Critique Welcome

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==

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!!

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

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.

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?

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..."