The tainted man rides the lightning in the mountains of mist.
Unsworn Lord, inverted steel, takes shelter amongst those that thought to fight fire with fire
north and north, trapped under ice, airach proflean awakens at Callandor's sign
south and south, the hunters must go, held and escape agit'dredan, they bring back a fate.
creeping death upon the pattern, it descends upon the mirk. one young soul, a thread to be snipped, sacrifice the one for all
mental anguish, soul destruction, everything fades to black, absolution is only sought within tel'aran'rhiod
oasis upon the plains, caught between the white and the shine; the water tastes of iron and flows red, the Dragon's answer for whom the bell tolls
Messenger of fear in sight, dark deception kills the Light. Out from ruins once possessed, fallen city, living death. Lurking beneath the sea, great old one, answers the call of his name
The woman hunkers down and crouch-walks behind Ceirn and Lazar. On the downside, she doesn't seem to be very good at blending into the landscape. On the up side, maybe that means whoever is out there will miss the others while they are watching her approach?
"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM
Lazar Tehran wrote:
Cant move my Avatar. I will follow Ceirn
try it now.
male channeler perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
doing this from phone, so the posts'll be short
ceirn:
you see large amounts of Air and Water being channeled, interwoven in the air above and "this side" (the mans side) of the gap. Whatever hes channeling, when its released,itll be big![/ooc]
[Spoiler=ceirn and lazar] you both hug the rock face, and manage to sneak into the tall grasses that the lady described that border the soithern side of the open area. You easily spot the source of the troubles. Halfnaked, a man stands atop of an odd, melted structure, as if someone made a tall tiered cake and then burnt the sides down. He holds his hands before him and sort of waves them around. [/ooc]
[Spoiler=navarre and jocasta. ]
The count drones on...
"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM
ceirn and lazar:
you both hug the rock face, and manage to sneak into the tall grasses that the lady described that border the soithern side of the open area. You easily spot the source of the troubles. Halfnaked, a man stands atop of an odd, melted structure, as if someone made a tall tiered cake and then burnt the sides down. He holds his hands before him and sort of waves them around.
"I will always strive to write better" , 25 years gaming, 20 yrs DM
[Ooc]im gonna call this gane, guys. Im sitting here, looking at tthe campaign ive written up,and just not feeling it. Truth be told, ive been feeling this way for a little bit, but i kept hoping that id get that spark of imagination, that thrill of the game for this current game, and i keep getting diddly squat. This sucks, because i rather enjoy gaming with Navarre, ceirn and lazar. And while i havent had any experience with jocasta, i recognize the potential of said player.
I really am sorry to all of you for this. Youre a great group.
[Ooc]I really am sorry to all of you for this. Youre a great group.
A great group! I knew it, I've been saying to myself, Hey, Were a great group! You're not so bad yourself :)
I get it Rizz, things ebb and flow, thanks for making the hard call instead of trying to drag it on. We know when the juices get flowing again you'll write something for an awesome WOT game and I for one am looking forwards to it.