http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/ Mon, 21 May 2012 16:10:21 +0000 MyBB http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2804 Sun, 20 May 2012 20:14:44 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2804
I just wanted to say that I am sorry I haven't been around recently - the internet has been down at my house, and I haven't been able to afford to get it back on ... been a lot of real life stuff going on recently.

So I should have it back up and running soon - I miss you all and look forward to coming back.

Thanks,

Chris]]>
I just wanted to say that I am sorry I haven't been around recently - the internet has been down at my house, and I haven't been able to afford to get it back on ... been a lot of real life stuff going on recently.

So I should have it back up and running soon - I miss you all and look forward to coming back.

Thanks,

Chris]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2803 Sun, 20 May 2012 15:08:58 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2803
Leave name and contact information at Sol Academy in Edana.]]>
Leave name and contact information at Sol Academy in Edana.]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2802 Sun, 20 May 2012 14:35:55 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2802 - TRACKERS OF THE LAND -

I am looking for any information pertaining to the whereabouts of Ophelia Veltieri. She was last seen in Edana and is known to roam elven territory. She dresses in white armor, rides a stallion.

I'm putting in a reward of 2000 crowns for anyone who brings information leading to her. There is a bonus if you can talk her into coming to me.


- Cael Aedra]]> - TRACKERS OF THE LAND -

I am looking for any information pertaining to the whereabouts of Ophelia Veltieri. She was last seen in Edana and is known to roam elven territory. She dresses in white armor, rides a stallion.

I'm putting in a reward of 2000 crowns for anyone who brings information leading to her. There is a bonus if you can talk her into coming to me.


- Cael Aedra]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2801 Sat, 19 May 2012 23:13:53 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2801

(Wednesday 7PM EST 23/5/2012. If this time doesn't work, post below for a change in time)]]>

(Wednesday 7PM EST 23/5/2012. If this time doesn't work, post below for a change in time)]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2800 Sat, 19 May 2012 21:40:20 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2800 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2799 Sat, 19 May 2012 17:23:17 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2799
Posted on reference from Age]]>
Posted on reference from Age]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2798 Sat, 19 May 2012 13:10:49 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2798
“You will not be ruled by emotions.” someone had once told him. Yes, everything – his whole life – seemed to be focused around that someone’s words and promises. Fitz found himself snorting aloud at this. But he was human, was he not? He had always felt strongly about things, so strongly that those around him likely viewed him as overly dramatic. This was another topic that greatly worried Fitz, but he had no one to discuss it with.

Fitz noticed the pen was no longer in his hand, but had slipped to the side. He frowned at a new detail, a black stain on the page that was otherwise almost empty, and tore the whole page away. He picked up the pen, dipped it in a bottle of ink and scribbled away again.


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Page #89

An interesting individual... Repulsive, but nonetheless, an interesting individual. Its lifeless stare sends chills down my spine, so I try to avoid eye-contact with it. Despite its uncanny power, it seems harmless, when unprovoked at least, and actually offers decent conversation. It is rather talkative, letting me be my quiet self. Note to self: try to be more social.

I have met it a few times, so far, and I assume I share a common goal with it. I do not feel trust, but then again, I assume the feeling is mutual.. if it feels at all. I should ask next time. It is possible it has some recollection of its life before death, or the cycle breaker’s curse, and thus remembers what feelings are. The Khallusians have apparently accepted it as their emperor, and I am not sure if this is good or bad. Time will tell. All the former emperors of Khallusia were obviously bad choices, and there are more than one of those.

I have also discovered that it does indeed know humor. I made a snide comment about the horrible excuse of a mount it brought with it, and it responded with a rather classy joke. If its body had properly functioning organs I would buy the abomination a drink for that one.

Still, I mustn't forget my responsibilities. I will release it from its curse when the time is right. This is the only promise I’ve made. I shan’t play its game too much, only as much as is required for me to properly cleanse.. everything. No matter how it makes attempts to convince me that it despises its own existence, and the curse of undeath in general, I am disgusted by its presence, but the times are hopeless and effective methods scarce.

Despite how we who live view the undead, there are many aspects to them we know little to nothing about. I believe that especially for one with my title, it is mandatory to know small details about someone or something one is sworn to mercilessly destroy in the Father's name. This one knows a great deal about me, but I know next to nothing about it.

I will study further…

----------

Fitz was startled as something tickled his ear, like a chilling breath or a whisper, but the tickle was too brief and quick for him to be certain. He looked over his shoulder to find no one, and left his book and the pen on the table. Fitz walked the cathedral carpet towards the exit so that he could breathe fresh air, for he felt like he was about to suffocate. His heart raced. This was not the first time. Fitz picked up pace.

Cold sea air greeted him, brushing against his cheeks, and Fitz focused hard to calm his racing mind. He waited for his breath to even before he proceeded into the dark of night.]]>
“You will not be ruled by emotions.” someone had once told him. Yes, everything – his whole life – seemed to be focused around that someone’s words and promises. Fitz found himself snorting aloud at this. But he was human, was he not? He had always felt strongly about things, so strongly that those around him likely viewed him as overly dramatic. This was another topic that greatly worried Fitz, but he had no one to discuss it with.

Fitz noticed the pen was no longer in his hand, but had slipped to the side. He frowned at a new detail, a black stain on the page that was otherwise almost empty, and tore the whole page away. He picked up the pen, dipped it in a bottle of ink and scribbled away again.


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Page #89

An interesting individual... Repulsive, but nonetheless, an interesting individual. Its lifeless stare sends chills down my spine, so I try to avoid eye-contact with it. Despite its uncanny power, it seems harmless, when unprovoked at least, and actually offers decent conversation. It is rather talkative, letting me be my quiet self. Note to self: try to be more social.

I have met it a few times, so far, and I assume I share a common goal with it. I do not feel trust, but then again, I assume the feeling is mutual.. if it feels at all. I should ask next time. It is possible it has some recollection of its life before death, or the cycle breaker’s curse, and thus remembers what feelings are. The Khallusians have apparently accepted it as their emperor, and I am not sure if this is good or bad. Time will tell. All the former emperors of Khallusia were obviously bad choices, and there are more than one of those.

I have also discovered that it does indeed know humor. I made a snide comment about the horrible excuse of a mount it brought with it, and it responded with a rather classy joke. If its body had properly functioning organs I would buy the abomination a drink for that one.

Still, I mustn't forget my responsibilities. I will release it from its curse when the time is right. This is the only promise I’ve made. I shan’t play its game too much, only as much as is required for me to properly cleanse.. everything. No matter how it makes attempts to convince me that it despises its own existence, and the curse of undeath in general, I am disgusted by its presence, but the times are hopeless and effective methods scarce.

Despite how we who live view the undead, there are many aspects to them we know little to nothing about. I believe that especially for one with my title, it is mandatory to know small details about someone or something one is sworn to mercilessly destroy in the Father's name. This one knows a great deal about me, but I know next to nothing about it.

I will study further…

----------

Fitz was startled as something tickled his ear, like a chilling breath or a whisper, but the tickle was too brief and quick for him to be certain. He looked over his shoulder to find no one, and left his book and the pen on the table. Fitz walked the cathedral carpet towards the exit so that he could breathe fresh air, for he felt like he was about to suffocate. His heart raced. This was not the first time. Fitz picked up pace.

Cold sea air greeted him, brushing against his cheeks, and Fitz focused hard to calm his racing mind. He waited for his breath to even before he proceeded into the dark of night.]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2797 Sat, 19 May 2012 11:46:39 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2797 *A fancy message written on fine paper can be sighted on Edana.*

I am looking for an experienced and skilled carpenter to help me with decorating and furnishing a medium-sized house. The woodworker will be rewarded with good money, thus I hope your interest with the reward is not the only motive for this job. If you find yourself showing interest, please contact me via a letter.

]]> *A fancy message written on fine paper can be sighted on Edana.*

I am looking for an experienced and skilled carpenter to help me with decorating and furnishing a medium-sized house. The woodworker will be rewarded with good money, thus I hope your interest with the reward is not the only motive for this job. If you find yourself showing interest, please contact me via a letter.

]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2796 Sat, 19 May 2012 08:29:32 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2796
When you are dead, I could not find a way back into the complex and even if I could, there was not a healer in there. Also I could not get back to Edana or Valgaris (atleast I could not find a way that would work)]]>
When you are dead, I could not find a way back into the complex and even if I could, there was not a healer in there. Also I could not get back to Edana or Valgaris (atleast I could not find a way that would work)]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2795 Sat, 19 May 2012 08:03:21 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2795
The Idea: Change the 'shield bash' feat from an active feat to passive, but also change the way the feat acts.

The idea is that every time a melee attack misses against a fighter (not from 'dodge' or 'block') that the melee attacker will be punished by the 'shield bash' feat.

*NEW* Shield Bash Feat Description:

You take advantage of your opponents clumsy attack, allowing you to land an extra blow or bash from your shield.


So:

If you have a Sword + Shield equipped:

If an opponent misses an attack, there is a chance a shield bash will trigger that can stun a player for 1 second.

If you have a 1-Handed Weapon + No-Shield Equipped:

If an opponent misses an attack, you will strike at the opponent with your fist damage (whatever it may be)

If you have a 2 Handed Weapon equipped

If an opponent misses an attack, you will strike at the opponent with half the damage of a regular attack



Suggestions or thoughts on this?]]>
The Idea: Change the 'shield bash' feat from an active feat to passive, but also change the way the feat acts.

The idea is that every time a melee attack misses against a fighter (not from 'dodge' or 'block') that the melee attacker will be punished by the 'shield bash' feat.

*NEW* Shield Bash Feat Description:

You take advantage of your opponents clumsy attack, allowing you to land an extra blow or bash from your shield.


So:

If you have a Sword + Shield equipped:

If an opponent misses an attack, there is a chance a shield bash will trigger that can stun a player for 1 second.

If you have a 1-Handed Weapon + No-Shield Equipped:

If an opponent misses an attack, you will strike at the opponent with your fist damage (whatever it may be)

If you have a 2 Handed Weapon equipped

If an opponent misses an attack, you will strike at the opponent with half the damage of a regular attack



Suggestions or thoughts on this?]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2794 Sat, 19 May 2012 03:30:03 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2794
The critical strike feat appears to be sporadic in nature when wielding a bow. At times it functions, and other times, it does not.]]>
The critical strike feat appears to be sporadic in nature when wielding a bow. At times it functions, and other times, it does not.]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2793 Sat, 19 May 2012 02:10:03 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2793


Symond wondered aloud to himself as he paced back and forth across the room his every footstep audible in the eerily quiet tower. Then it struck him, use the skull.



The answer was elegant in its simplicity. Instead of having to destroy the current anchor and unbind the portal and then create a new one all he had to do was create an object that would disrupt the anchor from creating the portal unless its effects were stopped. So began step one, the gathering of the materials he would need to work the enchantment.



Symond fought his way into the crypts where he knew the most critical of the ingredients he needed could be found, arcane gems.



After gathering the gems Symond returned to the tower where the real work of creating the enchantment would begin. He gathered together the remaining items he would need from his store room and then setup to work on his recently created summoning circle.



The enchantment would be created by a mostly straightforward ritual, as straightforward as a magical ritual could be anyway. Symond would drain the very aether from an elemental channeling it through the power crystal and then into the arcane gems he had placed into the empty eye sockets of the hook horror’s skull. The daemon’s blood would serve as a catalyst to allow him to shape the aether in the precise methods needed in enchanting. While many mages feared to use daemons blood because of its possible taint and inherently chaotic nature Symond found that once he had learned to channel the aether through it in a carefully controlled manner that it gave his enchantments a precision rarely found.



The elemental disappears from existence as its very body is ripped apart into pure aether. The power crystal and daemon’s blood glows almost blindingly as Symond channels both the energy he has gathered and also the energy of the elemental into the two arcane gems. The two arcane eyes continue to glow faintly as the energy levels in the room dissipate. The reservoir was complete now the final shaping remained.



It was complete. The enchantment in the skull adequately disrupted the anchor from creating the hidden portal unless the correct words of power were spoken to momentarily disable the skulls effects.]]>


Symond wondered aloud to himself as he paced back and forth across the room his every footstep audible in the eerily quiet tower. Then it struck him, use the skull.



The answer was elegant in its simplicity. Instead of having to destroy the current anchor and unbind the portal and then create a new one all he had to do was create an object that would disrupt the anchor from creating the portal unless its effects were stopped. So began step one, the gathering of the materials he would need to work the enchantment.



Symond fought his way into the crypts where he knew the most critical of the ingredients he needed could be found, arcane gems.



After gathering the gems Symond returned to the tower where the real work of creating the enchantment would begin. He gathered together the remaining items he would need from his store room and then setup to work on his recently created summoning circle.



The enchantment would be created by a mostly straightforward ritual, as straightforward as a magical ritual could be anyway. Symond would drain the very aether from an elemental channeling it through the power crystal and then into the arcane gems he had placed into the empty eye sockets of the hook horror’s skull. The daemon’s blood would serve as a catalyst to allow him to shape the aether in the precise methods needed in enchanting. While many mages feared to use daemons blood because of its possible taint and inherently chaotic nature Symond found that once he had learned to channel the aether through it in a carefully controlled manner that it gave his enchantments a precision rarely found.



The elemental disappears from existence as its very body is ripped apart into pure aether. The power crystal and daemon’s blood glows almost blindingly as Symond channels both the energy he has gathered and also the energy of the elemental into the two arcane gems. The two arcane eyes continue to glow faintly as the energy levels in the room dissipate. The reservoir was complete now the final shaping remained.



It was complete. The enchantment in the skull adequately disrupted the anchor from creating the hidden portal unless the correct words of power were spoken to momentarily disable the skulls effects.]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2792 Sat, 19 May 2012 01:25:04 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2792
so by all means chime in with some simple info.

IRC name: Mordan
Character name: Takhbork Lurd'Slayar
Character race: Orc
Character class: (optional) Monk]]>
so by all means chime in with some simple info.

IRC name: Mordan
Character name: Takhbork Lurd'Slayar
Character race: Orc
Character class: (optional) Monk]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2791 Fri, 18 May 2012 16:21:08 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2791
Standing upon a solid red carpet was, in comparison to Icarius, a little man. His body was hidden under a layer of robes which held the color of the earth, dirt, blood. Seventy years of it. There was a hood sewn onto the simple garb- thrown back to reveal a face worn with wrinkles and darkened flecks of skin that betrayed the man's status- Elderly. The old man's feet were evenly separated, knees bent ever so slightly. He looked at Icarius with simple brown eyes- and a mouth that had unfurled downwards to a deep frown.

For several seconds the Boy stared into the eyes of the Man. Icarius stepped forward several paces. The torches waited for the echoing clatter of hundreds of pounds slamming down unto the floor with each step. The sound never came.

As Icarius reached a closer proximity to the Elder, the flames about them began to dance and flicker- as if caught in a crosswinds. The very air, stale, dust-filled, took on a horizontal and altogether vertical approach. There was a torrent of power between the two- legitimate, raw power, which almost gave volume to its self like only great storms could. Far down a hallway on the east wing, a mouse watched the two Humans. It could see the air between them move- but the Humans seemed to stay ever so still, as frozen by some powerful Magi or expertly carved like a stone mason's artwork. Still, the air moved- and flecks of blood, now red from the air's exposure, flicked through the air in its fractal like way, creating an endless loop of life-liquid until it began its place along the floor. This was not the first time blood had been spilled in Sun Abbey.

Still holding their stances, the mouse could gather that the Men were in dispute- its eyes, and indeed the eyes of most creatures save an Elf or Drow, were altogether incapable of picking up the phenomenal speed in which the Man and the Boy exchanged blows.

The air whirled between them once more, dust and dirt that had made those few tiles and few stretches of carpet their home forcibly cascaded amongst the winds. A scratch where the skin had been perfect had not been a millisecond ago appeared upon Icarius' face. The smirk from his face disappeared.

"Master, why do you stop me?" Icarius asked. His voice thick, deep- but not yet filled with the substance and tonality that only the experience of the world gave. His chin tilted downwards, catching the features of his Master in the orange and red of the torch's fire. The skin, worn and weary- how it held within it the splendors of Life and all the knowledge that comes with it.

"Because I want you to live." The Old Man whispered. Concern. It was concern that was on his face.

Icarius was too young to know what expressions his own face told- confusion, irritation. His hands threw themselves out once again- below the chest cavity, between the false-ribs, against the collar bone, towards the larynx. He could see and feel each blow deflected so casually it fueled his irritation to a simmering rage. His fingers could not even touch the worn robes of his Master, let alone puncture vital areas which would cause the Human's body to crumple like papyrus in his fist. His Master, nearly eighteen inches shorter and a third his own weight- moved with a grace that could only be recorded by the eyes of someone else like he, to move as a Monk did.

"Was it not you that told me my Fist will surpass that even of Mu-Re-Tu, Son of Talathas- the King of the Kings of men?" Icarius' smirk revealed its self once more, and his muscles began to twitch and whine as he flexed- his hands still neutral, near his sides. Icarius shifted his right foot forward slightly and became annoyed when his Master repeated the movement to the exact timing. "Did you not say that I had become the greatest successor to the Sol Art?"

His Master remained motionless. Pooling in the corner of the Old Man's left eye were salt water. "I said that out of a Father's love. Not a Master's teaching."

Icarius reeled back- mentally and physically, as his right foot stomped backwards. The torches behind him extinguished as if the movement had created some great force of air- strangling the flame with its own necessary food. "You lie."

"I did." The Old Man said, raising his hands to slightly above his chest, half closed- not fist, not palm. "And for that I am sorry. I am sorry for beginning your pathetic obsession."

"What?" Icarius asked. The torches that stood behind his Master began to rise, their flames licking at the stone ceiling above. As his voice left him, he saw a single tear run down his Master's cheek, and disappear into the thick grey beard below.

"Your obsession is pathetic." The Old Man repeated- his words still cool, calm, and collected as he cried his tear. Icarius' eyes, unnatural in the complexity and brightness of their own blue hues, seemed to quiver, mystified by both the words and the emotional reaction of his Master.

"What is this?" Icarius repeated, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows. "Why do you keep the World from me?"

"I keep you from the world," His Master began, eyes dried. "Because it is not ready for you- just as you are not ready for it."

"Riddles!" Icarius retorted, jutting a single finger forward for even the mouse to see.

"The strength we have is Human- but the blood of Talathas, thousands of years removed, still flows- however faintly- within you. Within me. I fear you will leave this place, and in defeat, die- not of your wounds, but of your own sense of shame."

Icarius threw his right arm to the side, as if gesturing to the world outside of the walls around them. "There are none alive who can defeat you, Augustus of Sol- except me. Are you saying I will lose?"

Augustus nodded. "You will lose. You shall come across warriors with the fists of one million men- and in combat, defeated. Defeating every one you meet, does not a God make."

"Ridiculous!" Icarius shouted. "Then I shall make a God- and I shall make him within my own flesh and blood. A descendant of Mu-re-tu, King of Kings- I shall seek the recognition of even the God of Gods!"

The air became ever so still.

"You first must seek mine." Augustus replied. "Let me show you how pitiful an obsession you seek."]]>
Standing upon a solid red carpet was, in comparison to Icarius, a little man. His body was hidden under a layer of robes which held the color of the earth, dirt, blood. Seventy years of it. There was a hood sewn onto the simple garb- thrown back to reveal a face worn with wrinkles and darkened flecks of skin that betrayed the man's status- Elderly. The old man's feet were evenly separated, knees bent ever so slightly. He looked at Icarius with simple brown eyes- and a mouth that had unfurled downwards to a deep frown.

For several seconds the Boy stared into the eyes of the Man. Icarius stepped forward several paces. The torches waited for the echoing clatter of hundreds of pounds slamming down unto the floor with each step. The sound never came.

As Icarius reached a closer proximity to the Elder, the flames about them began to dance and flicker- as if caught in a crosswinds. The very air, stale, dust-filled, took on a horizontal and altogether vertical approach. There was a torrent of power between the two- legitimate, raw power, which almost gave volume to its self like only great storms could. Far down a hallway on the east wing, a mouse watched the two Humans. It could see the air between them move- but the Humans seemed to stay ever so still, as frozen by some powerful Magi or expertly carved like a stone mason's artwork. Still, the air moved- and flecks of blood, now red from the air's exposure, flicked through the air in its fractal like way, creating an endless loop of life-liquid until it began its place along the floor. This was not the first time blood had been spilled in Sun Abbey.

Still holding their stances, the mouse could gather that the Men were in dispute- its eyes, and indeed the eyes of most creatures save an Elf or Drow, were altogether incapable of picking up the phenomenal speed in which the Man and the Boy exchanged blows.

The air whirled between them once more, dust and dirt that had made those few tiles and few stretches of carpet their home forcibly cascaded amongst the winds. A scratch where the skin had been perfect had not been a millisecond ago appeared upon Icarius' face. The smirk from his face disappeared.

"Master, why do you stop me?" Icarius asked. His voice thick, deep- but not yet filled with the substance and tonality that only the experience of the world gave. His chin tilted downwards, catching the features of his Master in the orange and red of the torch's fire. The skin, worn and weary- how it held within it the splendors of Life and all the knowledge that comes with it.

"Because I want you to live." The Old Man whispered. Concern. It was concern that was on his face.

Icarius was too young to know what expressions his own face told- confusion, irritation. His hands threw themselves out once again- below the chest cavity, between the false-ribs, against the collar bone, towards the larynx. He could see and feel each blow deflected so casually it fueled his irritation to a simmering rage. His fingers could not even touch the worn robes of his Master, let alone puncture vital areas which would cause the Human's body to crumple like papyrus in his fist. His Master, nearly eighteen inches shorter and a third his own weight- moved with a grace that could only be recorded by the eyes of someone else like he, to move as a Monk did.

"Was it not you that told me my Fist will surpass that even of Mu-Re-Tu, Son of Talathas- the King of the Kings of men?" Icarius' smirk revealed its self once more, and his muscles began to twitch and whine as he flexed- his hands still neutral, near his sides. Icarius shifted his right foot forward slightly and became annoyed when his Master repeated the movement to the exact timing. "Did you not say that I had become the greatest successor to the Sol Art?"

His Master remained motionless. Pooling in the corner of the Old Man's left eye were salt water. "I said that out of a Father's love. Not a Master's teaching."

Icarius reeled back- mentally and physically, as his right foot stomped backwards. The torches behind him extinguished as if the movement had created some great force of air- strangling the flame with its own necessary food. "You lie."

"I did." The Old Man said, raising his hands to slightly above his chest, half closed- not fist, not palm. "And for that I am sorry. I am sorry for beginning your pathetic obsession."

"What?" Icarius asked. The torches that stood behind his Master began to rise, their flames licking at the stone ceiling above. As his voice left him, he saw a single tear run down his Master's cheek, and disappear into the thick grey beard below.

"Your obsession is pathetic." The Old Man repeated- his words still cool, calm, and collected as he cried his tear. Icarius' eyes, unnatural in the complexity and brightness of their own blue hues, seemed to quiver, mystified by both the words and the emotional reaction of his Master.

"What is this?" Icarius repeated, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows. "Why do you keep the World from me?"

"I keep you from the world," His Master began, eyes dried. "Because it is not ready for you- just as you are not ready for it."

"Riddles!" Icarius retorted, jutting a single finger forward for even the mouse to see.

"The strength we have is Human- but the blood of Talathas, thousands of years removed, still flows- however faintly- within you. Within me. I fear you will leave this place, and in defeat, die- not of your wounds, but of your own sense of shame."

Icarius threw his right arm to the side, as if gesturing to the world outside of the walls around them. "There are none alive who can defeat you, Augustus of Sol- except me. Are you saying I will lose?"

Augustus nodded. "You will lose. You shall come across warriors with the fists of one million men- and in combat, defeated. Defeating every one you meet, does not a God make."

"Ridiculous!" Icarius shouted. "Then I shall make a God- and I shall make him within my own flesh and blood. A descendant of Mu-re-tu, King of Kings- I shall seek the recognition of even the God of Gods!"

The air became ever so still.

"You first must seek mine." Augustus replied. "Let me show you how pitiful an obsession you seek."]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2790 Fri, 18 May 2012 12:46:06 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2790 ]]> ]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2789 Fri, 18 May 2012 06:25:03 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2789

Gregory,

The ritual has been prepared. The truth shall be revealed.

I plan to execute the ritual soon.

Send word if you wish to attend.


Raizen

]]>

Gregory,

The ritual has been prepared. The truth shall be revealed.

I plan to execute the ritual soon.

Send word if you wish to attend.


Raizen

]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2788 Thu, 17 May 2012 18:00:35 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2788
Kinarugi: He is ruining my collection of souls… I refuse to keep him.

Talathas: You cannot simply refuse to do what you do…

Occido: It’s alright I’ll take him.

*5 Minutes Later*

Occido: Is this how you plan to defeat me Kinarugi?! Take this foolish soul back.

Kinarugi: You wanted it.

Occido: I didn’t realize how corrupted this one was.

Gruumsh: Let me kill him, he has upset me and my kind in more than one way.

Talathas: If anyone deserves justice it is I... he has degraded my name... and my knights.

Narindun: There is only one thing that we can do...

Kinarugi: We have never done this before.

Narindun: Yes, but all the gods will agree that this is the best course of action. All in favor?

The gods all shook their heads, not one giving a second thought of the situation. The gods of evil want him for torture, but cannot do so. The gods of god want to redeem but find it impossible. The neutral gods cannot tolerate him. They had to send him back. Only through life lessons and experience, will this one be repaired, for even the gods could not withstand his strange powers.
The light beamed down from the sky… it was time.



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Kinarugi: He is ruining my collection of souls… I refuse to keep him.

Talathas: You cannot simply refuse to do what you do…

Occido: It’s alright I’ll take him.

*5 Minutes Later*

Occido: Is this how you plan to defeat me Kinarugi?! Take this foolish soul back.

Kinarugi: You wanted it.

Occido: I didn’t realize how corrupted this one was.

Gruumsh: Let me kill him, he has upset me and my kind in more than one way.

Talathas: If anyone deserves justice it is I... he has degraded my name... and my knights.

Narindun: There is only one thing that we can do...

Kinarugi: We have never done this before.

Narindun: Yes, but all the gods will agree that this is the best course of action. All in favor?

The gods all shook their heads, not one giving a second thought of the situation. The gods of evil want him for torture, but cannot do so. The gods of god want to redeem but find it impossible. The neutral gods cannot tolerate him. They had to send him back. Only through life lessons and experience, will this one be repaired, for even the gods could not withstand his strange powers.
The light beamed down from the sky… it was time.



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Tell me who you are, what you do. Thanks. I'll start:


Veaddrei Ithor, ex-Everlord, currently wandering and fading.]]>
Tell me who you are, what you do. Thanks. I'll start:


Veaddrei Ithor, ex-Everlord, currently wandering and fading.]]> http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2784 Thu, 17 May 2012 11:11:47 -0700 http://www.teiravon3.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=2784
Prologue
Chapter 1]]>
Prologue
Chapter 1]]>