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East Island / Re: The War
« on: June 05, 2018, 04:37:49 PM »
And here goes Highmarch...

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BM General Discussion / Re: I want your BM Stories !
« on: May 28, 2018, 07:19:46 PM »
My english is a little terrible (just enough to play BM :P ), but I have a lot of RPs in my wiki (Serpentis Family). I would like to work something using the Serpentis family, be it with Erik (the char where I invested more time and efforts... and that cover a lot of EC northern history in the last years) or with some of the more unknown chars.

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East Island / Re: Magical Events in Bescanon & Surrounding Regions
« on: May 25, 2018, 07:27:00 PM »
While I liked to see my char's name in a game event, the way it works is a little too much and arbitrary.

When I returned to the game and saw Sirion/Nivemus using scrolls like crazy against Garas, I was shocked. I'm getting old, but of all the things that changed in BM, this use of scrolls is the one of the reasons I want my beloved old BM back (PvP). EC was used to see big battles, north against south, etc... even with people being silly about Sirionite elves (I'm among them), this magic stuff is out of hand.

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East Island / Re: Magical Events in Bescanon & Surrounding Regions
« on: May 24, 2018, 09:53:46 PM »
Well, considering that I'm just doing nothing in Troyes for days, yes, EC seems pretty empty. However, I'm facing the same with my Priest in Madina and while there's more actvity in Angmar (BT), I believe I'm doing more in, believe me, the Colonies... for the Khan!!!

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East Island / Re: Magical Events in Bescanon & Surrounding Regions
« on: May 24, 2018, 09:02:10 PM »
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Earthquake! Thunderstorm!   (3 hours ago)
message to everyone in the vicinity of Bescanon
As Othello ran, the ground began to rumble and the clouds began to darken throughout Bescanon and all bordering regions of Troyes, Perdan, Brive, Meuse, and Nascot. Animals sought shelter as the elderly declared that a storm was a-brewin'. Fissures began to break open, swallowing livestock, peasants, and their hovels. Elsewhere, buildings gained damage from the quaking ground.

As the sun began to set, lightning began to flash throughout the sky. Within Bescanon, a tree above Benjamin Pryde was struck, splitting its trunk. A Troyes field was lit aflame bordering Ehrendill Eyolf Serpentis's camp. In Perdan, portal stones carried by Spazzle and Rudrik attracted the lightning, incinerating the stones and wounding the adventurers with second-degree burns upon their bums.

Hurray!!! My char was a little involved  8)

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Roleplaying / Re: Serpentis Resurgence - Ehrendill Eyolf Serpentis
« on: May 24, 2018, 03:02:36 PM »
Erik’s Lugubrious Roar

A thunder rumbled in the sky over Nivemus, in Salta, where Erik one day marched like a Sultan with his cortege of freed slaves. It was a clear day, without many clouds, atypical for the second and third thunders that came roaring to Troyes on a painful crescent. Maybe it was Othello’s circle of stones, but it was unlikely until its effect unfolded. No, that was something different. Those were the roars Ehrendill knew so well.

The young elf looked at the lands of Ora, also freed by his father in a past that now seemed far away in the mists of time. In a blink of his eyes, it was as if a ghost hand pressed his heart into his chest. The angels of death embraced him with their black wings and their macabre whispers: his bastard brother was dead. Alone, in the mud, banished and finally forgotten by his princess and his family. The bastard half-elf who had declared himself Sultan Erik himself had departed from this world on the wings of a crow. Ehrendill nodded to his seneschal, his voice almost faltered.

Ehrendill Eyolf: “Tell all the families and clans, each of the Thousand Bastards… Hrafn Eyolf Serpentis is dead. May his death free him from the life he has chosen and from the punishments he endured. Ask permission from the Prime Minister and Duke of Avamar. Notify him that the funeral will happen in a few days in the ruins of the old temple. He dared to dream that he was Erik's second coming, but I feel it in my heart, Erik still lives in his Palace of Exile beyond the mortal worlds. Send a cortege to Salta and notify the Kronogos that the Serpentis are claiming the favor for the release of the White Tree. The body should be protected and treated as was the custom of the Kazakian Sultans. Take half the Stormwalkers with you, waiting in Troyes is useless.”

​There was a raven who dreamed of being a prince. He looked at the abyss for a long time, until the abyss looked back and embraced him into its eternal darkness.

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It was RPed... I lost my old acc, returned with a new one with a new family name to play Erik's bastards... then deleted the acc to return with the Serpentis and decided to use Hrafn as adv. You can read the entire saga in this topic and in Ehrendil's one.

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After searching the area for 1 hours, following trails and noises, you finally encounter a small horde of monsters.
You notice that they have a leader, an alpha monster, a really big and ugly one, whatever you want to call it.
You fight with everything you've got - but the monsters turn out too strong or too many for you. And then things start to go badly.
You can not get away from them, and find yourself surrounded! You fight against the evil beasts, and then you face the big one. Its first bite crushes your shield as if it were made of light wood. Then it comes for you. You fight with everything you've got, but its teeth are as long as your sword and its hide is thicker than your armour. You can dodge most of its blows, but then it takes off your arm cleanly at the shoulder. Then you smell its stinky breath, and its mouth closes on you. It is over quickly, you barely feel how it chews you. Then darkness.
You have been killed. Alone and outnumbered, you are dead.

***

I believe Sigrid is paused and the player is gone for a while, anyway... here's the last day of Hrafn Skovgaard Serpentis, first a noble, then banned, become and adv... and now dead.

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Development / Re: Complete mechanical immunity hurts the game
« on: May 15, 2018, 09:41:03 PM »
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In extreme cases, there IS precedence for having the Titan's resolve the situation of an abusive duke, should they determine that their intervention is necessary.

Oh... I remember...

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BM General Discussion / Re: Best Wiki Pages
« on: May 11, 2018, 12:30:33 PM »
I used to put a lot of time on mine some years ago... Serpentis Family.

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Helpline / Re: Priest Claiming Rogue Region?
« on: April 18, 2018, 09:55:21 PM »
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Perhaps focus more on diplomatic power and roleplay influence rather than just focus on game mechanics?

I would say a lot of RPs in BM are a direct result of game mechanics. While I agree it's useless now with the current density, outside the SA nobody care for Priests and religions so you can say there will be a real focus in "diplomatic power and roleplay influence". Maybe some people will still like to read it in the Roleplay Forum, but in game, it's too much effort for almost nothing... at least for me -- I already had my bit of religious power and influence when the game was more lively and I was more engaged.

I was a young player once... I would prefer an answer like: "Well, you still can turn a region against its Lord if you can preach enough without being arrested". Auto da fé was tempting when I decided to play as Priest in my first years of BM... that and the temple's management. I enjoyed building great things that no one else gives importance nowadays and use it to add "diplomatic" power to chars like Erik and Yeux.

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Helpline / Re: Priest Claiming Rogue Region?
« on: April 18, 2018, 12:24:50 PM »
In a war game, maybe it's expected to have priests acting in a military way.
I'm trying to play with one, but they are pretty much useless... too much effort just for some region control.

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Roleplaying / Re: Serpentis Resurgence - Ehrendill Eyolf Serpentis
« on: April 13, 2018, 09:27:26 PM »
A Tale of Two Brothers

The Stormwalkers had split into two groups. The first moved like living shadows through the forest. Like a pack of wolves, they turned the hunter into hunt, guiding him wherever they wanted. Hrafn was running and panting. He could not fight there, surrounded by centennial trees, stumbling in the darkness. A few more awkward steps and he skidded in front of the glade. His first impulse was to draw his sword and attack the first figure he saw.
Ehrendill parried the blow. A rusted sword against an elvish blade drenched in moonlight. The second group of Stormwalkers was with him in their black robes and murderous eyes. Hrafn felt a tightening in his throat and felt that his life would end there with his brother's hand crushing his heart. The young dragon lowered his sword cautiously and waved his free hand for his soldiers to clear the way for the two Children of Avamar who brought jugs with clean water perfumed with jasmine. Their hands are full of delicate and caring caresses, silently undressing their brother in a neat bath. Like in the first encounter, there was no need for words while the Dragon and the Raven faced each other.

While the Avamarians looked after Hrafn, Ehrendill bent down to inspect his brother's bag. He did not expect to find much, but he was impressed by an ancient crown. He smiled and approached, crowning the brother he'd banished a lifetime ago. Without any shame of his nakedness, the Dragon counted the scars and bruises. The thinness apparent on his exposed ribs.

Ehrendill Eyolf: “Your punishment is coming to an end, brother. Come with me... I'll take you to your princess.”

Hrafn was petrified, trapped like a bird surrounded by cats. It was too late for him. Too late. Like a lightning, he pulled his bag and ran back into the forest. The Stormwalkers were ready to chase after him, but Ehrendill stopped them with a firm gesture. He hoped to redeem himself for the hard but necessary punishment. He was ready to embrace his foolish and rebellious brother and bring him back to the light.

It was too late.

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A Midsummer Night's Dream
Alone in the Dark

Hrafn had set up his tent in a clearing in Braga. After another hunt, he lit the bonfire and sat down to inspect the spoils of the day. His life now was pure silence. There were no conversations, almost no letters. His language had become a dialect of monstrous guttural grunts and exotic body language. Sometimes, when he left the hunting grounds, he would see a relative in the distance, on the farms or on the roads. He no longer allowed himself to be seen, returning to his mantle of shadows. His life was loneliness.

That night he had noticed the movement of the armies, the scent and the sound of battle. He imagined that the young Serpentis was there. For a moment he dreamed about Sigrid; maybe she was there too. He didn’t know. It mattered very little now. His black, dirty fingers flipped over his bag as he caught the rustle of the leaves, the wind hissing and a shadow bulging over him, making the fire almost quench. He felt clean, pure fingers touching his tangled hair.

Erik Eyolf: “Can I sit down and eat with you, son?”

Erik smiled fraternally while Hrafn covered the ground with a bear hide. All he had for dinner was a little beer and some honeycomb. He was thin, unrecognizable, covered with scars and old blood. Still, at no time did Erik show disgust or contempt. His white and red cloak looked impressively clean; even so, he sat there with his son, drank the beer and shared the honey. Hrafn didn’t know what to say, it was as if there were simply no more words to get out of him. Then Erik just smiled and kept the silence too. Father and son just staring each other for a long time with the fire crackling between them. In the end, no words needed to be said between them. A silent tear left its mark in the crow’s face, like fresh, clean water running through a filthy ditch. He tried not to blink, but inevitably, it happened. Erik was not there anymore. In his place there was only a bear hide over the dry leaves, a fallen keg of beer and a honeycomb attracting the ants. Hrafn wanted to scream, to eviscerate himself with his own bare hands, filling the night with his pain, his blood and his voice.

However, there was only silence. There was no Erik and there was no Sigrid, only the incautious night of Braga and the monsters approaching. The exiled gathered up his things, left the fire behind and disappeared into the darkness.
 

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BM General Discussion / Re: Eastern Continent History
« on: April 09, 2018, 07:41:15 PM »
I would love to see this with the duchies... but it's just for me and my beloved Avamar, lol.

Good job.

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