PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

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PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

by Calithlin Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:35 pm

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8372603330420559198

Go to that website! Watch that movie! Spore (TM) could be the best thing ever! Start out as a single cell, then edit yourself through evolution and end up conquering a galaxy of millions of in-game planets!!! OMG THERE ARE ALGARYTHEMS IN THERE THAT MUST BE HUNDRDS OF PAGES LONG! LOOK AT IT NOW!

Calithlin: Council Titan; Number of posts : 56
Age : 32
Location : Everywhere and nowhere...
Registration date : 2008-01-16

Character sheet
Fantasy: Name: Calithlin 'Plague-Bringer' Title: Claims to be a general. Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 6ft 3in Weight: 179 Age: Unknown Hair: Dark brown. Facial Hair: Clean-shaven goatee Eyes: Emerald green. Build: Average, slightly more on the muscular side. Complexion: Slightly pale skin. Voice: Commanding and prideful. Weapons: Soulfire Longsword: Large Claymore-looking weapon covered in small flaming runes of a mysterious language. The sword ignites when in combat and has a chance to catch an enemy on fire upon contact. Simple Crossbow: Decorated Crossbow with simple bolts. Clothes/Armor: Obsidian Infused Plate Armor: Full use unknown besides general protection, though on a sunny day the glare can be quite immense. Drape of Hatred: A black and purple designed cape that transfers the negative energies of hate into a powerful aura around the wearer. Rarely wears his skull-like helm. Other appearance: Long scar starting above right eyebrow, crossing over eye and down into right nostril. Alignment: Dark. Magical Abilities/Spells: Absorb health, Engulfing Darkness (Causes blindness), Shadow Step (Teleports 10-30m away), Summon skeleton, plague, Summon Lightning, Embolden, and instill fear. Personality: Commanding and full of pride. Always prepaired to lead. Strengths: Tactical and complacent. Great leader. Weaknesses: Stubborn. No known physical weaknesses. Fears: Losing his power. Dislikes: Those who do not follow him, those who trick him, and those who betray him.
Sci-fi: Star Wars: Name: Calithlin, Surname unknown. Title: Unknown, thought to be dark jedi. Gender: Male Race: Zabrak Height: 5ft 10in Weight: 149 Age: 33 Hair: N/A, Brown/Black horns. Facial Hair: N/A Eyes: Sickly-yellow Build: Slender Complexion: Grey skin with black tattoos. Voice: Irritated and drowsy, often 'bored' sounding unless important events unfold. Clothes: Dark grey trench-coat with tighter black robe underneath. Other appearance: Tattoos spread outward from center of face in jagged, bending points. Alignment: Presumed Dark Side DoB: Exact date unknown, assumed around 30 BBY Personality: Solemn and easily irritated. Takes time to get frustrated into action. gets joy out of correcting others and changing their personal views on the universe. Strengths: Proficient in several aspects of the force. Not many have known what he specializes in if at all. Weaknesses: Argumentative and stubborn. No known physical weaknesses. Fears: None openly known. Dislikes: Arrogance, wastefulness, and those who kill just for the sake of killing. Background: Not openly known, Calithlin is very to himself and reveals little of his past.
Wild: Name:"The High Lord" true name unknown. Title: Council Titan/The High Lord of Might. Gender: Male. Race: Near-Human. Height: 8ft 5in. Weight: 365 lb. Age: Unknown, older than 300 standard years. Hair: Very dark brown. Facial Hair: neatly-trimmed moustache and goatee. Eyes: Dimly glowing red. Build: Immensely tall, fairly muscular. Complexion: Soot-like, gray, cracked skin, scars in various places. Voice: Bellowing and often slow-sounding. Clothes: Leather underclothes and thick, long cape. Other appearance: Large helm/crown mixture with long points. Weapons: Large two-handed great-sword of immense size: http://www.epic-fantasy.com/images/swords/swordoffreedom and a few other knives. Armor: Dark Spiked full-plate. Job/Class/Occupation: Council/Head of the House of Might. Type of magic: Dark. DoB: Unknown. Personality: Stern and commanding; when he makes a demand, he expects it done in timely fashion. Always planning on how to keep his position... and then some... Strengths: Immense size, strength, and ability to tactically appraise nearly any situation. Weaknesses: Slightly slower mobility during fights, and very single-minded. Fears: Losing his position. Prejudices: Those who do not earn their place, and those who hamper progress. Background: Little is known about how "The High Lord" attained his current position and title. It is said that he has never been defeated during his tenure in the House of Might. Darker parts of his order whisper that he is the ancient Titan of Might incarnate, though he makes no such claims... partly because it has never been asked of him. The fact remains that for as long as running-historical accounts have been active within his house, they all say that he is and was the head of the order.

Re: PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

by JadeTrickster Sat Feb 16, 2008 12:19 pm

Wait a minute....you just found out about Spore?

JadeTrickster: Council Trickster; Number of posts : 118
Age : 31
Registration date : 2008-01-13

Character sheet
Fantasy: Name:Suerra Markand Gender:Male Race:Human Occupation:Wizard Weapons:Staff Of Ether-Allows the user to manipulate planar magic more easily; silver dagger Armor:Ring Of Protection-Creates a protective bubble around the wearer when activated. Other Items:Bag-filled with spellcasting supplies; Spellbook-written by himself; Traveling pack-contains a sleeping roll, an iron pot, steel & flint, assorted herbs for healing, assorted stew ingredients. Abilities:Can cast spells and is adept in the use of his dagger, herblore, and survival in the wilderness. Physical Features:Medium stature, light brown skin, dark brown hair. Personality:Cold and stony to strangers, fairly nice to friends. Has no patience for stupidity. History:He doesn't like to share his buisness or past with other people unless he trusts them. Spell List:Fireball; Featherfall; Lightning strike; Waterwalk, Mage Armor; Ensnare; Detect Poison; Shatter; Touch of stone; Levitate; Magical Chains; Open Lock; Stun; Dazzle; Charm.
Sci-fi: Name: Nefriit Huijari Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Northern Humans Class: Mage Appearance: Nefriit has deep green eyes, which always appear to be staring into the middle distance. His hair is cut a centimetre from his scalp, and is mahogany in colour. He has thin eyebrows the same colour as his hair, which he uses to illustrate points in conversation. His skin is the same shade as coffee with cream, and is almost free of blemish. The exception to this rule is the burn scar that covers his left cheek, as well as part of the left side of his mouth. This gives him the constant appearance of a half-smile, which lends a sense of humour to all of his expressions. He wears the same pair of clothing every day, using magic to clean both it and himself. This outfit is composed of a jade-coloured shirt and moss green pants. The shirt is a perfect fit, so as to allow maximum dexterity. The pants are constructed in the same way, but they are tight at the ankles; whereas the shirt sleeves are not. His fingers are long and thin, providing an interesting juxtaposition to his larger than average palms. He wears sturdy shoes, which he repairs using magic whenever necessary. He wears socks, which many consider unusual. The socks match the colour of the shoes, that of sunburnt leather. The shirt, pants, shoes, socks, and underwear; are all made of soft and sturdy cloth, made from plant fibre. He has all of his teeth, and they are all white; and his nails are kept short but otherwise untouched. He has muscles, but nothing special, only what one would get over years of walking. He carries no weapons, but then again he doesn’t really need them. He has a backpack that he uses to carry assorted oddities and bric-a-brac, but since he uses magic to create food and water for himself and anyone who asks. Personality: Nefriit is cheerful whenever possible, the only exception being when he has to resort to . He believes that everyone has a spark of good within them, but that those few who do evil do so because they’ve become convinced their actions are justified. Occasionally, upon encountering any severe injustice; he stops it and then broods on his duties to the world. Nefriit never broods around others, as he doesn’t want to add to any sorrow they might be feeling. He is a very serious soul, and takes many injustices as personal sorrows. While this might not exactly be healthy, it is how he was raised and he stands by it. He values integrity and compassion highly and daily strives to attain greater heights of both. While he doesn’t force others to follow his morals, he won’t allow anything he considers immoral to occur. Rather than steal, he suggests asking permission. Rather than kill, he suggests binding their ability to do harm. Another large part of him is his sense of humour, which many find hard to understand. This doesn’t stop him from making obscure jokes that he’s picked up in his travels. One of his less than savoury qualities is his all-encompassing arrogance, and he’s been referred to as a know-it-all more than once. As such, he often makes people feel like he knows what’s best for them, and only really good ideas seem better than his own. History: Nefriit was born in the trade city of Kotimaa, to two parents and an older brother. His parents held the timeless beliefs in the powers of a name; and so assigned to him a twofold name: that of the arrogant, beautiful, breathtakingly powerful Nefriit; and that of the caring, persistent, and ugly Huijari. Knowledge of his name came at a young age, and he was proud of his first name. His second name provided only confusion and questions that clouded his young mind. Did his parents hope that he would be kind and caring, as well as beautiful and powerful? Or did they simply wish to give him food for thought? Regardless, in his mind he loved his parents fiercely and they returned the favour. His brother, older by barely a year, was given a name that was never explained to Nefriit. Vend Tryggur was that name, and Nefriit spent some of his younger years wondering what his brothers’ name meant. Three years after he was born his sister was born, and she and Nefriit got off to a rocky start. This was due to the fact that Nefriit attempted to sell her to a pair of passing Techie Elves; who almost bought her. Her name was Soră Bahagia, and her name was never explained to him either. After this rocky start his arrogance grew, as he believed that he was ultimate in the world. Everything he did took little effort for him, so he didn’t value anything, including his siblings. One thing he did put effort into was science, and he constantly did reckless experiments after the tradition of the Techie Elves. His father, Tėvas Terhormat; and his mother, Ibunu Szeretet; cautioned against such behavior. Like most children though, Nefriit would have to learn his lesson alone to stop experiments. At the tender age of 11, he gave himself a severe burn on the face. His sister had been dabbling in the magical arts of healing, and repaid his long years of mistreatment with the healing of his face. She prevented his , but her lack of any real training caused a permanent scar to form on his face. While he could have had it removed at any time by a trained Healer; he left it. His parents, though hesitant, stood by his decision. All of the other children felt comfortable showing their true feelings for him now that he wasn’t protected by his beauty; but he honestly didn’t care. He came to realize that he was cruel to his siblings, and decided to change that. His siblings forgave for his years of abuse rapidly, and he was ashamed (though no less arrogant). At 13 years old, his parents felt that they should show their children a place of peace and learning; and as they all had an interest in magic there was only one place to go. Burtai, the land of the centaurs and the Makara; where Soră, Vend, and Nefriit could learn their respective magical disciplines. The journey in one direction took a full year with favorable currents, so they traded all of their non-portable belongings away for long-lasting food and fresh water. His father won passage on the Jūra Viajante; a centaur ship; by challenging the ships’ captain; Lyderis Gnista; to a friendly match. While his father got thoroughly crushed, the centaur admired his pluck and agreed to let them come along for the ride. The centaurs valued children greatly, and allowed them to run amok on the ship; making sure to keep them away from the edges. Nefriit was enthralled, and passed a dreamlike sea voyage where his only complaint was the similarity of the food (the centaurs had no mages, as they considered magic cheating). Topping the wonder of that journey was arriving at their destination. The giant plains of Burtai were filled with the legendary walking trees of the Makara. He and his family were introduced into a community of the bird-like beings with their many wings and lack of arms and legs. His sister was put in a class for healers and was quickly accepted, as 90% of the Makara children also wished to become healers. His brother was accepted as well, but into the care-givers who kept the tree upon which the Makara lived healthy. Nefriit was an odd case, as the custom of the Makara was to have only one offensive magic-user at a time. They put him under the care of Rozloha Geleerd, and he took on the semi-legendary status of his new master. Under the tutelage of that most powerful of Mages, Nefriit came to understand that magic is the very essence of life. Rozloha also explained that the Makara were conduits to this magic, and as such had nigh-on limitless power. Nefriit worked harder than ever in an attempt to gain this power, and came frustrated to his mentor at the age of 19. His mentor explained that this connection could not be taught, that only Makara could withstand this level of power. Nefriit challenged that verdict, questioning why the Makara were not rulers of the world if that was so. His mentor took Nefriit on a journey through magic itself, showing him the history of the Makara as it had been passed down from generation to generation. The Makara had only ever gone to war twice before, and they were one of the most long-lived races in the world. Both times had ended in tragedy for the enemies of the Makara; and their empathy caused them equal pain. Nefriit was unsure this was correct, but continued to train under his mentor. Upon reaching 22, he and his family decided to head back to Xuitea, if only for a visit. One year later they came into sight of the continent and their first sight was a golden light in the distance. They thought it a good omen until they made it to shore and heard the tales there. Nefriit then departed, searching the land for some way to fight back the tide of Divinity. It is five years later, and he is no closer to finding what he seeks. Stats: Vigor-10 Soul-110 Reflex-1 Prowess-1 Fortitude-1 Might-16 Presence-1 Will-1 Discipline-1 Active Abilities: Pending Triggered Abilities: Pending Passive Abilities: Pending
Wild: Name:The JadeTrickster Gender:Male Race:Human Occupation:Council Trickster Weapons:The Jade Staff-a staff made by himself. It enhances his already consider able magical prowess, allowing him to slightly alter spells cast within a 15 foot radius of the staff (as long as the staff is within 10 feet of himself). Armor:Jade Cloak-Although all of his clothing is made with a more flexible version of the material his staff is made of, the cloak is the only one with additional powers. The cloak (made by himself)enhances his powers of deception, making it impossible to discover his tricks by all but the most powerful detection spells. Other Items:Spellbook-written by himself; Traveling pack-contains a sleeping roll, an iron pot, steel & flint, assorted herbs for healing, assorted stew ingredients, various tools of his trade. Abilities:Can cast spells and is adept in the use of his staff, trickery, and herblore. Physical Features:Medium stature, light brown skin, dark brown hair. Personality:Enigmatic, enjoys life. History:Was nominated Council Trickster after his exemplary performance in the Anhing incident. Not much is known about his life before the House of Trickery. Spell List:Illusion; Jade Slowfall; Sirens' Song; Jade Waterwalk, Command; Ensnare; Detect Poison; Jade Shatter; Bewilder; Levitate; Magical Chains; Open Lock; Stun; Dazzle; Charm.

Re: PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

by Calithlin Sat Feb 16, 2008 4:00 pm

Nah, ive known about it, but I haven't seen the full GDC video until recently.

Calithlin: Council Titan; Number of posts : 56
Age : 32
Location : Everywhere and nowhere...
Registration date : 2008-01-16

Character sheet
Fantasy: Name: Calithlin 'Plague-Bringer' Title: Claims to be a general. Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 6ft 3in Weight: 179 Age: Unknown Hair: Dark brown. Facial Hair: Clean-shaven goatee Eyes: Emerald green. Build: Average, slightly more on the muscular side. Complexion: Slightly pale skin. Voice: Commanding and prideful. Weapons: Soulfire Longsword: Large Claymore-looking weapon covered in small flaming runes of a mysterious language. The sword ignites when in combat and has a chance to catch an enemy on fire upon contact. Simple Crossbow: Decorated Crossbow with simple bolts. Clothes/Armor: Obsidian Infused Plate Armor: Full use unknown besides general protection, though on a sunny day the glare can be quite immense. Drape of Hatred: A black and purple designed cape that transfers the negative energies of hate into a powerful aura around the wearer. Rarely wears his skull-like helm. Other appearance: Long scar starting above right eyebrow, crossing over eye and down into right nostril. Alignment: Dark. Magical Abilities/Spells: Absorb health, Engulfing Darkness (Causes blindness), Shadow Step (Teleports 10-30m away), Summon skeleton, plague, Summon Lightning, Embolden, and instill fear. Personality: Commanding and full of pride. Always prepaired to lead. Strengths: Tactical and complacent. Great leader. Weaknesses: Stubborn. No known physical weaknesses. Fears: Losing his power. Dislikes: Those who do not follow him, those who trick him, and those who betray him.
Sci-fi: Star Wars: Name: Calithlin, Surname unknown. Title: Unknown, thought to be dark jedi. Gender: Male Race: Zabrak Height: 5ft 10in Weight: 149 Age: 33 Hair: N/A, Brown/Black horns. Facial Hair: N/A Eyes: Sickly-yellow Build: Slender Complexion: Grey skin with black tattoos. Voice: Irritated and drowsy, often 'bored' sounding unless important events unfold. Clothes: Dark grey trench-coat with tighter black robe underneath. Other appearance: Tattoos spread outward from center of face in jagged, bending points. Alignment: Presumed Dark Side DoB: Exact date unknown, assumed around 30 BBY Personality: Solemn and easily irritated. Takes time to get frustrated into action. gets joy out of correcting others and changing their personal views on the universe. Strengths: Proficient in several aspects of the force. Not many have known what he specializes in if at all. Weaknesses: Argumentative and stubborn. No known physical weaknesses. Fears: None openly known. Dislikes: Arrogance, wastefulness, and those who kill just for the sake of killing. Background: Not openly known, Calithlin is very to himself and reveals little of his past.
Wild: Name:"The High Lord" true name unknown. Title: Council Titan/The High Lord of Might. Gender: Male. Race: Near-Human. Height: 8ft 5in. Weight: 365 lb. Age: Unknown, older than 300 standard years. Hair: Very dark brown. Facial Hair: neatly-trimmed moustache and goatee. Eyes: Dimly glowing red. Build: Immensely tall, fairly muscular. Complexion: Soot-like, gray, cracked skin, scars in various places. Voice: Bellowing and often slow-sounding. Clothes: Leather underclothes and thick, long cape. Other appearance: Large helm/crown mixture with long points. Weapons: Large two-handed great-sword of immense size: http://www.epic-fantasy.com/images/swords/swordoffreedom and a few other knives. Armor: Dark Spiked full-plate. Job/Class/Occupation: Council/Head of the House of Might. Type of magic: Dark. DoB: Unknown. Personality: Stern and commanding; when he makes a demand, he expects it done in timely fashion. Always planning on how to keep his position... and then some... Strengths: Immense size, strength, and ability to tactically appraise nearly any situation. Weaknesses: Slightly slower mobility during fights, and very single-minded. Fears: Losing his position. Prejudices: Those who do not earn their place, and those who hamper progress. Background: Little is known about how "The High Lord" attained his current position and title. It is said that he has never been defeated during his tenure in the House of Might. Darker parts of his order whisper that he is the ancient Titan of Might incarnate, though he makes no such claims... partly because it has never been asked of him. The fact remains that for as long as running-historical accounts have been active within his house, they all say that he is and was the head of the order.

Re: PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

by JadeTrickster Sat Feb 16, 2008 4:20 pm

Ah, well then.

JadeTrickster: Council Trickster; Number of posts : 118
Age : 31
Registration date : 2008-01-13

Character sheet
Fantasy: Name:Suerra Markand Gender:Male Race:Human Occupation:Wizard Weapons:Staff Of Ether-Allows the user to manipulate planar magic more easily; silver dagger Armor:Ring Of Protection-Creates a protective bubble around the wearer when activated. Other Items:Bag-filled with spellcasting supplies; Spellbook-written by himself; Traveling pack-contains a sleeping roll, an iron pot, steel & flint, assorted herbs for healing, assorted stew ingredients. Abilities:Can cast spells and is adept in the use of his dagger, herblore, and survival in the wilderness. Physical Features:Medium stature, light brown skin, dark brown hair. Personality:Cold and stony to strangers, fairly nice to friends. Has no patience for stupidity. History:He doesn't like to share his buisness or past with other people unless he trusts them. Spell List:Fireball; Featherfall; Lightning strike; Waterwalk, Mage Armor; Ensnare; Detect Poison; Shatter; Touch of stone; Levitate; Magical Chains; Open Lock; Stun; Dazzle; Charm.
Sci-fi: Name: Nefriit Huijari Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Northern Humans Class: Mage Appearance: Nefriit has deep green eyes, which always appear to be staring into the middle distance. His hair is cut a centimetre from his scalp, and is mahogany in colour. He has thin eyebrows the same colour as his hair, which he uses to illustrate points in conversation. His skin is the same shade as coffee with cream, and is almost free of blemish. The exception to this rule is the burn scar that covers his left cheek, as well as part of the left side of his mouth. This gives him the constant appearance of a half-smile, which lends a sense of humour to all of his expressions. He wears the same pair of clothing every day, using magic to clean both it and himself. This outfit is composed of a jade-coloured shirt and moss green pants. The shirt is a perfect fit, so as to allow maximum dexterity. The pants are constructed in the same way, but they are tight at the ankles; whereas the shirt sleeves are not. His fingers are long and thin, providing an interesting juxtaposition to his larger than average palms. He wears sturdy shoes, which he repairs using magic whenever necessary. He wears socks, which many consider unusual. The socks match the colour of the shoes, that of sunburnt leather. The shirt, pants, shoes, socks, and underwear; are all made of soft and sturdy cloth, made from plant fibre. He has all of his teeth, and they are all white; and his nails are kept short but otherwise untouched. He has muscles, but nothing special, only what one would get over years of walking. He carries no weapons, but then again he doesn’t really need them. He has a backpack that he uses to carry assorted oddities and bric-a-brac, but since he uses magic to create food and water for himself and anyone who asks. Personality: Nefriit is cheerful whenever possible, the only exception being when he has to resort to . He believes that everyone has a spark of good within them, but that those few who do evil do so because they’ve become convinced their actions are justified. Occasionally, upon encountering any severe injustice; he stops it and then broods on his duties to the world. Nefriit never broods around others, as he doesn’t want to add to any sorrow they might be feeling. He is a very serious soul, and takes many injustices as personal sorrows. While this might not exactly be healthy, it is how he was raised and he stands by it. He values integrity and compassion highly and daily strives to attain greater heights of both. While he doesn’t force others to follow his morals, he won’t allow anything he considers immoral to occur. Rather than steal, he suggests asking permission. Rather than kill, he suggests binding their ability to do harm. Another large part of him is his sense of humour, which many find hard to understand. This doesn’t stop him from making obscure jokes that he’s picked up in his travels. One of his less than savoury qualities is his all-encompassing arrogance, and he’s been referred to as a know-it-all more than once. As such, he often makes people feel like he knows what’s best for them, and only really good ideas seem better than his own. History: Nefriit was born in the trade city of Kotimaa, to two parents and an older brother. His parents held the timeless beliefs in the powers of a name; and so assigned to him a twofold name: that of the arrogant, beautiful, breathtakingly powerful Nefriit; and that of the caring, persistent, and ugly Huijari. Knowledge of his name came at a young age, and he was proud of his first name. His second name provided only confusion and questions that clouded his young mind. Did his parents hope that he would be kind and caring, as well as beautiful and powerful? Or did they simply wish to give him food for thought? Regardless, in his mind he loved his parents fiercely and they returned the favour. His brother, older by barely a year, was given a name that was never explained to Nefriit. Vend Tryggur was that name, and Nefriit spent some of his younger years wondering what his brothers’ name meant. Three years after he was born his sister was born, and she and Nefriit got off to a rocky start. This was due to the fact that Nefriit attempted to sell her to a pair of passing Techie Elves; who almost bought her. Her name was Soră Bahagia, and her name was never explained to him either. After this rocky start his arrogance grew, as he believed that he was ultimate in the world. Everything he did took little effort for him, so he didn’t value anything, including his siblings. One thing he did put effort into was science, and he constantly did reckless experiments after the tradition of the Techie Elves. His father, Tėvas Terhormat; and his mother, Ibunu Szeretet; cautioned against such behavior. Like most children though, Nefriit would have to learn his lesson alone to stop experiments. At the tender age of 11, he gave himself a severe burn on the face. His sister had been dabbling in the magical arts of healing, and repaid his long years of mistreatment with the healing of his face. She prevented his , but her lack of any real training caused a permanent scar to form on his face. While he could have had it removed at any time by a trained Healer; he left it. His parents, though hesitant, stood by his decision. All of the other children felt comfortable showing their true feelings for him now that he wasn’t protected by his beauty; but he honestly didn’t care. He came to realize that he was cruel to his siblings, and decided to change that. His siblings forgave for his years of abuse rapidly, and he was ashamed (though no less arrogant). At 13 years old, his parents felt that they should show their children a place of peace and learning; and as they all had an interest in magic there was only one place to go. Burtai, the land of the centaurs and the Makara; where Soră, Vend, and Nefriit could learn their respective magical disciplines. The journey in one direction took a full year with favorable currents, so they traded all of their non-portable belongings away for long-lasting food and fresh water. His father won passage on the Jūra Viajante; a centaur ship; by challenging the ships’ captain; Lyderis Gnista; to a friendly match. While his father got thoroughly crushed, the centaur admired his pluck and agreed to let them come along for the ride. The centaurs valued children greatly, and allowed them to run amok on the ship; making sure to keep them away from the edges. Nefriit was enthralled, and passed a dreamlike sea voyage where his only complaint was the similarity of the food (the centaurs had no mages, as they considered magic cheating). Topping the wonder of that journey was arriving at their destination. The giant plains of Burtai were filled with the legendary walking trees of the Makara. He and his family were introduced into a community of the bird-like beings with their many wings and lack of arms and legs. His sister was put in a class for healers and was quickly accepted, as 90% of the Makara children also wished to become healers. His brother was accepted as well, but into the care-givers who kept the tree upon which the Makara lived healthy. Nefriit was an odd case, as the custom of the Makara was to have only one offensive magic-user at a time. They put him under the care of Rozloha Geleerd, and he took on the semi-legendary status of his new master. Under the tutelage of that most powerful of Mages, Nefriit came to understand that magic is the very essence of life. Rozloha also explained that the Makara were conduits to this magic, and as such had nigh-on limitless power. Nefriit worked harder than ever in an attempt to gain this power, and came frustrated to his mentor at the age of 19. His mentor explained that this connection could not be taught, that only Makara could withstand this level of power. Nefriit challenged that verdict, questioning why the Makara were not rulers of the world if that was so. His mentor took Nefriit on a journey through magic itself, showing him the history of the Makara as it had been passed down from generation to generation. The Makara had only ever gone to war twice before, and they were one of the most long-lived races in the world. Both times had ended in tragedy for the enemies of the Makara; and their empathy caused them equal pain. Nefriit was unsure this was correct, but continued to train under his mentor. Upon reaching 22, he and his family decided to head back to Xuitea, if only for a visit. One year later they came into sight of the continent and their first sight was a golden light in the distance. They thought it a good omen until they made it to shore and heard the tales there. Nefriit then departed, searching the land for some way to fight back the tide of Divinity. It is five years later, and he is no closer to finding what he seeks. Stats: Vigor-10 Soul-110 Reflex-1 Prowess-1 Fortitude-1 Might-16 Presence-1 Will-1 Discipline-1 Active Abilities: Pending Triggered Abilities: Pending Passive Abilities: Pending
Wild: Name:The JadeTrickster Gender:Male Race:Human Occupation:Council Trickster Weapons:The Jade Staff-a staff made by himself. It enhances his already consider able magical prowess, allowing him to slightly alter spells cast within a 15 foot radius of the staff (as long as the staff is within 10 feet of himself). Armor:Jade Cloak-Although all of his clothing is made with a more flexible version of the material his staff is made of, the cloak is the only one with additional powers. The cloak (made by himself)enhances his powers of deception, making it impossible to discover his tricks by all but the most powerful detection spells. Other Items:Spellbook-written by himself; Traveling pack-contains a sleeping roll, an iron pot, steel & flint, assorted herbs for healing, assorted stew ingredients, various tools of his trade. Abilities:Can cast spells and is adept in the use of his staff, trickery, and herblore. Physical Features:Medium stature, light brown skin, dark brown hair. Personality:Enigmatic, enjoys life. History:Was nominated Council Trickster after his exemplary performance in the Anhing incident. Not much is known about his life before the House of Trickery. Spell List:Illusion; Jade Slowfall; Sirens' Song; Jade Waterwalk, Command; Ensnare; Detect Poison; Jade Shatter; Bewilder; Levitate; Magical Chains; Open Lock; Stun; Dazzle; Charm.

Re: PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

by fire_elf20 Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:35 pm

looks good to me

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Registration date : 2008-02-01

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Fantasy: Name: Adrian Age20 Race: half drow Gender: Male Weapons(s): Rapier and katar Height: 5’7 Appearance long red hair, emerald eyes, lithe and athletic, a thin red beard kept short. History: The son of a rogue drow blade master, and a female human mage, Adrian grew up as an oddity in the land, for not only is he a half-elf but a half drow, inheriting his mothers height and hair and his fathers skin color, physical adeptness and grace. Adrian is graceful even for one of half-elven heritage. Adrian’s father trained him from a young age to be a master of the blade. His father captured by a drow raiding party when the found him defending the village. His mother was fatally injured in the raid and before she died she gave her son a great gift. She cast a spell granting him a drows long life making it so he can live to be upwards of 900 years old. After the funerals Adrian took what little he had left, his fathers Rapier and katar, his armor, a few of his mothers books, including one he wasn’t sure what it was… and set out to complete the task his mother set for him… revenge on the drow who took his father.
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Wild: Name:Atreyu Title: Gender:male Race:human Height: 6'4 Weight:280 Age:25 Hair:red Facial Hair:none Eyes:green Build:muscular athletic toned Complextion:tanned weather beaten Voice:rough from non use Clothes: favors a dark hooded cloak, black pants boots and shirt Other appearance: Weapons:natural weapons Armor:a very new and unknown armor used by the govt. Job/Class/Occupation; military ops Type of magic: DoB:5276 Personality:rough and a bit of an introvert Strengths:years of military training and as of yet unknown(by others) powers Weaknesses:hates being touched, lack of social skills Fears:being controlled by those in positions of power in the govt. Prejudices:civilians are always weak Background:An elite Special Forces operative trained in the ways of stealth, a natural killer. Has left the spoiled pampered ways of society behind favors wide open spaces forests ect...

Re: PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

by OkiePokie Sun Aug 24, 2008 12:04 am

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OkiePokie: Noob; Number of posts : 2
Age : 30
Location : Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Registration date : 2008-08-23

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Re: PERHAPS THE BEST GAME EVER!

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