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SiriusBlack
Great Reader
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 Posted - 06 Jun 2004 : 05:27:34
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Helpful? Considerate? What's that? (Seriously, though, feel free to contact me for help.)
Beats me, I'm childish according to the experts. Contact for help? That an open invitation on any problem?  |
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Arivia
Great Reader
Canada
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Posted - 06 Jun 2004 : 05:34:10
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Originally posted by SiriusBlack
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Originally posted by Arivia
Helpful? Considerate? What's that? (Seriously, though, feel free to contact me for help.)
Beats me, I'm childish according to the experts. Contact for help? That an open invitation on any problem?
Sure-I'll try. I have no experience with marital problems, however... |
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Yoshimo
Seeker
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Posted - 06 Jun 2004 : 12:52:24
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Thank you, guys.
I see that I have fellow Neverwinter Nights players as well. I haven't played in the longest time. I suppose this is a hub for all sorts of Forgotten Realms games players. (DUH, THIS IS A FORGOTTEN REALMS SIGHT!!!) Or wait, is it another site like Candlekeep?
As for the name, Arcane Archer sounds good to me... |
May the light of Selune light your path and Olidammara guide your footsteps ~Shadow Thief Motto |
Edited by - Yoshimo on 06 Jun 2004 12:54:47 |
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Shadowlord
Master of Realmslore
USA
1298 Posts |
Posted - 06 Jun 2004 : 16:44:09
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Ah, no, actually, I was contemplating character classes... 
And Arivia, I have an avatar already waiting... However, not from NWN. I've always found the elf portrait with the arrows to be a bit stupid because of his cap. 
I'm actually hoping to use one of Jason A. Engle's amazing illustrations. For those unfamiliar with his work, his clients include WotC, AEG, Green Ronin, Fantasy Flight Games, and Obsidian Studios. His website can be found here. |
The Chosen of Vhaeraun
"Nature is governed by certain immutable rules. By virtue of claw and fang, the lion will always triumph over the goat.Given time, the pounding of the sea will wear away the stone. And when dark elves mingle with the lighter races, the offspring invariably take after the dark parent. It is all much the same. That which is greater shall prevail. Our numbers increase steadily, both through birth and conquest. The dark elves are the dominant race, so ordained by the gods." Ka'Narlist of the Ilythiiri. |
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Yoshimo
Seeker
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Posted - 07 Jun 2004 : 14:41:44
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Originally posted by Shadowlord
Ah, no, actually, I was contemplating character classes...
And Arivia, I have an avatar already waiting... However, not from NWN. I've always found the elf portrait with the arrows to be a bit stupid because of his cap.
I'm actually hoping to use one of Jason A. Engle's amazing illustrations. For those unfamiliar with his work, his clients include WotC, AEG, Green Ronin, Fantasy Flight Games, and Obsidian Studios. His website can be found here.
I just checked out every single one of his pictures. Wow. I was thoroughly impressed. He is the best artist I have seen in a long time. My favorites were the Assassin and the Adept pictures. He also has some really cool futuristic pics that I like. |
May the light of Selune light your path and Olidammara guide your footsteps ~Shadow Thief Motto |
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Tethtoril
Seeker
95 Posts |
Posted - 07 Jun 2004 : 15:12:01
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| *tap, tap* Please folks, this is a scroll on dragons, can we meander our way back to the great beasts? |
Tethtoril
Candlekeep Forums Moderator
Candlekeep - The Library of Forgotten Realms Lore
http://www.candlekeep.com
An Introduction to Candlekeep - by Ed Greenwood |
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Yoshimo
Seeker
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Posted - 07 Jun 2004 : 15:48:51
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Originally posted by Tethtoril
*tap, tap* Please folks, this is a scroll on dragons, can we meander our way back to the great beasts?
Quite right, Sir Tethtoril. We have all seemed to have lost our composure. Yet, I must say there are a few acceptional dragons on that site... Sorry, Old Man, just had to get it out of my system. |
May the light of Selune light your path and Olidammara guide your footsteps ~Shadow Thief Motto |
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Yoshimo
Seeker
88 Posts |
Posted - 07 Jun 2004 : 15:51:47
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| Take a look at this dragon.http://www.jaestudio.com/BlackDeath.jpg Mighty beast, he is. What level do you suppose you'd have to have to fell him? |
May the light of Selune light your path and Olidammara guide your footsteps ~Shadow Thief Motto |
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Yoshimo
Seeker
88 Posts |
Posted - 07 Jun 2004 : 21:41:33
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Hope you like my story. A little tale about a Dragon Army, a drow sorcerer, and a knight who must overcome impossible odds to ensure the survival of Faerun. Enjoy.
Erich ran his long sword through the skin of a beast, rewarded with the spray of its orange blood cascading around his body.
The swath of enemies had crashed into his army, and now thousands combated thousands, the dirty magical undead against the living, all being cut down in gruesome mortal combat.
He raised his palm to a wave of enemies and finished muttering inaudible words in the combat that ensued. A blast of fire erupted around his palm and then a huge fireball twirled through the air and blasted chunks of enemies everywhere. He was now drenched in the orange blood, and the combat had not even begun.
A running zombie clawed at his silver armor, scraping away with futility with fingernails that screeched against the metal and sent chills up his spine. Erich swung his magical sword around and severed the zombie’s top half from its bottom. Erich felled three more zombies this way, and got clipped aside his armored head by a club swung by a skeleton giant.
He shook his head and joined with two of his brethren to fell the undead brute. He dodged another attack with a roll of his armored demeanor, and came up from the sand in a swing that relieved the towering skeleton of his boot’s armor plate.
Erich was slashed several times on his back by the feeble swings of skeletons behind him, yet they only slid across his mighty armor. Erich turned and backhanded the skull of one of these skeletons while his two companions took on the giant skeleton, causing the skeleton’s head to spin on its neck. Erich slashed clean through the skeleton’s friend and spun his sword with a flick of his wrist before he simply kicked the skeleton and sent bones shattering everywhere.
When Erich turned back around, the giant smashed his club into another one of Erich’s brethren, sending him into another fray of combat further away. The noble knight was infuriated by this act, and charged with his mightily-swung sword. It chopped through skeletons and zombies in his way, and eventually sunk through the bone of the giant’s leg, severing it from the rest of his body. The giant hopped on one foot, unbalanced for some time, but eventually fell with the creak resembling that of a huge tree. Erich couldn’t watch his latest kill fall, for a few other zombies and skeletons charged him.
Another fireball took these down into a burning oblivion, and Erich was out of that particular arsenal. Of course, he had not spent enough time studying the art of magic, so he did not have a great repertoire of spells at his disposal.
The knight slashed a skeleton down its middle, stabbed one in back of him, pivoted, and killed another zombie with yet more orange blood cascading his demeanor.
The undead were now pouring into the land, wave after wave, and the army of knights, warriors, paladins, and mages were decreasing.
Erich cut into more of these ghouls, lopping off limbs, kicking loose body parts off a central being, punching his spiked and gauntleted fist into faces, and dispatching countless foes. He felled three with a single circular blow, and five more with a whirlwind attack he had often practiced when he was at the academy. Nearly fifty more were felled with an inferno of green flame, one of the knight’s most prized spells that blasted the undead apart and clipped ten of his own men.
Erich saw his men also taking several hundred of the undead down out of his peripheral vision, and the veteran smiled. He knew this day would soon be theirs.
As it turned out, this was not the best assumption.
Over the sand dune in which his enemies came flowing down like a river came three gigantic figures he identified as dragons. This was more than they all had bargained for.
Erich, armor shining in the sun, charged off to face the horde of undead and the three dragons, even if it was toward his impending doom.
The charge of the knight led the others to a fleet of foot, and most in his area began to cry out and chop down the undead in their way to the slowly walking dragons.
Spellcasters in the flank of the army then released several searing spells toward these dragons and the undead around them. This, however, paled in comparison to the effects the arcane archers had on the mighty beasts. There were hundreds of volleys of arrows all flying through the air, all enchanted with magic from the armored elves and humans. The arrows pierced deeply into the scales on each one of the monstrous black dragons, hundreds at a time, which caused the dragons to roar with earsplitting volume. The dragon which was furthest from Erich and his squad of knights reared its head back, audibly breathing in all of the air from the surround area. What air the dragon’s lungs did not take it was burnt by the fire which spewed forth from its nostrils and mouth. This lava-like fire burnt hundreds of knights and archers to nothingness, rendering their armor to heaps of liquid metal.
Erich cursed at the incompetence of his fellow leaders, for he had instructed that particular squad’s captain to enforce their armor with a stronger coat of fire resistant metal that would protect them in such a situation as this. His boys, however, did possess the flame retardant metal, and charged all the faster through the enemies, cutting down thousands before they finally reached the presence of the dragon.
Not one of Erich’s squad had helped fell a dragon before, and neither had the knight, either. Now, though, was a good a time as ever to practice. The nearly two-hundred knights swarmed in around the dragon who then reared back just as his brethren had and prepared a flame.
A veteran battlemage, though, had already begun a counter to the dragon’s breathe, manifesting a shard of ice that became lodged in the dragon’s mouth. The dragon abruptly discontinued the fire breath and worried itself with the crystal within its gullet. This spell left the old mage tired, and he could not summon up enough strength to bring up his staff to block the skeleton’s swinging sword. The mage fell with a bloody gash to his chest.
Erich and his knights still charged forward while the dragon was semi-distracted. The captain himself went for an attack of the beast’s stomach, where he knew the dragon could not reach him unless it moved quickly or began to fly away. He slashed with his mighty longsword, hitting rough scales with only minor effectiveness.
The knights on the middle dragon were extremely fortunate, for the archers in the back row of the battle, nearly a mile away, fired accurately into the head of the dragon, immediately hitting an eye several times critically. This wounded the dragon, and it fell, blinded, to the ground in a clumsy and desperate attempt to flee. The knights, to the dragon’s apparent horror, swarmed in around the dragon’s head and chopped away the soft spots near its neck and mouth. One crazy knight even leaped down into the dragon’s throat and began chopping away from inside of it. The knights all aided in slaying the dragon and in retrieving their fellow warrior from the dragon’s stomach.
Erich chopped away at the dragon again and again, even aided by two of his brothers. They eventually ripped through the dragon as it reared back and fell over to its side where it scrambled up the dune further, angry warriors after it and archers sending volleys to greet it.
The dragon turned, the shard still lodged in its mouth, and it began to breathe fire again in attempt to melt the crystal ice and the chasing oppressors at the same time. The fire welled up in its throat and lungs, and it breathed. Erich flinched, but the breathe caught inside its head and simply exploded. The headless dragon had emitted a nova of flame when it died that scorched everyone around and turned Erich’s front and side completely black with soot, knocking him back off of his feet. Zombies were ignited with the burning chemical reaction, and skeletons were simply blasted apart.
Erich quickly leaped to his feet and met combat with the skeletons and zombies that immediately filed into the area their fallen companions left unthreatened. His longsword, and those of his companions, made quick work of these undead minions and they pressed on, only losing a few of their ranks from injuries pressed from behind.
The final dragon was dispatched by the concentration of all the archers left in the area behind the knights who had not been killed by invading undead. This dragon fell only after breathing another wave of flame which killed many a knight and paladin.
The rest of the forces of evil were met in combat, felling many warriors, but suffering the same casualties themselves. The living forces saw triumph slowly but surely, as their blades and bows fed on undead. Blood spilled more and more, but the knights mopped up the largest hordes of undead while archers picked off stragglers.
There were too many dead, Erich thought after his blade ran through his last zombie’s cold flesh. He wiped his blade and eventually sheathed it at his side while he surveyed the surrounding area. This day was in no one’s favor, he thought.
“Knights! Back to camp and be prepared to fight the same war tomorrow, but with tougher combatants! Tomorrow you will face your own brethren,” he said, for he knew the knights that fought valiantly in their service would be converted to the undead by that sickening monster of a drow cleric that resided in the tower across the sand dunes. The tower was visible, and Erich knew he would be able to see it much closer in days that followed, he and a small squad being assigned to a stealth mission the following morning before dawn. This war was far from over…
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Dragons Galore
