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WINKWINK Registered: Dec '08	Date Posted: 9/5 2:46pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	OCC by the way, I'll have uncertain enternet access for the next few days, so sorry if I don't respond promptly. -----signature----- "The quickest way to a mans heart really is throught the stomach, no pesky ribcage" [QC] "my word is so legitimate that i can turn untruths into truths" [John] "...you have a crossbow... this scares me"
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 9/6 4:55pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG - Date Edited: 9/6 5:02pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Seremela
	OOC: making up for not posting in a while and trying to establish Skillan’s character a bit more… turned out a bit long…. IC: Skillan Iarnsen ~Woods, with the outlaws~ A group this big, traveling through the woods, in the natural dark of night that had returned… it had made Skillan decidedly nervous once the community Ell led went on its way. No one, no one anywhere near its vicinity could miss the noise, or the light of the torches. And since you couldn’t see what was outside the circle of torchlight when you were inside that circle yourself, or hear the forest with the noise of people and creaking wagons around you, Skillan hadn’t stayed with Ell’s people for long. Instead he had lost himself in the woods and between the trees, his lean body and long legs easily outdistancing the slow going caravan, scouting ahead of them, his eyes, but especially his ears, open for any possible danger. He came back in the morning, his hair not so golden as its wet strands plastered around his face, the rain running in rivulets over his dark brown leather jacket and his buckskin trousers, unable to penetrate the cured and oiled material. He had put his bow back in its casing, equally impervious to the rain, as soon as the first drops had started to fall, keeping the precious wood protected. Now the wind was taking up as well and started whipping his hair around his face. This storm was only going to grow in the next hour. It made him ache for the people around him, who walked on doggedly, carrying what hadn’t fitted in the few wagons they had, many with small children in their arms. They should be in their own homes, underneath dry blankets and with a fire banked in their hearths. He looked around, wondering where Ell was and then he saw her. Her clothes were plastered to her as she talked to the man leading them to who knew where and he had the uneasy feeling she was somehow showing off for him. It was there in how she held herself, and in how she walked away from him. He couldn’t believe it. Why did she do it, why did she act so different with that man than how he had seen her before? He also couldn’t look away, his eyes following her. Crying finally made him turn his head. Two little girls he had seen earlier, valiantly trying to help their tired looking mother, sat in the wagon beside him, clearly miserable in the sodden blankets they awkwardly tried to keep around themselves. Their mother was talking to them in a low, soothing voice where she walked beside the wagon, which only had place for a few. But it was clear the little girls were too cold and miserable to care for what their mother was saying to them. Skillan took the bedroll slung on his back and went to the three. “Hey,” he smiled shyly at the mother and the girls. “Maybe you could use this?” He opened the bedroll and let it unfold. “See, it has a leather bottom,” he showed the mother. “If they keep the leather on top instead of below them, it would keep the rain away.” “Oh, Sir, I couldn’t possibly take this from you.” “It’s Skillan. And it’s only for this trip,” Skillan assured her. He could hardly give a gift away. “I’m not using it for now, so why shouldn’t your girls be warm and dry in it. I’ll come and get it back later.” He practically shoved the bedroll in the mother’s arms and hastily walked away before she could refuse, soon reaching the front of the caravan. Ell was nowhere to be seen. “Hungry?” When he looked toward the voice, he saw a girl of about his own age smile at him, holding out a dried apple and a piece of bread. “Thank you,” he told her as he took her offerings, realizing he was ravenous. He smiled back at her and suddenly the girl was blushing fiercely. She mumbled something and hurried back down the line of people and wagons. A bit baffled he looked after her as he took a bite from the apple. The many different fruits they had in these lower lands was one of the things he had learned to really appreciate. Once the food was gone he went out into the woods again, back to scouting, as the caravan steadily started to climb upwards in the mountains. When he saw the man from the rebellion take them to a cavern, he quickly went back to the group. He hated the trek through the caverns, even if it was dry inside. There was no space, no sky and he could feel the mountains above trying to press in on them. The air tasted different and the sounds were all wrong, louder than was natural. The first time they stepped into a small, lovely valley his relief was overwhelming. But the archer led them inside other caverns, again and again. Skillan didn’t give up following along, although he came close a few times. He simply kept to one wagon and stayed there, his hand tight around the side, trying to keep his attention on nothing but walking. Finally they entered a bigger valley with a camp sprawling out before them. People shouted and came running, forming a line before them, ready for battle. They relaxed a bit when the man who had led them here ran forward, waving his bow, but Skillan didn’t think they were losing their guard completely. He knew he wouldn’t have either in their place, with a big group of strangers entering your camp. A movement made him look back from the archer and he saw Ell, clad now in a cloak, go after the archer, straight to the men waiting for them. Skillan didn’t think about it, he strung his bow and stepped to the forefront of the caravan, ready to give her cover if needed. TAG: everyone around -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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SirakRomar Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 9/15 7:46am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	Igrene Camp of the Rebellion Soldiers. Everywhere soldiers. Like the one she killed. Or those in the Winter Kingdom. Lyle gave her a reassuring nod and Igrene returned with her forced, but improving smile. Then seh looked around what people were doing. She had never seen an army not fighting. Or dying. Curious she walked from man to man, watching their everyday work. Not thinking about how they felt to be observed like that. Her spear on her back, she forgot to stay near the group and wandered through the encampment. This was the Rebellion? It was unfortunate she had found them so early. That left her only the task of killing all Mages before she would have to find something new to do with her life. Tag: All -----signature----- Sorry about my english. I try . . . I really do! Member of "ImperialesZentrum" from the first day to the last! And proud of it! Yoda is sexy!
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DarthXan318 Title: RPF Moderatrix off on holiday! Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 9/16 12:33am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	Apologies for the delay, Chuks. Busy busy ... IC: Alleria Deron In a cave somewhere Alleria's breath caught as Jordan moved behind her and out of her field of vision - but she forced down the fear and nodded. If he meant her any harm, he would hardly pretend to untie her wrists while doing it, and it didn't seem like he would anyway. Aside from kidnapping her, he hadn't harmed her at all. Sure enough, her wrists were soon freed. "Thank you," Alleria whispered, her voice low. She massaged them gratefully as Jordan sat back. Her skin was chafed from the rope (though not as badly as they could have been - should have been, if Alleria had thought to try and break free) and shoulders hurt like blazes from being in that position for so long. She stretched, wincing, and only subsided once she remembered that stretching probably only made her wet shirt cling more. But now her hands were free, and even if her feet were not, she didn't need her feet to use magic. Her options were now rather less limited. Now what? Now ... she would wait for the company of people outside to pass, and then she'd think about it. TAG: Chuks -----signature----- Amateurs are amateurs because they do not love the game enough. One of Hammer's Angels
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darthramza Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 9/17 10:56pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	Orml Chal Rebel Encampment Still quite content with the feeling of the rain on his head and the mud between his toes as he walked, Orml's high spirits nonetheless came crashing back down to the ground when the sight of the rebel camp reminded him of just where it was he was walking to. Yes, he had told himself he had little option but to go with the young officer, that he would've been hunted down by the mages otherwise, but... He felt at the sword he had picked up back on the battlefield. The damnable blade had done something to him, triggered something... almost morbid. Not on the surface, somewhere deep down, almost imperceptible, even to him. But he knew it was there. "Best to destroy this foul implement and get it over with," he grumbled, looking at his father's handiwork. No conventional smith would do - they would invariably reuse the metal and simply forge some new weapon. No, this blade would have to be tossed into a fire of his own make, or perhaps the lava of the Fire Kingdom. It would never, ever be used again. He thought again of its former owner. Had he been one of these rebels? Had this been the cause the man had died for? Killing in opposition to killing? What good did that do? The mages killed because they were afraid. Afraid of a bogeyman, a specter that didn't, and never would, exist. And how did the rebellion respond to this unjustified slaughter? An unjustified slaughter. Politics... he thought, grumbling some more. He wanted nothing to do with any of it. If they couldn't be convinced to stop, and he knew neither side could be, why even waste the effort? Still grumbling, he strolled off to the side of the large group of people, pulled up under a nice, shady tree which provided some rain cover, and decided to stay there for the time being. In the morning, he would leave, and be done with the whole affair. TAG: Forest Group, (Sarge, Chuks) -----signature----- "Six bullets. More than enough to kill anything that moves." - Revolver Ocelot "Blasphemy is a victimless crime" GDG, GMG, CDG, D.E.N.T.A.L. VP Ever Lovin' DM of the Saga of the Nameless Lands Unofficial Caretaker of Jocasta Nu's
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/18 10:56am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	GM NOTE: I once again apologize for the delay. Life has been a bit hectic. Expect an update either later tonight or tomorrow. -----signature----- I'm here for the RPF. Love lifts us up where we belong. Where eagles fly, on the mountain high. http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30223529/p1/?24 ^ My Pride and Joy ^
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Penguinator-176 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 9/18 5:11pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	Leocanto Ravelle The Rebel Camp He'd heard enough. This clearly wasn't a rebellion worth his time, money or attention. "Recommend away." The fleet fingered man stood slowly, wincing dramatically as he did so. Wasn't that bad, really. I can take any of them. He made a great show of dusting off his now-dirty jacket, the act only partly responsible for the sullen look on his face. This is a good coat. Shame to get it dirty. He looked about. "I still think you're missing the point, though. And I'd like my blade back." Not that a lock could stop me... His gaze met that of his accusers. "A matter of honour awaits." Tag: Chuks -----signature----- United States of Eurasia - RECOGNIZED Hoffa GDG
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/23 3:47am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG - Date Edited: 9/23 3:59am (6 edits total) Edited By: Chukles38
	GM NOTE: Once again, my sincerest apologies for the continued delay. Between RL issues and this update requiring more thought and planning than I originally intended, I found that I had to be a few days late. So, hopefully, you will forgive me. The sooner I hear from everyone, the sooner the next update will be, though of course I will move it along in a timely manner regardless. The game is so close to picking up. Just another update or two and the action will really start, so, enjoy. ** “Xavier stood as Leocanto responded with his assumed customary disrespect. He had demanded his blade and mentioned that this was a matter of honor or some sort… I never really pay him much attention at this point, I guess. There is so much to tell, and it’s hard to do each individual justice.” The bard paused, considering this, and then started a moment later, remembering he had a story to tell. “Oh, right. Xavier looked at the rogue for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with him, you see. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice having a note of finality. ‘My friend, since you have thus far shown little to no respect towards the honor of me, my people, or this camp, I care little for yours. However, I have more important matters to attend to at the moment.’ Xavier turned to two large men. ‘Lock him up for now. Guard him. Don’t let him out.’ “Before Leocanto could respond or react, the two men—both quite a bit larger than him, mind you—had him by each arm and the poor man was being dragged through the camp. As he was pulled along, he noticed a large group of people assembled outside the camp, but they soon disappeared behind the tents. The prison of the camp was nothing grand. It was a small cavity in the mountainside, hardly warranting the title of cave, with bars very firmly cemented into the rock. Leocanto was thrown in with little ceremony, and the door was locked.” ** “Xavier stood examining the group as Lyle stepped forward. "Ohi boss. I came back from the forest with some new friends." Xavier studied him carefully before speaking, his arms folded neatly across his chest. “‘So I see.’ He paused for a moment, something he did often. ‘That may have been a mistake.’ Xavier turned to Valen, who, along with Sassana, had followed Xavier out of the command tent. ‘Valen, see that these people are given a place to stay. However, secure the valley. There are only two entrances and exits. I want them well guarded. No one comes, and no one leaves, without my express permission.’ Xavier turned back to Lyle. ‘Corporal, come with me.’ Without another word, Xavier turned and moved back into his command tent, Lyle following closely behind. “The tent was now empty, and Xavier had the young corporal relate what had happened since the battle. Xavier said little, merely nodding or grunting in response. After the archer had finished, Xavier remained quiet for a long while, considering what he has just been told. Finally, he spoke. ‘Corporal, go and help them get settled. When they are, bring me this group that you met in the woods. The leader of that camp as well.’ It became clear that Xavier was not going to say anything more, as he fell back into a contemplative silence.” **** “An hour or so later, Leocanto was still sitting in his cell, the chance to escape not yet presenting itself. However, it seemed that he may not need to worry about escape, for the two guards, after receiving a message from a third man, opened the cell and roughly grabbed him, dragging him once more through the camp. “The scoundrel soon found himself once more in the command tent, and as before he was thrown roughly to the ground. However, this time he was not alone. Lyle, Igrene, Fynn, Skillan, Orml, Ellicia, and Lor were all gathered in the tent as well. Xavier was in his customary spot on his chair, still lost in thought for the moment. “At length, he spoke. ‘I have been informed of what happened last night and this morning, and in all honestly I am impressed with what young Lyle here has told me. I’ll be blunt. The Free Peoples Rebellion could use you.’ Xavier paused briefly. ‘However, I cannot demand you join our cause. We respect the rights of individuals to join or go their own way. I would ask that you let me know now. However, regardless I will ask you to remain here for the next three days. The camp will be moving then, and for security reasons, you will not be allowed to leave.’ Xavier looked briefly at Ellicia. “Your people will be free to make use of this valley in our absence. If we return, it will not be for quite some time.’ Xavier next turned to Leocanto. ‘This offer extends to you, as well, young thief.’ He turned now to the group at large. ‘I will warn you, that should you choose to separate from us, we cannot protect you. Should the Mages find you have been even near us, you will not be safe. I feel I must warn you of that.’ Xavier fell silent awaiting their responses.” TAG: All Minus Xan _______ “Jordan sat back down next to the young Alleria. He looked over at her as she was stretching, his eyes widening as her wet clothing accented… heh… certain parts of her anatomy. The young boy, bless his heart, looked down, embarrassed, a blush once more exploding across his face. “He was saved as Adam moved back into the cave briefly. ‘The group is gone. I’ll watch for a while longer, but the rain is letting up. We should be moving soon.’ Adam moved back out, and Jordan glanced awkwardly at Alleria, not really sure what to do or say.So, instead, he stood and looked down at her. From this vantage point, her wet clothing made things just as awkward for him, and so he let his gaze drop in embarrassment once more.” The bard began laughing to himself again, and the crowd just patiently endured it. “The young man soon realized that her torso was not, in fact, the only part of her where her clothing--still wet, though much drier than before--was clinging, and the boy moved away towards his pack, trying to regain his composure. ‘Um…’ he spoke, uncertainly, ‘I have a blanket in here, should be dry. Let me see…’ He began digging through his pack, his back to the Alleria, who was still sitting by the fire.” TAG: DarthXan318 GM NOTE PART II: So, yes, it is true, I am going to allow you to refuse to join the rebellion if you so choose. Now... keep in mind, it may make it harder for me to get you involved in the story, but if you really would prefer going your own way, then I decided I may as well try to accommodate it. I will advise you stick with them, but the choice is yours. Either way, I will make the game as enjoyable to you as possible. ONE LAST NOTE: You may find this as funny as I did, but it occurred to me that in one of my previous posts dealing with Alleria, I referred to Jordan's companion, Adam, the whole thing as Alex, who is a character in another RP I was playing in at the time. I did this many many many times, and it did not occur to me until right now, writing this update, that I did that. So, feel free to laugh at me. -----signature----- I'm here for the RPF. Love lifts us up where we belong. Where eagles fly, on the mountain high. http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30223529/p1/?24 ^ My Pride and Joy ^
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 9/23 7:19am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	IC: Lyle Zahara Valley, Rebel Camp "That may have been a mistake." The grin upon Lyle's face twitched for a moment at that but it remained on his face nonetheless. Ah, that was just the rebel leader being all moody and cautious. Lyle was used to it and - as long as it wasn't criticism which was something else he was used to getting from Xavier - then he was all well and fine. The rebel leader just didn't happen to see the group that the hunter had stumbled onto killing all those troops that were affiliated with the Mages. That was fine. Xavier would come around sooner or later to this little arrangement. "Corporal, come with me." As ordered, the archer obediently followed the rebel leader, though not without taking a quick look. Having seen them before, Lyle found Valen and Sassana, Xavier's walking shadows, again and it was the latter that Lyle gave another grin and a wink. Then he looked back and repeated the action with Ellicia, adding a thumbs up to go with it, and with another turn of his head he repeated the process yet again and added a wave and nod towards Igrene. Didn't matter what Xavier thought about this; Lyle was really liking this arrangement. Being directed into the command tent, Lyle told Xavier about what happened. About him and his men going into the woods, the earth wall that popped up, how the members of the group - specifically Igrene and that kid as they had been the ones that had displayed their powers upon their victims - and then how one of the group - Elicia - led them to her own camp of outlaws and criminals while Lyle sent the rest of the men ahead with that kid. Course, this also led to Lyle discovering that his men nor the kid had ever made it back to the camp. That caused a frown at that thought, that his call to send them back had might've gotten them caught with the Mages, but he pushed it from his mind. Once the debriefing was done, he had went back out, selected the members of the group that he had stumbled onto, and then brought them back to the tent where Xavier now took over to recruit them into the rebellion. As Xavier started the process, Lyle took a stand next to the rebel leader, his arms crossed over his chest as he patiently waited for the outcome and making sure to give a comforting smile to the others - and yes, Igrene and Elicia tended to be the targets of those - if they happened to glance his way. Right now the archer thought that quite a few of them would be willing to join. Igrene was definitely one that that he figured wanted to if her desire to kill Mages had been any hint, Orml he had a feeling wasn't though for, once again, an obvious attitude that he had displayed when it came to fighting and killing. The others he wasn't too sure - he hadn't spent enough time to get to know them - but Elicia was the one that Lyle was concerned about. After all, she was the one that had the hundreds of men and women with her that could bolster their forces. ...Among other things. TAG: All Within Tent -----signature----- "Oh crap! Who opened The Butcher door!?" -Random Diablo Player, moments before his head meets the cleaver. "I think this is safe." -Famous Last Words "No you."
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DarthXan318 Title: RPF Moderatrix off on holiday! Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 9/23 8:58am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	IC: Alleria Deron In a cave somewhere Jordan turned to rummage through his pack, and in doing so turned his back to Alleria. In a flash, it occurred to her that this would be the perfect moment to break free. A lick of flame - easy enough to conjure now that her hands were free - would take care of the bindings around her ankles, and then - And then she would have to take Jordan out with another burst of fire, and Adam as well once he poked his head in to investigate the noise. For there would be noise; being burned to death was not a painless way to go. Alleria shuddered, remembering the boy strapped on a torture table, Alve circling him like a hawk ready to strike. How he had screamed. In other words, to escape, she would have to kill two men, one of whom who had - aside from kidnapping her - done his best to be nice to her. After that, she would have to ... what? Go back to the mages? She had been trying to run away when she'd been kidnapped. Hide out on her own somewhere in the wilderness? If this was the Fire Kingdom, maybe; she'd be able to live off the land, inhospitable though it was, long enough to find her way back to her clan. The Derons were well-known enough that it could work, and even if it took a while, nomads tended to be kind to lost travellers. But she'd never manage that in the Earth Kingdom. She had never even been outside the Mage Tower until the day before - she had no idea what plants were edible, what game could be found, and only the barest understanding of its geography. Even if there was a map or something in that pack Jordan was digging through, Alleria's control was shaky enough that she might end up setting everything alight in the process of escaping. So ... Alleria tried to think as fast as she could through the faint mugginess in her brain ... she could try to escape and likely end up stranded in the middle of nowhere, or she could stay put and hope Jordan and Adam didn't mean too much harm. Think. Why had they kidnapped her? Because she had come out of the Mage Tower. So they probably didn't like the Mages all that much... and if they disliked the Mages, maybe they were part of the Rebellion. If it existed at all, that is. She had heard rumours about the Rebellion, of course. Traitors, all of them, remnants of those had sided with the hated Vyn'rath however many years ago it had been (Magical History had not been her strong point). Officially, they were all dead and gone along with the dragonborn they had supported, but rumour had it they still existed. If they still existed, they might be sympathetic to runaway mages. The idea that her kidnappers might actually be saving her was an idea Alleria considered with detached irony. It was with that thought in mind that Alleria decided to stay. She drew up her knees to her chest and hugged them there, and remained in that position until Jordan turned back around and draped a warm blanket around her shoulders. Alleria pulled it around her a little tighter, enjoying the feeling of dry cloth against her skin. "Thank you," she whispered again. Awkward silence for a while, as Alleria tried to weigh pumping him for information against telling him why she'd been outside in the first place and maybe scoring some points towards winning him over. She decided on the latter. "I'm not really a Mage, you know," she offered, doing her best to sound miserable, helpless and scared, which was easy considering she did feel rather miserable, helpless and scared. "I mean I was, but I- I was trying to run away when you - when you -" When you kidnapped me, she wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to be that accusatory. Instead, she changed her mind and went with the other tack. "Um, wh - where are we? Where are you taking me?" TAG: Chuks -----signature----- Amateurs are amateurs because they do not love the game enough. One of Hammer's Angels
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/23 9:54am Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG - Date Edited: 9/23 9:56am (2 edits total) Edited By: Chukles38
	"Jordan draped the blanket over her, letting his hand rest on her shoulder for a brief moment. When she thanked him, he uttered a quiet, 'You're welcome.' Noticing his hand was still on her shoulder, he moved away, pretending to do... well, nothing, really. He looked once more at her. Could he....? No, definitely not. She was a mage. She was a captive. But... she was beautiful. "Jordan was saved as Alleria spoke again, her voice quiet and a mixture of fear, fatigue, and sadness. It broke Jordan's heart. 'I'm not really a Mage, you know. I mean I was, but I- I was trying to run away when you - when you -' She broke off, and Jordan wondered what he could say. Once again she came to his rescue by speaking again. 'Um, wh - where are we? Where are you taking me?' "Jordan didn't say anything, but moved back to his pack. He fished around until he found what he was looking for, and then moved over to sit next to her. He noticed his leg was just barely not touching hers, and he felt a slight blush on his face again, but managed to keep his composure otherwise. He looked at her. She was scared, that much was evident. As he spread a piece of paper out on his lap where Alleria could see, and in an attempt to comfort her, he cautiously wrapped his right arm around her shoulders. 'It'll be okay.' He said quietly. 'I won't hurt you. Promise... now, about that second part...' "Jordan drew her attention to the map in his lap. His finger rested on the circle marking Neo Alanvar. 'Now, here is where we... we... picked you up.' His finger traced north to another marked town. 'We moved through the Lawless Forest towards this town here, Venlos.' His finger next circled around the village towards the mountains nearby. 'This is the Barrier, called that because it blocks almost the entire Earth Kingdom off from the Dark Kingdom.' His finger next moved up along the mountain range. 'We followed close to the Barrier, keeping well away from Venlos.' His finger moved west now. 'We took some easier routes through this part here, bringing us away from the Barrier. They aren't a pleasant mountain range to be around, you see.' His finger stopped. 'This is about where you woke up. Luckily, we'd made good time.' His finger moved a little bit further, towards a cluster of mountains at the very northern edge of the Barrier. 'We're about here, and here...' His finger stopped on the a fore mentioned cluster, 'Is where we are going. There is an encampment there in a valley, tucked away in the mountains.' "Now that that was done, Jordan considered himself lucky that she hadn't again asked why they had taken her. In an attempt to keep that from happening, Jordan asked, 'Why were you running from the Mages?' His arm was still around her shoulder, and he briefly considered moving it, but decided to see if it made her uncomfortable first." TAG: DarthXan318 -----signature----- I'm here for the RPF. Love lifts us up where we belong. Where eagles fly, on the mountain high. http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30223529/p1/?24 ^ My Pride and Joy ^
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 9/23 4:23pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG - Date Edited: 9/23 4:32pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Kahn_Iceay
	Approved! Name: A'ltar "Altar" Harond Age: 29 Weight: 190 Height: 5'10" Appearance: Very light blond hair, kept in a thick braided ponytail that extends down to between his shoulder blades. Light blue eyes. Lightly muscular body from regular excerscising & training as a hobby. Pale skin, but not sickly pale. Home Kingdom: Light Kingdom Occupation: Mage Personality: Altar is a very loyal, and stuborn man. He has a mild disposition, often speaking in a very light, soft voice but he also has a temper and isn't above tangents of yelling and flailing his arms about when he's lost it. Affiliation: Free Peoples Rebellion Rank: Corporal, Formerly of the rank "Mage" within the Mages of Alanvar Mage -Primary Element: Light Weapon of Preference: Starfall, Staf of Unity (Draconic name to come later) A magical collaspable staff, unbreakable by normal means capable of channeling magic through it. While it doesn't allow its users spells to become more powerful it helps them concentrate them into more focused forms. Spells can also be channeled into it and released when stuck, it is also capable of storing a spell for a short period of time. Biography: Altar was born within the Light Kingdom, in the city of Illon. When he was around 13 years old he discovered he had the capability within him to manipulate magic. This actually didn't make Altar very happy as he had always wanted to join the military, in a way he saw this as fate stepping in and giving his dreams a rather swift kick in the happy bits. Needless to say before he could even have a chance to join the Military as was his wish, the Mages stepped up, and pulled him in. Altar was never one to fight fate, but he was never one to give up on his dreams either. During his training and time as a Mage's Apprentice he found the time to exercise, to keep his body at the same peek efficiency as his mind, he even took up training with a pole-staff to challenge himself. He read what books he could about military training at first. But in time, he found himself drawn into the mages training more and more. His trips to the Library all but ceased, his time taken up by either his time as an Apprentice, or off somewhere practicing to keep his physical conditioning up. He kept this up, always challenging himself, even after he finally graduated to the rank of Mage. But then everything changed, then came the realization of what was happening to the world outside of his training. He realized the corruption going on, and found his stomach turned. What he had accepted to aspire to become, was no longer in his eyes a bastion of greatness but something darker. So Altar left. Well fled was more like it. He ran, taking everything he could carry with him. His clothes, his staff, books from the library he deemed important, Two on light magic, and one on History. And he kept running, till he realized he had nowhere to run too. He couldn't return to the Light Kingdom, it would do no good. He certainly could not return to the mages, even if they took him back he would simply be a tool for their corruption. So Altar sought out the Rebellion, in hopes that what skills he had as a Mage, could help them win back freedom and justice from those he had once called his Masters. -----signature----- "Might have been the losing side, still not convinced it was the wrong one." - - Not all heroes are pure
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 9/23 7:26pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	"We now shift our gaze away from the security of the valley tucked away in the Barrier, from the cave in the Lawless Forest, from the cares and strife of a war. Of all the wonders and all the lands in our fair Gilanore, the Light Kingdom is the one that you must see. As time moved from past to present, present to future, the Light Kingdom has always retained its splendor. From the daylight, that shines so pure and bright, to the nights, illuminated by the Sparks of Illentir. Ah, they are splendid beyond the expression of words. Their true name, given by the Dragons themselves, is long since lost. It was said that merely hearing it, whispered on the winds, would bring you a sense of beauty and inspiration as never before felt..." The bard sighed and grew silent, a melancholy expression on his face. At length, he continued. "Even a land so bright, however, has its own share of darkness. Deep in the earth of one of the Islands, a mile or so north of Illon, are caverns. Once mines run by the Mages themselves, the Council saw fit to close it down thirty years before, collapsing the shafts in on themselves, miners still within. No one knows why the Mages closed it. No one knew what they mined. No one knew why there was now a lone man, a mage, deep within the mines, a small glowing stone his only source of light. "He moved down the dark tunnels, the air stuffy and stale. He stepped carefully over the rubble that was strewn about, and several times he had to find alternate routes due to collapsed tunnels. At length, he came to two tunnels. Go right, go left, which one? As he decided, he heard a noise, and he stopped, hiding the stone beneath his clothing. He listened intently... and heard it again. And again. Closer, and closer. Footsteps, voices. The echos were horrid. Did they come from the right or the left? The voices, the footsteps, the stale air.... it all pressed in on him as he hurried to make a decision." TAG: Kahn_Iceay -----signature----- I'm here for the RPF. Love lifts us up where we belong. Where eagles fly, on the mountain high. http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/30223529/p1/?24 ^ My Pride and Joy ^
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HanSolo29 Title: Fan Art Manager Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 9/23 8:15pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	IC: Lor Amherst Tent, Rebel Camp Once again, the ragtag group of travelers were gathered together within a tent in the rebel camp, poised in front of their leader as if they were some sort of prize. The truth was, Lor didn't consider anything of what they've done special. They were all simply thrust into the action - being in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were only fighting to survive and now the rebel leader interpreted that struggle for survival as a desire to join this group. Well, he was wrong. The man was seated in his elevated chair, scrutinizing them as he described their need for competent fighting men. It felt more like an interrogation and Lor was instantly suspicious. Of course, he recognized the wishes of some of the others of the campfire group to join the rebellion, but he still couldn't help but think that it was a poor choice. Of course, there were other alternatives to joining the group. Lor had discovered that for himself over the past several years through his travels. All it took was lending a hand where appropriate, slaying the wicked to save a life, protecting the innocent and providing them a safe haven from evil. And all of this could be accomplished without signing one's life away to an official cause with obligations. Lor was still making a difference for the land and that's all that mattered. Repositioning the sword slung across his shoulder blades, Lor politely dipped his head and backed his way out of the center of the group, allowing the shadows licking the corners of the tent to engulf him. "I'm willing to take that risk," he rumbled in a deep baritone, referring to the possibility of the Mages hunting him down, as he raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the leader. "I can help out where I can, but I'm not signing my name to any contract." Without another word, he nodded and turned to step out of the tent. Saber was tied outside and waiting for him. TAG: Chukles, Rebellion folks -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 One of Hammer's Angels Fly casual
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 9/23 8:16pm Subject: A Breaking World: Of Alanvar and the Vyn'rath - Winner: Best New Non-Star Wars RPG
	Altar Harond Old Mines The past two years had been quite something for Altar. First he spent a few months fleeing from the Mages, never pausing to long. He was afraid, which was new, he hadn't felt fear in all his time with the Mages, he'd felt safe, secure. He came to both both love and hate that fear. Love, cause it gave him a sense of excitement, something he'd really lacked in his years in the Mages Tower. The adrenaline that got pumping made him feel invincible like he could take on the world. But it never lasted. It always faded, the adrenaline, not the fear. Without that rush, the insecurity that came along with fear wore on Altar. He wasn't used to not knowing the outcome of the next day, let alone the next hour. Then he'd found the Rebellion and a sense of familiarity slowly began to form. That was a year ago. It was nice to again have some form of certainty about the world, people to rely in, not being on your own. But again, that was a year go. Things were different right now. And once again, Altar felt fear. He knew the mission was important, he knew he had to do it, but dammit all he was wandering through a series of tunnels probably full of dead men and he was alone. At first it wasn't so bad, once you got used to the stuffy air and not being able to see far. But then you started to hear things, rocks moving, foot steps. Its all part of your imagination he'd tell himself. Then he came to the divide in the tunnel. And again came the foot steps, but more then that Voices. Ok that is not my imagination he thought to himself as he gripped his staff tightly. Left, right, left right, which way! Closing his eyes for a moment Altar took a deep breath, and with out thinking, moved, as quickly and quietly as possible, down the right path. In all hopes he wasn't going to run face first into a something or someones unpleasant. Tag: Chuks OOC: Turns to page 31... -----signature----- "Might have been the losing side, still not convinced it was the wrong one." - - Not all heroes are pure
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