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Roleplaying / The Prophet Severina
« Last post by pcw27 on May 23, 2022, 09:45:53 PM »
Roleplay from Severina Erickson Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp
Message sent to everyone in Corridor of Torment (6 recipients) - 7 days, 19 hours, 40 minutes ago
The sun set, and a cool wind whipped across the craggy rocks of the Corridor of Torment, disturbing what few sparse, thorny shrubs clung to the rocks and crags.

Severina stood before nine pyres, behind her, her disciples stood, some with arms in slings, others on crutches, none battleworthy.

They had attracted much attention when they arrived for muster some days prior. They wore mail, but their resemblance to normal soldiers ended there. Rather than sword and spear they carried maces, and iron staffs.  Besides the armor they wore cloaks and hoods of grey like the members of some ascetic orders. Their heads were shaved, and their foreheads bore three red dots.

Severina marched afore them similarly attired and armed. Her head was unmarked by needle and ink, but instead she wore a simple ring of silver wire with three rubies at its center. Most striking was her placid demeanor. Even in the heat of battle only the slightest tension in her cheeks and widening of her blue eyes, betrayed the stress of combat.

The blood of beasts and men now stained her grey cloak as well as the vestments of her followers. An acolyte handed her a torch.

"Theses nine have served the cause of enlightenment. I commit them to the divine with full martyr's honors. May the Bloodstars shine on them, and through them and may they become one with their holy light"

With that she lit the pyres one by one, the flames climbing into the night sky, illuminating the dreary clouds above.


Roleplay from Severina Erickson Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp
Message sent to all nobles of Avenor (16 recipients) - just in
Severina wandered the recruitment centers of Darfix, coming at last upon a group of familiar faces.

"Holy one!" a soldier shouted.

"You address me as such Sigric, but you have not treated me as such. It was quite a surprise to wake from my meditation alone."

Trembling the acolyte dropped to his knees followed by the dozen others.

"Forgive us prophetess, we beseech you!" he cried, "You had been in seclusion so long, we though surely sleeping-sickness had taken you."

"For years now clouds have shrouded the Blood Stars yet so many remain faithful. How can I trust in your faith?"

"Please! Do not send us from your sight! How may we atone?"

"Go forth and gather others," Severina replied, "find more warriors who will follow me."

The men leapt to their feet and dispersed to preach among the recruits.
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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Last post by Renodin on May 08, 2022, 10:04:01 PM »
Here following you'll read about a meeting between Pasquale Ruler of Caligus, Lorelai Ruler of Eponllyn and Nemean as they meet to negotiate a diplomatic treaty.


Roleplay from Pasquale Contéfigardo

Pasquale ran his hands absentmindedly over the fabric of his toga. It was a antiquated style of dressing, usually reserved for ceremonial functions, mostly military or religious in nature. He had felt that negotiating on and signing an important series of documents, treaties, and agreements like this was worthy of its use.

The toga was a flowing array of burgundy, blood red, lighter red, and pink. The fringe of the toga was embroidered in golden yellow fabric trim. Underneath the brightly variegated toga was a comparatively plain white tunic, very well made but free from an embellishment or pomp. He wore comfortable and well broken in thick leather sandals, perfect for the current late summer heat. At his neck hung two silver chains necklaces, one ending in a medium-sized blue topaz, and the other a silver locket.

He had arrived to the chambers intended for the meeting early, after eschewing a large breakfast in favor of a small and simple one. Instead of disturbing the servants as they prepared the room, he walked about the castle, not straying far but exploring casually, always keeping a mental map of where he had been, forming a layout. He liked maps and cartography, and sometimes imagined them inside his head.

After his meandering explorations began to bore him, he took the return path towards the entrance to the chambers. As he rounded the corner, he saw Hoplite Nemean JeVondair Renodin preparing to enter. This recently arrived nobleman was quite an intelligent and well-spoken fellow, and the Patriarch had taken a liking to him. The diplomat with the dirty-blond hair was perhaps a decade and a half older than the dark brown haired ruler.

Raising his arm in greeting, Pasquale hailed the man, “Hoplite Nemean, good morning! I hope you are ready for a lengthy of discussion. Let us head inside. I arrived too early, and took a stroll about the place to pass some time. Normally I am more “fashionably late” but was more energized than usual this morn.”


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ENTENTE IN OLIGARCH - N1
 

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After his meandering explorations began to bore him, he took the return path towards the entrance to the chambers. As he rounded the corner, he saw Hoplite Nemean JeVondair Renodin preparing to enter. This recently arrived nobleman was quite an intelligent and well-spoken fellow, and the Patriarch had taken a liking to him. The diplomat with the dirty-blond hair was perhaps a decade and a half older than the dark brown haired ruler.

Raising his arm in greeting, Pasquale hailed the man, “Hoplite Nemean, good morning! I hope you are ready for a lengthy of discussion. Let us head inside. I arrived too early, and took a stroll about the place to pass some time. Normally I am more “fashionably late” but was more energized than usual this morn.” ~Pasquale


Woken by birdsong he had spend the morn in quiet observation. Old habits died hard and one of them he never regretted being instilled as a young boy was rising early from his bed. Before most of the servants began their scurrying he had already begun a simple routine of swordplay. It just felt good. To loosen muscles and to feel the warmth course through his veins. That was a while ago now already. As was breakfast and bathing. Though what stayed with him during all those activities was the letter Lorelai had send.

Approaching the meeting hall Nemean checked himself. As much physically by coming to a halt while mostly making sure his attire was proper.  A sable doublet and breeches embroidered with a floral pattern in gold thread. It somehow yet managed to be abatable in its gaudiness. It was all tied together with an expertly made, dueling half cape draped over a single shoulder. Accentuating perhaps the sword and dagger that hung from his belt. A final touch was to tuck his gloves into said belt when the Patriarch of Caligus hailed him.

The younger man took care of himself. Health wise and his appearance. The smallest of inclinations made in recognition was what Nemean offered Pasquale.''I am yet to find comfort in the newly bestowed title, Hoplite. Though I certainly seem unfit for its use with these clothes.'' A smile brought warmth to the statement as he gestured to the crimson layers of the other man's toga. The moment left long enough to make little spectacle, one that saw Nemean's emerald eyes twinkle for a whole second. ''Should you desire to place feet upon surer ground when in the presence of Lorelai, you might do well to refer to me in terms she inclines to agree with.'' Words were offered calmly while the head tilted modestly. Though his eyes shared none of it.

''Shall we?'' He glanced at the meeting hall. ''Also,'' His eyes returned to Pasquale. ''..you prefer to be late?'' Another smile. This one bigger than the last one. ''We should train together sometime, it will quicken you very swiftly, I assure you. How much have you interacted with the Queen, our cousin? Do you know her well and are these stipulations set in stone? I mean those of the treaty between Eponlly and Caligus.'' Letting the words hang between them it seemed a thought intruded his mind. It led to his eyes wandering into the hall again. Swift to follow was a petit frown.

Thus Nemean awaited Pasquale's response. Moreso perhaps, he allowed time for the King to regain the initiative and be the first one to lead both of them into the meeting hall.


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Roleplay from Lorelai Chamberlain

Oligarch

At tines she forgot how large Ellimere was, she ended up jogging from her offices to the greeting hall, stammering to a halt at one of the large mirrors that had been brought here from Castle Nylucia. Smoothing and tucking the recalcitrant curls, she ran her hands over the simple pale blue gown before resuming her journey to the hall.

She brought no heralds, the gentle sounds of moving armour as guards straightened the only announcement she felt she needed. All credit to the Patriarch, he showed no sign of irritation at her tardy arrival.

Windows were open and even so far within the city, the elevation of the keep allowed a fresh breeze and birdsong to filter through the dense stone. Breathing deeply she smiled warmly, approaching the Patriarch in his odd attire - she assumed it must be some summer fashion of Caligus - it looked more like nightwear, but she remained unperturbed.  She leaned inward kissing each of his cheeks, "Welcome to Oligarch, Pasquale, I hope you will forgive my tardiness... even a Queen must accede when her children are demanding."

She turned to Nemean, fixing him with an appraising gaze; with seemingly little effort he always seemed to manage to be at the forefront of any crowd. Age had done little to diminish his charms, though how he had come to be in Caligus was perhaps a tale she needed to hear.  She arched a brow. "Prince Nemean - don't even think of bowing to me - shared blood forfends such formalities." She drew him into an embrace, pleased of his presence, even if it was at the elbow of her counterpart.

Turning her attention back to the Patriach she narrowed her eyes. "I had assumed this was fairly simple, though the presence of your - hotplite? did you say? - I'm not entirely sure what a Hoplite is - though where my brother enters a conversation,  one cam be sure the outcome is not going to be entirely what you expected."

She inclined her head to one of the retainers, who quickly disappeared behind a tapestry depicting the Lady of the Woods.  "If you would be good enough to come with me, I am hopeful Ambassador Nabarl will be joining us soon."

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Last post by Renodin on May 08, 2022, 05:48:39 PM »


Roleplay from Godric Tórrarin ka Habb


"..And you have abandoned the Phoenix Court entirely. Having fled to the southern crust of the continent."

Godric stiffens at the remark but bites his tongue.  Listening to the younger Renodin speak brings back memories of Asher. He refers to birthright and what is owed, the idea that he is somehow deserving of greater. Idle fingers trail towards the hilt of his sword and Godric stills his breath - Nemean's fingers drift away and Godric allows himself to settle but he remains attentive.

"..We serve not Caligus, our lineage, we have birthright."

Godric's nostrils flare at the thought. As if that skinny whelp Asher earned anything - that he was not just a smooth talker with a lust for power. As Nemean begins to walk downhill to his horse Godric shakes his head, "Your mother did not trust me, she trusted Tor. Because we both trust in Him she knew my motivations to be true. You, in a sense, are trustworthy to me because your motivations are as plain as your father's were." Godric steels himself for the reaction, if any. "No matter what you think, our only birthright is death. Your mother understood this. The power of Man is miniscule to that of Tor. Riches become ash, lands become dust, memories become whispers on the wind. You are your father's son but do not consign yourself to his mistakes." Godric's voice is rising as years of anger, things he wishes he said start to bubble up. He sits back on his horse and kicks to wheel the horse about.

"Safe travels, Nemean Aydensson. May Tor steady you when you are weak." Godric's horse sets off on a trot to meet with his escort and back to his troop.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Last post by Renodin on May 08, 2022, 05:47:35 PM »
This was an rp send as an army from Yssrgard moved through Caligan lands without announcing themselves. I saw a Noble I thought might be an interesting plot hook to reach out to. Turned out said Noble agreed.


From a Hillock

The plains of Mashhad revealed a sparse forest of pennons. A bright Aquila prominent among them. Nemean squinted his eyes as he beheld it. He knew that bird. Waiting for the riders to go from to fro, patiently until he reckoned they'd be within earshot. Meanwhile making sure his own banner was proudly on display. Planted deeply on the very crest of the earthen outcropping. In his mind, while watching the riders of an old family friend, he could see the clods of dirt being thrown from their hooves. "Tórrarin!" His cupped hands directing and enhancing the volume.

Just that word. If the old man had ears capable of listening still, that'd be enough.


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Roleplay from Godric Tórrarin ka Habb


A voice calls out "Tórrarin!" Godric slows his horse and looks, spying a figure on some far hill. He squints and motions for a younger man to look.

Noble. House.... Renodin. Godric nods, tucking in his arming sword. "Keep marching, I'll catch up." He sets off towards the hill and slows to a trot as he gets closer. Three of his riders follow at a comfortable distance. He raises a hand in greeting.

"Lord Renodin." Godric tilts his head as the nobleman becomes clearer. "Lord.... Nemean! My hasn't it been a while? Do we serve the Lords of Caligus now?" Godric's eyes narrow. He looks more like his father than he ever did before, although the aura of his mother permeates outwards. The eyes in particular remind him of the 'Prince of the Xavax'. He tries to shake off the feeling but old grudges die hard.


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From a Hillock  N.2
 

"Lord Renodin." Godric tilts his head as the nobleman becomes clearer. "Lord.... Nemean! My hasn't it been a while? Do we serve the Lords of Caligus now?" Godric's eyes narrow. He looks more like his father than he ever did before, although the aura of his mother permeates outwards. The eyes in particular remind him of the 'Prince of the Xavax'. He tries to shake off the feeling but old grudges die hard.


The old man had come with an escort. The smirk that appeared could perhaps be explained away by the brightness of the sun, not that he cared to offer any excuse. Surprise was an initial emotion the elder warrior revealed. Soon to be squashed in good tradition with a rebuke, however minor. "..And you have abandoned the Phoenix Court entirely. Having fled to the southern crust of the continent.'' The counter wasn't formidable. Nemean knew it but it didn't need to be. As long as the challenge wasn't left unanswered.

A token gesture was made as he indicated with his chin ever so slightly behind him towards the expanse that eventually would hold Fontan City. "I've had time to study the histories of my father. As much as they were recorded and then some.'' Irritation and then also some poorly veiled disappointment slipped into his delivery of the words. The latter part  of his delivery meant to reinforce rather than to weaken. Knowing that the elder before him had lived through it all made any attempted facade hard. ''The City and lands were promised to my father.'' Weight shifted from one boot to the other. Curiously, the fingers extending from his fighting arm twirled towards the handle of his blade.

"Xavax fought and died for that legacy. Other Xavax did nothing and let that happen.'' This man before him had been part of his childhood. To speak of time before he himself was even born felt strange suddenly. ''But you know this.'' Clearly there, Nemean quested. Familiarity perhaps, or connection. The tone of voice rose a bit. The richness softened. The green eyes beheld the wizen man of Tor.

Wetting his lips he resumed after a brief pause. "Legacy. The Past. Trails not yet walked upon.'' The brow arched. "We are beholden, we are unbound yet we strive still. Xavax was bestowed and had chosen our bloodline. Fontan was bestowed and taken, all but its city. The Throne of Perdan was taken.'' There his voice tapered in volume. ''..Oligarch, Eponllyn.''

''..We serve not Caligus, our lineage, we have birthright."

His gaze wandered over to the three riders that had accompanied Godric before it returned to the man himself. "It seems your mind is still sound, you yet managed to throw a barb with your initial words. A feat surely at your age. Though I do not wish to perish you nor due to my actions. You were a trusted man of my mothers. Both. Be well old man.'' With that Nemean readied himself to depart. A horse was tied to a struggling sapling at the bottom of the little hill.

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BM General Discussion / Re: hey guyz
« Last post by Glaumring the Fox on May 03, 2022, 03:04:11 AM »
Hey buds!

Yeah I noticed that the glory day of forums are over. Its sad because I prefer it and find all these other apps to be a bit confusing and tedious. As for playing BM , I havent had as much time lately to play more than 'No mans sky' when I get some down time. I prefer its relaxed no stress pace after decades of arguing with people in BM haha , I still think about BM though because ultimately it was / is? a very fun game that was / is deeply flawed. I really wish there was some more development on it and features added etc and well of course a playerbase, hands down though it was one of the best games ive ever played. I'll see if I can find time to pop by sometime. Currently Glaumring is lost at sea after sailing back westward, perhaps he is lost on an island after a shipwreck? Or he truly is dead? only time will tell....
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BM General Discussion / Re: hey guyz
« Last post by JDodger on April 29, 2022, 02:10:01 AM »
Whats up Glaum? Hope you have been well.

The game is ok, playerbase has shrunk a lot the past few years and it is a lot slower, but it's still fun.

I've been back for a couple months and having a good time for the most part.

Dwilight unfortunately is a mess with the lowered player numbers and population density restrictions, but there are hopefully solutions to that in the works.

And of course there is the usual hilt touching, but what can you do. That's BM.

The forum is essentially dead as you may have noticed. Not the only dead forum these days sadly  :'( long past are the glory days of the once mighty BB.

More of the community chat goes on on discord these days. If you ever feel like catching up, hop on the BM server and say hi.

You are missed dude.
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BM General Discussion / hey guyz
« Last post by Glaumring the Fox on April 05, 2022, 05:14:09 AM »
Long time no see, how is it going? I haven't had time to play the last few years, life has swept me up into busy land now. I still check here ever so often but it seems like Dwilight is not very active anymore like the good ole'days. Hope all is well.
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Feature Requests / Re: Feature request: Unpause and move continents
« Last post by PolarRaven on February 16, 2022, 02:56:36 AM »
I believe that many people have come across the problem of wanting paused characters "unpaused" in a different location.
Most often, this leads to needing to pause an active character (loosing all progress) and then unpausing and moving the desired character before being able to resume play with the "original" character.

A possible fix to this might be to have all paused characters sent to a "LIMBO" that allows them to be unpaused to any location that a player has a free open slot for a character.

ie:  a character is paused on BT and replaced with a new one. 
Several months later that player looses a noble on Dwi and rather than start a new one, decides that the paused noble from BT would do well as a replacement on Dwi.
Current mechanics require that the player must do a lot of pausing/unpausing/emigrating to accomplish this.  Much time is lost for both characters (also reducing the fun for the player who is unable to play either for a period of time).

With a "LIMBO", this could be accomplished with no disruption of play for either character, allowing the player to continue with no interruption to their game. 
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Feature Requests / Re: Feature request: Unpause and move continents
« Last post by Anaris on February 12, 2022, 02:55:40 PM »
...I think that the best way to implement this might be to improve the interface for when you have more characters active (either total or on an island) than the limit; that would make it much less frustrating when those moments happen (like when donation goodies run out).

I will give some thought to this, but it's unlikely to happen in the immediate future, I'm afraid.
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Feature Requests / Re: Feature request: Unpause and move continents
« Last post by PolarRaven on February 12, 2022, 05:05:58 AM »
If you are looking for this as a feature request, It may be better stated as a request to be able to "move a paused character to a different island" without having to unpause.

(And SI is a separate/special island that does NOT allow characters to transfer to or from it from/to other islands.)
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