Vengeance of the Heart -- Discussion Thread
I can still start a forest fire if you guys want 
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
For future reference, Magus doesn't have a backpack, as he is a weakling. Instead, he paid a large sum for a magic bag in which he stores most of what he carries. A magic bag is like a bag of holding, except weaker in enchantment. Things put into it still have some weight, and, unlike a bag of holding, it has a limited volume of contents it can carry. That's why he isn't hauling around suits of full plate and such in it; he only carries the essentials.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
No problem. Just one of those minor details. 
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Ill get cracking on a post tomorrow, I think. For the first time in a few weeks, that is 
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
Aww crap...thats no good...Originally posted by Aegis
It's a sad thing, but I think I've lost much interest in my charactersSo, with that being said, I'll probably take a more occasional part of the story. I'll try and get something good figured out to contribute, eventually.
Fortunetly, at this juncture, your character's actions are not critical to those actions of the other members of the story
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
I'm sorry to hear that, but I kind of expected as much. Hopefully you change your mind. I envy you that creative flair, something that I seem to lack these days, and that the story could use a bit more of, perhaps. 
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
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Originally posted by Magus
I'm sorry to hear that, but I kind of expected as much. Hopefully you change your mind.
I kind of thought the same.
Originally posted by Magus
I envy you that creative flare, something that I seem to lack these days, and that the story could use a bit more of, perhaps.![]()
Well, the story can't always be exciting.
Every story has those in between moments... but I know what you mean.
@tyb
Why do you think Gurney suggested too join the rest?
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
Heh, it'd look pretty silly at this point if my foreshadowing was wrong. But I think I'm right. And if I'm wrong, it'll keep the reader guessing.
Regardless, I think it's about time to force a confrontation and move things along. The pacing of the story is getting to be just a little too slow. 
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
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There, it's up...
@CM
She'll offer you an horse if you want to catch up with the rest, it will find it's own way back how when you let it go again.
@all
Rudar has been haveing problems, kind of serious stuff. So that's why he has not posted yet...
Hopefully he'll join in later.
@CM
She'll offer you an horse if you want to catch up with the rest, it will find it's own way back how when you let it go again.
@all
Rudar has been haveing problems, kind of serious stuff. So that's why he has not posted yet...
Hopefully he'll join in later.
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
No problem, Rob. Building on each others' inspiration is what this is all about.
Hmm...but I was expecting to be either completely right or completely wrong. Not a little bit of both.
My foreshadowing, intended to add a little drama, instead sends a message that's kind of screwy.
I might do a little editting to make it...fit better. Don't worry, I don't see any of the dialogue changing...so the changes would be mostly stylistic.
Hmm...but I was expecting to be either completely right or completely wrong. Not a little bit of both.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Serious stuff? I hope you just mean computer troubles...
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Where is this lurker in the woods in relation to Acolytus and Gurney?
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
Rob-hin you play Alinda during this whole conversation. I am no good at playing to characters at once and of course i have no idea what you have in mind.
BTW why would i meet up with the group or look for it? Remember i am not part of the quest right now as i wasnt there for the whole big bang thing.
BTW why would i meet up with the group or look for it? Remember i am not part of the quest right now as i wasnt there for the whole big bang thing.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
Well I think a good look at the burned-out Inn would be sufficient motivation. First instinct would be to return there, correct? Then you question some of the survivors, find out that we set off to look into the matter, etc. That done, no paladin worth his vow could resist meddling.
Even if he just decides to go confront the Baron solo, he could conveniently run into us without a whole lot of contriving.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?