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Colonies / Arak Castle
« on: January 09, 2017, 08:00:23 PM »
Ok, this is killing me, I have heard of the place, and that it belongs to a GM Character. So I went on the dynamic map to read the description of the region and it has no banner/button. Does the region even have a description?

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Roleplaying / Xerarch's Death - Corvo Attano
« on: December 20, 2016, 01:24:05 PM »
Edited to remove sensitive information and fix up name and grammatical mistakes.

Roleplay from Corvo Attano
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
A messenger approached Corvo's tent, showing the Royal seal, the guards waved her in.

"What is it?" Corvo asked, the woman swallowed before continuing. "My Lord Attano, it is with regret that I inform you of Her Majesty, Selenia JeVondair's death. She was slain holding the walls of Xavax ag-" the messenger stoked when he saw the look of utter disbelief on both Corvo and Ulfbjorn's faces. "Perhaps it be best I leave." the messenger said, and started to leave.

Corvo raised his hand, and bade the woman to continue. "Against bandit forces. Her last request was for Hogni to be delivered to Her Ladyship, Kin Hyral." the woman finished and bowed, turning on her heel and out of the tent.

Sure that she was gone, Corvo slammed a dagger into his desk, burying the blade to the hilt. "Captain, double time the men." he ordered and Ulfbjorn saluted. "Shall I tell the men, My Lord?" Ulfbjorn queried, Corvo simply nodded.

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Feature Requests / Rejected: Scroll of Control
« on: December 11, 2016, 01:05:29 PM »
Name: Scroll of Control (Undead OR Monster)

Function: Allow temporary control of BT monster and undead.

Summary: These scrolls allow you to align one unit of monsters/undead to your realm or a special rogue realm allied with all non-daimon worshiping realms and hatred with Netherworld for one turn (the one after scroll usage). What this does it has three possible outcomes; successfully, failure and Daimon control. For example Bob casts this scroll on a unit of undead attacking Bobsville, he knows a Daimon unit is coming and uses the scroll in the hopes of getting a meat shield for the Kingdom of Bob soldiers. He gets a message similar to this:

You work the magic encased in the scroll, directing it at the creatures. Golden flames kindle in their eye sockets, as they remember their former lives. Then the flames go out, only to be replaced by an infernal green, Daimonic laughter echoes...

This causes the undead to become allied with Netherworld and support them in the battle.

Benefits: Gives humans some more CS in combat.

Possible exploits: Netherworld or Daimon-Worshippers using them.

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Helpline / In-Game Tech
« on: December 04, 2016, 12:20:49 PM »
Just a few questions about in-game technologies. I know it is set in the Middle Ages, but the first one really confuses me.

1. Demolition Tools: The wiki states that there is no developments such as gunpowder, so how would one RP their use?

2. Do hand/wrist crossbows exist?

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The Dream / Character rewards
« on: November 24, 2016, 10:36:30 AM »
The wiki page says you can receive rewards for your BT char by playing this game. Is this true? If so what kind of rewards?

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Roleplaying / Battle of Leibo - Corvo Attano
« on: November 23, 2016, 10:30:59 AM »
Roleplay from Corvo Attano   (just sent)
Message sent to everyone in the region Leibo (49 recipients)
Corvo winced at the glaring pain in his left shoulder. During the intense battle, a single arrow had, barely, penetrated his chainmail. But the pain was nothing compared to the scene around him. Twenty-five of his men were rested around the fire as local healer fussed over wounds,  none could tell who would survive.

He walked over Captain Ulfbjorn Hartmann, who had taken a hit for him. "Crazy bastard." Corvo said, voice distorted to a rasping sound by the silver skull mask he wore. "Hah, takes more than a spear to keep me down." the Captain replied, and the two men laughed. The remark though, brought back memories of the battle.

Corvo was extremely proud of his unit, Whalers. They were advancing with Xavax's legion, holding shields against the foul arrows. A chant of war went up amongst the troops;
Our swords are sharp
Our spears are long
Our arrows are swift
Our arms are strong
Brave is the heart that looks upon home
We will kill the bandits wherever they roam!

The war chant went on until the Infantry of Xavax were in charging distance, then it was replaced by roaring.

Three Hours And Twenty-Two Minutes Later

An arrow flew through the air whistling as it homed in on it's unsuspecting prey. The next moment, a great pain blossomed in Corvo's shoulder. It was a scene of carnage, and Corvo was undisturbed by it. The sheer disregard for life that the foes of Xavax fought with had initially shaken him, now he had acclimated to death.

Ulfbjorn saw Corvo go down and ordered a retreat. Xavaxian forces made the Vix and bandits pay for every inch of ground, byt retreated left a bad taste in the Captain's mouth. He and another Whale got Corvo to his feet and dragged him off the field.

Corvo was aware of being picked up and dragged, he would have protested but Count Mormont's condition had made him gape with awe. The Count's body was racked with wounds that would have, nay should have, killed him. Yet he fought on. Corvo was evacuated before he saw the Count's fate, but he knew in his heart that Uthred had fallen.

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Roleplaying / More Punishment
« on: November 22, 2016, 09:38:02 AM »
Roleplay from Corvo Attano
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
Corvo sat at his desk in his tent, leafing through papers; messages and reports, his mask in close reach and his sword on his belt. Cries of pain mingled with begging for food in the immediate area. So similar to Tota, Corvo sadly thought. He had seen more death here, several of his men had been killed, and now one was wounded. The previous battles had also taken out one of his entourage; apparently, his Sanctiones had been killed by a stray arrow.

"Captain!" he called out, and a Whaler armoured in ring mail entered the tent, saluting. "Yes, My Lord Attano?" Captain Hartmann queried. Ulfbjorn Hartmann was a good Captain, and was popular with the men. That combined with a fierce loyalty to Corvo and the Attano family made him not only a good Captain, but a sensible aide de camp and perfect bodyguard. He even looked the part, largely built, bald, with a braided beard and large axe.

"Remind me again what the Sanctiones was doing on the battlefield?" Corvo continued, looking up at Ulfbjorn. "I believe one of the men punished at Tota, ah, "encouraged" her to charge the enemy." Ulfbjorn tactfully answered. Corvo groaned and put his head in his hands, more needless death. "Bring the offender in." he ordered, and Ulfbjorn saluted once more before leaving the tent.

It took Ulfbjorn a good ten minutes to find the offender, in which he spent going from one part of the camp to the next. Finally, he found the Whaler guilty and dragged him back to Corvo's tent. The tent was a simple set up, an light weight wooden desk and chair were situated in the front half, and the back half contained Corvo's chambers. The tent was split by a cloth screen. "Sit." Corvo commanded, a blank sheet of parchment in front of him. The Whaler followed the command. "Name." Corvo demanded, "Hal, M'Lord." the offender fearfully replied. Corvo put quill to parchment and recorded the information. "Why did you "encourage" Sanctiones Veralla to charge the Vix Tiramora position?" Corvo questioned, and the Whaler had a defiant streak. "I did no such thing!!" he practically screamed, standing up. Corvo sighed, and nodded to Captain Hartmann. He punched the Whaler in the gut, eliciting a painful groan, before shoving him back into the chair. "Now, I can do this all day. I would rather not, truly, but you need to remember three things. One; never, ever, raise your voice at me again. Two; You shall address me as My Lord, My Lord Attano, Your Lordship or Your Lordship Attano. Three; DO. NOT. LIE. TO. MY. FACE. AGAIN. Clear?" Corvo sternly dictated. Hal groaned and nodded. "Now, why did you "encourage" Sanctiones Veralla to charge the Vix Tiramora positioned?" he repeated, quietly. "M'Lord, I swears she gave me one extra lash and hit me harder than the others." he pleaded. Corvo almost ordered Captain Hartmann to beat Hal. Instead he roared angrily at him, "So you got her killed over an extra lash and a bit of excessive force?" Captain Hartmann thought he would have to restrain his lord when Corvo continued. "Captain! Send a messenger to Talon Kinsey. See if he has a stock available or that we can use those in town square!" he pointed at Hal "You, get out of my sight!" Hal scrambled from his chair and out of Corvo's tent fearfully. Captain Hartmann simply saluted before nodding approvingly and fetching a messenger.

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Roleplaying / Dealing with Death
« on: November 15, 2016, 11:23:32 AM »
Roleplay from Corvo Attano
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
Corvo sat by his desk in his city quarters. Getting there was a nightmare, Xavax was a maze. He recalled the events that followed his entry to the city.

Corvo rode atop his palomino horse, his twelve troops followed behind. The directions to his city quarters given by the gate guard made no sense to a noble used to a more rural area. The guard had said to follow F-something Way, turn right into Y-something Alley, and follow three other streets. They were part way down Y-something Alley wen five men staggered out of a tavern. Corvo, at the head of the group, was fifty metres away and he swore he could smell the alcohol oozing off them. Being drunk to oblivion, they thought it would be fun to mug the soldiers limping back home. Paying no attention to the fact that the leader was bearing a shield that had the heraldry of a noble family, a black raven on a purple background with a silver inverse chevron. "Fiddy... hic.. gold to...hic... pash..hic.... or we....hic.. shtick yash!" One, barely, managed to say. Corvo had his head lowered but raised it at this threat, the light caught on his mask and the drunks looked like they had seen a Daimon Lord. "You dare threaten a Knight of Xavax?!" The mask amplifying the effect of sheer terror. A scream resounded and they ran for their lives, fearing this unknown noble. A group of local militia ran down the alley towards Corvo and his Whalers. "My Lord, what happened?" one of them worriedly asked, fearing the repercussions if a Knight got wounded on their watch. Corvo laughed lightly and the militia instantly understood what had happened. They nodded and turned to leave when a rasping voice called out "You men! Show me to my city quarters, Sir Corvo Attano! Xavax is a damned maze." the militia stopped, "This way, My Lord." they replied.

He was immensely tired. He had almost no sleep, how could he when every time he closed his eyes he saw the carnage at Enubec? Fighting peasants late at night was one thing, watching five of your men killed and the rest wounded in broad daylight was another. Seven. Seven had died on they way to Xavax, infection and blood loss swiftly and painfully ended their lives. He knew that he was in a warrior society, he knew that he had to steel himself. His father had told him that the first time is the worst, but good people will always remember that life should not be wasted. He hoped that the next battle would be easier. Aldric was the only soldier who recovered on the road, apparently he had taken Corvo's advice to heart. Corvo had left the rest of his troops in the care of the local healers, three of them returned shortly after. He had then went to the barracks and recruited some men, finding a capable Captain; Hartmann.

Thankfully, he had a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of him to stave off fatigue. With how tired he was, the best course of action would probably getting some sleep and doing his best to ignore the memories of Enubec.

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Roleplaying / A Missive
« on: November 12, 2016, 11:26:22 AM »
Roleplay from Corvo Attano
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
Corvo sat by his desk in the tavern's private room, thick rain pelted down upon the window. As soon as Xavaxian soldiers started taking over Igno, the tavernkeep had announced that, for the time being, he would only serve Xavaxian soldiers. His Sanctiones had just finished whipping the condemned soldiers from yesterday and Corvo had told the that they would get full rations once Igno flew the Imperium's banner.

The men where lucky, Corvo mused, they had been spared from a whipping last night due a peasant riot and they, for now, where to injured to do anything apart from laze around by the fireplaces and drink ale. Corvo thought back to last night.

"My lord!! My lord!" Corvo heard shouting and footsteps coming up the stairs to his room. Quickly getting up and reaching for his dagger, he was relieved to find it was a Whaler. "My lord, peasant revolt!" the man cried, "Call some servants and ready the men, I shall be down soon." Corvo anxiously replied. He did not wish to pointlessly kill any of the peasants, but they HAD to see that Xavax would not give up no matter the threat. The servants came up, they aided Corvo in putting on his chainmail and breastplate before leaving the room. Armoured, Corvo strapped his scabbard to his belt and reached for his cloak. Strangely, a letter dropped out. Ignoring it for the time being he wrapped his armour in the cloak, donned his mask and pulled his hood over his head.

By the time any of the Xavaxian soldier were just about to charge the insurrectionists, the last volley of arrows were fired. An agonizing hour of arrow-fire ended in thirty casualties. Most of the remaining peasants were a lot more accepting of Xavaxian authority after that, but there were rumour of another revolt being planned.

Deep in thinking, Corvo just remembered the letter from last night. He reached over a pile of messages to where he kept the secretive missive. Funny, he thought, there is no seal. Grabbing a dagger, he carefully cut away the covering to reveal the parchment. The side he was looking at simply had CORVO written on it. Flipping the parchment, Corvo watched in amazement as a strange symbol drew itself onto the parchment.

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Helpline / Magic in RPs
« on: November 11, 2016, 12:26:23 PM »
What's the stance on non-scroll magic being used in RPs to cover a detail. For example: an infy writing a Rp about assassinating a target and describes magic similar to Corvo's Blink to get to the target without being seen, level 1 Bend Time to gain the upper hand in escape/assassination and lvl 1 Windblast to throw the target off a balcony/disorient guards.

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Roleplaying / Earning Respect
« on: November 10, 2016, 08:37:07 AM »
Roleplay from Corvo Attano
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
Light rain drizzled down upon the streets of Igno. Corvo had removed his mask and was holding it, staring into the blue glass lenses. Luckily for him, he still had his hood up to defend against the inclement weather, but unfortunately, his cloak, breastplate and chainmail were going to need a check over for rust.

Cries of agony resounded from the streets as villagers and townspeople were beaten by Xavaxian soldiers. It was uncomfortable to the twenty-five year old, but he tried to ignore it, especially since three of his men had gone a little too far. These men were bound behind him, they had beaten civilians to the point of a surgeon being called in. He turned to them.

"What were your orders?" he calmly inquired. At first there was an uneasy silence, but one meekly spoke up "To rough up the folk, M'lord." obviously worried. "Where in that did you get 'beat to death'?" Corvo's voice raised. Thankfully, only a few ribs were broken and there was no internal bleeding, most of the damage was superficial. Another soldier spoke up"M'lord we didn't do too-" Corvo swiftly cut him off. "I don't want excuses, now answer the question. Where in 'rough up', did you get 'beat to death?" he was yelling now. "I- nowhere, M'lord." the first soldier bowed his head as he spoke, "We submit to punishment."  the soldiers had obviously given up. Corvo removed his hood and donned his mask, his vision lightly tinged with blue. "As punishment," he began, voice distorted to rasping sound by the mask, "will be ten lashes and half rations." he winced beneath the mask, he knew the punishment was harsh, but he had to earn the respect of his troops. There were no protests as Corvo called his Sanctiones.

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Helpline / community@battlemaster.org
« on: October 25, 2016, 08:49:23 AM »
How often is this email checked?

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Roleplaying / OI Judge
« on: October 09, 2016, 10:35:18 AM »
My response to some issues with the OI judge.

Roleplay from Kevaver Daleborn   (just sent)
message to all nobles of Obsidian Islands

At Mystèrie Royale's estate at Chaos Temple a courier carry small box and bearing the heraldry of the Daleborn family knocked on the door. "Package for her Ladyship!" he declared. One of the footmen groaned and was about to shoo him away when the courier said "Wait! It is vital the package reaches her Ladyship. If I don't deliver it, His Lordship, Baron Daleborn will!". The footman looked worriedly at his counterpart, he had no wish to anger a Baron. "Right then, I'll take the package." he said before reliving the courier of his box. The courier smiled and said "I hope her Ladyship enjoys it." be fore rushing of to Baron Daleborn's city quarters.

A servant knocked on the door to Mystèrie Royale's bedchamber. After being permitted in the servant said "My lady, a courier from Baron Daleborn brought this." the servant opened the box and a beautifully coloured parrot flew out of it, perching on the table Mystèrie Royale was sitting at. The servant was just about to ask Mystèrie Royale what she thought of it when the parrot squawked and said "You broke the law!".

At his city quarters, Kevaver heard a knock on his study door. "Enter." he commanded and the courier he dispatched to deliver the parrot entered. Kevaver smiled, "You delivered the bird?" he asked and the servant nodded "I sincerely hope she doesn't kill it. The bird cost a hefty sum." he sat in his chair for a moment before picking up a jingling pouch. "For the trouble." he explained, the servant bowed before taking the pouch and leaving. Closing the oak door and rounding a corner, the servant opened it and the sight confirmed his suspicions. He was going to have a lot of spending money.

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BM General Discussion / Crazy Advies
« on: September 20, 2016, 01:51:18 PM »
Just a thread to share stories about the crazy stuff you've done with an advy.

My one is on BT, a man by the name of Orion Mourne. Apparently, in Ar Agyr, telling the realm council that you hope Akkan feasts on their eyes with bad grammar and spelling is punishible by imprisonment. This is where I gets more funny, my char starts ranting in his cell and goes wee-wee on the Agyran flag and sends a letter to the judge that has a certain body part on it and Akkan eating eyes and the words " screw you!". Apparently, this is punishable by torture and planned execution. SURPRISE! He escaped. I probably should not have written a letter telling them I'm out while I'm returning to the capital. X3

LET THE CHAOS FLOW!! ;3

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BattleMaster Expansions / TradeMaster?
« on: September 14, 2016, 02:16:42 PM »
Can someone give me a link? I think this is the right place.

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