who are in debt to their religion, suddenly a religion has more power over nobles.

    Details: A check is made every turn to see whether or not nobles are in debt to their religion. If it yes, then their region takes a hit to morale. A larger hit for the Lord, and perhaps a smaller hit for Knights (representing that a Knight only controls a portion of the region). The longer a Lord/Knight is in debt, the larger the hit becomes, and eventually the region will need maintenance.

    Benefits: It gives a reason beyond just RP for nobles to remain in good standing with their religion, and makes the Grant/Fee system actually meaningful in a religion, as opposed to a minor inconvenience at worst. From there, religions accumulate more gold and are able to use this towards expanding the religion, or its influence, making religions have a more realistic feel for the time period. It should be easy and straight forward to implement.

    Possible Downsides or Exploits: A religion could get rid of fees altogether, or give everyone grants, but a religion that does that can easily find itself quickly out of money and find its infrastructure collapsing quite rapidly, especially the larger religions. This might encourage knights and others towards paganism, but by simply upping the regional stat penalties for pagan lords, and perhaps implementing a penalty for pagan knights, this could be overcome.

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Roleplaying / Runatal

« on: August 01, 2013, 07:22:22 AM »

Thain sat in his cell patiently. He could be free with a word, his family had more than enough gold to pledge his ransom, but his mind was set. He had sent away his son Skarn with his sword Arken to go fight alongside Magnus, Skarn's twin brother. He heard foot steps coming down the hall, and when they stopped, he looked up with is one remaining eye, having lost the other decades prior while fighting Soliferum.

"Sir Thain Himoura, for your crimes against the Arcaean people and for your treason you are sentenced to die. Please, come with me." the man said, opening the cell. Thain followed him out and another guard moved to shackle the old priest.

"There is no need for that child. I won't try and escape. Were I of a mind to those wouldn't stop me anyway." Thain said, turning to the other man. "You are young child, but you lack courtesy. If my life is to end you could at least address me properly. I am the Seer Thain Greybeard, Slayer of Nefrentine. Titles of honor far above the trifles of Kings and Emperors." Thain gently reprimanded the man. "Lead on. "


Thain followed the man out of the dungeons and out into a square, where the gallows were waiting. Thain walked proudly, clad in the grey robes of an Order priest. He was lead onto the platform and the first man announced "Seer Thain Greybeard, Slayer of Nefrentine, you have been found guilty of treason, and are sentenced to hang until you are dead. Any final words?"

Thain nodded and stepped forward to the edge of the platform. He looked at the crowd, there were no small number of Order followers in the crowd.

"Odin once sacrificed himeself to himself, and hung himself upon the world tree. He hanged for nine days and nine nights, pierced upon his own spear. He did so for wisdom. The wisdom he gained is seen in everyday things around you. The blue of the sky, the green of the grass... Death did not stop Odin, nor will it ever stop any of his faithful. I go now, and I will feast and fight again with my father, with Stormrider Alpha, Valius Hendrix, the Prophet, and my wife. Do not mourn my passing, for I will return. All of us who enter Valhalla will return. Normally one enters Valhalla with a sword in hand and a cry in their throat. I enter Valhalla from a different battlefield. One you must now take to in my stead. The battle for our souls. For the lapdog Velax is but a puppet of Sartanian witchcraft and evil, who has subverted, perverted and polluted the noble cause started by Jenred Bedwyr and poisoned his dream of a noble Empire. I am going now, I shall see many of you soon." Thain said, walking towards the noose. As it was fastened around his neck, he sighed, looking towards the sky. His body ached, covered in numerous scars... As did his heart. He had longed to be reunited with his beloved for so long, the loss still felt as fresh as if it had happened the day before. "Deinarah..." he whispered, and the platform dropped out from beneath him. He fell and the rope went taut, snapping his neck cleanly, and Thain knew no more.

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BM General Discussion / This is why I love battlemaster

« on: July 24, 2013, 04:28:42 AM »

Days like today, not even Tom can convince me BM is a "lightweight" game. In the last 24 hours-ish I have:

-Been banned for treason for being a religious leader who doesn't take kindly to threats from secular rulers. Then took my region and defected to an enemy state in the middle of a TO of an allied city.
-Lead the allied forces in a game of cat and mouse that has resulted in sacking aforementioned city.
-tried my hand at wizardry
-staged a coup from behind the scenes
-been put on trial for heresy

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Questions & Answers / Re: Terran-D\'Hara Realm Merger

« on: July 07, 2013, 11:25:11 PM »

My thoughts are this:

I see a lot rule lawyering trying to justify this merger. I've played the game for around a decade now, and seen a lot rules come and go, the implementation of the social contract, and read Tom's thoughts on these things. The general gist of Tom's stance is there are written rules and there is a spirit behind the rules. If you violate one or the other it doesn't matter in Tom's eyes, its a violation. Rules lawyering and petty justifications, sesrching for loop holes is stuff Tom despises, and seeing as its his game... Don't do it. If you have to justify something with some loophole in a rule, its still a violation of the rule. The guilt here is pretty clear, and it is a second offense.

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Dwilight / The Official Lurian/Asylon Movie Quote Thread

« on: March 31, 2013, 06:42:23 AM »

I love it when a thread comes together.

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Roleplaying / Tiberius and Cratchet's (Not so) Excellent Journey

« on: December 21, 2012, 12:54:53 AM »

Tiberius stared across the ring, again, and hefted his hand and a half sword. They approached, and circled, and the two began to strike, parry, and feint. It quickly became clear to Tiberius that Cratchet was using the same strategy he was. The duel went on, neither man gaining ground on the other. Tiberius was getting tired, and knew if he continued the younger man would wear him down. He blocked and pretended to be knocked slightly off balance, and he saw his foe's blade strike, and he knew where it would land. Tiberius moved into the blade, intercepting it with his thigh. Tiberius twisted and fell, wrenching the blade from Cratchet's hand, and then he swung his sword, one handed, with every last ounce of strength he had. He felt the sword sever flesh, tendon and sinew, and watched Cratchet's head roll across the ground. He sighed. It was done. He wrenched the sword from his leg, and bleeding, he walked over and picked up the head before heading back towards his retinue to have the healers attend to him.

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Other Games / The War Z

« on: December 19, 2012, 01:46:25 PM »

Anyone else played this glorious gem of a game? Its an open beta right now, and it is amazing. It is REALLY harsh, and hard to get started, but once you get going, its a blast. PKing is rampant, and nobody trusts anyone. The only thing you can trust is that zombies will eat you. I am in LOVE with it. Started rolling in a group of three, and have started stockpiling weapons and armor, and blasted a few innocent (and some not so innocent) people today. Nothing like suddenly appearing out of a bush in the middle of a zombie infested town and blasting some poor fool in the face with an AA-12.

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BM General Discussion / The (previously) unknown and unobtained battle fame point discovered!

« on: October 19, 2012, 02:15:51 AM »

The Himoura family has done it once again! To obtain you must:

-Collect a few brown rocks
-Pilfer the Lost Staff of Mount Schuler
-Defeat a Badass Skag
-Bring Tom the head of the DESTROYER OF WORLDS!!!!
- And finally you must DANCE FOR TOM'S AMUSEMENT!!!

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Roleplaying / As the sun sets...

« on: October 02, 2011, 11:25:54 PM »

Thain spent the day in prayer, anointing his blade with blessed oils, and going through the C'thonian rituals of dueling. Incense filled his tent, and when the time came... He rose. He clutched the double sword in his hand, checking the locking mechanism on the handles to ensure it was fitted properly and the blades would stay together. Satisfied, he proceeded to the dueling ring. He did not speak, and bowed slightly to Brian. The duel began, Brian launching a ferocious offensive, but Thain was a step ahead, feinting and dodging like a man much younger than he was. It ended suddenly, Thain's blade piercing through a seam near Brian's armpit. Thain knew it was too late, and watched the life drain from his enemy's eyes.

"And so you are forgiven, go now, to the halls of Valhalla." Thain whispered as Brian gave his final breath.

Thain stood, and sighed. He stepped out of the ring, and ritualistically began to clean off his blades. He purified them with oils, and unlocked the mechanism holding them together. He handed one part to his squire, and sheathed Arken at his side. He stood, and looked at the horizon, the sun just barely still up. He shook his had sadly, and climbed atop his horse. Anacan was next.