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| 1. | Re: The more things change...
Posted by Sirac on 3/13/2020 10:58:16 AM
Just because!
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| 2. | Re: Farewell
Posted by Sirac on 1/4/2006 1:36:59 PM
((Just to say, I have had a LOT of fun RPing with, and DMing for you. You will be sorely missed, good luck with the wedding, may it bring you all the happiness and none of the bruises my own marriage entails! Always been a pleasure man, hope our paths cross again...
Sean)) |
| 3. | Re: Up a mountain and back down again
Posted by Sirac on 3/13/2020 1:27:37 PM
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This started one of the first campaigns we ran in Vives!
And was all Ara's fault! |
| 4. | Up a mountain and back down again... (very, very long!!!)
Posted by Sirac on 2/21/2004 11:15:37 AM
Greetings to ye all,
I have a tale to tell, of events that unfolded over the last day. Please forgive my lack of eloquence...fer I am no master of songs, no purveyor of wondrous tales, just a simple man who found himself caught up in quite extraordinary events, events I believe worth relating.
There were many who took part in this tale, many folk more worthy than I, but this tale is of but three of them...fer there were just the three of us as it all started. To name ... |
| 5. | *Trouble in the Vale*
Posted by Sirac on 4/18/2005 3:34:46 AM
Those passing through icy vale will notice the following:
The Righteous Sword knights on duty there look more sullen, and miserable, than you have ever seen them. They still walk their patrols, and attend to their duties, but everything about them from the gait of their walk to the slope of their shoulders, radiates misery and discontent. Many seem to be afflicted by a virulent flu, with streaming eyes and incessant sneezing, although none of the locals display such symptoms. ... |
| 6. | Re: The quiet before the storm.
Posted by Sirac on 3/13/2020 12:41:16 PM
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| 7. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...the conception (suitably long)
Posted by Sirac on 3/13/2020 1:51:47 PM
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| 8. | Muga Bugbreath...the conception (suitably long)
Posted by Sirac on 2/28/2004 4:28:37 AM
Twas a dark night in M’Gok Tukar, with rain lashing down upon those few that braved the raging storm, indiscriminately soaking any and all that had not the wisdom or the opportunity to have found shelter. One such being lay, oblivious to the cold and the wet, contentedly snoring, as the storm raged on unabated. Indeed the snoring seemed to contest the storm’s superiority, with each clash of thunder being met with a responding snort of such power and depth twas sometimes hard to tell where the ... |
| 9. | Muga Bugbreath...the birthing.
Posted by Sirac on 2/29/2004 9:54:04 AM
Ghargrael awoke several hours later as the storm finally came to an end. Her smile of contentment gradually faded as she realised where she lay; immersed in and surrounded by the stench of refuse with tendrils of rotten intestine intertwined in her hair and maggots crawling all about her. Not that any of this particularly concerned her; but where was her man, her glorious man? How had she come to be back in her own town, why did she have the faintest hazy recollection of rushing wind and a ... |
| 10. | Muga Bugbreath...Childhood through early adolescence
Posted by Sirac on 3/1/2004 12:14:54 PM
It was a bitterly cold night, that first night on the plateau. But unsurprisingly, considering her mysterious heritage, the cold was of little concern to the abandoned babe. The predators that laired nearby were however a much graver danger. Be it fortune or fate, the first such to come upon Muga was little more than a pup itself, newly weaned and in search of its first prey.
The wolf sniffed cautiously all around, fearing a trap, for such a tasty morsel was too easy a gift, surely. ... |
| 11. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...Childhood through early adolescence
Posted by Sirac on 3/3/2004 4:12:16 AM
Hmm, the whole orcish prostitute thing seems to have struck a discordant chord with people! :0) At least its not Ghargrael that Im actually playing IG then.
And I do like the darker side of fantasy...after all the grace and beauty of beings such as the elves counts for nothing if they dont have something crass and dark to be contrasted with. Ill take Moria over Rivendell any day for fav bit of LOTR... *grins evilly*
And a member of civilised society? Nah, not me...my wife ... |
| 12. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...Childhood through early adolescence
Posted by Sirac on 3/3/2004 6:08:10 AM
Thelia? Think I missed that one? Had a brief scan of char b/grds and couldnt see it?
Sean |
| 13. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...the conception (suitably long)
Posted by Sirac on 2/28/2004 6:30:05 AM
Ahh, but better yet, Ghargrael is a full blooded orc, not even a half orc! Just imagine her on a street corner! :0)
Sean |
| 14. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...Childhood through early adolescence
Posted by Sirac on 3/3/2004 2:09:44 PM
Thanks for all the nice feedback, always good to hear. Maybe one day Ill stop being a bloody accountant and get back to writing...its what ive always wanted to do. I have written a few chapters of a novel called 'descent into darkness' so yea, dark fantasy is kinda my thing. Maybe one day will get it finished... *tries to look hopeful*
Sean |
| 15. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...Childhood through early adolescence
Posted by Sirac on 3/4/2004 3:51:13 AM
No, no cube farm. Work from home actually, one of the few good parts of the job. And not an actual accountant per se, just what my friends like to accuse me of being to wind me up! :0( But close enough, too dang close. But hey, I like the money and Ive still got a lot to learn about writing so, pays the bills for now.
I like the Mykal write ups btw. Impossible to say enough how great everyones work is... suffice to say am amazed how many talented and creative people there are on ... |
| 16. | Muga, an enjoyable diversion
Posted by Sirac on 10/18/2004 6:19:53 AM
Muga bathed. She luxuriated in the warmth, bliss causing her eyelids to droop, and a huge contented sigh to emerge. As the lava hissed and bubbled all around her and the smell of sulfur permeated every pore of her body, Muga lay back almost fully submerged, a smile slowly spreading as she recalled the events of the day. Her smile, if nothing else, would have been enough to give many nightmares that they would awaken from screaming. For it was a smile filled with such malice as few had ever seen ... |
| 17. | Re: Muga Bugbreath...Childhood through early adolescence
Posted by Sirac on 3/30/2004 2:46:37 AM
Thx man, glad you enjoyed, belatedly or otherwise.
And the author you're thinking of is George R R Martin, and yep Id also recommend the series to anyone who hasnt read it...fantastic writer, probably in my top 3 if I could ever choose just 3. First novel is 'A Game of Thrones'.
As for more of my writing...I dont get the time really...work and RL stuff plus Vives every spare minute limits my time. I love to write but have to devote the right amount of time and energy to it ... |
| 18. | The romancing of Muga Bugbreath...
Posted by Sirac on 4/25/2004 6:18:50 AM
The powerful frame of the orcish warrior settled ever deeper into the pungent pile of refuse that was to be her bed for this night. It had been a good day for Muga...she had taken a significant step closer to finding her lord; she had fought and vanquished a new prey, huge giants whose hearts filled her with vigor when consumed; she had washed down those hearts with a prodigious amount of ale; finally she had found a warm and comfortable resting place to sleep and enjoy her dreams of fire and ... |
| 19. | Muga Bugbreath, the beginning of a new chapter.
Posted by Sirac on 4/28/2004 8:57:00 AM
It had been many years since Muga had last seen her lord. She had done all he asked of her, and more. She was strong now. Mayhaps not the strongest in the land, but strong nonetheless. She had learnt much, even the most stupid of the elves and humans had occasionally taught Muga a few things, afore they died. She had feasted on countless hearts, including some of the largest in the lands. And the priestesses of Naruth, well they had proven the most enlightening by far. But still her lord had ... |
| 20. | Muga Bugbreath, the beginning of a new chapter. pt2
Posted by Sirac on 4/29/2004 6:57:49 AM
((as per the above disclaimer, lots of (un)necessary violence and torture in this bit. I dont 'think' its too vivid but just be aware please before reading))
Muga entered the interior of the volcano with a relieved sigh, glad to be away from the perpetual rain. With a casual shrug she tossed the body to the floor, just as the invisibility spell finally wore off. The entire group shared Muga’s relieved expression, and Pyrrha walked over to the body with a cold smile on her face and ... |
| 21. | The testing of the four
Posted by Sirac on 5/5/2004 6:52:52 AM
The sun was yet to crest the hills outside of Midor, yet the city thrummed with life already. The merchants were setting up their stalls, and many people hurried to and fro, some just arising and some on their way to much needed rest. And it was here, at the gates to the city, that the quartet sought to commence the next stage of their quest in search of Muga’s father…Lord Flaarghain…Brimscale. All one and the same being.
They had the location to begin their search. And awaited only ... |
| 22. | Re: The testing of the four (the conclusion)
Posted by Sirac on 5/10/2004 2:24:54 PM
Soapie looked up at her companions, her bemused expression an accurate reflection of the looks on all their faces. “Did I over do tha 'alflin courage'?” she enquired of her companions, looking around at the familiar locale of the icy vale inn.
“Was that a dream?” asked Pyrrha, sounding equally disoriented and confused.
“I 'ad yer fer dead!” the innkeeper interjected, a stunned look upon his face "ya bin gone for hours! Then ya come back…good as new...I’z ne'er seen ... |
| 23. | Muga's coming of age (the end!!!)
Posted by Sirac on 5/19/2004 11:58:02 AM
It was hot, some would say unbearably so. The sun sent forth its unchecked fury, cracking the very earth with its power. All that were susceptible to its heat had long since sought shelter…for these were the desert lands, and midday was no time to be abroad for most. As such, the two figures clad in full plate mail were a somewhat incongruous sight. They ran up and down the sandy dunes, no sweat gleamed upon their foreheads, no sign was evinced that they even felt the heat, beyond maybe the ... |
| 24. | Re: Ilyana Fiirhaart - Part Eight The End (or the beginning)
Posted by Sirac on 3/13/2020 1:50:24 PM
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| 25. | Re: It's in the bag.
Posted by Sirac on 3/13/2020 1:43:58 PM
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