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Letter from Calculon Rizz
Message sent to all nobles of Sandalak (22 recipients) - 1 month, 1 day, 11 hours, 4 minutes ago

Calculon's STUFF TO DO!!! list

1. Buy coffee ✔️
2. Get to Sandy City
3. Write thank you notes to Asher and Nix
4. Sue Chancellor Three
5. Recruit archers

6. Buy better coffee

Calculon Rizz
Noble of Sandalak

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Letter from Calculon Rizz
Message sent to all nobles of Sandalak (22 recipients) - 30 days, 6 hours, 24 minutes ago

Dearest Senator Nix, my friend, and also-dearest Governor-Hammer Asher, also my friend!

Hi! It's me, Calcy! How have you been?! I have been great!! OK! Polite catching up done! On to business!

This letter is to inform you that you are in breach of copyright! My copyright! Yes! The right of the Merchant of Might, the Mercantile Mongoose! The Conqueror of Commerce! Me! Calculon Rizz!

You stand hereby accused of a bold and boisterous breach of aforesaid inalienable commercial right, the right of copy! My legal beagles will be at your doorsteps shortly! With big writs and big sh'...! I told you all about them before! Their bark is wor  bite is worse than their barks, their poo is worse than their chew! And they're coming for you!

The Original War Incorporated is a wholly-owned subsidiary of CalcCorp! We mothballed it when I decided to sail off into the sunset for a while!

So! What are you doing calling yourselves the ORIGINAL War Incorporated!?!?!

Calcy's back and feeling LITIGIOUS!!!

Calculon Rizz
Noble of Sandalak

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Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The Clink of the Coins
« on: March 03, 2023, 04:39:22 AM »
Red Hood 1: Get him now,
.                      Before the militia comes.

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Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The Clink of the Coins
« on: March 03, 2023, 04:37:53 AM »
Man 1: My God, so they are killers.
.            I've heard lots of people say,
.            "Once a man's a killer,
.            "He'll just keep on killing and killing.
.            "They sort of develop a taste for blood."


​​​​Man 2: Yeah, that's right.
.             Kill one man,
.             Or kill ten,
.             It's all the same.
.             After all,
.             They can only hang you once...


Dusk has barely begun to fall, and already the deep and winding paths and passages of the Citadel are bathed in darkest shadow.

Among the shadows an even darker one slips, a broad figure clad in threadbare sable, and from wall and window more shadows watch, these clad in red hoods, watching a dead man walk the streets of Ubent.

And he sings:

It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring...

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Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The Clink of the Coins
« on: March 03, 2023, 04:35:41 AM »
Roleplay from Tetraxian Rizz Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp-combat
Message sent to all nobles of Perleone (18 recipients) - 1 month, 2 hours, 5 minutes ago


Well I lay down, lay down, and try to... take it all in...

I lay down, I lay, I lay down and try to take it all in (Take it all in)

A quarter-million people, and I didn't have a... single friend.


It is still cold and it is still dark, but Tetraxian begins to remember...

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Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The Clink of the Coins
« on: March 03, 2023, 04:33:48 AM »
The hustlers and the jivers are scalping fake tickets and promises of same...

The painted-face harlots and the rose-cheeked country lasses are powdering up...

Before a great oaken desk in an office behind a bell behind a cord behind a curtain behind a well-known bar in the entertainment district, a hulking shadow paces, old fears renewed...

Super Bard walks the winding streets of Castle Ubent...

Super Bard, confirmed dead now a year and more...

Returns... and walks the streets of the Citadel, flesh and blood...

And he sings....

I wanted to be a stage-singin' staaa-a-a-ar

And you were just a country waitress... in a baa-a-a-ar

And I knew if we had money, we could go... faar, a-aar

So I set out in search for that fortune and... fa-a-ame

Now I'm out here doin my best

But each night

as I lay me down to rest

Oh woman, I stii-ill

got lovin' you-ou

On myyy... mind


The music playa on, and the curtain rises, and the crowd in the People's Forum of the Free City of Ibladesh, many years in the future, stand and applaud as one...

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Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The Clink of the Coins
« on: March 03, 2023, 04:30:52 AM »
Well, I hold the handle, my enemies,
And you've got the blay-ade...

Well, I hold the handle, my enemies,
And you've got the blay-ade...

Don't try to fight, young man,
You will lose the fi-ight...

Say don't try to fight, old man,
You will lose the fi-ight...


Super Bard walks the streets of the Citadel, and the rumors pour forth...

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Roleplaying / A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The Clink of the Coins
« on: March 03, 2023, 04:29:34 AM »
Roleplay from Tetraxian Rizz Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp-combat
Message sent to all nobles of Perleone (18 recipients) - 1 month, 1 day, 21 hours, 17 minutes ago



It is dark, and it is cold, and he remembers but shaky things, stuttering...

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Roleplaying / Karl-Jagutu Happy Smoke and Sing Time
« on: March 02, 2023, 09:43:35 PM »
The fire is dug about a foot and a half into the earth, and they would have dug deeper, you think, if they could have in this place.

The whole thing is an ingeniously crafted carburetor-like setup with a little chimney up and out through the clay off to one side, and the light is low and close and pleasant, even given the circumstances.

The little brown man you've been captured by - the leader of the little brown men you've been captured by - leans in close to the patient flames with something in his mouth, some kind of wet rolled-up leaf, the suffocatingly-intense scent of it making your head spin even from where you are, tied to this tree somewhere deep in the unmapped delta-swamps of Abaka.

When he draws upon it, causing the end to spark and glow with a fire of a thousand colors, you nearly pass out.

Congratulations, lucky peasant, or whoever you think you are, you just caught contact. This little guy smokes something serious, and if you can stay awake and lucid, he might tell you what it is so you can get more - if you survive this !@#$.

Man, you suddenly really hope to survive this !@#$ again. You've found a whole new reason for living. This is awesome, who cares who's got you tied up to what where or how it happened or the hellish trip it took to get here through swamps and swamp things. More, please.

The little brown man regards you with a lean and quizzical eye, non-smoking hand rolled up over his smoking arm as he takes a long, long draw and blows some of the smoke around to all the captives, some of whom you know, and others you don't.

Not everybody reacts to it the same way. Some cough thickened coughs and cry thickened tears, others pass out right away. Some of these will not survive the night. You're lucky. You've made it this far without any major symptoms of an overdose.

"Wow! You liking this !@#$!" the little brown man says to you, pursing his lips and nodding.

"Okay, new white friend, you want Karl-Jagutu tell you story, maybe singing song? Smoking more? A-ha-ha! Yes! You wanting that! Okay! Okay! Smoking and then singing! We friends now!"

"Oh! No, sorry, you staying tied up!"

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Letter from Caladar Rizz
Message sent to all nobles of Reven (18 recipients) -many moons ago


Diplomacy

Letter from Caladar Rizz
(Personal message to Ryosuke Guile) - just in


Greetings Hierophant

My thanks for your welcome to Firbalt your kind invitation

To Firbalt the city once fallen to darkness

Daimons claimed this city once upon a time

And wicked ones men who slicked their hair with oil

And sold their souls and bodies to the daimon kiss

And made war upon man in service and subservience

Service and subservience to the ones who are apart

The daimons old ones killers of men and monsters and elves and each other

Yes they kill each other as men do killer they war in the realm apart

We made war upon them the wicked men and wicked daimons

And there was much killing in the deserts and wastelands

Caelum fell and realms have come and gone since

Come and gone like the lazy one Tiberius we know him well

Know him well for killing underestimate him not killer

When he is not siezed by sleepings he kills and kills again

Many realms come and gone like the winds in the desert

Winds in the desert that stir the sands

Stir the sands and uncover the bones of empire

Like a mother waking her child from its cradle

Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor

Kill smarter not harder killers

Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor

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The phial is heavy in his hand, and he cannot look away...

Heavy in his hand as he studies the liquid within, and he cannot look away...

The liquid within swirls black and amber, and he cannot look away...

Swirls black and amber and full of visions, and he cannot look away...

Full of visions of death and killing, and he cannot look away...

Death and killing, and his heart trembles and laments, but he cannot look away...


What he cannot see, for he cannot look away, is the handful of horsemen that follow.

Their ponies are short and strong, and they themselves are short as strong boys and wiry as bowstrings.

They have waited a long time...


The phial is heavy in his pocket...

It is so close, and he can feel its yearning...


Hurry cowardly and shrinking one

Subservient and appeasing one hurry

There is no time for your waitings your watchings

Your writings and your askings hurry

I have waited and watched long enough

Watched and waited for the one who would come

The one who would come from across the sea

From across the sea bearing the blood of my blood

Blood must be had blood and killing

Blood and killing and I am so close

I am so close and I must return

The Masked One the Hand of Death must return

Must return and I am so close

Hurry killer

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He has found it...

Wandering over the whispering sands, he has found it...

The markings in the stone are barely visible, and there is no other indication...

No other indication that this stone is any more or less than any other...

Just another stone among the thousands that lie in and upon the shifting desert sands...

Thousands upon thousands...

Each at a moment, at a breath of the wind, rising from the sea of sand, or being washed below its turbulent surface...

Rising and falling, rising and falling across the centuries...

A thousand generations of men and monsters and daimons and elves and the old dark ones might pass without a soul to see...

Without a soul to see this stone, this stone like any other...

Like any other but for the markings...

The markings are as faint as the stars as the dawn grows..

Grows and spreads its proud light across the sky, eclipsing all other lights...

This stone is not meant for the light, it is not meant for the sun and stars...

It is meant to call upon darkness, a darkness to blot out all light...

Blot out all light forever, the light of life...

Life, life, yes, Caladar will live...

Many others may not be so lucky...

It is a price Caladar must pay, willing or no...

He draws the blade across his hand, and his blood drips forth...

His blood drips forth red and hot against the cool tawny stone...

And the way is revealed...

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The desert nears, and Caladar can hear the howling of a sandstorm...

It seems to call to him...

They call to him across the whispering sands...

The shadows ride on the desert winds, and they call to him...


Letter from Caladar Rizz
Message sent to all nobles of Reven (many moons ago)


The desert it calls to me

Calls to me with the voices on the winds the voices beneath the shifting sands it calls

Comforting and condemning it calls

All are equals in the desert the sun and sand care not for ranks and titles

The king and the pauper die as equals

Die as equals beneath the beating brazen implacable sun

Die as equals upon the sly and whispering sands

The king sells his kingdom for a sip of water

The pauper's poverty matters not in the moment of death

The king is poor as the pauper the pauper is rich as the king in the desert

In the desert where the winds come stealthy and wipe out every trace

Wipe out every trace down to the footprints barely a moment old

What are lands and titles and armies against the shifting sands of time

Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor

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[It can hardly be called a letter: words delicately carved into the flesh of what seems to be a human back, removed from its previous owner with near-surgical precision, not a trace of gore to be found on the inside.

The writing spirals inward, downward, from the outer edges of the flesh...]

Cross not the barrier killers I cannot cross the barrier it burns it rends Send not your killers to die upon dead claw and tooth they wait Hungering and slavering the dead ones that walk and kill they wait Called upon by the Great Old One Eyed One he waits as well Waits and schemes the old schemer it was he He who called them in the great dark of dark darkness the darkness it consumes Consumes the Masked One it unmasks it sees But I am the Masked One the Hand of Death the one who is many hands and many eyes Revenants yes Revenants then and now killers and watchers Watchers of the foolish ones the arrogant ones who cross the barrier Cross the barrier to be killed by the ones that are already dead Foolish ones they go to die Wolf I was and wolf I am waiter and watcher and schemer of schemes Killer of men and monsters and daimons and elves and the old dark ones and the dead ones that walk and kill Waiting and watching for the moment of weakness the time to strike Killing and killing I must return Return yes the Masked One returns for much much much killing killing

Kill smarter not harder killers

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Caladar's head is throbbing, and the hardtack and stale water do not help.

He is torn, torn in multiple directions. Duty calls him north, but this call is silenced unto nothing by the other forces that seem to duel for his soul.

One seeks to draw him south, south past the barrier, south like the fools of Irondale who sought to probe the forbidden lands, south into the waiting arms and gnashing teeth of the hordes.

They call to him with speechless tongues; they watch him with sightless eyes. Mere feet from the mysterious barrier, he could simply walk through upon a whim, straight into the pack that seem to sullenly observe from the other side. They sniff and sputter, they shuffle and pace, but they cannot cross the line.

But I can...

He could give himself to them, and be done with it all. The nightmares, the endless dread of his waking hours, all of it, over.

But would it be? That little voice of doubt nags him. Do they dream? Do they dread? Does it hurt to slowly rot to bits?

What if it's even worse than this..?


And in the end, Caladar knows he is a coward. If he was going to, he'd have done it already.

And so, begrudgingly, he knows he must heed the other call, the call of the shadows that haunt his nights and days, that have haunted him since the first night in these accursed lands.

They do not call him to death or undeath, but to life. A life of power, of accomplishment, perhaps even greatness. But Caladar is a coward, not a fool. He feels the evil that lurks behind the shadows, and he knows there will be a cost.

But he cannot fight forever, and he cannot stay here in this dying land, and he knows not what else to do.

So, protesting against himself in the back of his mind, he gathers his men and marches westward...

Yes... westward

Westward to the desert where...

And there was... of monsters and dead ones...

The... that came from the sea and then... from the sands themselves

There shall you find it, the...

In the desert of Kording where... was once law

And shall be again

And there will be...

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