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#121 Guest_Sion_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 06:28 AM

> Hi, guys. Since Internet info is not recognized as official, I was

> wondering if any of the LoreMasters can confirm that the following does

> not contradict the source books. I have seen NG and CG as her alignment -

> which one is she?

> Thank you!

> General Information: Alignment -NG

> Portfolio: Forests, rangers, dryads

> Realm: Major Spheres: All, animal, elemental, healing, plant, and

> weather

> Minor Spheres: Divination,

> Worshipers:

> Symbols: The unicorn (or the white star on a green leaf)

> Colors:

> Holy Days:

> Sacrifices:

> Description: She appears as a young maiden with leaves and moss for hair,

> garbed in green

> and yellow.

> Mielikki is allied with Silvanus. There is always the possiblility that

> Mielikki will act to defend or avenge any of her forest dwellers or the

> forest

> itself. This will most likely take the form of huge packs of wolves and

> flights

> of hawks, also any clerical magic will be of little use as she will most

> likely

> negate its use. Those seeking to stay on her good side will be carfull of

> the

> forest areas, such as planting a tree or two for each tree they damage.

> Clerical Information:

> Clericy Name:

> Main Temple Location:

> Clericy Description: Mielikki's priests are rangers, for the most part,

> with special

> powers. Most rangers venerate Mielikki as their diety and she grants the

> bulk

> of their spells when they attain sufficent level. As a result the ranger

> player

> character class and the priests of Mielikki tend to work closely together.

> The ceremonial dress of the followers of Mielikki is a simple tabard and

> trousers with a short cape. The shirt is usually short-sleeved, but long-

> sleeved in winter. The symbol of Meilikki is worn over the heart.

> The colors of the ceremonial garb vary with the seasons, each season

> having a base color and an accent. Winter is white with green accents,

> spring is green with yellow accents, summer yellow with red accents and

> fall red with white accents.

> The goddess known as Mielikki, Lady of the Forest, is the patron of

> forests, rangers, and dryads. The Lady wanders the forests of all Toril,

> although the followers of her faith are concentrated in northern Faerun.

> There is some evidence that Mielikki was an elven demigoddess before the

> rise of humans, and she is often depicted with mixed elven and human

> features. Certainly she is worshipped by humans, elves, half-elves, and

> dryads alike.

> Allies: Mielikki is assisted by two divine beings of lesser power. On rare

> occasions when Mielikki rides into battle, Lurue, the Unicorn, serves as

> her mount. Lurue is a beast cult deity, the queen of talking beasts and

> intelligent creatures. Lurue is also known as 'Silverymoon', and is often

> worshipped in the city of the same name. Gwaeron Windstrom is a demigod

> who also serves Mielikki, and is a master of tracking and interpreting

> woodland signs. He is tall and physically impressive, with a white beard

> that constantly whips about in the wind, and long white hair. He can track

> infallibly through any conditions, in or on any terrain. Mielikki herself

> often serves Silvanus the Oak Father, god of nature and patron of druids.

> In fact some legends relate that she is the offspring of a dalliance

> between Silvanus and the elvish goddess of romantic love and beauty called

> Hannali Celanil. In any case, although Mielikki numbers no druids among

> her faithful, her followers certainly count them as strong allies, and

> often work alongside the followers of Silvanus.

> Oragnization: The followers of Mielikki do not organize themselves into

> official temples, rather they assemble in peaceful forest glades in

> collective worship to the goddess. The faithful of Mielikki organize

> themselves into three branches of devotion, known as the Triad.

> The first branch of the Triad are the heart of the faith, and serve as

> voices of the souls of the trees themselves. Collectively these followers

> are referred to as the Heartwoods, and include dryads, hamadryads, and

> treants.

> The second branch of the Triad are the spiritual followers of Mielikki,

> known as the Arms of the Forest. The Forestarms, as they are often called,

> are the closest fit to the traditional clerics found throughout the

> Realms. Although they are not druids, Forestarms serve a similar role

> protecting the forests of the world.

> The third branch of the Triad are the physical followers of Mielikki,

> known as the Needles. The Needles are rangers, who act as the warrior arm

> of the faith, and serve a defensive role protecting the forests from

> marauders, hurnanoids, and the followers of the god Malar. Included in

> this branch is a small religious order of woodland knights such as the

> Shadoweirs.

> Finally the lay followers of Mielikki include many woodsmen, the

> occasional elf (especially wood elves), a few bards, and many of the

> Harpers, a secretive organization for good located in the northern Realms.

I may not be a loremaster, but a have a few free minutes and a copy of faiths and pantheons. ;)

Most of what i see is correct. She is NG, Intermideate Deity, has autumn, dryads, forest creatures, forests, and rangers for a portfolio. Her worshippers are druids, fey creatures, foresters, and rangers, of CG, LG, or NG. Her favored weapon is the scimitar "Hornblade".

She is the daughter of Silvanus, ans sister of Eldath. Gwaeron Windstorm and Shiallia serve her, and Lurue the Unicorn is her mount. She is friendly with Shaundakul and Lathander, and opposes evil deities, espcially Malar, Talos, and Talona.

The three branches are: Heartwoods (dryads and treants), Needles (rangers), and Arms of the Forest (druids and clerics).

You pretty much cover every thing else listed in the book I think. I don't think she has a main temple, as most worship her in the forest or small glades. The worshippers are refered to as Mielikkians, which answers your second question I think. She is a lvl 20 Ranger and lvl 20 Druid with 940 hit points. That's pretty much all the important stuff.

Hopes this helps! ;)


#122 Guest_Domi_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 06:37 AM

> I may not be a loremaster, but a have a few free minutes and a copy of

> faiths and pantheons. ;)

> Most of what i see is correct. She is NG, Intermideate Deity, has autumn,

> dryads, forest creatures, forests, and rangers for a portfolio. Her

> worshippers are druids, fey creatures, foresters, and rangers, of CG, LG,

> or NG. Her favored weapon is the scimitar "Hornblade".

> She is the daughter of Silvanus, ans sister of Eldath. Gwaeron Windstorm

> and Shiallia serve her, and Lurue the Unicorn is her mount. She is

> friendly with Shaundakul and Lathander, and opposes evil deities,

> espcially Malar, Talos, and Talona.

> The three branches are: Heartwoods (dryads and treants), Needles

> (rangers), and Arms of the Forest (druids and clerics).

> You pretty much cover every thing else listed in the book I think. I don't

> think she has a main temple, as most worship her in the forest or small

> glades. The worshippers are refered to as Mielikkians, which answers your

> second question I think. She is a lvl 20 Ranger and lvl 20 Druid with 940

> hit points. That's pretty much all the important stuff.

> Hopes this helps! ;)

It does! Thank you!


#123 Guest_Ophidia_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 09:03 AM

> I really wish I could remember exactly what bryozoans were -- I think

> they're coral and such things. I took biology last year and had fun going

> to a natural-history museum and looking at lots of fossils of extinct

> invertebrates.

Bryozoans are little colonial animals that form mats on seaweed. You see them often on kelp. They're also called moss animals.

They're not related to the cnidarians- that is, the corals, sea anemones and jellyfish. They're actually a group all of their own, without any close relatives.


Glorious Train Wrecks

#124 Guest_Nemelle_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 09:39 AM

> Bryozoans are little colonial animals that form mats on seaweed. You see

> them often on kelp. They're also called moss animals.

Oh, those!

> They're not related to the cnidarians- that is, the corals, sea anemones

> and jellyfish. They're actually a group all of their own, without any

> close relatives.

OK...oops, bad me. *g* I should look over my bio book again sometime.


Twisted animations

#125 Laufey

Posted 17 November 2002 - 09:52 AM

> To Helmboy's credit, there was no talk of smiting in this chapter ;)

LOL! That's true. I must make up for it later...


In The Cards
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#126 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 11:07 AM

> Sorry for not posting this yesterday - I was distracted by the joint

> diversions of IWD2 and the LOTR extended version. Both offer

> inspiration... (You'd be amazed how many hours of playing BG2 I managed to

> justify to myself as 'fanfiction research').

Why should it be neccesary to justify playing BG2? Ýoy don't need an excuse to play that game. ;)

> "Besides," he continued, "We're right opposite the temple

> of Helm, so bringing Anomen is not a good idea. Yoshimo is a local face,

> and I'm sure he's had dealings with the Shadow Thieves, so he may draw

> unwanted attention towards us. Haer'Dalis is a tiefling, in Ao's name, and

> Minsc…"

...is minsc.

> "Not much," the Cowled Wizard assured him, shrugging. "All

> we need is –"

> Suddenly there was the hum of a bowstring vibrating, and an arrow arched

> out of the darkness to imbed itself in Mavek's throat. With a gurgle, the

> mage sank to his knees, Harrian grabbing him before he could keel over

> entirely.

i bet that it was yoshimo that did this.

> "The Shadowmaster instructed us not to kill you," the archer

> said quietly and levelly, his aim not wavering. "But he did tell us

> to advise you to reconsider your decision of shunning our help. You will

> need it – there is no other way of rescuing your friend."

At least they don't want him to think so.

Short but good

Hunter


#127 Guest_Slide_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 12:30 PM

> Why should it be neccesary to justify playing BG2? Ýoy don't need an

> excuse to play that game. ;)

I know, but it gets rid of guilt when I'm fighting Irenicus in hell and the coursework's mounting... ;)

> ...is minsc.

Say no more!

> i bet that it was yoshimo that did this.

Yoshimo, as you'll see in a minute, is... otherwise occupied.

> Short but good

Cheers!

- Slide


Shadowmasters

#128 Guest_Lord E_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 01:48 PM

> If you prove

> unacceptable as a student you will be put out, I'll have nothing to do

> with a failure. You will obey me, always. I will rarely, if ever, want

> your opinion, so keep your opinions to yourself unless I ask you for

> them.”

Charming fellow. He seems pretty ruthless, but it remains to be seen whether it proves to be a good or bad thing.

> Yoshimo sighed quietly and gave in. For a while he heard nothing but the

> clinking of pottery and the soft sound of drink being poured.

> Then Hiruma spoke. “What do you think of this one?”

> “He's very handsome.”

So he is ;)

> “Oh, I don't know. I'm guessing as much as you are. No doubt though, with

> that sword of his, that polite speech, all of it, he was samurai born, but

> recently cast out. An ill-behaved younger son, perhaps? Regardless, he was

> pampered up until recently. Probably a spoilt child.”

Interesting. My Yoshi is too from a samurai family.

> They certainly hadn't. Better to lose a son and save face than help out a

> boy that had crossed the line one too many times. Yoshimo couldn't blame

> them. They were trapped into their way of thinking, and there was no way

> for them to get out. He almost pitied them. That was all in the past

> though. He had a future to attend to, a dangerous one from all

> indications. Staying alive, he thought, would probably take all of his

> concentration. Best to rest now while he still had the chance.

Devoid of malice, it seems.

Love the series!


Road of redemption

#129 Guest_The Blue Sorceress_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 03:53 PM

> Charming fellow. He seems pretty ruthless, but it remains to be seen

> whether it proves to be a good or bad thing.

A mixture. Hiruma has his good points and his bad points.

> So he is ;)

mmmmmm yes he is ;)

> Interesting. My Yoshi is too from a samurai family.

He always came off more like a relatively well brought up guy that moved away from that to me.

> Love the series!

Thank you!

-Blue


#130 Guest_CHAw_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 06:16 PM

> Here's an on-topic (wow), non-darkfic (wow) little piece, a break from the

> ever-grim Justice. There will be a Part 2 soon. What inspired it was this

> idea: considering that Annah has Dex 18, she's probably one hell of a

> dancer.

Whee, dancing! ;)

> “I hope you're not all planning to hole up in your room tonight. I've

> heard there's going to be a splendid party down in the hall with the mist

> over the torches.” Loria, the desk clerk for the rooms in the Civic

> Festhall, smiled as she told us. Her eyes flickered nervously over me; she

> kept looking away and sneaking glances, as if she were trying not to stare

> but couldn't help herself. I'm used to that. I get it a lot. I couldn't

> hold it against her, though, because she was so genuinely friendly.

I like the description here. It's so... appropriate.

> “Party? A Sensate party?” Morte would have been rubbing his hands together

> if he'd had any. “Yeah! Why have we never done anything like this before?

> I mean. . .lots of sexy Sensate chits writhing around, probably half naked

> too. Everybody knows Sensate parties usually end up turning into orgies.

> None of those luscious Sensates has ever known the overwhelming attraction

> of a skull, I'll bet. . .” He leered at Fall-from-Grace.

*snort* I'd expect no less of Morte.

> She stepped back from him, folding her wings and looking disapprovingly

> tolerant. “I'm sorry to disappoint you, Morte, but the gatherings I have

> attended have been tamer. Of course, I tend to seek out events devoted to

> the less. . .physical pleasures.”

Disapprovingly tolerant? Somehow, those two expressions seem contradictory to me. Still, I suppose that if anybody could manage such an appearance, Grace could.

> “What sort o' party?” Annah's tail curled upward in a gesture I recognized

> as interest. Never having been to a party of any sort in this lifetime, I

> was interested too, though I didn't know what to expect.

LOL, true!

> “Like I said, writhing Sensate chits! Rustling skirts and bouncing bosoms!

> Chief, you think I can dance?” Morte demonstrated briefly, twirling and

> somersaulting in the air and rhythmically clacking his teeth.

*snicker* Well, with the right kind of music, I'm sure he'd look good dancing.

> “Then I'll go show someone prettier than you. This is going to be a great

> night. . .” Morte bobbed off in the direction of the party, whistling

> through his teeth.

*snicker*

> Dak'kon began to turn toward the room, his eyes tired. “I am too old for

> such things.” I doubted he would have cared for it if he were younger,

> either.

Heh, I can just imagine Dak'kon saying such a thing.

> I stepped into the closet where I'd found the dodecahedron three nights

> ago, changed the russet cloth around my waist for a blue one, and stepped

> out. Annah was fastening her hair back from her face with twin clips, and

> Grace was slipping an armlet over her sleeve to hold up the place where it

> was puffed out below her shoulder. “Nenny once told me she would paint my

> wings sometime. Do you think little white highlights would look good?” She

> smiled.

So he's got whole closet full of loincloths now, does he? ;)

> “It might look good,” I said. Annah rolled her eyes at me.

*snicker*

> “What, turnin' vain now?” Annah said, and pointed toward the door with the

> tip of her tail. “I'm leavin'.”

I'm surprised Annah didn't make more of a comment there.

> The music, when we entered, was calm and sedate, a stately pavane on bowed

> strings and harpsichord. Fall-from-Grace closed her eyes for a moment,

> smiling in enjoyment. A particular chord change in the basso continuo, in

> which the harpsichord player trilled right after switching from major to

> minor key, brought a fleeting memory of playing the harpsichord myself in

> this same hall. I could feel the smooth keys and remember the exact notes

> of one passage. That day, the hall had even had white bunting hung from

> the ceiling as it did now. The memory dissolved. All over the hall,

> couples stepped in unison but not touching. I smiled. Morte must have been

> terribly disappointed.

Heh heh heh.

> As Loria had said, the walls were lined with torches above which hovered

> multicolored mists swirling slowly. The high ceiling depicted nude nymphs

> and dryads in a wood of oak and red maple, and various other beings –

> humans, elves, a bariaur, tieflings and aasimar – lounging in the grass

> adjoining the wood, with goblets, paintbrush and canvas stretched on

> wooden frames, lyres and lutes and flutes. Large arched windows let in the

> faint ambient light of the Sigilian night: no moon or stars, but torches

> and lamps and the dimmest of glows in the sky that kept the night from

> becoming completely black.

Does he even know what a moon or a star looks like?

> Annah looked back at me. “Oh, yeh. Followin' me, as usual. Starin' too,

> I'm sure.” I looked away from her, embarrassed. She turned to the dwarf.

> “What have yeh got?”

*snicker*

> The dwarf's eyebrows rose. “You sure? Well, you do look like a tough

> basher.” She poured the urine-yellow, bubbling stuff into a tiny glass and

> handed it to me. Careful not to inhale the smell, which rather matches the

> color, I sipped it. It burned enough to make my eyes water, but the

> aftertaste was pleasantly spicy. I put away my slight uneasiness at what

> it might be made of and why I liked it.

Hmmm...

> Annah grimaced. “'Yeh're drinkin' that? I got bubbed on it once, an' I've

> never been so sick in me life, I've not. Yeh're daft.”

Um... any reason you began the quote with an apostrophe?

> I decided not to ask under what circumstances Annah had gotten drunk on

> Baatorian whiskey, and took another sip.

Probably wouldn't want to know.

> Then, the musicians changed to a quick and lively dance, with a raucous

> shawm and a hand-drum joining them, and Annah set down her glass, her tail

> curling, and hurried off to the dance floor. A long line of people was

> forming, and she took the hand of a handsome young man with curling blond

> hair that brushed his shoulders, and let the line pull her along. She

> skimmed along, dancing the steps that everyone else was dancing, but with

> light and unerring feet, her knees bending more like a flying banner than

> like hinges. She did a high, scissoring double kick at a strong beat in

> the music, and ornamented the basic pattern of the dance with her own

> double-time steps. Most conspicuously, her tail spun and waved and

> straightened upward with the rhythms of the tune. Her hair bounced and

> flew behind her.

Sounds... intense.

> Everything else was a backdrop for me; I watched her, astonished. I'd

> never seen her dance before. Something fluttered in my throat, and I felt

> a smile creep over my lips. She looked at me for a moment as she passed,

> but she didn't smile back; instead, she looked away. Of course she would.

> She was skilled, and agile, and beautiful, and I was clumsy and ugly. Even

> if she showed interest, even affection or attraction towards me in more

> private situations – the Powers knew why – I was an embarrassment in

> public. No, I told myself: I am going to enjoy myself tonight, not brood.

Awww... you didn't give the poor guy much dexterity? Can't do much about his appearance, but he's clumsy too?

> “She's doing complicated steps quickly, but she's still graceful somehow.

> She – she's using everything, too. Even her tail. I mean, especially her

> tail. Of course, her tail.” I was rambling, watching her.

Poor, lovesick, Nameless sod.

> “Chief, you crack me up. Really. You join the Sensates, and the next day

> you're a dance critic. Not the most articulate dance critic, but. . .hey,

> you're right. That tail. . .and those legs. Whatever they're doing,

> they're about the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”

*snort* If I were him, I'd start getting irritated at Morte right about now.

> I was thinking something similar about her whole body, but there was more

> I saw in her. “She's got good sense, too. And she's witty, and she's so –

> so agile.” How could I explain? I couldn't even explain it to myself.

> "And the way she talks, and all kinds of things. I just can't figure

> out how she feels about me. Sometimes she acts as if she likes me." I

> remembered her lips and teeth pressing against my neck, how she'd brought

> me soup, tea, and a hug when I was sick, how she'd held me after the dream

> that had trapped me. Sometimes she acts as if she barely tolerates having

> me around. I don't know what's going on.”

Um... I'm a little confused here. Did you forget a quotation mark somewhere?

> “Sometimes chits play games, chief. They go cold even when they like you.”

> Morte clacked his teeth. “They do that a lot with me.”

Why do I doubt that that has anything to do with playing games?

> I didn't think that was quite what she was doing, and I didn't think most

> women would do that for no reason but to "play games" if they

> cared about someone, but then, Morte isn't exactly one from whom to take

> advice in such matters. “Why are people so damn complicated?”

> “Because they'd be boring if they were simple, and the Powers or whoever

> or whatever created them likes to be amused.”

> “Good answer.” I concentrated again on Annah's dancing.

Indeed.

Nice little story. 'Twas on the bittersweet side, even if it was not dark, but I suppose that with Torment, it would usually be one or the other. Och, but I must read your series at some point. Bloody, piking Neverwinter Nights has been giving me heck, though, so... ah, but I ramble. Again, it was a nice story, and is your serial up in the fan fiction section yet?


The Attic Module Online

#131 Guest_Silver_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 06:50 PM

> Cards Reshuffled 19 – Cesspool Of Corruption The writers of romance

> novels far too often seem to be suffering from the delusion that a knight

> in shining armor is every woman's fondest dream. True, there are things to

> be said for such men. Then again, there are also things to be said of

> such men, usually in language not suited for children. Some of these

> fellows also seem very capable of evoking both reactions at once, which

> can be very confusing.

*laughs* How true...

> Excerpt from 'Ruminations Of A Master Bard' He wondered how long he was

> going to have to wait. His legs were aching from standing so long, but he

> would not sit down in this place if he could help it. A veritable

> cesspool of corruption, by Helm! Thieves and murderers everywhere, I

> shouldn't wonder.

Kane: And what is wrong with that?

> Then there was that De'Arnise girl who was in here again, nagging

> everybody who came close to her about something or other. Probably out on

> some charity collection or something, while trying to ignore the advances

> of a particularly obnoxious elf named Salvanas, one of the regular

> customers. That elf has no idea of how to properly court a lady. I could

> teach him a thing or two, were I of a mind to do so. He probably doesn't

> even know the Language of Flowers, and I suspect he has never read a

> single line of poetry in his life.

Probably not. ;)

> “Of course, little Rini!” the giant boomed. “Minsc is always happy to

> help!” Before he was able to say a word in protest, Anomen found himself

> carefully picked up, lifted, and then set down again a little to the right

> of his previous position.

*grins* Go Minsc!

> “Minsc understands,” the large man said in a sympathetic voice, patting

> Anomen on the shoulder. “He remembers what it was like after first getting

> his head wound. Well, at least Boo remembers, and he has told me.” He

> lovingly patted the furry creature sitting on his head. “Boo says that the

> world is probably very dis-or-enting right now, but that you should get

> plenty of rest and it will soon feel better. Getting a hamster might also

> help, thought there is only one Boo, and Minsc will not be parted from

> him. Boo also suggests basket weaving as a calming occupation.”

> “I…I…I…”

> ”Just let Minsc know if you need help, and do not be sad about being

> simple. Minsc is simple too, but he has Boo to keep him company, and

> friends are what really matter. Would you like Minsc to be your friend?”

> “I…I…I…”

> ”Minsc must go now,” the giant warrior said, sounding a little sad. “But

> if he can, he will be back later to help you some more. Minsc likes

> helping people. Bye-bye for now!” Waving cheerfully at the still stunned

> Anomen, he moved off, the crowd rapidly parting as they saw him

> approaching. It is a well-known fact that people hardly ever jostle an

> extremely large and armed man, particularly if he's also packing a

> hamster.

*sniggers* I love this exchange.

> Offensive as the words were, Anomen paid them no heed. She is disorderly

> and mercurial, and judging from the sad state of her clothes she is

> certainly a commoner. But she is an adventurer, and by Helm's holy hand,

> she is comely. This is no coincidence, I recognize Destiny when I see

> it. It is meant to be. I must speak now, or forever regret holding my

> tongue. Is my armor bright enough? I only spent two hours on it yesterday…

> “Fair lady,” he said, “what brings you to this cesspool of corruption?

> Dark danger lurks in every corner, and virtue is e'er threatened by those

> who would prey on the meek and innocent. Fortune smiles upon our meeting

> though, for I am Anomen, Warrior Priest of Helm, and a force dedicated to

> serving justice and righteousness. Should you desire to walk the path of

> virtue, my virtuous and strong arm will be lent to your protection.”

> Good, that's a good start. It shows politeness, a serious mind, and a

> willingness to be chivalrous and protective. Perhaps too many 'virtue'?

> No. You can't insert too many 'virtue', that is how true paladins talk.

> It was therefore with some surprise that he saw the redhead roll her eyes

> skyward. “Why me?” she asked.

Great chapter.

Silver


#132 Guest_Silver_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 07:00 PM

> "Talon's right." Little Gus added, "Dad lied to us, and

> even though we felt the truth, we lied to ourselves," Little Gus

> walked over to the figure of The Beast and kicked at it's shin.

That's brave of him.

> "Only if he permits it. The only judgement on him that matters now is

> his own."

Interesting ending.

Silver


#133 Laufey

Posted 17 November 2002 - 07:00 PM

>

> Kane: And what is wrong with that?

Ano has Strong Views. ;) And they're about to get challenged...

> *grins* Go Minsc!

> *sniggers* I love this exchange.

Thanks very much! ;)


In The Cards
Rogues do it from behind.

#134 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 07:52 PM

> One of my favourite earlier chapters, although it rather suffers from some

> minor ad-libbing and guesswork to the story behind Anomen's claims of

> battleground prowess...

> Chapter 15: Murderer Most Foul The rest of the party were a mere

> few hundred feet away, but for all they knew of what was happening to

> their comrades it may as well have been a few hundred miles. Anomen felt

> himself in dire need of some sane or less iniquitous company, as Minsc's

> ramblings, Haer'Dalis's incessant pointed and – from his point of view –

> cruel jokes, and Yoshimo's all-round brigand-like behaviour was starting

> to wear on his patience.

Not the best kind of company for a selfrighteous knight.

> It was odd, he reflected, how this party, which had now spent a good few

> days together and embarked on a not inconsiderable quest in the Outer

> Planes, could still function as a group of individuals, rather than a

> team. Socially, at least. Minsc was a little too addled to form any deep

> attachments with anyone which weren't based on amusement, pity or

> indulgence on their part;

Unless boo likes them ofcourse.

> "You may criticise my technique, Tiefling," Anomen was snapping

> as Minsc looked up, taking a sip of his beer. "But the facts are in

> my favour. Last summer was the Order's campaign against the Hillgnasher

> giants, during which I slew twenty of the foul beasts. Not bad for someone

> who wastes time in combat with fancy moves and abandons opportunities,

> does it not?"

he takes himslef a little too seriously.

> He was starting to wonder what he had to gain from going along with these

> immoral fools. Harrian had struck him as a righteous man, but he was a

> thief , in Helm's name! He was going on the quest of a thief, following a

> thief. It was not fitting of a squire of the Order… he was sure the

> Prelate would frown upon it, and anything the Prelate frowned upon was not

> to be taken lightly.

He will learn modesty in time.

> The woman – more of a girl, he realised, his heart sinking – looked

> panicked in the dim light as she realised she wasn't going to make a sale

> here. "Please, sir… It's not safe to remain on the streets at

> night…"

> Anomen frowned. "Then go home!" he exclaimed, turning to go.

LOL.

> She shook her head, rushing around to face him and grabbing his shoulders.

> "I need the coin, sir! But with the skinner murderer around here… I'm

> scared to stay out. Usually I can do my rounds once and be done for the

> night, but… please, sir, even just some coin so I don't have to go home

> empty-handed."

poor girl.

> He didn't have time to react as the metal thudded into his chest, and fell

> to the floor, surprisingly free of pain – his chest merely felt numb. But

> he could hear the harlot screaming, even above the singing in his ears…

> then the twang of a bowstring and a grunt, then running footsteps.

Mighty warrior, ha!

> "The streets are a dangerous place to roam at night, my friend,"

> Yoshimo answered, approaching them. Anomen chose to let the 'friend' bit

> roll as the bounty hunter continued. "Especially with the word about

> the murderer going around. Minsc decided –"

> " Boo decided," the ranger interrupted, nodding proudly and

> displaying the small hamster, who squeaked in a way Anomen would swear was

> triumphant.

boo is wise.

> Yoshimo smiled humourlessly. "Ah, Boo decided that it would be best

> we went after you," he amended. "It seems it was a good idea.

> That was no simple mugger. No mugger worth his salt attacks a man in

> armour, and to operate in Athkatla independent of the Shadow Thieves, you

> need to be worth your salt."

> Anomen thought he could hear a note of pride in the Kozakuran's voice and

> resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "My thanks," he declared at

> last, trying not to let it sound too forced. "Where is the tiefling?

> Off polishing his swords?" he asked disdainfully.

To think that he was saved by yoshimo, that must really hurt his pride.

> "That would make sense," Yoshimo concurred, shrugging a little.

> "He has been the scourge of the Bridge District for many months,

> according to the guards. It would be best he were taken care of."

It's really amazing that nobody has solved the skinner murders earlier, when the man is that stupid.

> The squire's expression flashed through about twenty emotions, none too

> kind and one bordering on panic. "Quickly," he added firmly.

Anomen has a problem with women.

Hunter



#135 Guest_Hunter_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 07:54 PM

> One of my favourite earlier chapters, although it rather suffers from some

> minor ad-libbing and guesswork to the story behind Anomen's claims of

> battleground prowess...

> Chapter 15: Murderer Most Foul The rest of the party were a mere

> few hundred feet away, but for all they knew of what was happening to

> their comrades it may as well have been a few hundred miles. Anomen felt

> himself in dire need of some sane or less iniquitous company, as Minsc's

> ramblings, Haer'Dalis's incessant pointed and – from his point of view –

> cruel jokes, and Yoshimo's all-round brigand-like behaviour was starting

> to wear on his patience.

Not the best kind of company for a selfrighteous knight.

> It was odd, he reflected, how this party, which had now spent a good few

> days together and embarked on a not inconsiderable quest in the Outer

> Planes, could still function as a group of individuals, rather than a

> team. Socially, at least. Minsc was a little too addled to form any deep

> attachments with anyone which weren't based on amusement, pity or

> indulgence on their part;

Unless boo likes them ofcourse. ;)

> "You may criticise my technique, Tiefling," Anomen was snapping

> as Minsc looked up, taking a sip of his beer. "But the facts are in

> my favour. Last summer was the Order's campaign against the Hillgnasher

> giants, during which I slew twenty of the foul beasts. Not bad for someone

> who wastes time in combat with fancy moves and abandons opportunities,

> does it not?"

he takes himslef a little too seriously.

> He was starting to wonder what he had to gain from going along with these

> immoral fools. Harrian had struck him as a righteous man, but he was a

> thief , in Helm's name! He was going on the quest of a thief, following a

> thief. It was not fitting of a squire of the Order… he was sure the

> Prelate would frown upon it, and anything the Prelate frowned upon was not

> to be taken lightly.

He will learn modesty in time.

> The woman – more of a girl, he realised, his heart sinking – looked

> panicked in the dim light as she realised she wasn't going to make a sale

> here. "Please, sir… It's not safe to remain on the streets at

> night…"

> Anomen frowned. "Then go home!" he exclaimed, turning to go.

LOL.

> She shook her head, rushing around to face him and grabbing his shoulders.

> "I need the coin, sir! But with the skinner murderer around here… I'm

> scared to stay out. Usually I can do my rounds once and be done for the

> night, but… please, sir, even just some coin so I don't have to go home

> empty-handed."

poor girl.

> He didn't have time to react as the metal thudded into his chest, and fell

> to the floor, surprisingly free of pain – his chest merely felt numb. But

> he could hear the harlot screaming, even above the singing in his ears…

> then the twang of a bowstring and a grunt, then running footsteps.

Mighty warrior, ha!

> "The streets are a dangerous place to roam at night, my friend,"

> Yoshimo answered, approaching them. Anomen chose to let the 'friend' bit

> roll as the bounty hunter continued. "Especially with the word about

> the murderer going around. Minsc decided –"

> " Boo decided," the ranger interrupted, nodding proudly and

> displaying the small hamster, who squeaked in a way Anomen would swear was

> triumphant.

boo is wise.

> Yoshimo smiled humourlessly. "Ah, Boo decided that it would be best

> we went after you," he amended. "It seems it was a good idea.

> That was no simple mugger. No mugger worth his salt attacks a man in

> armour, and to operate in Athkatla independent of the Shadow Thieves, you

> need to be worth your salt."

> Anomen thought he could hear a note of pride in the Kozakuran's voice and

> resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "My thanks," he declared at

> last, trying not to let it sound too forced. "Where is the tiefling?

> Off polishing his swords?" he asked disdainfully.

To think that he was saved by yoshimo, that must really hurt his pride.

> "That would make sense," Yoshimo concurred, shrugging a little.

> "He has been the scourge of the Bridge District for many months,

> according to the guards. It would be best he were taken care of."

It's really amazing that nobody has solved the skinner murders earlier, when the man is that stupid.

> The squire's expression flashed through about twenty emotions, none too

> kind and one bordering on panic. "Quickly," he added firmly.

Anomen has a problem with women.

Hunter



#136 Guest_Anonymous_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 08:18 PM

> *grins* I've always thought that too...

> That's an understatement!

It definately is ;)

> If you say so. ;)

Yeah, Xzar's always saying crazy things like that :)

> I've always liked that line.

> Nice chapter. ;-)

Thanks, glad you liked it :-).



#137 Guest_Anonymous_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 08:59 PM

> Greetings!

> I'd like to share a few thoughts about that rather large thread that Joe's

> small proposal brought up. ;) Admittedly, I was a bit worried about any

> hurt feelings that similar subjects used to sparkle in the past. But it

> appears the Attic community has not only grown in size, but it matured as

> well. The tone of discussion was constructive; it was clear we're now

> ready for the discussions of that nature.

> I was also curious to hear your opinions. Obviously, direct critique is

> always the best way to improve one's own and someone else's writing.

> However, there is some interest in a place to share general advice on

> writing. It needn't be only on how not to write, however.

> With that in mind, I created a new thread at the new Attic, in the

> Reader's Digest forum, under the Cellar. Feel free to share your advice

> there, but keep in mind that it might become a subject of discussion. And

> yes, that thread may grow very large indeed, especially that I made it

> "sticky." ;)

*big fat grin* Cool!

> Leo



#138 Requiem

Posted 17 November 2002 - 09:06 PM

Greetings Leo ;)

Just wanted to ask:

How do I get to the new Attic?

Is there any button or link to it on these pages?


#139 Guest_Silver_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 09:26 PM

> - "Quit blaspheming, beast!" the knight snarled in anger.

> "The likes of you are the scum on earth every defender of good and

> justice is obliged to smite from existence!"

I really don't like this knight.

> - "You are the famous Sarevok, aren't you. The fiend and murdered,

> and now an undead abomination. This confirms that all the talk of your

> good deeds and remorse are just false legends."

Not necessarily...

> Emilia spotted Sarevok's expression and hurried to cut in.

> - "You probably have heard the tale of Emilia of Candlekeep as well

> then. Pleased to meet you. If you don't believe to tales of Sarevok's good

> deeds, go to Berdusk and ask the people there. I am the one who

> resurrected him, I should know. And I was also there when Tyr came and

> called Tazok."

Go Emilia!

> - "Verily, who ever has heard of an ogre paladin," said a young

> squire, his eyes aglow with strange enthusiasm Emilia did not much care

> for.

There's a first time for eevrything.

> - "I am a patient half-orc, but you are starting to annoy me,"

> Emilia said. "No-one has heard of an ogre paladin before, because

> there has been none. But just because there has not been one before,

> doesn't mean the couldn't be a first one. Kind of like you have never get

> laid, but it doesn't mean that you never will. I think."

*laughs*

> - "You told him. You will be a paladin whether they like it or not.

> And when you do something paladinish, they will like it," Emilia

> reassured. "Come, let us continue the journey. I'm sure Ano will be

> happy when we pop by!"

Great chapter.

Silver


#140 Guest_Ursula_*

Posted 17 November 2002 - 09:27 PM

> Well, there's always the observation.

Ah, but where does observation cease and judgment begin?

> I tend to dislike americans, because

> they're always judging other people by culture and the likes...

Um, I hope you can see the irony of this line.





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