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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 19, 2007 22:39:44 GMT -7
The wind blows through my Felyne coat, Daemonic Power pulsing through my claws as I stand in here this noisome seaport of Port Royale. Pirates and other brigands wander the streets on various business. Time is short as I need to secure lodging for the night but suffice to say there's more to come, and much has transpired to precede this. So let me give ye a sly wink as I head to the Inn, a beckoning paw to follow, there's adventures to be had and your reading eyes and imagining minds are along for the ride, so brace yer bucklers, sheathe your weaponry and dream with us ere awhile. The Legends begin at the quilltips..,
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Post by RAIVEN on Mar 20, 2007 0:02:59 GMT -7
The people on that game use the comments as a social chat. They suck at in character or even humour. They need some extracurricular fun over there.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 20, 2007 7:28:42 GMT -7
{Some basic remedial RPG courses purrhaps.} Well from the former realm of Chillywhack, ruled by King Chilly we came. The BarnCat for awhile had wandered off to the DragonCat realm where he endured miserable death after death, like being dunked in cold water repeatedly. Something was just not fun about the place, not putting it down, but a 4 town world of spartan climates and the barest minimum opportunities mussed his fur something fierce. But then his Mentoress in Darkness, Raiven and the mighty leader of the merry little band Matrix had located a new realm, and that's where our story begins, well uh continues at any rate.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 20, 2007 17:14:06 GMT -7
See, last thing remember I was just heading back inside to the Sapphire City of X, lol forgive me, I'm still calling Xian Ra that silly name I gave it from a previous story I wrote, but yes, sold off another pair of fresh killed clerics and another 7,000 in the bank, potions bought and back at it but no. Nope. This time aherm hello? This time? ...taps foot patiently... It is a New Day! WHOA! {That was fast, okay so on with the whatever.} You open your eyes to discover that a new day has been bestowed upon you. It is day number 3. You feel refreshed enough to take on the world! Today's interest rate: 0% (Bankers in this village only give interest to those who work for it). You are in Normal spirits today! You strap your Fists to your back and head out for some adventure. An Eagle circles overhead... ready to help you bank.... Beside your pillow is a small leather bag containing 21 gold, and a note: Blessings to ye, child, for someone cared enough to send ye a gift. Wondering who it is from, you add it to your purse. For being interested in Daemonic Powers, you gain 1 extra use of Daemonic Powers for today. Your Daemonic Tendencies have lowered your alignment. Vital Info Name I am the Farmboy CoBaLt BaRnCaT and I'm a Level 1 Felyne who's Hometown is Port Royal? I'm not residing in Port Royal now though, to save on residential funds I'm Roomying with our group in a cozy farmhouse in of all places wouldja blieve, Ancient Japan!
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 20, 2007 17:22:41 GMT -7
Anyways, here we are at The Bahguewana Inn You stroll down the stairs of the inn, once again ready for adventure! You wave to several patrons that you know. You give a special wave and wink to Violet who is serving drinks to some locals. Cedrik the innkeep stands behind his counter, chatting with someone. You can't quite make out what he is saying, but it's something about MightyE. The clock on the mantle reads 8:07 am. Dag Durnick sits, sulking in the corner with a pipe clamped firmly in his mouth. Who Else is here: No one.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Can't interact much if nobody's around to talk to. I pull out the map and suprsingly Ancient Japan is much closer than I had originally thought for whatever reason lol. Well then, off we go! But first I make a stop to check out their capital city! Thermopolis!
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 20, 2007 17:37:51 GMT -7
Thermopolis, the Capital City All around you, the people of the city of Thermopolis move about their business. No one seems to pay much attention to you as they all seem absorbed in their own lives and problems. Along various streets you see many different types of shops, each with a sign out front proclaiming the business done therein. Off to one side, you see a very curious looking rock which attracts your eye with its strange shape and color. People are constantly entering and leaving via the city gates to a variety of destinations. The clock on the inn reads 8:42 am. Visitors are emerging from the Haunter's Lodge wearing fancy costumes! Looking around, you notice a small gaggle of penguins erecting a statue. This is a statue of Saintly Peaches, the Penguin Killer! You happen to see a fountain in the center of town. Would you like to [visit it]? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A Magical Potion Shoppe sits in the village. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Nearby some villagers talk: Farmboy CoBaLt BaRnCaT has arrived, "So this is where everyone went!" Smiling he scours the town to secure lodgings if possible. "I'll uh .. I'll fill my pals in on more later." Scurries off happy. Yes, saw some familiar faces there, looks like the best of the good friends had already arrived and mischiefed the heck outta the place! WHat a force we'd have been as a cla we were so close, SO CLOSE! We had the almost insurmountable gold and gems saved up, and then Skkkurrrghkt! Chillywhack Realm came under a freeze spell, we were frozen in place, statues stuck facing staring the last direction we could freely move to previously. {I deal with this alot, if you're going to let technical issues be such an active part of your fantasy world I'll integrate them into the story, they're obviously meant to exist for some reason so why not bring em on in imaginatively, lol.} This persisted for days. Soon as we grew discontent, was as soon as Chilly freed us, but had to obliterate his kingdom in the process. Possibilities. Decisions. Imagine a braided rainbow tunnel you're flying down, copper and glass spiderwebs veining it's innards like arteries in a whale's throat. Spining and stickling out from it are antennae like nodes bristling with millions of infinite possibilities. You can fly along, stop somewhere, decide and implement? You can act upon. And wherever you go there you are. But okay lol where was I? Ah ok I remember now.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 20, 2007 17:52:22 GMT -7
Ancient Japan, city of the Ninjas You stand within Ancient Japan's central square. A statue of the ancient hero, Devil Hanzo, stands proud and tall in front of you. Gaurds ask you for your weapons and search you to make sure you have nothing concealed. Some people are chatting a bit down a street to the west of you, near the Ancient Temple. The houses and buildings are ancient but strong, and you admire the work that must have went into them. A massive clock face, hanging on an ancient temple, tells you the current time in the realm is 9:17 am. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Who Else is here: Master Sluke . -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The unmistakable handwriting led me correctly straight to a lit farmhouse, evening was drawing down the shades {BrRrR the Shades, we'll get to those sometime, I'm just having a helluva time dying lately, but I'm working on it!} I padded up quietly and leaned in close to listen, familiar voices, Matrix was laughing and singing some bellecose and ribald ballad. {Get out your thesaurusi and stop asking stupid questions lol} Raiven was laughing too, and in her usual manner still regal and upheld discussing plans for the next day. I could wait until they're both asleep, and slay them both while they slept, but the idea seemd currently impractical and unwarranted. Timewise it was inconvenient, they had both gotten a tad more powerful than I and besides it was just plain bad form to kill off your hosts in gratitude of their hospitality. Can't reward Hospitality with Fatality, it offbalances your karma annoyingly. The Devil Made Me Do It! Honestly it's the Daemonic Power's first manifestation as the Bloodlust within me, so that one's not too far off. But here we are and off with you all I've got some catching up to do so go away and return to your world and leave me in mine until you're summoned again lol. ScRaM! SCAT! More to come later. {stomps on the porch with one huge paw, scattering all the tiny humans with a broom before blowing out the back porch torch}
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 20:11:02 GMT -7
As the Cobalt Manticore had a weapon named the Stargoyle Zodiaxe Bloodgeon Frostbyte, a well cut section of Stargoyle stalactite tipped with cosmic star ice that glowed with the light of a faint blue star, but was colder than the largest black hole. As Cobalt Manticore had the Armor of the CryptoKnight Cobaltic Scorpiopathic Metalphorm, a sentient metallic carapace symbioticaly connected to it's wearer and comfort level. As he had Friends on his communications list such as the likes of Catrix, Trik, KoKoDrgN, Insidius, Raiven, Squishy, Darthsvixen. As his steeds were Obsidian a black unicorn, a baby triceratops named Vlad The Impaler, A JellyBear named Gummi Dummi, and finally after 3 black unicorns his fnal one was Knightfall. The cities of Dumblegore, Deus Nocturnem, Esoterra, Eythgim Village, Elemenia, Elmearia, Formenya, Glukmoore, the Graveyard, Glorfindal, Sidhelar, Polariea Borealis, Tartaros, Under Hill, Romar, Kemsley knew his presence even the Isle of Wen! Firekaiser even deigned to deem him worthy of being Deputy Mayor of Public Relations since he pulled off a wizardry of a diplomacy on their public forum, or that he prepresented the one of this new chaotic wave of warrior presence that could possibly be reasoned with and by that token being able to reach the others. We lost a few along the way, the Dius brothers GLDIUS and Insidius faded from view. The Ocean Quests had just opened up before the kingdom fell through the earth. El Gato En Cargadores, his orange tabby was now just a fond memory as were pervious pets. Captain Caffeine the Gray Ferret. The Master, a Gray Tabby. A White Rabbit named Monochrome Neo. NytGlare the Lemur. He'd miss the back and forth good natured fueding he'd had with those people, the revenge tennis he and Raiven had was always a smile. On his hide were the tattoos of a Tiger, Skull, Symbol, Snake, Star and he'd planned to get the Dragon, but once again, plans fell through. His tournament scores? Well done. 1-96. 3-66. 4-18. 5-39. 6-51. 9-91. 1-19. 11-96. He had LIVED as a Troll and Storm Giant Mystic, a Barbarian Thief, a Storm Giant Beast Caller, a Troll Monk, an Arcane Rune using Dark Elf, a Drow of the Dark Arts, for a bit an elf ofunremembered specialty, and finally an Imp! Such as the like you see on your Xian Trail. He only regrets he's never learned the skills of Chicken Mage, Seductive Arts, Ranger and so on. Forgot to add the time spent as a Dwarf Dragoon! Fun times those. Even Costumes have made the manticore, dressed as a Cajun, Skeleton, Vampire, Chicobo, Darklord, Knight, Prince Charming, Egyptian Pharaoh, and Zombie he strutted that stuff. He had yet to experience lives as a Demon, or Elemental or Ghoul or Vampire and more but then those could be caught up on. His houses in Qexelcrag, Formenya, Glukmoore, Kemsley, and Glorfindal were gone now. His shacks the Hyborian Hybernarium, the Barbariaque Chickenshack, The Cavernous Tavern Cottage Mineralcove, Cull de Sack End, The Dark Sidhe, The Left Sidhe, and even his gifted room at Squishy's castle. Dealer and Joe and Talic and Lovergrl and Satan and the invisible level 16 female remembered his blade, whether he killed them or they killed him, they'd remember. Th Cobalt anticore remembers, and soon sometime soon he will be Returning!
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 20:20:23 GMT -7
Bluspring's Warrior Training, You stroll into the battle grounds. Younger warriors huddle together and point as you pass by. You know this place well. Bluspring hails you, and you grasp her hand firmly. There is nothing left for you here but memories. You remain a moment longer, and look at the warriors in training before you turn to return to the village. If you're a CoBaLt BaRnCaT you've forgotten to detail your encounter and battle with the dreaded Penguin Overlord, maybe someone else more mindful of their own existence remembers that one. If you're coated in blue fur and black stripes, and your dark blue eyes scan the horizon do you know what you're looking for? You are about to face the Green Dragon, good luck break a leg.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 20:24:34 GMT -7
You roam the forest, cold breezes ruffle your fur, well BaRnCaT? Do you Enter the cave or do you Run away like a baby? You approach the blackened entrance of a cave deep in the forest, though the trees are scorched to stumps for a hundred yards all around. A thin tendril of smoke escapes the roof of the cave's entrance, and is whisked away by a suddenly cold and brisk wind. The mouth of the cave lies up a dozen feet from the forest floor, set in the side of a cliff, with debris making a conical ramp to the opening. Stalactites and stalagmites near the entrance trigger your imagination to inspire thoughts that the opening is really the mouth of a great leech. You cautiously approach the entrance of the cave, and as you do, you hear, or perhaps feel a deep rumble that lasts thirty seconds or so, before silencing to a breeze of sulfur-air which wafts out of the cave. The sound starts again, and stops again in a regular rhythm. You clamber up the debris pile leading to the mouth of the cave, your feet crunching on the apparent remains of previous heroes, or perhaps hors d'oeuvres. Every instinct in your body wants to run, and run quickly, back to the warm inn, and the even warmer Violet. What do you do?
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 20:31:14 GMT -7
The Green Dragon! We have Special Abilities such as Selene's Fairy Dragon Powers • Scintillating Bolt (1) • Magical Healing (2) • Lightning Storm (5) Combined with my Daemonic Powers (5 points) • Bloodlust (1) • Daemon Summoning (2) • Winged Slayer (3) • Overlord's Wrath (5) should be enough, shouldn't they? This comes as little reassurance doesn't it, lol. Fighting down every urge to flee, you cautiously enter the cave entrance, intent on catching the great green dragon sleeping, so that you might slay it with a minimum of pain. Sadly, this is not to be the case, for as you round a corner within the cave you discover the great beast sitting on its haunches on a huge pile of gold, picking its teeth with a rib. ~ ~ ~ Fight ~ ~ ~ Selene seems visibly nervous at the sight of the Green Dragon! You have encountered The Green Dragon which lunges at you with Great Flaming Maw! Level: 18 Start of round: The Green Dragon's Hitpoints: 300 YOUR Hitpoints: 149 The Green Dragon surprises you and gets the first round of attack! Lucky swipes out The Green Dragons right eye and Lucky stands his ground!! The Green Dragon is to scared to do anything to lucky! Lucky Does 3 damage To The Green Dragon In Two Seconds! Lucky Does 4 damage To The Green Dragon In Two Seconds! Selene growls as The Green Dragon draws closer. Selene viciously snaps at The Green Dragon and causes 7 damage. Your Clan's Aura strengthens you! The Green Dragon tries to hit you but you RIPOSTE for 14 points of damage! End of Round: The Green Dragon's Hitpoints: 272 YOUR Hitpoints: 149 And the battle is on, brace yourself for battle, there's no turning back now, you could very well die where you stand. Do you feel that fear? Or that resignation that it's better dying on your feet, weapon in hand, than dying mewling begging pleading for your miserable life. You'd better wake up and fight for your life.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 20:43:41 GMT -7
Victory! {Good job, BaRnCaT!} Before you, the great dragon lies immobile, its heavy breathing like acid to your lungs. {Halitosis from hell.} You are covered, head to toe, with the foul creature's thick black blood. {It doesn't seem safe does it?} The great beast begins to move its mouth. You spring back, angry at yourself for having been fooled by its ploy of death, and watch for its huge tail to come sweeping your way. But it does not. {Lucky ducky.} Instead the dragon begins to speak. "Why have you come here mortal? What have I done to you?" it says with obvious effort. "Always my kind are sought out to be destroyed. Why? Because of stories from distant lands that tell of dragons preying on the weak? I tell you that these stories come only from misunderstanding of us, and not because we devour your children." {This is good eh? Go on?} The beast pauses, breathing heavily before continuing, "I will tell you a secret. Behind me now are my eggs. They will hatch, and the young will battle each other. Only one will survive, but she will be the strongest. She will quickly grow, and be as powerful as me." {As do we ephemerals, battle eachother for supremacy?} Breath comes shorter and shallower for the great beast. "Why do you tell me this? Don't you know that I will destroy your eggs?" you ask. {Cause after all you are The BarnCat, one vindictive sunnybeach.} "No, you will not, for I know of one more secret that you do not." "Pray tell oh mighty beast!" The great beast pauses, gathering the last of its energy. "Your kind cannot tolerate the blood of my kind. Even if you survive, you will be a feeble creature, barely able to hold a weapon, your mind blank of all that you have learned. No, you are no threat to my children, for you are already dead!" Realizing that already the edges of your vision are a little dim, you flee from the cave, bound to reach the healer's hut before it is too late. Somewhere along the way you lose your weapon, and finally you trip on a stone in a shallow stream, sight now limited to only a small circle that seems to float around your head. As you lay, staring up through the trees, you think that nearby you can hear the sounds of the village. Your final thought is that although you defeated the dragon, you reflect on the irony that it defeated you. As your vision winks out, far away in the dragon's lair, an egg shuffles to its side, and a small crack appears in its thick leathery skin. You wake up in the midst of some trees. Nearby you hear the sounds of a village. Dimly you remember that you are a new warrior, and something of a dangerous Green Dragon that is plaguing the area. You decide you would like to earn a name for yourself by perhaps some day confronting this vile creature. You are now known as Page CoBaLt BaRnCaT!! Because you have slain the dragon 1 times, you start with some extras. You also keep additional permanent hitpoints you've earned. You gain FIVE charm points for having defeated the dragon! Your clan side, The Band of Seven {This is weird, didn't notice before, when did I join The Band Of Seven?} has gained 50 points! You stop and stare a moment at the strange little creature that has landed upon your shoulder. {Hello again, Selene.} It gives a concerned squeak, and stares at you quizically. You have a vague feeling of knowing this critter, and decide to continue on your way with her in tow. {A new beginning huh? Well now there are so many possibilities, so many new and different directions to go. How many times can you say You got to Choose the life you were to live before you lived it?}
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 20:50:50 GMT -7
E-mail message Subject: A little history about yourself MoTD Ye Olde Mail: 2 new, 9 old Peti A little history about yourself, what were you born as, born to be? Bunny or Felyne or Cyclops or Elf or Human or Pirate or Samurai or Super Human? Where do you recall growing up? In the darkness surrounding the city of SiN City, the city of vampires, your race of Bunnies, strive for power and the blood of your enemies. On the plains surrounding the city of Port Royal, the city of men, your race of Felynes, or cat-people in the tongue of the city men, travelled behind the great herds for generations. Your nimble agility allows you to visit places that larger races can only dream of. Within the deepest cave of Port Royal, dwell the massiveCyclops one-eyed gigantic monsters High among the trees of the Ancient Japan forest, in frail looking elaborate Elvish structures that look as though they might collapse under the slightest strain, yet have existed for centuries. From the city of SiN City, you've led a happy and somewhat wasted life until you decide to depart on your quest. On the coastal city of Port Royal as a Pirate, roaming the docks and streets, learning the ways of the sea. In the village of Ancient Japan, a village of ancient warriors, you are race of Samurai, You have great fighting abilty and lasting endurance. Down in Sin City of SiN City, your race of Super Humans have lived in sin for generations. The threat of The Green Dragon does not bother your people. What sounds good to be, what are you gonna be? How do you be? To be or not to be? To be continued.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 25, 2007 21:30:09 GMT -7
Can a mod go and deleete that email addr4ess? My dialup's not loading teh Modify page. Thakns.
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Post by KoKoDrgN on Mar 26, 2007 17:18:53 GMT -7
I'm staff I think. But apparently that comes with no perks other than accessing the more used sections of the board =p
when are we gonna set up the conference call?
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Post by RAIVEN on Mar 26, 2007 20:01:46 GMT -7
Ok, done.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 26, 2007 20:37:39 GMT -7
Whew. Does anyone else have a story to tell? A Poem to recite? A rivetting account of any battle? Ballads? Any nutty Limerick?
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Mar 26, 2007 20:39:58 GMT -7
I saw the name spelled like Iacgi, I might have just spelled it wrongly, who cares who it's spelled, for I have pkilled, him cause hisname is ugly.
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Apr 2, 2007 21:01:52 GMT -7
I'd say this qualifies as a LotGD Player Creation, it's my new dwelling! Feral Gates Funny Farm, a Ghost Town Haunt! Insane scribblings and drawings and writings of phrases on padded walls illuminated with faint moonlight on cobwebs striped with the bars on all the stained glass windows. It's like being inside a psychotic's mind. [04/03 05:43am] <Crows> Village Idiot CoBaLt BaRnCaT says, "laughs maniacally" [04/03 05:51am] <Crows> Village Idiot CoBaLt BaRnCaT laughs maniacally, "ANd then I really do it!" [04/03 05:54am] <Crows> Village Idiot CoBaLt BaRnCaT laughs maniacally, "Carnival music clashes with cathedral dirges punctuated with insane soulless laughter, but at least the coffee's always cozy hot." [04/03 05:55am] <Crows> Village Idiot CoBaLt BaRnCaT shuts off the lights and cruises out to advertise his new place, whistling zip ah dee dooh dah as he goes. {I can now safely say I have come home at last, lol. Drop by sometime, the coffee is nice, it's so delightful. Bwahahaha!!!}
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