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first leg of the journey. [Jun. 16th, 2004|02:55 pm]
the Unfinished Party
cthonicefulgnce
I woke this morning unsure of what was to come, while my psyche is a familiar and easily traversed place I had no concept of how one might enter the mind of another. After entering a meditative state we were thrust into a limbotic plane wich used all elements to slow our travel, but with inerpeace we were able to overcome the ravages of that place. We walked through a forest untill we came to a bridge on wich the wind was fierce and sand pelted us and once again we persevered to find ourselves on a hiltop overlooking a village. To our left stood bloodbath at the height of an elder elemental, to the right stood brother no larger than a man, behind them stood hordes of like minded warriors, or barbarians or angels or ogres apropriatley. It became readily apparent that there was a war at hand , and that we might tip the scales of victory.I am torn while I detest the measure of bloodbaths methods I respect his conviction as well he is by far less removed from the earth than his counterpart who although less destructive is still an extreeme that I would find ... unsettling. Truth be told if there were one at either extreeme to win the war I would be dissapointed. So I trust in blanance with minikins and ripclaws help we were able to convince them into a one on one battle, my hope was that they might fight to a stand still, the barbarian would have to see that the light gives as much strength as the dark, and the monk might see that redemption is not the ultimate goal. My trust was betrayed when brother overcame the brute , and the violence that bloodbath had wrought, consumed him. I hope that balance can be atained despite the setbacks. After that fiasco we were met with yet another bridge more vicous than the first we made it and arived at a familiar monastery, at least for the dragon it was. as I hear it the group had the honor of witnessing brothers first kill, a group of snoty kids . I was not present I had taken one of the agressors deeper into the monastery in hopes that a fair punishment would quell bloodbaths rage, I met with master and wellll to put it shortly the pious types are starting to bug me, their all knowing atimatums will be less than stomachable in the coming days. Oh and I have witnessed the next bridge .................................................... I am not at all pleased with the progression of our passages.
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(no subject) [Jun. 16th, 2004|12:45 pm]
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cthonicefulgnce
I need a yes or no on a feat out of quintesential druid

Resilient wildshape: when subjected to a dispel effect or an antimagic field you may make a concentration check dc 20 to retain your form, in cases of antimagic fields the check is made once per round.

and now that I think about it how does an antimagic field affect a shapeshifter... I have no true form to revert to
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FOUND IT THIS IS OLD BY THE WAY [Jun. 12th, 2004|09:11 pm]
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jargonchipmunk
[mood |crazycrazy]

RipClaw SunSoar entry #1
...and lemme tell ya something. more than one thwomp stick is needed in a party our size. Luckily some of our characters are on their way to BECOMING said thwompers, but for now we have one big meat shield/stick depending on day, and no real healers to speak of. sadly I myself spent last night (or most of it) being the healer for the party, because I was the only one who bought anything to heal people with, recognising the obvious lack of healers amongst us. I think if you add up the math, several members of our party were extremely useful last night, the thwomp stick for obvious reasons; myself for my healing?(I am a pseudo-dragon sorceror) capacity, uriah's beasties provided a good distraction for the golems; and our bard sang a wonderful seranade to inspire us all to victory. the ummmm.... theifee type person we met kind of disappeared for most of the fight, only showing back up to reveal what treasures she went and looted while we were all in mid-combat, adding, "They're all mine." Don't know how much I trust someone who won't help out the only thing between her and the baddies. She did, however, become visible long enough to try to stab the HUGE STONE THING with her little dagger in his HUGE STONE DICK! (,....ummmmm... didn't work) At any rate I'll give her a little while before I start persuading (ever so slightly) the behemoth to use her as a swinging weapon of some sort. At the very least we can find out what all she's been hoarding from the party. I fell asleep, and woke up with this strange feeling I never had before. I notice powers have emerged I didn't know were there. I'll have to experiment. :-)

P.S. Bloodbath and I will have to figure out who those bastards were that got the drop on us in the woods that day. These other fellows seem to be helping out, so I guess they're ok by me. Except for maybe that slinky gal. I've gotta keep one eye open while I sleep around her. She takes my necklace, and I'm finding her later on.
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waking up and realising... I'm not who I am anymore. [Jun. 12th, 2004|08:29 pm]
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jargonchipmunk
[mood |hungryhungry]
[music |the bards singing something in his sleep...]

It would seem that I cannot remember who I am anymore. I feel more human than dragon, though the blood still courses through my veins. I can still recollect bits and pieces of my clutch, and even less of my time afterwards. Never seeming to find a place where I fit in, and always hearing a strange calling towards someplace far distant, I knew it was best for me to leave. It has been quite a journey to where I have ended up and many whom I left behind so many years ago would be envious of my newfound talents. Some, I'm sure would be angry with me at seeing my strange magnetism towards all things human. It started with just one, and it would seem that that was enough. That is, until someone or something, started hunting us. Playing with us. Brother/bloodbath has aided me well over the past few years helping me to achieve more and more massive amounts of this power which I have felt so much of a calling for. It would seem that now I have reached a level of power which allows me to finally be able to help out in return. Where does that leave us? He has been ever increasingly unstable of late, and I have decided as newly appointed "leader" of this rag tag band of miscreants that we as companions should do something to help. After all, not one of us has ever raised a voice to stop Bloodbath OR Brother from helping us in time of need. Nor have we been put out by his seemingly endless connections with the higher ups from wherever we go. It is time for us to help in return. I know not what will come of this, but the journey must be taken by all if it is to bring us closer together. Otherwise, it may only serve to sunder our loyalties further. If anyone should find this book, know this. Here wrote one of the luckiest (and most magical) pseudo-dragons to have walked the planet. I should cease to waste paper on these fanciful jottings, and return to my studies. I can feel more and more of this power creeping up on me, and I would not miss any of it for all the gold the dwarves forgot.
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Ia Ilterenooma [Jun. 10th, 2004|05:38 pm]
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cthonicefulgnce
we have been at the catheedral for four days now waiting for Cora and Draven to be resurected . The reason for their death is bloodbath's dilemma, they saw fit to confront him rather abruptly and caused him to fly into an uncontrolable rage. In the aftermath of their mistep I fled, it was not my place to intervene in the consequence of their actions but I am glad that the cost was not permanent. Cora I can forgive, her time with us has been short as well as hurried leaving not but a whispers time for realizing the depth of the situation. I however wonder now as to the clerics resolve in matters of our group. This haphazard flock is strange, but powerfull and I can see great things by perseverence in this path. After meeting with Xavier the pontiff of this place, Brother and Ripclaw met with Master and had some discussion as to his condition. Ripclaw has proposed that we enter bloodbaths psyche all though I'm not completley clear as to the goal of such an endeavour it will help him find balance. I dont belive my abilites such as they are will be of much use in the coming days, I will ask one of the mages if he can help me visit my mother. She should still have the vestments of my acencion and I should need them. this group needs no more monsters but perhaps I can give them something as a priest.
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(no subject) [Jun. 10th, 2004|09:26 am]
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darker_dreams
[mood |awake]

this journal has kinda fallen by the wayside. maybe a more tangible incentive to post than the increased xp in game that was happening;

each post here, background or current, will be rated as worthy of xp. probably 500-1000 xp. hopefully enough to make it worthwhile, especially if you're looking at making magic items or that last push to get a level.

I'll comment/delete on such posts with how many xp, so anyone with e-mail comments set up will get that value in their e-mail box. ...
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The path begins here [Apr. 21st, 2004|09:34 am]
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cthonicefulgnce
[mood |crankycranky]

"barkeep , best elven ale ya got".... I really dont have much better to do now than get drunk .I suppose I could move on to a new grove but I've already lost enough. Ia's thoughts drifted to the death of alain. He had been aprentacing under her father for almost a year then. he was an odd human who exceld in his craft to near elven standards. There was a precision in him wich permeated all aspects of his life, it was this that took her off guard all those years ago. Dedication was also one of his virtues, the one wich would be his downfall. she would never forgive her parents or the craft for what had happened then . Of course for an elf those wounds are as fresh as yesterday.
The bar was bustling as usual but Ia was lost in own thoughts . Consaquintly she didnt even notice when he sat down. A man about 5'6 in dark robe.
" whats an elven druid want in a tavern like this child" his words were sharp
"child? human you are all children in my presence and my wants are non of yor concern" Ia had grown a dragons skin in the aftermath recent events.
" Oh but I believe they are, You see I'm something of a sage, and a druid in a bar has a story to tell."
Perhaps it was the ale, or maybe the weight of her thoughts but in a moment she had relayed them all. and was now wondering were this was going.
" well child if you would like my opinion there is only one thing that kills a dragon without fail and thats a bigger dragon."
" Really well then I'm off to get my spare dragon why didn't I think of that sooner thank you" Ia laughed as she slid from the stool and made her way for the door.
the man was there before ia could realize. bumpping into him she warned that she was not in the mood for bullshit and it would be best for him to step aside. He just grined
" No tricks child. I know of a way you could attain the power of a dragon."
and so was Ia sent on the way of the shapechanger, wandering the world in search of a form wich would rival that
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2004|09:22 pm]
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darker_dreams
[mood |busy]
[music |Rolling stones - Paint It Black - platoon b in vietnam theme (3:48)]

I have story ideas, however the ideas mean I need background...

how about an update from someone (or everyone?)
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2004|08:40 am]
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cthonicefulgnce
[mood |curiouscurious]


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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2004|07:41 pm]
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cthonicefulgnce
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ahmm its kinda huge .... new pretties for my shapeshifter :)
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