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Beluaterra / Re: Sacred Obia'Syela
« on: April 13, 2018, 04:06:53 PM »
Sooooo anyone spare a healing scroll?
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Beluaterra / Re: Sacred Obia'Syela
« on: April 11, 2018, 02:44:30 PM »Here's my worry: Invasions can happen in a lot of ways, but last time it began with monster spawns from sea and rogue regions, which SOS is still completely surrounded by bc the southern monster spawns have been ridiculous. And if you think we're struggling now, wait till those invasion-level, 50k+ Rogue hordes start popping up again. If we don't find a way to populate and pacify the south, we'll loose it.
Sooo, I should unpack my Portal stuff?
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Roleplaying / Service for Usul
« on: April 07, 2018, 09:05:11 AM »
Roleplay from Gythrul Attano
all nobles of Obia'Syela
Gythrul inclined his head as the black robed figure barred the basement door. “As you commanded,†the figure said, “the manor is empty. All the servants have been sent off for the day.†Gythrul nodded, satisfied. He was at his city quarters in Rines. The servants had been sent off under the pretence that their lord wished to be alone while he grieved. It was true, partly.
The one who had barred the door joined the the other five men before Gythrul. The basement’s heating forge was burning, making the basement, and the manor above, uncomfortably warm for this time of year.
Gythrul instructed the six men to kneel before turning. In the alcove in front of him was a small wooden totem. It was small enough to be carried in one hand, and was carved with Daimonic faces and symbols. He was disgusted that the ceremony was all that Usul would receive. A follower of Daishi would try to kill him, disregarding the fact that no temples of that faith existed in Obia’Syela. And no Obian would honor him.
The Wraith kneeled and bowed his head.
“Akkan. Jomorosh. Jactosh. Domina.†He rasped, the men behind repeating after him in unison. “Lords of the Netherworld, true rulers of Beluaterra, bringers of Truth. Hear the plea of the faithful. One of our comrades, Usul Soul, has fallen. We ask that you return his soul to us, or grant his servants the power to do so. If not, reforge his soul, make it something stronger, greater.†the Wraith raised his head and stared at the totem, the carvings appearing to shift. “And send him back to us when the Portals open.†Gythrul stood back up and turned to his followers.
“Truth guide him.†They echoed his words.
Gythrul turned and took the totem. He tapped it against his mask before casting it into the fire.
An hour later, he sat in his study. Like the rest of the manor, it was sparsely decorated, only a few bookshelves and two chairs by a fireplace were there.
Like during his service, he sat there in his plate armour and mask. He waited.
all nobles of Obia'Syela
Gythrul inclined his head as the black robed figure barred the basement door. “As you commanded,†the figure said, “the manor is empty. All the servants have been sent off for the day.†Gythrul nodded, satisfied. He was at his city quarters in Rines. The servants had been sent off under the pretence that their lord wished to be alone while he grieved. It was true, partly.
The one who had barred the door joined the the other five men before Gythrul. The basement’s heating forge was burning, making the basement, and the manor above, uncomfortably warm for this time of year.
Gythrul instructed the six men to kneel before turning. In the alcove in front of him was a small wooden totem. It was small enough to be carried in one hand, and was carved with Daimonic faces and symbols. He was disgusted that the ceremony was all that Usul would receive. A follower of Daishi would try to kill him, disregarding the fact that no temples of that faith existed in Obia’Syela. And no Obian would honor him.
The Wraith kneeled and bowed his head.
“Akkan. Jomorosh. Jactosh. Domina.†He rasped, the men behind repeating after him in unison. “Lords of the Netherworld, true rulers of Beluaterra, bringers of Truth. Hear the plea of the faithful. One of our comrades, Usul Soul, has fallen. We ask that you return his soul to us, or grant his servants the power to do so. If not, reforge his soul, make it something stronger, greater.†the Wraith raised his head and stared at the totem, the carvings appearing to shift. “And send him back to us when the Portals open.†Gythrul stood back up and turned to his followers.
“Truth guide him.†They echoed his words.
Gythrul turned and took the totem. He tapped it against his mask before casting it into the fire.
An hour later, he sat in his study. Like the rest of the manor, it was sparsely decorated, only a few bookshelves and two chairs by a fireplace were there.
Like during his service, he sat there in his plate armour and mask. He waited.
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Beluaterra / Re: New undead threat?
« on: January 17, 2018, 03:43:43 AM »
... and Gythrul is undead.... sorry Obia’Syela.
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Beluaterra / Re: Sacred Obia'Syela
« on: December 29, 2017, 05:26:46 AM »Diplomacy, Violence, and Pasta?Hehe, those are among them.
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Beluaterra / Re: Sacred Obia'Syela
« on: December 28, 2017, 11:22:01 AM »
No worries. I have a few ideas as well.
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Other Games / Warhammer 40k/Age of Sigmar
« on: December 23, 2017, 03:26:27 PM »
Amy other Warhammer players out here? If so, what armies? Thoughts on Age of Sigmar and Dark Imperium?
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Beluaterra / Re: Post BT News Here for our Facebook Page
« on: December 23, 2017, 07:36:37 AM »
Former Tongue of the Gods Gythrul Attano, who was executed by Gotland, is reportedly alive and well. Following these rumour, there have been sightings of a hooded skeleton.
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Roleplaying / Gythrul's Ressurection
« on: December 23, 2017, 07:32:54 AM »
Gythrul gasped as he opened his eyes. He lay nude on a stone slab, all around him were black robed people. He was in a stone room with little light.
"My Lord." One of the robed people said, their voice gravelly and unnatural.
"Where?" Gythrul questioned before a light filled his mind.
An hour, maybe two pasted before Gythrul opened his eyes again.
"You." He said, pointing to the robed figure he had spoken to earlier. He noticed the person was holding a book.
"I assume you did this?"
The person bowed his head. "WE did. We have raised you."
Gythrul nodded. "Prepare a bath." He ordered.
He rose from the bloody bath tub and gazed and his hands, cleaned of flesh. His eye sockets burned with green witchfire. He turned to one of his robed attendants. "Burn my organs."
The skeleton that was Gythrul stood in the armoury of his Castle. The castle he ruled from when he lorded over the region. He commanded his cultists to put on a suit of plate armour.
The steel was darkened. The armour was relatively plain save for a golden Daemonic eye motif on the chest piece.
Gythrul let his cultists place and burial shroud around his shoulders and he drew up its hood.
He placed a broadsword in his scabbard.
He had returned.
"My Lord." One of the robed people said, their voice gravelly and unnatural.
"Where?" Gythrul questioned before a light filled his mind.
An hour, maybe two pasted before Gythrul opened his eyes again.
"You." He said, pointing to the robed figure he had spoken to earlier. He noticed the person was holding a book.
"I assume you did this?"
The person bowed his head. "WE did. We have raised you."
Gythrul nodded. "Prepare a bath." He ordered.
He rose from the bloody bath tub and gazed and his hands, cleaned of flesh. His eye sockets burned with green witchfire. He turned to one of his robed attendants. "Burn my organs."
The skeleton that was Gythrul stood in the armoury of his Castle. The castle he ruled from when he lorded over the region. He commanded his cultists to put on a suit of plate armour.
The steel was darkened. The armour was relatively plain save for a golden Daemonic eye motif on the chest piece.
Gythrul let his cultists place and burial shroud around his shoulders and he drew up its hood.
He placed a broadsword in his scabbard.
He had returned.
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BM General Discussion / Re: New Player Experience
« on: September 01, 2017, 02:33:37 PM »
I REALLY like the idea of the Civ-like quests, it should definitely help.
Chenier, if you want I'll chuck it in a feature request.
Chenier, if you want I'll chuck it in a feature request.
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East Island / Re: Greater Xavax Imperium
« on: August 31, 2017, 12:18:27 AM »
*resists urge to make Palpatine joke*
EDIT: I just realised this isn't on the page with the senate stuff -_-
EDIT: I just realised this isn't on the page with the senate stuff -_-
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Roleplaying / Aria's Arrival
« on: August 23, 2017, 09:35:56 AM »
A ship sailed into the port of Xavax. It bore the style of the West, of Dwilight. It's inventory contained luxury items and pelts only found in that untamed land.
And one very angry woman.
Aria Lucchesi Attano, sister of Corvo Attano. Stepped off the boat with as much poise as her shaking legs could muster. She was clad in plate armour and bore an armet. She had no shield, but proudly displayed the Attano heraldry on the surcoat thrown over the Western plate.
She had been in Xavax once before, a few years ago, and so knew her way from the docks to the Eyrie.
And that was her destination.
And one very angry woman.
Aria Lucchesi Attano, sister of Corvo Attano. Stepped off the boat with as much poise as her shaking legs could muster. She was clad in plate armour and bore an armet. She had no shield, but proudly displayed the Attano heraldry on the surcoat thrown over the Western plate.
She had been in Xavax once before, a few years ago, and so knew her way from the docks to the Eyrie.
And that was her destination.
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East Island / Re: Greater Xavax Imperium
« on: August 23, 2017, 01:03:50 AM »*Ominous rumbling*Wait for Aria!
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Roleplaying / Corvo's Execution
« on: August 20, 2017, 01:36:23 PM »
Dawn, that was when he was to be executed. The first rays of light beamed into his cell. Corvo's breath came ragged. Dull the pain my ass he thought as he remembered the warhammer shattering his kneecap. The guards escorted him to the headsman' block in Castle Ubent. Corvo looked at the crowd, his mask hiding the pain across his features. Executor Chester Barret gave some speech about laws. Corvo didn't really care, the pain numbed most of his mind, the few moments of perfect clarity he had were filled with sadness. Sadness for Xavax, sadness for his parents.
And sadness for his sister.
At least the Executor's sword was quick and clean.
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Aria sat at her desk in her tent, still wearing her plate armour. She was reading the morning's letters and reports when a servant came in.
"M'lady, a letter has come from the East. The messenger mentioned Sir Corvo Attano." He said.
She was ecstatic, the last time she had heard from her brother was a feast he had setup the night before she left for Dwilight.
"Thank you, you are dismissed." She said. The servant left the tent.
The letter bore an odd seal, one of a fox. She wracked her brain, unsure of what family used a fox seal.
Vix Tiramora. She remembered now. It was confusing for Corvo to send a letter from there. To her knowledge, he had always been loyal to Greater Xavax.
She opened it and starting reading aloud.
"Viscountess Aria Lucchesi Attano, per request of your brother, we regret to inform you of his execution for..... what?"
She was confused. Corvo? Dead? Then the grief hit her. She buried her head in her amoured hands. Dead?
She picked the letter back up crying.
...execution for criminal acts.
She couldn't read the rest. Tears blurred her vision. Anger burned in her heart. Someone will pay.
And sadness for his sister.
At least the Executor's sword was quick and clean.
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Aria sat at her desk in her tent, still wearing her plate armour. She was reading the morning's letters and reports when a servant came in.
"M'lady, a letter has come from the East. The messenger mentioned Sir Corvo Attano." He said.
She was ecstatic, the last time she had heard from her brother was a feast he had setup the night before she left for Dwilight.
"Thank you, you are dismissed." She said. The servant left the tent.
The letter bore an odd seal, one of a fox. She wracked her brain, unsure of what family used a fox seal.
Vix Tiramora. She remembered now. It was confusing for Corvo to send a letter from there. To her knowledge, he had always been loyal to Greater Xavax.
She opened it and starting reading aloud.
"Viscountess Aria Lucchesi Attano, per request of your brother, we regret to inform you of his execution for..... what?"
She was confused. Corvo? Dead? Then the grief hit her. She buried her head in her amoured hands. Dead?
She picked the letter back up crying.
...execution for criminal acts.
She couldn't read the rest. Tears blurred her vision. Anger burned in her heart. Someone will pay.