WAKE THE HELL UP!

Brudi's here, i got plans, and i very well plan on seeing them through, either with a group behind me, or with a Black Bag over my shoulder full of severed arms and legs!!

Another announcement is soon to be made, but you know what, im not gonna entirely wait for it. The shit is gonna go down hard, and like this:

==taken from another forums, and will be also posted in AOC Forums shortly==

I am looking for those interested in participating as villains for an ongoing RP plotline in the following capacities:

• Hired mercenary soldiers and/or thugs (yes you will be paid for real in terms of game wealth)
• Hired assassins and spies (yes you will be paid for real in terms of game wealth)
• Sorcerers seeking infernal and/or necromantic occult knowledge (there will be at least one, overall, sorcerous goal to achieve involving research, journeys, rituals and other magicky doings)
• Priests of Set forsaking the 'traditional' non-proselytizing approach of the Priesthood who want a return of Stygia to empire as it was 1,000+ years before the 'Age of Conan'.
• Anyone else generally interested in taking a role in lawful evil villainy.

Those interested, please post here and include what sort of villainy you are most interested in being part of.

Ahoy me hearties!

RP Haven presents Pirate PVP Night in Tortage! Come eat, drink, be merry and experience the delight of lowbie PVP action this Monday, August 9, 2010.

Players will have the opportunity to join a pirate crew, engage in a white sands treasure hunt, and end the night with a mini game mini tournament.

When is this? Monday, August 9, 2010 beginning at 8:45PM EST, probably will last until 11:30 PM.

How do I get involved? Just level up, or bring your pirate toon (Max level is 19, but we recommend 18 so you don’t go over by accident) to the Tortage docks.* Or send a sweet whisper to “Captain” Hunghuej.

Itinerary: 8:45 – 9:30 Pirate Recruitment (RP by the docks, come join a crew and prove yer worth)

9:30 -10:15 Treasure hunt (Each Captain will lead their crew through White sands to find a treasure; don’t let the other crews stand in your way!)

10:30 11:45 PvP mini games

CAPTAINS!

The surface of the water is troubled. Silver glides through the pool of tears in great pain and sorrow. She opens her mind and consumes the liquid like a tonic, heightening her visionary command, sharpening her sight. Around her the waters fade and form shadows mingled with the cries of desperation and despair. The supernatural elements resonate and surround her here, and the shaman begins to see the scorched and barren sands of Kheshatta whose grains are tainted with darkening stain.

The vision unfolds and she listens to its distress. Harkening to the deep acumen, it reveals the spirit of the woman wondering the desert, her belly swollen with child. She cries out to the darkness and hears silence in answer. The woman stumbles to knee. The child comes. Silver wonders who calls to her spirit as she doubles in pain to labor the birthing of the One...

ok, after the first Haven Hosted raid, I think we should all give it another shot, make this a weekly thing for sure. For this reason i have saved my Dark Templar out for the whole week and will be leading all three tier one raids on Monday, 7/19, at around 7 pm PST.

Reasons are the same as neverlins. Ill go ahead and lead them, unless somebody else wants to, FFA on erping, jokes are allowed, girls no shirts. ;P

If you all would like, and i am totaly game to do this, we can have this be an IC raid, or OOC. IC would be a lot of fun, ill leave that open for response.

So Rsvp here just by commenting after it and lets have a fun monday night.

Come and Get the Mad LOOTZ!!

Greetings, and thank you for stopping by.

RP Haven will begin hosting Monday night RP Raids starting 12 July, 2010. Form up 8:45 EST, first pull 9:00 PM EST.

This is an opprotunity for the Rpers in guilds both large and small to get together once a week in an OOC atmosphere to chat in vent and get some loots!

This week, we plan on taking on T1 content, and moving up from there.  It's also placed at the end of the raiding week , as to not interfere with other guilds raid plans.

FEATURES:

Greetings to those of the Age of Conan role playing community!

I googled up AoC roleplay and was lead here, so I thought a "dedicated" site to role play would be the best place to ask my questions about the game, and its current RP status, etc.

Full Name: Rohierim
Nick Names:  Roh

Age: 27
Race: Aquilonian
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Light Tan
Height: 5' 5''
Weight:197 lbs

Place of Residence: I do like spending my down time on a bench in the common area of Old Tarantia.

Place of Birth: Old Tarantia
Known Relatives: Mother Celia

Group/Guild Association: Cymbrogi
Guild Rank: Knight, Patrol Leader, Recruiter

Religion/Philosophy: Praise the Mitra for the strength given to me!
Occupation: Soldier/Guardian

Weapons of Choice:  Short Sword and Shield. Sometimes a spear does the job well.
Enemies: All followers of Lol.

Ok.  Posting a link here as well because things tend to get drowned out in the official forums.

Into the Sightless Vortex is open for all to enjoy.

Thanks everyone!

>monk

God I hope I'm doing this right. This blog format thing...well...I are confuse.

Anyhow. I have rolled a new Khitan character...I have had much more fun with her in the few (19) levels I've hammered out than I would have expected. However, a little reading of the Mongoose book on Khitai suggests that to not be ostracised by polite society she'd need an okay from a husband or father to pursue her goals of sending suitable sacrifices to Yun and collecting little mementos from them with OCD zeal. While I could make either of those relatives up and have them conveniently absent, it would be even more fun to have a real person on the other end.

I do not care which role you'd want to fulfull -- hubby or daddy dearest -- and I do not care whether young/old, hot or not. You just gotta have the right plumbing (ICly...I don't give two hoots what your RL gender is) :D

Um. Stuff you'd need to keep in mind:

As I'm no longer playing AoC any more and it doesn't look like its likely I'll return, I'm opening the floor for volunteers to Moderate this site.  It won't cost you anything, nor do you need any serious technical skill (I'll still handle that side of things).  You will need to meet the following requirements:

• Actively playing Age of Conan
• Participating in the roleplaying community on Cimmeria or Wiccana (if there's one on another server, of course, I'm open!)
• Have an established history of being level-headed and/or not a polarizing figuring in the RP community.

Your duties, as a Moderater, will be to promote the website in AoC (forums and in-game), recruit RPers to join and write their journals and to handle any major problems or violations of the rules of the site (I may give some advice from time to time there, but I tend to be very hands-off when I've got a solid Moderator team going).

Full Name: Atrlion Baneheart
Nick Names:  Gladiator, Asuran.
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 35
Race: AQ/ Oriphain
Gender: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Yellow
Skin: Light Tan
Height: 5'11
Weight: 190 lbs

Full Name: Ago Mem
Nick Names:  Commonly goes by  Ryth. Has gone by Atrlion (dead brother) and Eulric Heartripper (cimmerian cover)
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 20
Race: AQ/ Oriphain
Gender: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Yellow
Skin: Light Tan
Height: 5.10
Weight:175 lbs

Place of Residence: None, has been known to stay at the Snake Head Inn on 'Bussiness'

Place of Birth: Potain
Known Relatives: Atrlion (deceased)

Group/Guild Association: The Brotherhood of Darkness, Shadow Eye.
Guild Rank: IC Eliminator, ooc officer.

Religion/Philosophy: N/A (khitain, need to research, however he was taught by the shadows of jade, so any help/info on this would be great.)
Occupation: Spy (Most common cover= Text Merchant)

Weapons of Choice:  One handed Sword,  Wrist Daggers (emergency use only) and Crossbow.
Enemies: Unknown

The Wedding Reception

The stink of the seashore loomed heavily in the humid night air as Neverlin took another long swig from the bottle of blackberry wine. Smacking his lips, he slunk against the side of an abandoned warehouse. He strained to keep his eyes open as the soporific effects of the sweet liquor dulled his senses.  Normally, he did not condone drinking to excess, being a firm believer in keeping one’s facilities optimal.

But it had been a particularly tough week and the life he led now seemed a grim caricature of the one he envisioned.  So he sighed and indulged himself with another swallow.

I'm currently fighting a war with some spammers who're getting past CAPTCHA.  I may have deleted an actual post or two by accident.  If you see a post of yours that's missing, please repost it!

The snow clung to the fiery curls of the man's beard like the most tenacious burrs or brambles.  The blue paint on his face had long since cracked and flaked to be nearly unrecognizable.  Had it once been a bird?  Hard to tell.  His thick furs held much of the winter's offal as did his gloved hands and large scabbard.  As he walked south through the swirling blizzard, he half hoped one woman had moved on and forgotten him... and half hoped she would be waiting to give him the worst tounge lashing he'd ever recieved...   A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth, and he trudged ever south... back toward civilization...

Everything was neat and elegant, just as he liked it.

The granite dining table set with a complete service of silver-gilt flatware, rich cut glass, and fine burgundy napkins of the softest silk. The Necromancer sat motionless at the head of the ornate table, his index fingers pressed to his lips in thought. The lengthy candles cradled in a pair of five-branched candelabras were burnt down to mere stubs.* Covered plates containing his favorite dish had long grown cold. He finally let out a long, disappointed sigh, resigning himself to the obvious.

That mendacious cunt had stood him up.

Full Name: Lora Ashly Cleo
Nick Names: Fox, Miss. Red, Puppet
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 25
Race: Stygian/ Chimerian
Gender: Female
Hair: Blond
Eyes: yellow
Skin: light brown
Height: 5.5
Weight:130lb

Place of Residence: Seen mostly in Kemi

Place of Birth: Stygia
Known Relatives: None

Group/Guild Association: Legion in flames, The Agency, Rose Scribes.
Guild Rank: n/a

Religion/Philosophy: Circle of life
Occupation: Ninja/ assassin

Weapon of Choice: Daggers
Enemies: Unknown
Likes:

Favorite foods: Squash
Favorite Drink: Mint tea
Favorite Color: Red
Dislikes: Know it alls
Hobbies: Clay work, Flute, exercising, and children’s games
Physical Features: Lora has markings of slave of set and portal of set along her body as well as a small tear drop size tattoo of a fox foot behind her left ear.

Next Wednesday, November 11th, the web server will come down in the morning for the installation of a new operating system.  If everything goes as expected, I plan for the site to be back up by noon.  I'll be working to backup everything over the next week, but you should likely go ahead and back up anything truly precious to you (if you don't already have a copy somewhere).  I fully expect everything to come back up as you see it now, but I don't want anyone to lose their creativity because of a technical error.

I plan to lock down RP-Haven during the day Tuesday so I can back up the database without people adding blogs and updating things, etc.

If you have any questions, reply here.

She awoke with a start. Something wasn’t right. “Keptah…” she breathed.


Sitting up in her bed, she looked out her open window into the night sky. She could see the stars, beautiful against the dark expanse. She could no longer feel his presence. He was gone.


She suddenly felt a strong sinking feeling in her chest. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She quickly cast a simple spell and realized that she was healthy. What could this feeling be? She had heard others talk of love sickness… but surely that could not be what this was. Then again… could it?

The Stygian High Council will convene in Nakeset Village to make preparations for war.  All high priests of recognized noble houses are asked to represent.

Satet-Ka

High Priest of Set

Hot Gardack Nights

A mosquito zipped and buzzed about the mammothskin tent, bumping up futilely against the soot covered ceiling searching for an escape.  Neverlin sighed, dabbing the moister from his forehead with a silk napkin and sunk deeper into an arrangement of satin pillows.  Even in the late evening the sticky hot weather was intolerable, and he was sweating like a virgin in the Pyramid of Ancients.  A pile of searing red coals in the center of the tent certainly didn’t help matters either. The mosquito dove towards him suddenly, perilously close, but still just out of the Necromancer’s grasp. With a blink, Neverlin snuffed the life force out of the tiny insect and watched it spiral downward onto the smoldering coals, incinerating it with a faint sizzle.

He really hated the swamps.

Is it possible to embed a chat room into the haven?

I think this would be a good place to do some lve event coordination.

*** After their run in with Amtexa from the Grey Knights, Keptah and
Cymera seek refuge in their Guild City of Hus in Poitain.  They walk to the large study in the Library.***

*** Keptah summons one of the students and instructs him to take Cymera to her room and ensure that she is comfortable.***

[Keptah]: "Cymera?"

[Cymera]: yes?

[Keptah]: "About the scene back there... You do know... that I never meant what I said... about you being nothing to me..."

[Cymera]: *she looks at him almost tenderly* i know that

[Keptah]: **He bows his head in respect.** "I just... was hoping you knew this... And I apologize for letting my anger get the best of me..."

[Cymera]: do not worry... it was justified... *she grimaces* amtexa turned out to be just like the others

[Keptah]: "You must understand..."

"Its fer the best..." 

Doc said as he trudged on through the snow.  He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than the horse he appeared to be talking to...

"She'll hate me... She'll move on... an' She'll be happy an' safe, right?" 

He pets the horse's mane, trying to calm himself.  It doesn't seem to be working.  He frowns and rubs his eyes as he continues to trudge uphill, moving farther and farther into the mountains.

"Its fer the best..."

((Leaving Iraq! :D Losing access to game for a bit D:  I'll keep checking on this from time to time... so if ya wanna keep contact, I'll try to check it out ;)  Love RPing with you guys, and as the governer of the great state of California once said.... I'll be back.))

[Keptah]: "Can you see it ahead of us?" **He asks Cymera**

[Cymera]: yes *she eyes him with a smirk because he looks to be hiding in the bushes*

[Keptah]: "What is it you see?"

[Keptah]: "I ask."

[Cymera]: i assume you are speaking of the ship

[Cymera]: *her eyebrow arches in interest*

[Keptah]: "And it is why you are incorrect, Cymera..."

[Cymera]: what is it you speak of then?

[Keptah]: "Death, war, souls to be left for wandering... Chaos... I see these things as mere objectives which we, meaning; you and I, must come to pass and complete... Together..."

[Keptah]: "You and I, we are one... United... We are legion, yet in two forms... Not one."

[Keptah]: "Twice as strong..."

[Keptah]: "My goals are yours."

[Keptah]: "And yours are mine..."