Sender Ludum~ PostTime 1414642441 To All~ Subject Roleplay~ Read Weibble~ Read Myrlan~ Read Vladaar~ Read Norrindio~ Read Samael~ Read Darthorien~ Read Amaru~ Read Kimel~ Read Haine~ Read Zira~ Read Lassiekysh~ Read Krax~ Read Zaiden~ Read Malukus~ Read Celthric~ Read Garwyn~ Read Astarot~ Read Nedrik~ Read Dyedeme~ Read Jasmia~ Read Girnath~ Read Krezzle~ Read Aleccia~ Read Meruke~ Read Sinjin~ Read Nightwing~ Read Kyzeer~ Read Groke~ Read Tulmynir~ Read Itzel~ Read Calor~ Read Spindel~ Read Mendicus~ Read Jupiter~ Read Rokthr~ Read Yonara~ Read Devlyn~ Read Ramsey~ Text Members of Throng, Alliance, Dragons... Lend me your ears. We are going through a revision here at 6 dragons in order to improve the quality and quantity of adventure and excitement available to players. Along with frequent riddle quests, more events, and new class/skill augmentation We will also be heavily encouraging and supporting Role Playing of all sorts. So choose a persona for your character, Write a description and Bio. If I use whois on your character and I like your description and bio then I will most likely award you a small glory prize for doing so It's not hard to interact with other players as your character so give it a shot, and let's have as much fun as possible. Ludum Dominus: Game Master. ~ End Sender Caelum~ PostTime 1415738953 To All~ Subject History of the Sky-Bound Nomad~ Read Vladaar~ Read Myrlan~ Read Zira~ Read Samael~ Read Lassiekysh~ Read Krax~ Read Zaiden~ Read Malukus~ Read Celthric~ Read Garwyn~ Read Astarot~ Read Nedrik~ Read Dyedeme~ Read Kordath~ Read Jasmia~ Read Girnath~ Read Krezzle~ Read Aleccia~ Read Meruke~ Read Sinjin~ Read Nightwing~ Read Kyzeer~ Read Groke~ Read Itzel~ Read Calor~ Read Spindel~ Read Jupiter~ Read Rokthr~ Read Yonara~ Read Devlyn~ Read Ramsey~ Text Long ago, in the Terizak Forest, a small golden orb began to tremble and quake with the thrums of ancient power. Twas a portal. A doorway. An entrance for my physical form to enter the realms of man. Yes. It was my egg. As the first golden ray of sun penetrated the cracks of my shell, I felt the chaotic swirling of unseen forces. My heart was called to the heavens, while my body was firmly tethered to the natural wonders of the earth. My fore-sires knew from that moment, that I was bound to search. They saw the spark of divinity within me that drew me out into the world. It begs me to find it. To discover. To learn. They call me The Nomad of the Sky becuase my nature does not allow me to stay in any one place for a significant passing of time. They call me SunScales because as I pass overhead the hidden hues within my scales reflect the golden light of Brother-Star, and cause rainbows to dance on the beings below. They call me foolish because I seek a power long forgotten. My true name is unknown even to me, for only when I ascend to a state of enlightenment, only when I reach the precipice of perception will that ancient wisdom be imparted unto me. And so, to this day, I quest. If you catch of glimpse of my tell-tale golden scales, shout to me. For I will gladly land and have a brief discussion with you of the arcane, the mystical or the purpose of life... but alas. I cannot stay long. I must travel the skies. ~ End Sender Thorne~ PostTime 1453854931 To All~ Subject The Story: "The Fate of Lord Byron III"~ Read Thorne~ Read Zaiden~ Read Itzel~ Read Spindel~ Read Rowan~ Read Mendicus~ Read Nightwing~ Read Nedrik~ Read Groke~ Read Rokthr~ Read Yonara~ Read Ramsey~ Read Myrlan~ Text &RA Grassland &gA grassland covers the entire sorrounding landscape here. The wild grass growing as thin green stalks which ripple endlessly in the furious wind. &cLord Byron walks in from the east. &CLord Byron says, 'Son!? Finally... I've been looking for ages to bring you back ho-' &CYou say 'Stop, Da. It's no use. I'm not going back with you. Not now. Not ever. It's over. That's not my home anymore.' &cLord Byron blinks in utter disbelief. Lord Byron clears his throat, and looks solemnly at you. &CLord Byron says, 'Thorne, you don't understand. Your petty crimes don't mean anything to your family. You're just a pick-pocket. You've these grand imaginings of living the life of a rogue, but that path is beset on all sides by evil... evil and death. Trust me, Son. Come home. We can't just dismiss your charges because of my position, but we can seek the minimum ruling, and after a couple months in the cell you can have a fresh start. Please. Just come back to Blackburn castle, and we'll see if the healers can't figure out a way to treat your-' &CYou scream, 'I don't need a HEALER, Da. I'm not ILL. My way is not a sign of an addled mind. My life is not the result of some unseen disease. My life is the result of your foolishness. But I can't give you all the credit, Da. It's you and those bumbling idiots you call offspring. I will NOT apologize for something I couldn't control. I refuse to feel remorse so that you can try to escape blame. You chose to make me invisible. You chose to make me seek my thrills outside the castle. And I love this life, Da. It suits me. My talents are in the Rogue's trade, and that's what I'll live 'til the day I no longer draw breath.' &cYou turn your back on Lord Byron and begin to walk slowly away... &CLord Byron says, 'Fitting name your mother chose. Thorne...' &cLord Byron lets out a dry, half-chuckle. &CLord Byron says 'If I had known before that you would be EXACTLY that... a thorn in the side of the Blackburn legacy... Ah. Maybe I would've stopped having heirs after the third.' &cIn one lightning-quick movement you spin on your heel, knock and arrow back onto the string of your bow, and loose a shot directly for Lord Byron's neck. &zYour arrow &w***SMITES***&z Lord Byron! &RLord Byron is DEAD!!! &wLord Byron hits the ground ... DEAD. You get all the jewelery, coins, and items from the corpse of Lord Byron. &BThe corpse of Lord Byron holds: Nothing. &cYou straigten your posture, draw your hood and begin to walk slowly toward the west... &CYou say, 'Tell Ma, I said Hello, father. And that I miss her more than I'll ever miss you...' ~ End Sender Nicodemus~ PostTime 1471362972 To All~ Subject The Story Of Nicodemus The Wild.~ Read Nicodemus~ Read Mendicus~ Read Beedle~ Read Myrlan~ Text &RThe Tribe does not forgive... &zWe Kanteros, or as most races call us, "Centaurs" are proud and reclusive at the best of times. Most choose to live their lives in tribes or clans outside the influence of integrated society. Once upon a moon, I belonged to such a clan. I spent my youth hunting near Red-Wolf River, and learning how to interpret the patterns of the heavenly bodies. Kanteros tribes have great respect for divination by these means. When I was still a colt, my mother told me of the stars the day of my birth. She said I was born under a &RBlood Moon&z in the era of Gant. The constellation of the scholar. She always said this marked great things for my future, but I doubted that one such as I, with no social ranking among the tribe would ever amount to much of anything. It is only recently, that I have come to appreciate how much insight she had. No longer a foal, the time for apprenticeships, and trades had come. The Tribe Chieftain has the authority to appoint such placements, stemming from talents, dispositions, and breeding. It shocked the entire tribe when he pronounced, upon my 16th year, that I was to be selected as a warrior. The protectors of the clan. The bravest, fiercest, and most often, heartless of us all. They patrol the parameters of tribe territory, and keep any threats away from the safety and comfort of our home-land. This was not me. This title, this task. It was laid upon me without thought, without hesitation, and without merit. I couldn't understand what would provoke Chieftain Relquine to proclaim such a thing. But my mother was quick to explain what had transpired without my knowledge. &G(Continued In Next Post) ~ End Sender Nicodemus~ PostTime 1471363542 To All~ Subject Nicodemus: part II~ Read Nicodemus~ Read Myrlan~ Text &G(Part II) &C"I spoke with Relquine. I offered him several of your father's remaining weapons, and half a years service on his staff to get him to appoint you as a warrior. I know you're shocked, Nick, but the stars have shown your greatness. This is the only way you will ever achieve what Gaia has set forth for you, Son!" &zMy mother's eyes swam with happy tears. She had acted out of love, but my heart sank to my hooves. A warrior is meant to be a beast, and I am no beast. &C"Ma', I love you and you know that, but this life is not mine. I cannot raid bandit camps, and protect our borders from packs of vampires, or demons. I cannot act without thought, or take orders without weighing the consequences. All these things will be required of me, if I enlist in the patrol. Your kindness and devotion is well received, but the outcome couldn't be more opposite my nature." &zI believe she understood, but it did not matter. We both knew the path was set. Chieftain Relquine's word is law amongst the tribe. There was no turning back. I would be trained, and would serve in the Warrior Patrol. And because of the effort she took to ensure this, I swore I would do my very best to uphold the ideals she had. After two long seasons of training, the time had come to set out on my first patrol... &G(Continued in next post) ~ End Sender Nicodemus~ PostTime 1471364734 To All~ Subject Nicodemus (Conclusion)~ Read Nicodemus~ Read Myrlan~ Text *ZThe sun was bright upon our path that day. I heard the call of creatures within the forest, and the slow trickle of water through the streams feeding into the Red-Wolf River. I was fortunate enough, that my patrol captain was quite fair, and didn't seem to have any judgement for me regarding my placement in the patrol. We stayed in formation, armed with bows and spears in case of threat. We made our way through bends, and curves in the path. Little conversation took place, and I was able to relish in the thrum of nature, and the feeling of home. &C*A scream of terror pierced the forest....* &zInstinct overcame me. I felt myself moving. I barely felt the tread of my gallop. I was flying through the trees. I knew where the scream had come from. Seconds later, I was standing before a patch of quick-sand. The scream had come from a creature that was struggling to free itself from the deadly mire. It had no real face. Only eyes, and long appendages that writhed, and searched for something to provide purchase, to pull free of the muck. Sheer terror pulsed off the beast. It's language was confusing. Clicks, hums, pops... But I felt it's emotions washing over me as if they were my own. I knew that I had to help this being out. It couldn't be more than a child. I reached my spear out toward the young creature, but this only provoked another staggering wave of terror to wash over us both. I pulled my spear back to my side, as my Patrol captain came rushing up beside me. &C"Nicodemus! Leave it be! That dark creature is a mind-flayer. If its life wasn't in danger, it would've already broken your mind, and taken your energy for its own. Archers! Ready!" &RNO! LEAVE IT BE!" &zThe words left my mouth, but my patrol didn't heed them. I felt, more than heard, a rain of arrows being released from the tension of their short-bows. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. No longer acting as Nicodemus the timid, aspiring warrior, I operated on pure instinct. &w My hand raised to my shoulder of its own volition. I felt a wall of energy being erected between my patrol and the tentacle-child. More than a dozen arrows failed to meet their mark. More than a few, snapped upon impact. The motion flowed into another, my hand reached out for the child. Words formed on my lips, without calling them to mind. &RCORPOREUS VOCARE PROCUL! &zI blinked... The beast-child stood on the opposite side of the sand-pit. Unharmed, but still fightened. I felt winded, as the wild-magic receded back into its hiding place behind my heart. My patrol raised their spears and bows as if to fire again, but before they could act... Two larger tentacle beasts shimmered into existence behind the child. The larger of the two newcomers, sliced his hand low through the air. A glowing &Bblue&z rift opened inside of the stillness of the forest, and the three of them stepped through just as it collapsed. I prepared myself for the storm to come... as I rejoined my enraged patrol-mates... &G(Prologue in next post) ~ End Sender Nicodemus~ PostTime 1471365755 To All~ Subject Nicodemus - Prologue~ Read Nicodemus~ Read Myrlan~ Text &RNicodemus Ashkevron, you stand before this Tribunal under the accusations of insubordination, endangering the lives of your patrol-mates, and using a banned skill within the parameters of our land. Do you understand why these charges have been set upon you, son? &zThe voice of Chieftain Relquine was more pleased and amused than angry... &C"Yes, Lordship. I understand the charges, and the reason I stand accused." &RYou are well aware, that many ages ago this Tribe banned the practice of magic, as we find it often leads to necromancy, to demonology, to vampirism, to the dark arts, and often causes one's soul to become deformed in such a way that no hope is found for absolution. Knowing this law, you full well studied, and used the forbidden art to save the life of a natural enemy to this clan. Nicodemus, how do you plead to the charges brought against you? &zI hadn't studied any magic at all. The words, the power.. they came without beckoning. But I wasn't going to stand and argue with the Chieftain at what could very well be my death sentancing... &C"I fully accept all charges, and acted accordingly to what the witnesses have reported, Lordship. I take upon myself full responsibility of my actions, and whatever consequences you see fit to bestow. I would like to state, for the record, that my mother, nor any of her kin, were ever aware that I studied the forbidden art. The guilt is mine, and mine alone." &RYour family is not on trial, boy. Only you. Your mother, and any of her kin are clear of any of the consequences you are yet to receive. I honestly thought I was doing you a favor by appointing you as a warrior. I can see now, that I may have acted without wisdom. For I would never knowingly appoint a Kanteros who is so willing to delve into the mystic, knowing the risks. &zSilence. His eyes searched mine. He was looking for something. An answer? A challenge? I don't know. &RMy formal judgement as Chieftain of this tribe is thus: You are to be banished. Banished from this Tribe, banished from this land. Banished from this sector of known Kanteros settlement. From now, until the day Gaia reclaims you as her own, you are exiled. You may never again ally yourself with another clan, and may only find solace and community in other Kanteros who share the status of "Exiled" with you. Your mother and her family can remain here, but under no circumstances shall you ever have communication with them again. By any and all standards, you are dead to this realm. Now take your leave, before I sway my mind in the way of an execution. &z I didn't respond. I walked away, took what little I could carry, and took up my travels. I swore that I would hold true to my mother's interpretation of the stars. I would find greatness. And it appeared as if I would do so... in the land of men. &G() FIN () ~ End Sender Nicodemus~ PostTime 1471750936 To All~ Subject Nicodemus - Interlude~ Read Nicodemus~ Read Myrlan~ Text &gI had traveled now for many days. I was still leagues away from the outskirts of my old Tribe's parameter. I had not betrayed any of the Chieftain's decleration of exile... yet. &zWhile journeying abroad and learning the ways of the arcane, I have heard many rumours. Rumours circulating through occult circles, through shaman huts, and apothecary trade stops. There exists, a level of magic, so raw and powerful... so mysterious and forgotten that many do not know its name. The standards of mage-hood came easily to me, as the first spell I'd ever cast to save the life of the mindflayer child. I knew the only way I would challenge myself, and claim my destiny would be to search for this mysterious power and take it as my own. &gI decided to make a small camp on the dark green hills on the territory north of my old home. I dared not travel to this location by magic, for the threat of being detected by the tribe's shaman and medicine woman. While they considered their art more primal and natural, I had come to learn that the mana that flowed through them during their rites and sympathetic performances, was the same mana I could harness to turn the world on its side. I knew if I caused a temporal disturbance with a portal, or astral rift.. they would more than likely sense my presence. &zWhy had I come? A death wish, perhaps? I was close to my Kanteros kinsfolk but still within my rights as an exile. I had come for one reason, and one reason alone. I was going to break that exile by communicating with my mother. How many years had passed? Losing count of the days is effortless. I knew she would be worried, and would always wonder if I had achieved my true destiny. I was banned from communication or fellowship with her specfically, and also any Kanteros who did not share in my exile. But I believe I had a plan that would bypass any detection and allow me to get a message to her. &cI was careful... critically careful. I drew from the well-spring of power behind my heart, an amazingly tiny sliver of mana. I molded it, shaped it, made it invisible to all but one. I imprinted her energetic mark upon it, and gave it a message. I wrapped it in the ambient energy that permated the air here. Even a mage who was actively scanning the sector of Kanteros settlement, wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The only possible method of detection, would be if someone knew I was sending this message at this very time. I chuckled internally, at how skilled I had become at manipulating mana over the years. I whispered a silent prayer and released my tether to the message, and felt it flutter away toward it's target. &P**Miles away within the heart of the Kanteros settlement - Sylvia Ashkevron tended to crops out in the field. Her heart came alive, like it hadn't for so long now, because for a brief moment she heard a voice she had thought she would never hear again. The words rang within her mind as clear as a bell...** &C"Mother. It's me, Nick. I'm safe. I'm happy. And very soon, I will meet my destiny. I will be a sorcerer." ~ End