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Post by Tyr on Sept 16, 2015 21:43:58 GMT -5
A fire burning in the hearth crackles. The mist around the cathedral cloaking a lone sleeping figure.
A man awakes hearing voices of pleas of help and despair from the past. Venturing to the door the man peers outside his sanctuary to hear many voices.
A trickster approaches out of the mists. "Are you ready the world needs us again, have you heard the voices?"
"It has been many years since I have awakened, but I hear them. The voices of the past, my allies calling for my aid and my enemies taunting me." The former sleeping figure replies.
"The time is near. Come we must prepare for the coming battles." The trickster smiled.
******** IMPORTANT NOTICE ********
Hi folks. I know a lot of us are itchy and playing elsewhere temporarily doesn't really fit the bill. I can't do much with Tempus away on business this week except reacquaint myself with the tools and DM functions.
I do have one idea to help spur some activity on our lonely and unloved forums.
-Roleplay Boards- For those who participate in the roleplay boards experience will be given on opening day or upon creation of new character if the reward is unclaimed. (Could a Chim please notify the yahoo group, I am kinda tired of talking to myself on there.) Note: This will not be game altering but its a little head start. Call it a minor quest for fun while we wait. My Receding Mist post is the only one this applies to.
-Arts and Skills- Been a while since we sat around and showed off what we are good at and we may have developed new skills. Show something here and get a reward in gold. Also will not be game altering or excessive.
Hopefully this will help pass the time for everyone.
Roleplay Board Rules: Posts must be more than 3 lines (Measured by a non-full screen webpage roughly 1024x768) and in character. More posts equals higher rewards. Can not respond to own posts!
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Post by Rulin Pendragon on Sept 19, 2015 13:22:29 GMT -5
Ras rolls over thinking he has been dreaming, but for naught. The voices are real, calling for him to take up the wand and staff again, to solve the ever questioning urge picking at the back of his befuddled spirits driven mind....... It's time to head back into the world and prepare to fight!
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Post by Tino the magnificent on Sept 21, 2015 18:13:49 GMT -5
He stirs in his pit...
Gradually his eyes stir as he hears commotion from far above.
When his eyes finally open it becomes clear what he must do....
Pulling himself from his slumber he pulls himself from the muck of his resting place.
His rest is over, time to return to the land of the sun and return despair to the land.
Time to visit death and decay upon those who would seek justice and proclaim themselves good....
The time of KINDRED has come again. The time of the dark to rise once again and pit brother against brother.
But who shall lead? Who shall lead the forces of darkness across the globe as in the days of old???
Only time will tell.. the darkness shall rise!!!
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Post by Pants on Sept 24, 2015 13:09:09 GMT -5
Echos seemed to roll across the land. A land once in turmoil as good battled evil. He too heard the whispers of a once great evil returning.
A cloaked figure wandered the land his elderly hand gracing the dust covered halls of eclipse. "Is this what its come to. The light will once more hold back the vile."
The cloaked figure would take a seat upon the throne of the abandoned hall. "My brethen our time to rise and defend this land is now."
The cloak would be pushed back a guantlet grasping the hilt of his longsword a smirk crossing his face. "Sirnico has returned to Dominia"
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Post by Tarnos on Sept 24, 2015 16:21:01 GMT -5
The wind howls through the cold dawn, atop a lonely mages watch tower stands a lone elf, golden hair falling upon dented and aged blue and white armor, his face however remained untouched by time. He silently watched the sun rise over Stoneridge in the distance, as he had a thousand times before. Something was different this time, the rise brought not only light, but darkness in it's wake.
A small bubbly voice breaks silence.
"Do you feel it Master?" Fiora the pixie, his faithful familiar called to him.
"He calls for us, he has returned!"
He had felt it, a familiar pull on his magical being. How could he not? From a magical life pact made many ages ago, a friend was in need.
The elf swiftly snatches up a staff by his side with a child-like eagerness as he turns to his mantle, a blade glowed with a white light above it on display. A longsword, handed down to the champion and defender of the light. 'Eclipse' is but the single word etched upon the hilt.
The elf's dark green eyes transfixed upon the word.
"The halls of Eclipse stir once more."
Raising a right hand the elf is enveloped by a bright light before vanishing, leaving the words to hang in the air before an empty mantle place.
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Post by Tyr on Sept 25, 2015 16:15:30 GMT -5
The lone figure sat within his chapel writing a letter to his followers.
My brave and loyal soldiers I ask you to seek out the woman of pure heart with the spirit of Eclipse. I shall reward you greatly if she is to appear again. I ask that you find her before the darkness does. You will know her by her kindness to others. Go forth and search these lands for we will need every able body.
The lone figured nods off again as he feels the world is not yet ready for the battles of tomorrow.
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Post by shortsman1 on Sept 28, 2015 7:36:40 GMT -5
After finding the woman of pure heart, The two figures now walk towards the place they once called home in order to fend off evil.
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Post by Kaetral on Sept 28, 2015 9:44:39 GMT -5
A man sits by a hearth. Snapping his fingers in time to a tune he hums. He recites a rhyme, but he breaks the song to wonder aloud to himself "Good or Evil maybe neither, Eclipse or Kindred maybe Chimera, Only when the land is ready will We know."
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Post by Tyr on Sept 29, 2015 20:28:13 GMT -5
The hooded figure looks at his armor and sword. It has been many years but it is bright and shiny and does not show the wear of having sat around for so long. The hooded man throws off his cloak and spreads his wings. Tyr mutters the incantation to don his equipment.
He flies to the top of Eclipse hall and gives a nod to a follower who has found the woman of kindness. "You have completed the task I have given you and thy effort shall not go unrewarded." Tyr says acknowledging the achievement. Seeing the man's companion next to him he speaks again. "Follower Pants thy leadership must be approved by the last. If thy claim is uncontested then and only then will thou be given divine blessing.
Tyr looks upon the direction of Kindred hall and frowns as he sees the smoke from the stoked fires. He glances in the direction of the fickle allies of Chimaera and sees that the fires of Chimaera are alive and well. All is coming into focus and it is only a matter of time before blood spills on the fields of Dominia once again.
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Post by yealls on Sept 29, 2015 22:41:34 GMT -5
As he walked, a fine mist started to encircled him, getting thicker and thicker with each step. What was happening to him? Where did this mist come from? There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and yet there was a mist encircling him. He stopped walking and listened. He started to hear his own heart beating in his ears and thumping in his chest. Getting stronger and louder, filling his chest like the beat of a base drum. The sound was getting louder and louder, filling his ears with the beat of his heart. Suddenly the sounds stopped and the cry of many voices started to fill his ears calling out "Help us!" "Help us!" "Please somebody help us". He knew then that the people of Shandlar needed him again. A long time has pasted since he was in the Chimaera Clan Hall. Now it was time to return and pick up arms once again. It will be a long and dangerous trip to the Clan Hall. He needed to pack his gear and pick up some supplies for the long trip. It felt good that he was needed once again.
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Post by Pants on Sept 30, 2015 20:34:59 GMT -5
Hearing the dieties words upon his ears brought a smile upon his aged face. A grin seemed to creep from one ear the other. The wrinkles upon his face seemed to all but dissapear his silver eyes gazing upon the diety.
"It has been ages since youve graced the eclipse halls. Lest you not forget I passed the leadership of eclipse down to the fair and pure hearted Raven."
He would seem to gaze into nothingness before looking back to the diety.
"But a fight within eclipse is not something the halls need. If she wishes to lead the great clan eclipse then I shall bow to her leadership."
Elbow to the throne arm the man would rest chin cheek on the knuckles of his loosely closed hand.
"Lets see how this hand plays out. Time will tell all."
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Post by SynKat on Oct 1, 2015 5:23:19 GMT -5
A long-winded sigh escapes from the lonely dwarf.
"This land is strange, why can I not remember any of it?" the dwarf says to himself as he gazes over the cliff edge, "I guess I'll figure things out eventually... I best find a town for now though. They might be able to point me in the right direction."
"But where is a town? Oh how I wish I could remember."
The dwarf decides to follow the road leading west. "Maybe I'll find some decent people soon."
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Post by yealls on Oct 1, 2015 23:32:31 GMT -5
The trip was long and arduous. A few battles had to be fought, but he finally reached Stoneridge. He was not yet finished with his journey. His stop in Stoneridge would be but a couple of days. He wanted to get some supply's and look up some friends before continuing to the Clan Hall. Did the others hear the call as he had? Would any of his friends still be around? The ache in his muscles reminded him that he had gotten out of shape over the years and that he was no longer a youth. Truth be told he had gotten lazy in the last few years. He went to the docks to see if any of his friends where there. He had hoped to find a couple of them fishing off the docks. He wandered along the docks and did not find anyone that he knew. As the sun was setting over the water, he decided to go to the Inn to get something to eat and drink, as well as get a room for the night. Just maybe he would find a couple of friends there and talk about old times. After a couple of hours he saw nobody he knew and headed for bed. Tomorrow would be a better day after a good nights sleep. If the voices would stay away.
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Post by yealls on Oct 2, 2015 18:18:10 GMT -5
In the morning a thin mist covered the ground. Again he heard the voices calling "Help Us!", "Help Us!", "Somebody please help us!" He needed to get to the Chimaera Clan Hall to find out what was happening. He heading out of Stoneridge's gates onto the Valdur Road leading to Shandalar. It was mid afternoon when he reached South Shandalar. He knew that some thieves always seemed to loiter in this area, He was lucky in that he only encountered a couple of thieves before reaching the Wooden gates of Shandalar. Would they let him (a stranger) in or would he have to circle the city to reach East Shandalar to make his way to Kings Way. Would any of his friends be in Shandalar? As he approached the gates, they opened a two guards asked what was his business in Shandalar. He told the guards he was looking for some friends who lived here. After looking him up and down a few times the guards decided to let him in. He wandered around the city and checked the usual spots but found no one he knew. He headed for the Inn for a good meal, hoping he still might find his friends at the Inn. Tomorrow he would go the Clan Hall.
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Post by Pants on Oct 3, 2015 11:52:01 GMT -5
Sirnico woke from his slumber the cool morning air seeming to wash over the halls of eclipse. The man would roll out of bed donning his armor. Now seemed the best time as ever to make his way to town. How had shandalar faired? How was Stoneridges hustling and bustling markets. It seems to be ages since hes walked this land. The sound of plated boots gracing the dirt road seemed all but natural to his ears. Would he see a friendly face as he walked the town?
Sirnico eyes fell upon the inn his hand placed upon the door. The man would exhail pushing it open.
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