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Riklaunym
09/13/2002 6:10 PM

Riklaunym sat in her usual hiding place outside Palanthas, looking bitterly down on the city that could not -would not- ever accept her. Her deep reddish-golden eyes dimmed slightly as her inner eyelids slid over them. She stood up, leaning on her handmade spear for support. After several months, her leg still pained her. It had been broken during a raid on Midsummer's Eve and the bone had never healed right.
As Rik limped down the hill she had been sitting on, casting a last glance back at her favorite tree (it never failed to comfort her when she was depressed, which was often), she felt her good foot splash into a small puddle. She looked down, watching the ripples spread out around a three-toed, clawed appendage, scaled black. The face of a nightmare glared up at her from the pool- part dragon, part human, with oddly soft eyes of gold, as dark as the starless night.
I am blackspawn, she thought, looking up and ignoring the strange lump in her throat. Her mantra sounded empty now, as if it had all been a lie. The Living Darkness had told her that it was because she had once been human, that she had emotions, that she must crush them beneath her. Frustrated and angry, Rik spat to one side, acid sizzling on the ground. She didn't want to kill, to terrorize and capture. That was why she had left the home of her mistress. But now she was alone, and cold and hungry, and afraid. The world was large and she was young by the standards of her kind, though she towered over humans at seven and a half feet tall. Hefting the spear again, she used it as a makeshift crutch to help her the long way down back to the road, pulling her cloak tighter around her.

((Hope you like it! Newbie here. :) Rik is... well... Rik. A spawn of Onysablet as you can see. Her human side is very strong however- whether she'll turn out good or evil is unknown to me. We'll see how she winds up.))

Maugetar
09/14/2002 3:29 AM

As Riklaunym limped back along the road, she saw a figure standing in the road, as if waiting for her. As she approached, it became apparent that it was a humanoid figure, but of a race that she could not determine - whilst he was taller than a human, he had a grace and well-formed features similar to those of an elf, or even an Irda. He wore red clothing, obviously well made and expensive - yet servicable for travel. but the thing that really struck Riklaunym about the stranger was the smell - a sulphurous odour, not unlike the smell of flames. To her suprise the figure did not shy away, or reach for a weapon. Instead he looked at her as if there was nothing unusual about her, a faint look of understanding on his face as he waited for her to reach where he stood."Ah, they have a cave troll....."

Alanded
09/14/2002 3:39 AM


As Riklaunym limped back along the road, she saw a figure standing in the road, as if waiting for her. As she approached, it became apparent that it was a humanoid figure, but of a race that she could not determine - whilst he was taller than a human, he had a grace and well-formed features similar to those of an elf, or even an Irda. He wore red clothing, obviously well made and expensive - yet servicable for travel. but the thing that really struck Riklaunym about the stranger was the smell - a sulphurous odour, not unlike the smell of flames. To her suprise the figure did not shy away, or reach for a weapon. Instead he looked at her as if there was nothing unusual about her, a faint look of understanding on his face as he waited for her to reach where he stood.


OOC:

Eh, Maugetar, I thought we're not supposed to control the actions of other people's characters?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

Maugetar
09/14/2002 4:06 AM

OOC; Wha? I'm saying that she saw him - and what he smells like to her. It's all describing his appearance, I've just done it in a way which keeps the flow of the text going rather than having a stop-start description of him which doesn't fit in with the storyline."Ah, they have a cave troll....."

DarkSage
09/14/2002 5:19 AM

OOC: hya! I'm new to these forums, and I love DragonLance ;)

Neruit raised his head just as he finished making a peculiar diagram on the soft, mossyground at his feet. His small hand were full of muck, but he didn't scorn it.
He loved the swamp, and serving the Living Darkness. His black hair started fluttering suddenly, as the wind picked up suddenly, as if by magic. He was in the middle of an enchantment.
His arms were outstretched on either side of him, and his murky green-brown eyes were glowing slightly with an eerie light. He could feel great power being channeled into his body, to help fuel the powerful enchantment.

He started reciting words in a strange language, none could place. It sounded like a song, and he could feel the magic gathering in his being. He raised the tempo of the song, to an almost keening high. His small body shivered slightly, in extasy of power.
Then a bowl half filled with a deep red blood, not of human, was placed in front of him. Now, he could hear the wails of despair and fear. Then, the elves, half-elves and ogres gathered before him started chanting his name. Ner-uit. Ner-uit. Ner-uit.
The draconian blood in the bowl before him was becoming a mist-like substance, as he near finished his spell. There were blackspawn gathered around him, watching silently.

He laughed, sounding unnatural for one so young. Or, at least, who appeared to be. But in truth, he was only six year of age. Onysablet had adopted him when he was a babe, found him left behind by his parents who had flee'd at the first sign of the encroaching swamp. He had been raised, as her son.
She tought him magic, and he was a natural talent with an extraordinary gift. Magic flowed in his veins, even thought he was born to a peasant couple who thought nothing above or belowe their own lives and suvival. He was the son of the swamp, of the Living Darkness.
The enchantment being played before him was the spawning process, or rather the abomination process. Greater magic than he owned was being channeled into his being by his Mother, to be able to power the arcane ritual enchantment.

Finally, a strange diagram was being painted on the chests of the people gathered before him, by the red mist that was hovering in their midsts. His spell was near completion.
He raised the wooden bowl higher, and the chanting of his name could be heard in the ranks of the people gathered in a pen before him. Ner-uit. Ner-uit. Ner-uit. Then, they started changing.
Black scales were erupting all over their bodies, and none were fighting the enchantent anymore. He watched patiently as they started turning into grotesque mosnters, gaining extra arms and legs, a wing here, an extra set of eyes there.

He watched as one writhed in pain as it sprouted another head. An already thin ogre was becoming icreasing thinner, to the point where his bones were pushing precariously againsts it's skin.
He watched as many had their arms and legs elongate and grow fearsome claws, as well as have almost equine snouts grow outwards from their faces. All this, he watched with great pleasure. His Mother would be pleased. He scorned as one or two of the people were human, changed into perfect spawn. He always like the abominations better, who were always fearcely more loyal than the perfect spawn.

OOC: is it ok if im a nemesis? if not, then i guess i can delete this if you want.

Riklaunym
09/14/2002 10:37 AM

OOC: No problem here! :) IC: Riklaunym looked up at the man, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. New-flown from the swamp, the only knowledge she had of other races came from Onysablet, and her raids on human villages. She tried to look self-assured, standing straighter (and being careful not to put pressure on her leg) and holding her head high. Since the man didn't exactly seem like he was going to attack her, Rik thought she might as well strike up a conversation.
"Greetings, and well met," she hissed. Her voice somewhat mirrored the black dragon's in its hissing softness. Her snout wrinkled at his scent, and she clapped a hand over it to stifle a sneeze.
"What manner of creature are you, who walks like a man but smells..." She sniffed the air again. "...like fire?"

Alanded
09/14/2002 10:56 AM

OOC:

Maugetar:


As she approached



To her suprise


When Rik's character sees your character, she might not approach but rather stay a cautious distance away and observe. Also to say that she was surprised is to control her feelings. Both sentences/descriptions are infringing on Rik's freedom. How would YOU feel if someone were to come up to you and tell you how you should be feeling? If you have to do something like this it's best to ask permission first.

You could try something like this:

A figure stood by the road. Attired in red garments that were obviously well made and expensive -yet servicable for travel, he was taller than a human, with a grace and well-formed features similar to those of an elf, or even an Irda. A smell - a sulphurous odour, not unlike the smell of flames hung about him. He watched with interest as Riklaunym limped into view, seemingly waiting for her to reach him...

(it's not the best of posts, but it describes your character without manipulating Rik's character's actions or feelings :D)

Riklaunym:

This is a good thread you have going here, if I weren't already in some threads right now I would definitely want to join, but as it is I wouldn't want to overburden myself and then have to quit halfway, that would just suck. :(:(

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

DarkSage
09/14/2002 11:20 AM

The new spawn were herder off to a different part of the small village, smack in the middle of the Great Swamp. Hurlos was a spawn village, where the captured people were gathered to be made into spawn.
Neruit and his bodyguard, a tall and very muscualr black spawn, were standing in the middle of a stone plaza, what had once been a temple dedicated to an old god.
He looked around amused, the childish part of his mind yearning to explore the ruins of the once-great temple. He was certain some magical artifacts were stored in the depths of it, but he knew he would have to wait. Nura was coming to visit. Nura Bint-Drax.

She was another child of the dragon, a powerful naga sorceress. She had the appearance of a copper haired child, but her true form was that of a snake-like being, with the upperbody and head of a human, and the lower body of a huge snake.
Naga were said to be created shortly after Takhisis had created the draconians. Takhisis the goddess, he mused. Onysablet, the name sounded much better in his ears. She was like a goddess to him, mother of the swamp. His thought were interrupted when suddenly a cloud of putrid green and red vapor materialized before him. Then, it solidified until it became the form of the copper haired girl. "Nura," he said, "so nice of you to visit."

He could see her smiling. "Neruit, dear brother, I have news from Mother." Brother, she had called him, for she was also, a daughter of the dragon. He nodded, and she continued.
"There is a spawn that escaped the swamp, a spawn that has "emotions". She had not been properly curropted during the spawning process, and Mother is afraid she could be dangerous to her grand plan. She wishes you to retrieve her, return her to the swamp."
Nura walked over to him, and gave him an amulet. "This is a magical artifact that will help you keep in touch with me, just press your hand to the blood ruby and think of me. I will answer in your thoughts."

With that, she disappeared in a haze of vapor smoke, and he was left to absorb her words. "Mother requests this spawn. She must be very valuable indeed..." He turned around and there stood Grathul, his faithful bodyguard.
"Grathul, I shall be gone for a couple of weeks, maybe a month. I need you to keep careful watch over Nura for me. Make sure the new arrivals are brought to the cells in the ruins of the temple, on the left of the square where the ritual is performed. I trust you with this." Then the spawn spoke, "Yesss, Dark Child."

Maugetar
09/14/2002 12:33 PM

The figure in front of Riklaunym bowed slightly and echoed her greeting in a voice that carried a familiar but in-placable accent,

"Greetings and well met. I am Styrkraa - and I see you are dragonspawn. But it is impolite of me to adress you as such, what would your name be?"

He took a step towards Riklaunym, now his eyes could be seen, strangly golden and glowing faintly like burning coals. He stood there having made his move, waiting for Riklaunym to answer."Ah, they have a cave troll....."

QueshuWarrior
09/14/2002 5:48 PM

Horris, Otto, and Gono waited, crouching in the swampy forest bordering the draconian village. They stayed quite and watched the draconians eating by a fire, speaking to each other in their disturbing language.

Horris, Otto, and Gono are memebers of the Yokas, a small group of fighters dedicated to removing dragons and draconians from Ansalon. Horris was the best fighter of the group and would go on most missions. He carried a large sword and wore chainmail. Otto was always there to aid Horris. He was deadly with his barbaric bow and also weilded his mace, an old family heirloom. It was said that it gave the carrier exellent memory. His mind was like a map. Gono, on the other hand, was the trio's mule. He moved at great speed and carried most of the groups equipment. Because he was dwarven, he had great stamina. He was a respectable fighter with his wood cutting axe.

The groups mission was to retrieve the evil draconian army's plan. It was said a dragon was spawning draconians in this swamp. After they completed this mission, the Yokas were preparing for a full on assault on this swamp.

" So Otto, lets review the plan, you and I are gonna kill as many of those draconian scum as possibly and cause a great destraction, while Gono runs to get the plans. It should be a scroll, so our spies say." Horris spoke in a whisper to his comraids. Gono replied with a low growl.
" Well this should be fun," said Otto."may I have the honors?"

Otto took an arrow from his quiver and quickly fit it into his bow. These were Yoka arrows, specialized in killing draconians. These arrows set off the action made by a draconian after death, like turning to stone,or blowing up, etc. Otto released the arrow and hit one of the draconians by the fire. The draconian blew up knocking the other draconians on their backs, some dying and turning to stone. Horris and Otto ran out from behind the trees and began wielding their weapons. Horris cut a draconian clean in half with his sword. Otto already killed a few with his mace. One large draconian lunged out at Horris scratching him across the face. Horris flipped him with his legs and stabbed him on the floor. His sword wouldnt budge out of the draconians stone skin. He was weaponless but lept on a dracnians back and snapped its neck. A pool of blood lay around Otto, but it was not his, among him lay ten draconian bodies. Out of the darkness came Gono grasping a scroll.

" How does he do that?" Otto looked at Horris in wonder.
"Ummmm maybe later! We gotta leave........NOW!" Horris and Otto began running for the woods. Arrows were flying everywhere. Draconians were coming out of large holes in the ground all around them
"What about Gono!" shouted Otto.
" He'll be alright. He's probably ahead of us by now!" Harris reassured Otto, but things werent looking good at the moment.
After running from the angry draconians for miles the two found themselves all alone in the middle of the forest. They were celebrating the escape. But one question roamed their minds. Where was Gono?If your expecting a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, its a victory!

DarkSage
09/15/2002 5:55 AM

OOC: erm.... QueshuWarrior? you've got it all wrong. first of all, its spawn, not draconians. there is a difference. spawn are made with the "blood" of a draconian, and a vessel (i.e. human, half-ogre, elf etc.) and fused with an ancient enchantment as well as a part of the Dragon Overlord that is peroformin the spell. or in Sable's place, a vessel like Neruit whom she channels her power to make the spawn. remember, "spawn" . and this is a fifth age setting, the "dragon" is a Dragon Overlord. you might want to change your post....

Riklaunym
09/15/2002 11:55 AM

"My name is Riklaunym," the blackspawn replied simply. "You are right... I am dragonspawn... But I fled Onysablet's swamp several weeks ago. I'm tired of capturing humans and elves and the like for her enjoyment. There has to be more to life than that. Unfortunately, the title of 'blackspawn' has been branded on me... and no matter where I go, I am always met with hateful stares. This leg doesn't help much either," she added bitterly, nodding to the afflicted limb. "And on top of that... I think the Living Darkness may have noticed that I'm gone..."

QueshuWarrior
09/15/2002 7:05 PM

OOC: Darksage, i have an idea. How about, there are draconians in the village with the spawns. That way i dont need to fix anything, and also the spawns with come as a suprise to my guys later. Gono is the only one who has the plans and knows of the spawns.

Question about spawns.

do spawns have the same turn to stone/blow up/turn to acid/ after death thing like draconians?If your expecting a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, its a victory!

DarkSage
09/16/2002 4:18 AM

OOC: ok, there could be SOME draconians, but not very many. considering that after the war of the lance, and the chaos war, the dragons started killing each other and the draconians for their essence to make themselves more powerful (Dragon Purge) which drastically reduced the draconian populace, making them almost rare. so they would be only a FEW, maybe some of the dragons agents. and the spawn should be the dominant population, since it is a spawn town. and yes, depedning on what kind of spawn: black dragon spawn-burst of acid; red dragon spawn-burst of flame; blue dragon spawn-burst of lightning ball; green dragon spawn-burst of chlorine gas; white dragon spawn-not yet known. And ONLY the 5 dragon Overlords (one for each color of evil dragon, Malys the Red being the most powerful) are able to make spawn, with no exceptions.

Maugetar
09/16/2002 8:06 AM

Styrkraa smiled, so - Onysablet couldn't control her spawn eh? Auntie Malys would be interested. He shook his head sorrowfully,

"Humans and thier kith can be so very judgemental. Still, I say your first prioritory should be getting yourself away from Onysablet's goons. Then I would be happy to help you try and find some way to avoid being limited by your form. Some kind of spell or suchlike."

The red-clothed figure shook himself, as if to clear his head,

"In any event, we should get you away from here as soon as possiable, Onysablet's minions are somewhat....tenacious.""Ah, they have a cave troll....."

[Edited by Maugetar on Monday, September 16, 2002 1:44 PM]

DarkSage
09/16/2002 1:18 PM

OOC: Uncle Malys? *snorts* Hardly. Malystrix is the Red Dragon Overlord, most powerful of the dragons on Krynn. But, it is also a she. :P

[Edited by DarkSage on Monday, September 16, 2002 1:20 PM]

Maugetar
09/16/2002 1:47 PM

OOC;Uncle, who said Uncle, I didn't say Uncle. You must be mistaken. Or insane, yes that must be it. *Fumbles for edit button*"Ah, they have a cave troll....."

Riklaunym
09/16/2002 6:00 PM


"Humans and thier kith can be so very judgemental. Still, I say your first prioritory should be getting yourself away from Onysablet's goons. Then I would be happy to help you try and find some way to avoid being limited by your form. Some kind of spell or suchlike."


"Thank you," Riklaunym said, flashing one of her rare true smiles. "I should very much appreciate the help." She cast a glance back over her shoulder, back the way she came. There was something about this man she didn't trust... the way he smelled, perhaps. Fire... Where had she heard of where fire was plentiful? As she racked her mind, the blackspawn looked back at Styrkraa. "There was a draconian in Onysablet's swamp. He was her pride, and her son... and it is he that I fear may be searching for me. Neruit was his name, a spellcaster. Know you of him?" Letting her query trail off, Rik fumbled around in the pouch around her waist. "I don't have too much to offer you for your help. But perhaps you'd like this?" She extended a hand- a rather damp hankerchief rested in her palm. Fumbling with it, she untied the knot. The four corners fell away, to reveal a shard of blue crystal converted into a sort of crude daggar. "I found it when I was rummaging around in the ruins of Xak Tsaroth. Isn't it unusual?"

DarkSage
09/17/2002 4:56 AM

OOC: Neruit is a child raised by the dragon, found abandoned in a town that was being taken over by her swamp. But Rik can beleive he was a draconian.

Maugetar
09/17/2002 8:28 AM

Styrkraa's eyes lit up as he saw the crystal dagger. But he hid his reaction well,

"Haha! That is really going to get Onysablet's goat."

He looked around,

"Anyway - I'm headed north, just a little past Palanthas. I know somewhere up there you can hole up, keep you away from Onysablet's grunts."

He set of up the path, beckoning for Riklaunym to follow him."Ah, they have a cave troll....."

Riklaunym
09/18/2002 3:53 PM

"Thank you." Riklaunym grinned, following Styrkaa as he walked off. She had seen the eagerness in his eyes when she'd shown him her crystal shard. But it was just, that, really- a crystal shard. It had tingled when she picked it up- but what could possibly be important about such a small object? She wracked her mind, thinking back over the legends of Xak Tsaroth. Something about a blue crystal staff- could it be?

QueshuWarrior
09/18/2002 5:17 PM

Horris and Otto were sitting on a log eating bacon and eggs in the early morning.

"Looks like we had all the food and not Gono. Poor guy." Otto began to laugh but realized how serious the situation was, Gono was a good friend.

They talked about their plans as they were cleaning the pots and pans, when suddenly a horseman followed by another stead approached.

" Gono would be proud!" said the horseman as he saw the two fighters cleaning pots. " Where is that dwarf anyway!"

"Good morning Wanho. Nice to see you!" Horris greeted his fellow Yoka member. " I regret saying we and Gono got split up in the raid."

Wanho was an x-tribal warrior. He was banished for sleeping with the Chiefs daughter, but still wore his tribal clothing. He had long black hair that passed his shoulders and carried a barbaric spear with a feather tied to the top. He was the Yoka's stable man, since he was great with horses. His horse didnt have a saddle nor harness.

" Oh he'll be okay. That dwarf runs like the wind." Wanho reassured.

" Thats not all," said Otto." he has the plans!"

" Leon will not be pleased with this guys!" Wanho was shocked. "However, I was ordered to bring you back. Get on the horse!"

The two got on the other horse and began following Wanho out of the forest. They were heading back to the Yoka Fort.

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Gono was walking in the woods, his short legs moving without fatigue. He had just run away from the angry draconians and had the scroll with the plans safe in his pack. He was bewildered not having an idea where he was. He has never travelled around these parts. With his supplies he was carrying he could live for about a month out in the wilderness of the forest, for he had most of the trio's supplies. However, he worried what Horris and Otto were going to do for dinner. They were horrible cooks and had little supplied and only one bag of dry fruit. Who knows if they are even alive.

He stopped at a stump and sat for while, when suddenly he saw a faint, blue glow through the trees. He began running to it with great speed, until he realized he was at the forest borders. He stopped and slapped his fore-head, for he had been so close to the border without realizing it. In front of him he could see he was on a large hill, and at the bottom were two people, one holding the glowing object. Gono began running towards the two travellers until he was close enough to greet himself.

"Hello good travellers! I am Gono, dwarven mule for the Yoka's." Gono was being very open to the travellers. " I just stole secret plans from an evil draconian village, and then was chased by the inhabitents for about 2 miles, and boy am i tired! How was your day? Do you guys know anything about this evil swamp?"

If your expecting a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, its a victory!

[Edited by QueshuWarrior on Wednesday, September 18, 2002 5:24 PM]

[Edited by QueshuWarrior on Wednesday, September 18, 2002 5:59 PM]

DarkSage
09/18/2002 5:36 PM

OOC: Ok, im sorry ut you are seriously mixed up here, QueshuWarrior.

1. It is a spawn villgae in the middle of New Swamp, Onysablet the Black Dragon Overlords realm.

2. That is nowhere NEAR Palanthas.

3. What secret plans for what machnation did you steal? That came totally out of nowhere, and is not part of the thread.

4. Before continuing your posts, I'd suggest you read up on some 5th age stuff, and come back when you know what your doing.

5. Please stop jumping past events, like how you just secretly stole "plans for gods-know-what" , without really explaining the quest behind it.

Thanx,
DarkSage

QueshuWarrior
09/18/2002 6:19 PM

OOC: Okay dark sage,

1. We already went through this one, they dont know it is a SPAWN village, I'll try going back and changing every time i said draconian to make it say spawn, and make changes to it.

2. Gono is extremely fast and ran VERY far. Its okay. It can be in the f-ing Ice Reach for all i care.

3. I assumed Onysablet had a secret plan, in fact i thought i read it in this thread. Every major bad guy has secret plans, no need to mention them anyway. I can change that if u want, but i think its better to have SOMETHING of value that the Yoka's wanted. Do u want me to change it to an artifact. That would be interesting. The main point is, Gono has something important and the rest of the Yoka's need to find him and get it.

4. I know, im not much of a 5th AGE GUY!!!

5. I explained the trios mission. The Yoka's got word of an evil SPAWN village in New Swamp. They send spies to snoop around and the spies found an artafact, or plans, or whatever you want, heavily guarded. I dont think im jumping. Nothing big really happened. Only Leon ( the head of the Yoka's) knows how to use the artifact/ read the plans. So Gono cant do sh*t.

Thanx,
QueshuWarriorIf your expecting a kick in the balls and you get a slap in the face, its a victory!

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