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The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 12:54 AM

I want to trigger a really good story, but I've never done this before, so humor me. I have never had so much fun on the Net until I found this cool site! Thank you, RPG Consortium!

Dothek wandered the seemingly endless caverns of the Underdark, not knowing where her next turn would take her. She yearned for the upper world, that forbidden place where life originated. She could abide no more in the caverns, that was for sure. The other beholders had rejected her for having jointed eyestalks. That was enough to ignite her yearning for power and blind her central eye so she could cast spells through her ten smaller eyes. For this blasphemy, the rejection of her identity as a beholder, the destruction of the very trait that made her what she was, the others plotted to have her killed. There were too many of them. They killed her precious monsters and enslaved her poor kobolds. Dothek fled rather than face fifty vindictive beholders craving her execution.
The beholder had established another lair which she thought was secure, but again her sisters chased her away. She must find the surface world where she could find the peace to continue her magical studies. Dothek had no trust for anyone, but she did have a soft spot for the afflicted. Mercy. It was the other reason they hated her. She had freed some drow slaves who were being neglected by thier owner, another beholder named Rathmore. Dothek purchased the slaves and released them. It was a foolish thing to do, but Dothek thought it best that the drow be with others of their kind.
Dothek floated up to the top of a gallery partially filled with hard water and through a narrow vertical passage. When she emerged, she was in a small antechamber of a majestic cavern filled with hundreds of stalactites, columns, and other formations. Dothek levitated around the room, marvelling at its organic structures and finding other antechambers. There was no light in the cave, but she could sense her surroundings by viewing the heat patterns radiating from the stone. From what she could see with her darkvision, she knew was breathtaking.
She heard a group of people walking down the passage to her right. Dothek ducked back into the antechamber, behind the stalactites, and hid until she could assess who was approaching. It was a party of drow elves...

[Edited by The_Mad_Aurak on Friday, September 6, 2002 1:02 AM]

Sir_Garion
09/06/2002 6:08 AM

OOC: not a bad story mate, but try to stick to dragonlance creatures, it looks like you are using forgotten realms to me"There is only Ten of them and 2 of us, It hardly seems fair, shall i kill myself"

Sir Mandorallan, Duke of Vo Mandor

icedragon
09/06/2002 2:42 PM

I think you'll do great here. I would join in this thread if you would like but I wasn't sure of the creatures you used either. So I would be a bit lost! ;) Good job though."Oh I bit you, I'm terribly sorry. Your hand must have gotten in the way of my teeth."

~Tasselhoff Burrfoot ~

UndeadDragon
09/06/2002 6:20 PM

OOC: Yup, its Forgotten Realms, alright. (Baldur's Gate, etc.) There is a Forgotten Realms forum on this site, I believe. Have ya read any of the dragonlance books? They would help to get you accustomed to this forum. You have an AWESOME vocabulary! MUCH better than mine. =) You would do great on the Forgotten Realms forums, since on Dragonlance, there are no beholders, kobolds, or even drow. Well there is drow, but not what you are thinking. =)

Hehehe. Im thinking you have played Baldur's Gate 2 from the way you described all this and the Underdark. Sweet game. I havent read any of the Forgotten Realms books, yet, though. I am pretty new at this, and for you first topic, you did WAY better than me! I am still in awe at the use of words. You certainly have a way with them. A true author. Wow....The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 6:41 PM

A true author? Excellent! Lon Kiriath the Mad Aurak is VERY pleased! Maybe I really SHOULD consider a career as a writer. Thank you!

The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 6:43 PM

People have been telling me this is Forgotten Realms, not Dragonlance. I'm getting to the DL stuff, just be patient...

[Edited by The_Mad_Aurak on Friday, September 6, 2002 7:15 PM]

UndeadDragon
09/06/2002 6:46 PM

OOC: *grin*

Hehehe. I just checked out the Forgotten Realms RPG forum, and, well, no one uses it! It was quite disappointing.... I was looking forward to doing something I know well.... Oh well!

Okay, I am wondering, what IS a Mad Aurak??The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 7:07 PM

Glad you asked. You know what an Aurak Draconian is? Well, I created this epic evoker/ranger Aurak Draconian character named Lon Kiriath who was raised by a silver dragon mage named Greyscale. Greyscale never trusted Takhisis and he knew that, though she bound the Good dragons by oath, she would renege on her side of the bargain. Greyscale remained on Krynn and spied on the Dragonarmy in Sanction through an intermediary, a half-elven red-robed wizard named Robin Snipes. Robin, with the help of Trevor the thief, stole draconian eggs and hatchlings, both male and female, and sent them to Greyscale. Lon Kiriath (draconic for "Precious Joy") was the first draconian brought to Greyscale. Greyscale sniffed Lon Kiriath with his forked tongue and said "You smell like my friend Gilterald. I will name you Precious Joy, for it will bring him much happiness when he sees you."
Well, I go on for pages about Lon Kiriath, for I have four point-form novellas about the reptile-man. Yes, Lon is quite mad. He suffers from a Bipolar II disorder because he witnessed Robin's death at the hands of the vicious psychopathic Major Blanchard and the death of his foster father Greyscale by the evil Highlord Anthracnus, a red dragon epic fighter/wizard who was the brother of Malystryx. Lon Kiriath kills them both in the first story. I don't like to make serial villains. I give my readers the pleasure of seeing villians get killed off!
Lon Kiriath is Chaotic Good. He can be quite a cheerful fellow, a dashing and daring swordsman who laughs at danger, or a morose figure who laments the tragedy in my stories, or a romantic character who attracts the women. He has a Kender sidekick named Havan Karsimon, a female aurak draconian named Jacinth as his wife, and six children with elven names (brothers Heruain, Draugelen, and Valron, and sisters Laurana, Arfaroth, and Silalqua). He is the governor of Remote Island in Southern Ergoth, whose immense castle he took from Anthracnus after he killed the red dragon with his dragon-slaying sword Heartwringer. He used to have a mandolin, a gift from Robin Snipes, but some hobgoblins smashed it over his head because they didn't like his passionate elven lyrics, so he pounded them and the Knights of Takhisis who sent the hobs.
I like playing in character sometimes when I'm in RPGConsortium, so you'll get little snippets of infor about Lon here and there.

The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 7:14 PM

Oh, I forgot to mention. I did read the first three books (Dragons of Spring Dawning, etc), The LEgend of Huma, Kas the Minotaur, Doom Brigade, Draconian Measures, and I'm just getting into the 5th Age books. I like Dragonlance, except the bad guys just don't want to die. This bugs me. It is only fair that villains get their just reward. That is why I never liked the Drzzt books. Artemis Entreri is SUCH an ***hole. Each time a read a Dark Elf book, they tease me with Entreri and he NEVER DIES! ARGH!

[Edited by The_Mad_Aurak on Friday, September 6, 2002 7:23 PM]

The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 7:16 PM

Would you like to see the first Lon Kiriath story? Its really good!

The_Mad_Aurak
09/06/2002 8:03 PM

"Oh, I forgot to mention. I did read the first three books (Dragons of Spring Dawning, etc), The LEgend of Huma, Kas the Minotaur, Doom Brigade, Draconian Measures"

Brainstorm! What if Kaz the minotaur and Kas the Destroyer met each other?

Maugetar
09/07/2002 3:34 AM

I like the background for your Aurak, the reason why a normaly evil creature is good was well worked and not as forced as these things often are. If you do use Lon on the forums, he my have to bump into a certain renegade Sivak of my creating...."Ah, they have a cave troll....."

The_Mad_Aurak
09/07/2002 7:18 AM

Lon would like to meet this Sivak. It sounds like they'll kick some butt together. I wasn't going to talk about Lon on the Net originally, but since I might never get the story published, I figured this might be the way to get him recognized. Kiriath wants to kill Gellidus. Can I do that, Mrs. Rabe? Thank you, thank you very much.

Alanded
09/07/2002 7:39 AM

OOC: Aurak, if you want to join a thread, you are generally expected to create a character of your own, not borrow others, unless they've asked you to take over for them, or unless its one of the DM created chars that he introduced in the opening intro, and he's waiting for others to cut in, kinda like this..


She heard a group of people walking down the passage to her right. Dothek ducked back into the antechamber, behind the stalactites, and hid until she could assess who was approaching. It was a party of drow elves...


"Oh, hell. This has got to be the most stupid mission I've ever been on. If matron Baen're wants Drizzt so bad, why doesn't she come down here and search for him? It's a bloody suicide mission." Nameless drow#1 said.

"Shut up!" Nameless drow#2 (and also the drow hunting party leader) said.

"Yeah, you want those damned Lloth priesstesses to use those cursed snake-headed whips on us?" Agreed Nameless drow#3, (who was surprisingly rounded for a drow).

"I'm telling you, we're damned if we do and damned if we don't! Drizzt'll slice us up faster than an eyeblink." Interjected Nameless drow#4.

"Well, at least it'll be a quick death." Nameless drow#5 said.

"Maybe we could just turn our allegiance to Mask instead and work with Jarl'axle." Nameless drow#6 sugested.

"Shh... I hear something." Nameless drow#2 (and also the drow hunting party leader) said. Instantly, they drew their weapons, deadly magical blades sliding out of oiled leather scabbards with hardly a sound.

Then something burst from the darkness, a nightmare of slashing limbs and snapping fang-filled jaws. Nameless drow elf#5 stepped back moments before he would have been eviscerated. The thing roared in frustrated anger and charged forward again, its cry echoing loudly off the walls, hanging in the air like a restless spirit, like a challenge...

And Nameless drow#5 counterattacked.

His paired longswords trace an intricate pattern of silvered steel, a whirling barrier of lightning fast strikes that meet the creature's slashing appendages in showers of sparks and the dull clacking sound of steel on chitin. Even as it seems that their momentum would carry them into each other, delivering the drow warrior into the creature's wide open jaws and the rows of daggerlike fangs within, he leaps up and forwards, performing a somersault in mid air to land onto its back, momentum still carrying him forward-

-into a tuck and roll that brings him off the hard shell of its carapace, and behind it.

He pivots on the ball of his left foot, spinning around even as the creature was only beginning to realize what had happened. His piwafwi billows out behind him like a sail cut from darkest night, exposes the chainmail cuirass he wears undereath, glittering with fell magic.

His blades sweep across the distance betwen them, into the vulnerable joints in its armour, in, out and across, expert cuts delivered with lethal precision. When they are done pieces of chitin litter the floor. The creature itself totters slightly and then falls, a final stabbing thrust from the drow into its now unprotected heart stilling it...

...And the final echoes of the creature's cry fade away, replaced by a deathly stillness.

Nameless drow#5 collapses to the ground from the poisoned bolt he has taken in the back during the fight, its tiny tip having struck with enough force to pierce his armour and draw blood.

"Really, did you expect me to actually risk my life on a suicidal mission like bringing in that traitor?" Nameless drow#2 (and also the drow hunting party leader) said mockingly at the contorted form of Nameless drow#5. He begin to kick the other in the ribs. "You fool, I just wanted to have you where I could kill you with a minimum of trouble!" he spat on the fallen drow's body, then turned around to face the others.

"Let's go!" he said. They leave quickly, hastening back to Menzoberranzan now that their task was done.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

[Edited by Alanded on Saturday, September 7, 2002 8:03 AM]

The_Mad_Aurak
09/07/2002 10:49 AM

Geez, Alanded, I'm new here. Give me a break, OK? I won't do it again!

[Edited by The_Mad_Aurak on Saturday, September 7, 2002 11:04 AM]

UndeadDragon
09/07/2002 12:44 PM

OOC: I am lost in all these words...

Cool Character, Mad Aurak! BWAHAHAHA!The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

The_Mad_Aurak
09/07/2002 12:47 PM


Cool Character, Mad Aurak! BWAHAHAHA!


What do you mean? Are you laughing at me?

UndeadDragon
09/07/2002 12:50 PM

OOC: Nope, I am not laughing...

IM JUST CRAZY! BWAHAHAHAHA! (Had too much caffiene today)

Um, Aurak, you scare me! I just did that post and and and you just replyed to me and and you just recently started and and youhave 75 posts and and im scared. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*cough*The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

The_Mad_Aurak
09/07/2002 12:56 PM

Well, I'll tell you my secret. I'm locked inside my room all day and I stay up until 4:00 writing to you guys. That's what an early academic education does to someone.

Since SOMEBODY took revenge upon me and killed my beholder, I declare this forum DEAD. If anybody wants to do a game with me, I'm in the next forum "Let's Start A New Game."

Flandrake
09/07/2002 8:10 PM


there are no beholders, kobolds, or even drow. Well there is drow, but not what you are thinking. =)


Your right there but, yes there are kobolds. But the only book I've read with them as a main part is in "Tales of Uncle Trapspringer".

And also good job Alanded now that a creative way to bash on n00b's. "Do, or do not, there is no try' -Yoda "Empire Strikes Back"

Alanded
09/07/2002 8:58 PM

OOC:


Since SOMEBODY took revenge upon me and killed my beholder, I declare this forum DEAD. If anybody wants to do a game with me, I'm in the next forum "Let's Start A New Game."


Uhhh... actually Aurak, I didn't KILL your beholder, I killed a Pit Spider (It's from another RPG actually, but since this is the Underdark, famous for deadly denizens, it shoul not be a problem fiting it in). A beholder does NOT have a chitinous carapace, and it sure as hell would not be dumb enough to engage in a physical fight with drow. It would use MAGIC. And as for the revenge bit, I was joining your thread! My character is (currently) Nameless drow#5 who has been poisoned and could REALLY use some MAGICAL help right now.

Flandrake, what Aurak did was bad, sure, but it's not my style to give them hell for their first mistake, no matter how seriously screwed up it was. That'd be more like something Eliar would do. :D

Anyway's Aurak, just don't screw up that way again, or I REALLY will come after you.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

Alanded
09/10/2002 9:34 PM

Suddenly there is a bright flash of light, and when it fades away a gnome is standing in the cavern beside the poisoned drow warrior.

"Howfascinating!I'veneverseenelvescomeinthatcolourschemebefore! Oh, you'rehurt!" Acetylbenzene took out a large jar of greenish goop from his leather knapsack. "This looks like a job for my friend Parvatis' Floober!!!"

He carefully plucks out the dart, lifts the drow's chainmail shirt, and then smears copious amounts of the green gunk on the wound. "Ah,you'llsoonbeupandaroundinnotime!"

OOC: Anyone else who has a Forgotten Realm's character that they wanted to port over to DL, now would be a good time to join in on the ride! Otherwise, this is going to be one VERY short RPG.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

Alanded
09/11/2002 8:13 PM

Someone was poking him. Hard. In the ribs.

When the drow warrior opened his eyes, he found himself confronted by the strangest sight he'd ever seen. A short creature, vaguely resembling a mutated svirfneblin, was poking him in the ribs with a twig. It was dressed in leather leggings and jerkin, with a leather knapsack slung over its shoulder. The entire ensemble had been dyed a brilliant red.

'Ah,you'reawake. Iwaswonderingwhenthepoisonwouldwearoff." Acetylbenzene said. The funny looking elf simply stared at him without comprehension, so the gnome tried speaking to him in Qualinesti instead, with not much better luck. Shrugging, he pulled out his cousin Argentum's universal translator.

"Canyouunderstandmenow?"


OOC: Well, looks like I'm on my own for this one. *Shrugs* Guess I'll take my time finishing it then. I've always wanted to do a tale of treachery, intrigue and revenge set in the Underdark. Hopefully having a DL character in this adventure will be enough to appease the mods. If not, there's always www.fanfiction.net. No matter what, this adventure is going to get finished.ow if I can only find the Character Revolt thread...I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

Alanded
09/13/2002 5:28 AM

The drow warrior looked suspiciously at the strange creature, wondering if he should kill it or let it live. So far he hadn't understood a word the creature had said. He watched warily as it took out a strange looking device from its pack.

"Canyouunderstandmenow?" It said, speaking through the device.

The drow blinked.

Now that's something new.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

Alanded
09/14/2002 3:35 AM

Seeing that the strange elf could understand him, Acetylbenzene decided to introduce himself.

"I'mAcetylbenzene," the gnome said, using the short version of his name. "What'syourname?"I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/14/2002 5:23 PM

A dwarf, from the northern part of the Underdark was creeping his way along the shadows, trying to not be noticed, even though there was apparently nothing there to see him. He was always extra careful. He came up to a group of drow who were on the ground, seemingly dead. A gnome, however, was talking to one of them. The dwarf stared in wonder at the creature. He had never seen one in real life. He read about every creature that is known. The dwarf was very intelligent.

He stepped out to where he was visible. He was dressed in a plain blue robe, with a book hanging on his waist. His stub of hair on his chin was a little difficult to see, since he was probably the only dwarf to shave. He squinted at the gnome and the drow and slowly made his way to them.The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/16/2002 4:46 AM

OOC:

Hey Undead! Good 'ta see ya! I thought I was gonna be playing this solo, but you're always welcome!

BTW, uhm when you're talking of Underdark dwarves are you saying you're a Svirfneblin? They're not really dwarves but they like mining too, and are as far as I know, the only dwark like creatures to live in the Underdark. I need to know cause drow hate Svirfneblin (don't worry, I'll think of a way so that I won't have to kill ya and we can adventure together.

This is gonna be a short quest though, unless something unexpected happens. Basically the drow wants to get revenge for those that backstabbed him. The rest of the drow were still supposed to be alive until you wrote that they were dead, but that's all right, no need to change your post.

I've taken that into consideration and changed the story a bit. Now, those dead drow were simply pawns in a larger game and the quest ends when we find and get rid of the person behind the killing, OK? Any questions?

BIC:


He stepped out to where he was visible. He was dressed in a plain blue robe, with a book hanging on his waist. His stub of hair on his chin was a little difficult to see, since he was probably the only dwarf to shave. He squinted at the gnome and the drow and slowly made his way to them.


The drow turned his attention from the strange creature in front of him as he heard someone moving elsewhere in the cavern. He turned to see another short figure dressed in a plain blue robe making his way towards them, and he lifted his swords warily, waiting to see whether it was friend or foe.

***

The hook horrors that had taken the rest of the drow scouting party by surprise and slaughtered them after they had abandoned their betrayed comrade to his death had hidden themselves when Acetylbenze had arrived in a flash of light. Now, the sight of the blue robed figure that was making it's way towards the gnome and the drow was too much for them to resist, and they charged out from their shadowy hiding place, intent on tearing the remaining survivors to shreds...I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

Alanded
09/18/2002 7:53 AM

OOC:

Are you still in on this one Undead?I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/20/2002 6:19 AM


BTW, uhm when you're talking of Underdark dwarves are you saying you're a Svirfneblin? They're not really dwarves but they like mining too, and are as far as I know, the only dwark like creatures to live in the Underdark. I need to know cause drow hate Svirfneblin (don't worry, I'll think of a way so that I won't have to kill ya and we can adventure together.


OOC: Okay, yeah its been awhile since I have played BG2. Excuse me if i get a little wrong =) It all sounds like a plan hehe.

BIC:The dwarf stared at the hooked horrors coming after him. He quickly said a few words and a group of summoned gnolls appeared behind him. The dwarf motioned for them to attack. He then said some more words and 5 shining spheres flew from his hands and cut throught one of the horrors, causing it to fall lifelessly to the ground.

As the horrors came closer, being hardly harmed by the gnolls, the dwarf cast another spell and a transparent globe surrounded him. Then a dart dripping with acid shot at one of the horrors and it groaned as the poison slipped through its body. The dwarf slumped to the ground, barely able to continue. He shouted to the drow and gnome in common, "Help!"
The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/20/2002 11:38 PM


The dwarf slumped to the ground, barely able to continue. He shouted to the drow and gnome in common, "Help!"


The drow was already moving when the dwarf shouted for help. There was nothing he liked better than a good fight. He whirled through their ranks in a dance of death, twin longswords a flashing silvery blur, leaving hacked limbs and dismembered bodies in his wake. But there were a lot of them, and though he was arguably the finest swordsman in House De Salazzar, even he was having trouble coping.

That was when the strange creature that had saved him joined in. There was a thundering boom that echoed in the vast cavern, and several of the hook horrors exploded in a shower of blood and gore, spattering everything nearby with bits of its internal organs. Taking advantage of their shock, the drow charged them with renewed fury, killing four of them. The rest scattered and fled, mandibles clacking furiously in fear.

The drow turned around to see his saviour holding a stick like contraption in his hands. Smoke was pouring from a hole in its funnel shaped end. Even as he watchd, the creature took an odd looking flask from his belt and poured a stream of dark powder into the hole, and then took some odd looking spheres from a pouch and dropped them in as well. There was a loud *click* when he pressed something on the stick, and looking satisfied, the strange creature put its odd weapon away, and walked over to the dwarf.

"Oh,hellohowareyou? Doyouneedmedicalassistance? Whatwereyoudoinghere?"


OOC: Undead, there as, as far as I know, no gnomes in FR, your dwarf would probably refer to gnomes as "halflings" instead, only they are not just inventors but renowned thieves as well sort of like kende, so he might be a little hostile.
I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/21/2002 8:40 AM

OOC: As a matter of fact, there ARE gnomes in FR, I think.... There are gnomes in BG and BG2 and POR and NWN.... Those are all FR games, right?

BIC:The dwarf looked at the creature who addressed him. The creature looked somewhat familiar, but he couldnt quite put his finger on it.

"I am called Dandruf, ye can call me Druf, if ye like. I came from the northern region of this place, a town of Svirfneblin. I am alright, I just need to rest a little. Cast me spells a little too fast. Me business is none of ye's concern. Now tell me of yeself? What and who are ye?"The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/21/2002 10:02 PM


Me business is none of ye's concern. Now tell me of yeself? What and who are ye?"


Acetylbenzene sketched a bow. "I'mAcetylbenzene, Inventor, atyourservice."

Svirfneblin, where's that? Drat, where did that confounded teleport device take me now? he thought iritatedly to himself.

Just then the strange elf walked up. "Greetings." he said to them both. Turning to Acetylbenzene, he said "I undersatnd you saved my life, and you-" he turned to the dwarf, have shown yourself to be quite capable in a tight situation. I was wondering if you would both consider helping me out? You will of course, be suitably recompensed for your time and trouble." He waited patiently for their reply.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/22/2002 8:30 AM

Druf looked at the elf. He became very suspicious for the fact that a DROW is asking for help from a Svirfneblin.

" I would like to know what I would be helping ye with before I consider.", said Druf suspiciously.

Although recompensation does sound tempting, he thought.The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/22/2002 11:01 PM


" I would like to know what I would be helping ye with before I consider.", said Druf suspiciously.


"Fair enough. I am Jorael De Salazar, third son of Matron De Salazar of the 56th house of Menzoberanzzan. My elder brother Kalel has obviously perceived me as a threat to his position as Master-At-Arms for House De Salazar and arranged me to be removed. Fortunately, his attempt failed, and now I seek his death in vengeance. Should you aid me in killing him, I will replace him as Master-At-Arms according to custom, and will be suitably grateful to you both. As grateful as, say, 1000 gold pieces for each of you?"

OOC: Undead, is it OK with you if this turns out to be a VERY SHORT adventure?? I'm thinking that if you agree to help we'll cut straight to the part where we break into the De Salazar fortress. Swifty will be playing the villain.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/23/2002 1:12 PM


OOC: Undead, is it OK with you if this turns out to be a VERY SHORT adventure?? I'm thinking that if you agree to help we'll cut straight to the part where we break into the De Salazar fortress. Swifty will be playing the villain.


OOC: Sounds good :D Woot Swifty!! :D :D

BIC: Druf scratched his stub of a beard for 2 milliseconds and then pointed at Jorael, "Ye got a deal! 1000 gold does sound good! Me first adventure since a long time! Well, lets get ready, aye?"

With that, he cast a spell and a few bags fell to the ground. "Me stuff.", Druf grumbled at the wierd looks he got from the two. He hitched em on his shoulder.

"Ye all ready?", he asked them.The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/24/2002 1:06 AM


"Ye all ready?", he asked them.


Acetylbenzene considered the strange elf's offer and decided it was a good offer. "I'mintoo!" He said.

The drow was glad to hear that he wouldn't have to do this all by himself and pulled out a magical scroll. Upon reading it, a magical portal sprang into existence.

"This portal will take us straight into the De Salazar mansion, and give us the element of surprise. We'll have to hurry because my brother will soon become suspicious when his assassins do not report to him. Follow me!"

"Waitasecond." Acetylbenzene said as he pulled out a keyboard from his backpack and typed out IDDQD and IDKFA*. Then he shoved it back into his backpack and whips out a Plasma Rifle.

"I'mready.' He said. And then followed the strange elf through the portal.


Note: *IDDQD and IDKFA are the godmode and all weapon cheats for thye original DOOM :D (Can't wait to play DOOM III)

OOC: As you can probably tell, I've disabled most of the rules for an RP thread, including the No God Moding rule. Just have fun!!!! Let's do this Matrix style!! Wahoo!!!

BIC:

Acetylbenzene exited the portal to find himself in a lavishly appointed hall with tapestries hanging everywhere and lots of really nice furniture. And there were lots of guards there too. He caught sight of the strange elf fighting furiously against a swarm of elves that looked as strange as he did, and wondered briefly if they were all suffering from horrible sun burns (in case you don't know, Drow have black skin). Shrugging he turned his attention to another horde of guards that were charging towards him through the massive doorway at one end of the hall.

Acetylbenzene flips a switch on the control panel at his belt, and "Shock the Monkey" by Peter Gabriel starts booming from hidden loudspeakers as the gnome depresses the trigger of the Plasma Rifle and fiery blue death streams out from th muzzle, clearing space for the dwarf to enter through the portal.

I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

eswiftfire
09/24/2002 6:00 AM

Kalel was meditating in his training room.

"Zzzzzzzzz...."

Well, it LOOKED like he was meditating, but he had actually fallen asleep. Minion 1 burst into the room, shouting:

"My Lord! Ve are under ah-tark!"

Kalel shot up to his feet. "What? Who? Where? How?"

"It is your brudder! Ahn he brought new friends! Dis is terrible! " Minion 1 said, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Oh shit!" Kalel spat. "Give me my two scimitars! I'm going to kick his ass!"

"Dat is not possible! All of our men haf died! Our wizards, our fighters! All! One of dem carry strange weapons!" Minion 1 looked delirious.

"Fine! Fine! Give me two battle axes then!"

A voice spoke up suddenly. "You primitive weapons can't battle your brother and his newfound friends, dark elf. You need something with enough firepower!"

"Who are you! How did you get in?" Kalel didn't ask. "Riiiiight~! I'll cast fire spells on him, then." He said instead.

A shady looking man in black walked out from the shadows, carrying a briefcase with him.

"Vat are you doing? Und how did you get in?" Minion 1 asked.

"Just a friend. Heh heh heh." Shady-looking Man said mysteriously, he opened his briefcase.

Kalel stared. "What are those?????"

"Just some guns, grenades and a black leather trench coat."




Eliar spat in rage and clapped his hands twice, ten male dwarves in pink dresses pop out from the floorboards and dance a graceful ballet.

"In your dreams man,
Swim very well I can,
Zap you with my lightning,
Until you start crying."

-Eliar Swiftfire in the 'The Future Fellowship'

UndeadDragon
09/24/2002 12:20 PM

Inside the mansion, while Acetylbenzene was shooting dudes with his gun, Druf had calmly put on a pair of black shades. He outstretched his arms and cracked his knuckles, then his neck. Then he got out his own keyboard and typed some random code. Then he put it where it was, which no one knows and then he dropped his spellbooks and components. "Heh, no need for dem things."

All of a sudden, Druf's hair turned lighter colors, even the hair on his chin. From black to brown to light brown to dirty blonde to blonde then finally to a very bright blonde. His hair was glowing. He then flexed and his muscles bulged out larger than normal. He then flicked off his shades and everyone could see his pupils were gone and his eyes were pure white. He grinned.

Druf then put his arms together and cupped his hands. He pointed his hands forward and then slowly moved his arms back so his right elbow was behind him. He slowly said, "Kaaaaaaaa meeeeeeeee haaaaaaaa meeeee...." Then he thrust his arms outward, still cupping his hands and yelled "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" A huge bright flaming blue sphere flew from his hands, killing everyone and everything in its path. It hit a wall and exploded, leaving the wall in ruins. Druf laughed.The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/25/2002 4:52 AM


"Just a friend. Heh heh heh." Shady-looking Man said mysteriously, he opened his briefcase.

Kalel stared. "What are those?????"

"Just some guns, grenades and a black leather trench coat."


"Here, I'll 'introduce' you to them." The strange man said to Kalel, pointing at the contents as he named them.

"Anti-matter grenades, for crowd control. Mini-Uzis that fire up to 60 rounds a second with a choice of incendiary, AP, HE and Kryptonite ammunition. Mini Bazooka with ten 'bunker busters' for blowing pesky dragons out of their mountain lairs. And this hand-held micro-railgun that fires electro-magnetic charges. plus of course what badass weapon kit would be complete without a 'take them all with you because you're a really sore loser' device? Biochemical toxins aren't in fashion this season, so I've provided you with the standard stuff. A 50 megaton H-Bomb that is GUARANTEED to wipe out all life Menzoberranzan! Plus, you've even got this snazzy limited edition black trenchcoat. It doesn't really do anything, but hey, all bad villains are wearing them these days!!!!"

Just then, there was a deep rumbling sound, and half the floor collapsed, leaving a gaping hole. The hole actually extended through all the floors straight down to the entrance hall so that they could see the fighting going on there. There was the oddest looking dwarf they had ever seen standing in the middle of the floor. Strange because its hair was glowing yellow in colour, and really spiky. And it had a heck of a lot of muscles.

"Shit! A Super Saiyajin!" The strange man said. "Well, that does it, I'm out of here! Bye-bye!"

He vanishes intfo thin air.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

[Edited by Alanded on Wednesday, September 25, 2002 4:56 AM]

Alanded
09/25/2002 5:27 AM


Druf then put his arms together and cupped his hands. He pointed his hands forward and then slowly moved his arms back so his right elbow was behind him. He slowly said, "Kaaaaaaaa meeeeeeeee haaaaaaaa meeeee...." Then he thrust his arms outward, still cupping his hands and yelled "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" A huge bright flaming blue sphere flew from his hands, killing everyone and everything in its path. It hit a wall and exploded, leaving the wall in ruins. Druf laughed.


While the dwarf was going SSJ4 (or maybe it was the Mystic Saiyajin form?) on the badasses, the younger De Salazar brother was busy searching for his brother, looking forward to carving Kalel's heart out and then serving it back to him on a silver platter. A bunch of guards ran up to him to try to block his path and he used his ultimate 'Zoolander' technique on them (catwalk up to them like a Calvin Kein underwear model and slash them to death while their paralyzed with shock). Using thios technique, he managed to kill of about 1000 guards without getting a single scratch but still couldn't find his brother. Then the ceiling fell in and he could see his brother through the hole it had left, about 10 floors up.

"Now, how am I going to get up there?" He wondered to himself.
I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/25/2002 1:28 PM


While the dwarf was going SSJ4 (or maybe it was the Mystic Saiyajin form?)


OOC: I am not entirely sure, since i have only really "seen" up to SSJ3, so yah.

BIC: Druf saw Joreal's problem and flew over to him and looked at him with his pupiless eyes.

"Do you need help?", he said in a booming voice.

Before the drow could answer, Druf grabbed him with his huge arms and flew up to where Jorael's brother was. Druf set the drow down and then flew back down to mess around with the few remaining baddies. (BWAHAHAHA)The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/25/2002 8:31 PM


Before the drow could answer, Druf grabbed him with his huge arms and flew up to where Jorael's brother was. Druf set the drow down and then flew back down to mess around with the few remaining baddies. (BWAHAHAHA)


Jorael catwalked towards Kalel menacingly, his twin blades tracing deadly patterns in the air. "You. Die. Now."

OOC: Swifty, it's yyour turn to post. I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

eswiftfire
09/26/2002 10:09 AM

OOC: Nah, SSJ4 and DBGT sucks.

IC:
Kalel was already wearing the black trench coat and the kickass-y shades. He smiled handsomely, as he gust of wind came in from nowhere to cause the tails of his coat to billow in a really cool manner.

"No. Way. Bro." He replies wittily.

Then, he jumps (slow-mo) backwards and fires with the Mini-Uzis in each hand.Eliar spat in rage and clapped his hands twice, ten male dwarves in pink dresses pop out from the floorboards and dance a graceful ballet.

"In your dreams man,
Swim very well I can,
Zap you with my lightning,
Until you start crying."

-Eliar Swiftfire in the 'The Future Fellowship'

Alanded
09/26/2002 1:18 PM


Then, he jumps (slow-mo) backwards and fires with the Mini-Uzis in each hand.


Jorael activates his own Max Payne (TM) hourglass shaped bullet time counter, which is frozen at maximum because he's in cheat mode, then dodges all the bullets easily and kicking Kalel in the face with his $250 Nike Air Power shoes.

Meanwhile, somewhere down below, Acetylbenzene watches as the SSJ flies around terorising the guards, and feels left out. Throwing away the sissy Plasma Rifle, he pulls out a BFG9000 instead.

"Eatradioactivedeath! Mwahahahahhaha!!!" He says in his best Earthworm Jim imitation and pulls the trigger again and again, hurling bolts of crackling green death that blow huge chunks out of the walls and vapourise any drow guards it touched instantly. A lucky shot blows a hole in an ordinary-looking wall and suddenly gold coins start pouring out in a flood.

The guards who haven't died yet all run away screaming into the night, so Acetylbenzene just activates his jet pack and goes right after them, blasting away with mad abandon and blowing up huge portions of Menzoberanzzan in the process.I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

UndeadDragon
09/26/2002 1:38 PM

After noticing the gnome going crazy, SSJ Druf put up a hand and everything stopped very Matrix-like. He hurries to the gold and puts 3/4ths of it and stuffs it in his pouches, which look empty on the outside. Then he went back to the exact position he was in and unfroze time. He then flew after the gnome and stopped infront of Acetylbenzene and stops him with his finger. Druf's eyes turn a dark shade of red and he grins evily at Ace. Then the dwarf drew back his hand and a large ball of energy formed in it. He thrust his hand forward and shot the ball at Ace's head.The Time is Near....No More Darkness...The Flames Scar the Night...The Fire Still Burns...My Future is Clear...A Date With The Devil...A Dance With His Mistress...My Path is Chosen....

Alanded
09/27/2002 3:10 AM


Then the dwarf drew back his hand and a large ball of energy formed in it. He thrust his hand forward and shot the ball at Ace's head.


Normally ACtylbenzene would just ignore it since he had god mode on. But since the other person was on god mode too he decided not to risk it and very quickly flipped a switch that teleoprted him back to Krynn just a split second before he would have been hit. As it was, all his hair was standing up on end from the electrical charge.

"Dammit!" he griped. "IshouldhavegrabbedthegoldwhenIhadthechance."I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

eswiftfire
09/27/2002 10:34 AM


Jorael activates his own Max Payne (TM) hourglass shaped bullet time counter, which is frozen at maximum because he's in cheat mode, then dodges all the bullets easily and kicking Kalel in the face with his $250 Nike Air Power shoes.


A fountain of blood erupted from Kalel's nose.

"What the...? You dare hit my FACE?????? MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY FACE??????" He shrieked in insane fury. Tossing off the mini-uzis, he takes out grenades from his coat and tosses them blindly.

Eliar spat in rage and clapped his hands twice, ten male dwarves in pink dresses pop out from the floorboards and dance a graceful ballet.

"In your dreams man,
Swim very well I can,
Zap you with my lightning,
Until you start crying."

-Eliar Swiftfire in the 'The Future Fellowship'

Alanded
09/27/2002 11:04 PM


A fountain of blood erupted from Kalel's nose.

"What the...? You dare hit my FACE?????? MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY FACE??????" He shrieked in insane fury. Tossing off the mini-uzis, he takes out grenades from his coat and tosses them blindly.


As explosions rock the room, one of the grenades accientally sets off the thermonuclear device. There is a bright flash, and the entire city of Menzoberranzan is vapourized.

The End????I'm tired about all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want -an adorable pancreas?

Jean Kerr, The Snake has all the Lines, 1958

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

Groucho Marx

eswiftfire
09/27/2002 11:41 PM

Eliar Swiftfire, Schtolheim Erynius Reinbach, King Ai Mer Beech von Marderfarker the Fourteenth and Bardus... something appear with a POOF!

"Death and destruction." Schtolheim shook his head sadly. "When will this ever end?"

"Let me FIGHT with my MIGHTY JOHNSON!" King Ai Mer Beech von Marderfarker bellowed, waving his sword wildly.

"Hmm..." Bardus hmm'd, since whatever he said wouldn't be remembered anyway.

"Yeah, nothing much to do here." Eliar said.

They disappeared with a POOF!

And the world rejoices...

THE END


Eliar spat in rage and clapped his hands twice, ten male dwarves in pink dresses pop out from the floorboards and dance a graceful ballet.

"In your dreams man,
Swim very well I can,
Zap you with my lightning,
Until you start crying."

-Eliar Swiftfire in the 'The Future Fellowship'

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