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Play-By-Forum / Possible Doom RPG
« on: May 23, 2012, 17:39 »
Okay-this is still a work in progress, but I was browsing my old files and I came across a half-finished and assed copy of a text based Doom RPG-it had its own assortment of new weapons and gear. I'm planning on finishing it, and if anyone is interested, then go ahead and sign up. It was essentally my own version of the doom storyline: It told the story of the Marine sqaud that was sent in doom 1 to investigate the loss of contact from phobos base, only once inside, shit flew. They took heavy losses, leaving only a handful survivors to report what had transpired. This group eventally found eividence of UAC experiments. Unfortunately I didn't exactly finish this story, due to time and family issues. I'm picking it up again, so if any of you are interested, just drop me a line.
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0.9.9.6 / [U|68%|3|YASD] Fuckin' cheap kill
« on: April 12, 2012, 12:59 »--------------------------------------------------------------
DoomRL (v.0.9.9.6G) roguelike post-mortem character dump
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Gunner, level 2 Former Human Lance Corporal Marine,
was splayed by a hell knight on level 3 of the Phobos base.
He survived 10424 turns and scored 9429 points.
He played for 5 minutes and 23 seconds.
He was a man of Ultra-Violence!
He killed 45 out of 66 hellspawn. (68%)
-- Special levels --------------------------------------------
Levels generated : 11
Levels visited : 0
Levels completed : 0
-- Awards ----------------------------------------------------
None
-- Graveyard -------------------------------------------------
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###########################################################Fucking Hell Knights jumped me from three different directons....[thelaptop: Added mortem tags for you this time. =)]
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Play-By-Forum / Re: Doom: The Text Adventure
« on: April 11, 2012, 16:14 »
"Nice freaking fence."
Examine self then look around.
Examine self then look around.
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Off Topic / Re: Bad day all around....
« on: April 11, 2012, 16:10 »
I've got a few of the no-blues-I ain't got no job, and no eduaction. But I've got some money saved up...so I'm not off that badly-yet...
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Play-By-Forum / Re: Doom: The Text Adventure
« on: April 09, 2012, 12:56 »
I'd arm the shotgun, and hope I can blast the hell out of the Helltouched.
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Off Topic / Bad day all around....
« on: April 09, 2012, 12:52 »
Let me ask you all something-you ever have one of those increadably good days, where every day goes right and you have almost nothing go wrong and your increadably relaxed?
This wasn't one of them.
I was turning over the dirt in a garden I had dug recently, and guess what? I broke both the hoe-it's head came off when I was breaking up the large peices of dirt I had dug-and the shovel, which I have no fucking clue how I managed it. Digging gardens sucks.
This wasn't one of them.
I was turning over the dirt in a garden I had dug recently, and guess what? I broke both the hoe-it's head came off when I was breaking up the large peices of dirt I had dug-and the shovel, which I have no fucking clue how I managed it. Digging gardens sucks.
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0.9.9.6 / [E|92%|14|YASD] Very first .6 mortem.
« on: March 28, 2012, 06:47 »
GH: Titled and mortem-tagged.
V. point whatever the hell six mortem
V. point whatever the hell six mortem
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DoomRL (v.0.9.9.6G) roguelike post-mortem character dump
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Lucas, level 7 Human Private Marine,
let an arachnotron get him on level 6 of the Deimos base.
He survived 79796 turns and scored 17223 points.
He played for 44 minutes and 34 seconds.
He was too young to die!
He killed 252 out of 273 hellspawn. (92%)
He held his right to remain violent.
He saved himself 2 times.
-- Special levels --------------------------------------------
Levels generated : 7
Levels visited : 6
Levels completed : 3
-- Awards ----------------------------------------------------
UAC Star (bronze cluster)
Hell Champion Medal
Arena Bronze Badge
Skull Bronze Badge
-- Graveyard -------------------------------------------------
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-- Statistics ------------------------------------------------
Health 0/60 Experience 18088/7
ToHit Ranged +0 ToHit Melee +0 ToDmg Ranged +1 ToDmg Melee +1
-- Traits ----------------------------------------------------
Class : Marine
Tough as nails (Level 1)
Son of a bitch (Level 1)
Reloader (Level 2)
Badass (Level 2)
Shottyman (Level 1)
Bad->SoB->TaN->Bad->Rel->Rel->SM->
-- Equipment -------------------------------------------------
[a] [ Armor ] nothing
[b] [ Weapon ] BFG 9000 (10d8) [100/100]
[c] [ Boots ] acid-proof boots [0/0] (100%)
[d] [ Prepared ] shell box (x45)
-- Inventory -------------------------------------------------
[a] shotgun (9d3) [1/1] (P1)
[b] plasma rifle (1d7)x6 [40/40]
[c] shotgun shell (x36)
[d] shotgun shell (x50)
[e] shotgun shell (x50)
[f] rocket (x10)
[g] rocket (x10)
[h] power cell (x50)
[i] power cell (x10)
[j] power cell (x50)
[k] power cell (x50)
[l] power cell (x50)
[m] power mod pack
[n] power mod pack
[o] technical mod pack
[p] agility mod pack
[q] agility mod pack
[r] Arena Master's Staff
-- Resistances -----------------------------------------------
Acid - internal 0% torso 0% feet 100%
-- Kills -----------------------------------------------------
48 former humans
24 former sergeants
13 former captains
18 imps
21 demons
102 lost souls
11 cacodemons
8 hell knights
1 arachnotron
3 pain elementals
2 bruiser brothers
1 Arena Master
-- History ---------------------------------------------------
He started his journey on the surface of Phobos.
On level 3 he entered Hell's Arena.
He left the Arena as a champion!
On level 4 he stormed the Chained Court.
On level 4 he found the Arena Master's Staff!
He defeated the Hell Arena Master!
On level 7 he witnessed the Wall.
Not knowing what to do, he left.
On level 8 he encountered the Phobos Anomaly.
On level 12 he ventured into the Halls of Carnage.
On level 13 he found the City of Skulls.
He wiped out the City of Skulls.
On level 14 he ventured into the Spider's Lair.
On level 14 he finally let an arachnotron get him.
-- Messages --------------------------------------------------
are hit! You are hit! You are hit!
You reload the BFG 9000. You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit!
You are hit!
You see : an arachnotron (wounded) | floor | [ m ]ore
The missile hits the arachnotron. You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You
are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You
are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You
are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You
are hit! You are hit!
You see : an arachnotron (unhurt) | blood | [ m ]ore
The missile hits the arachnotron. You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You
are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit! You are hit!
Unknown command. Press "?" for help.
You don't have enough ammo to fire the BFG 9000!
You reload the BFG 9000. You are hit! You die!... Press <Enter>...
You see : a lost soul (almost dead) | floor | [ m ]ore
-- General ---------------------------------------------------
He's the first brave soul to have ventured into Hell...
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Play-By-Forum / Re: Doom: The Text Adventure
« on: March 28, 2012, 06:43 »
Okay...
I'd just ignore em. They ain't got no arms and there's no point in either wasting ammo or generating noise.
I'd just ignore em. They ain't got no arms and there's no point in either wasting ammo or generating noise.
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Play-By-Forum / Re: Doom: The Text Adventure
« on: March 22, 2012, 13:14 »
Move to the side of the door and listen. Ready shotgun and prepare to blow the head off of anything that comes out of it.
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0.9.9.4 / Re: [E|96%|YAVP] Bookworm
« on: November 25, 2011, 07:05 »
I just got the new one...gonna have to try it!!!
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0.9.9.4 / [E|96%|YAVP] Bookworm
« on: November 24, 2011, 06:12 »
Call me a wuss for playing on easy, but I finally beat the damn 93 version!!!
[thelaptop: Mortem tags inclusion in the edit panel is currently missing, so here's an edit to show you how to do it in future.]
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DoomRL (v.0.9.9.1) roguelike post-mortem character dump
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Bookworm, level 10 Imp Private FC, defeated the Cyberdemon
on level 25 of the Phobos base.
He survived 178383 turns and scored 44362 points.
He played for 1 hour, 23 minutes and 23 seconds.
He was too young to die!
He killed 423 out of 439 hellspawn. (96%)
He held his right to remain violent.
He saved himself once.
-- Awards ----------------------------------------------------
Hell Champion Medal
UAC Bronze Badge
Scavenger Bronze Badge
-- Graveyard -------------------------------------------------
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-- Statistics ------------------------------------------------
Health 41/50 Experience 42068/10
ToHit Ranged +0 ToHit Melee +0 ToDmg Ranged +2 ToDmg Melee +2
-- Traits ----------------------------------------------------
Finesse (Level 2)
Tough as nails (Level 3)
Son of a bitch (Level 2)
Whizkid (Level 2)
Badass (Level 1)
TaN->TaN->Bad->Fin->Fin->WK->WK->TaN->SoB->SoB->
-- Equipment -------------------------------------------------
[a] [ Armor ] modified Cybernetic Armor [10] (BOP)
[b] [ Weapon ] modified assault shotgun (7d3) [0/8] (A2B1T1)
[c] [ Boots ] plasteel boots [4/4] (92%)
[d] [ Prepared ] BFG 9000 (10d8) [0/100]
-- Inventory -------------------------------------------------
[a] laser rifle (1d7)x5 [40/40]
[b] shotgun shell (x35)
[c] shotgun shell (x50)
[d] shotgun shell (x50)
[e] shotgun shell (x50)
[f] shotgun shell (x50)
[g] shotgun shell (x50)
[h] shotgun shell (x50)
[i] large med-pack
[j] envirosuit pack
[k] envirosuit pack
[l] envirosuit pack
[m] thermonuclear bomb
[n] agility mod pack
-- Kills -----------------------------------------------------
101 former humans
60 former sergeants
12 former captains
61 imps
32 demons
86 lost souls
17 cacodemons
5 barons of hell
1 Cyberdemon
9 hell knights
11 arachnotrons
4 former commandos
5 pain elementals
6 arch-viles
9 mancubi
2 revenants
2 bruiser brothers
-- History ---------------------------------------------------
He started his journey on the surface of Phobos.
On level 3 he entered Hell's Arena.
He left the Arena as a champion!
On level 4 he stormed the Chained Court.
On level 11 he ventured into the Halls of Carnage.
On level 12 he found the Cybernetic Armor!
On level 15 he encoutered the Phobos Hellgate.
On level 17 he found the Onyx Armor Pack!
On level 19 he entered the Vaults.
He came, he saw, but he left.
Then at last he found Phobos Arena!
On level 25 he finally defeated the Cyberdemon.
-- Messages --------------------------------------------------
Fire -- Choose target... The missile hits the Cyberdemon.
You use a small med-pack. You feel healed. The Cyberdemon fires! You are hit!
Fire -- Choose target... The missile hits the Cyberdemon. The Cyberdemon
reloads his rocket launcher.
You have no more ammo for the BFG 9000!
You use a large med-pack. You feel fully healed. The Cyberdemon fires! You
are hit!
You swap your weapon.
Fire -- Choose target... The Cyberdemon reloads his rocket launcher.
You reload the assault shotgun with shotgun shell.
Fire -- Choose target... The Cyberdemon fires! You are hit!
You reload the assault shotgun with shotgun shell.
Fire -- Choose target... The Cyberdemon reloads his rocket launcher.
You reload the assault shotgun with shotgun shell.
Fire -- Choose target... The Cyberdemon dies. You feel relatively safe
-- General ---------------------------------------------------
Before him 88 brave souls have ventured into Phobos:
79 of those were killed.
1 of those was killed by something unknown.
And 8 couldn't handle the stress and committed a stupid suicide.
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[thelaptop: Mortem tags inclusion in the edit panel is currently missing, so here's an edit to show you how to do it in future.]
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AliensRL / Re: Marks on the map
« on: May 26, 2011, 12:59 »
Yeah...that would actually be kind of useful instead of memorizing every single location.
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Graveyard / Re: DnD 4e Campaign - Scales of War (OOC)
« on: May 23, 2011, 10:41 »
I'd like to create a Char for this, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I don't want to end up creating a modern/sci-fi character for a fantasy setting, and vice versa. I'd like some hint on how to go about this.
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Discussion / RP Ideas
« on: May 23, 2011, 10:31 »
I'm right now working on a little RP Idead I had for an anime called Record of Lodoss War. But the problem is, I don't think the ideas I have will work. Here's a narritive I wrote:
The world is changing-Krynn is now on the brink. The once Accursed Continent of Lodoss is once again the source of the shadow. A savage plague is spreading...consuming all in its wake. Twisted mosntrosites roam the landscape, terrizing all. Gates to other worlds, other planes of exsistance are opening.
A new war is brewing, but this one is not for freedom, justice, or over religous purposes. No, this is a battle for survival...a war that will test even the most battle hardened warrior or the strongest of the Protectors of Lodoss. Warriors both old and new, wether a simple swordsman, to the travelers from the other realms, must unite or fall under this unrelenting shadow, for it seeks to consume both the most innocent of peoples, and the blackest of hearts. However, the aid I must send must come from the most unlikely of sources...a source that must not be trusted, but will show its true colors in the end.
----
The metal door slid open with a metallic hiss, and a man in iron chains stepped into a huge, circular camber that contained all manner of robotic arms. The room had little support beyond a raised dais and a large catwalk leading to it. A pair of foot shaped objects lie in the middle of the dais. As the man walked into the light, it was apparent that he was no ordinary person; his features were heavily muscled, scarred, and displayed an number of tattoos all across his body. Across his right bicep was the word, written in olde English script:Retribution. On his left hand across his hand was the word Pain, in black ink. His right hand was the word Rage. Along his back was Omega. His eyes were a hard, steely grey.
He was prisoner #233880, his name was Jake Kabrinski. Sole survivor of Marine Sqaudron Number 4358203, aka The Angels of Vengance. He had been charged with robbery, piracy, murder, and treason. He had rebelled against his commanders when they had sent him and his men in to do a dirty job. They had been ordered to murder innocent civillans, but Jake had refused, and had turned his weapon on his commander. After nearly 12 years on the run, the athorities had caught up with him finally during a vicious standoff. Jake had been sentanced to Cyrogensis for life, but for some reason or another, someone had elected to 'burn' him. They had bought his freedom, but it had come at a price.
"Step forward." Came a woman's cold voice. She was just lurking out of veiw, just in the shadows. Jake complied, unconcerned with the fact he couldn't see the speaker. He had dealt with types like that before: shadowy types who didn't like to be seen, but loved to hear themselves talk. "You are prisoner number 233880, also known as Jake Kabrinski. You were a part of a marine sqaudron called the Angels of Vengance. Correct?" Her voice had the tone of one who expected an answer right away. He paused a few moments before answering. "Yeah...I am," He sneered, an ugly scowl painting its way across his face, "Who wants to know?"
A cold, yet mocking laugh echoed through out the room. "I do not think I like your tone Jake...not in the least." A lithe, yet plain fugure in a black cloak, the cowl pulled low over her face to hide who she was, obviously someone didn't wanna be seen. 'Give me a break.' Jake though irritably as he idily flexed his fingers. "I wish for you to understand why I have brought you here. War is coming my friend," She guestured with one outstreatche, gloved hand towards the two foot pedals. The base for a battlearmor. Great. Still, she did free me so I guess I can do what she wants.
His walking efforts hobbled by the chains, he staggered forward. Finally coming over to the boot bases, he paused a moment as the woman with a guesture broke the irons that contained him. "Don these." She tossed him a pair of brown pants and a black tunic. Taking off the prison pants and dressing himself, he the stepped into the boots. "You see Mr. Kabrinski, I have bought your freedom, but even freedom has its price. You will have no cell...for you shall carry it wher eever you go; your armor shall be your prison." She watched as the mechanical arms worked over his body, placing the support frame and then the armor parts. The oversized shoulders of his suit were palced, as mechanical welders sealed the edges on his armor. As one of his golves was donned, he flexed his fingers and twisted his wrist.
As his helmet came down, its orange polyurathane visor shineing in the harsh light, a pair of arms slid the power cores of the suit, and activated it. "War is coming..." The woman said agian, walking around him, watching as one of the arms passed Jake his rife, a high-powerd auto-gauss. He brought it up in both hands, and his visor came up. "It is coming, Jake, with all of its glory." She said, rasing her arms towards the sky, as if gesturing to the heavens, "And all of its horrors." She looked at him, and finally pulled back her hood. Jake stared open-mouthed at her features: Sharp, angular, and her skin the color of polished obsidian. Her hair was bone-white, and her ears ended in delicate points. "I am Pirotess, and I have granted your freedom, which awaits you now. My husband did not approve of me using you, but when a priest came to me and informed me of your value to us, I decided that I was willing to take a risk on you."
The door opened, and instead of leading out into the main corridor, it lead into what looked like some sort of courtyard walled in stone. Deploying his bayonet with a loud click-hiss, he smlied.
"Hell...It's about damned time." The visor snapped shut as he marched out into the open sunshine for the first time in twelve years, the strange...creature following him. A group of men and women, some like his companion, while others were light-skinned. A man in black plate armor looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. "So...you're the criminal my wife has brought to us." He looked at the woman, a sad look playing along his face. "Do you still think he can pbey and fight for us?" When she nodded, he turned back to Jake.
"This is your first, last, and only chance Kabrinski. Should you fail, you will be executed." His tone was matter of fact, as if he were stating the most obivious truth. Jake let out a loud snort and rumbled in his rough, gravelly voice: "Whatever. Just point me in the direction of the fight and then stay the hell out of our way."
----
Kabrinski does not know what his true purpose is. When the Scourge attack for the first time, he will know true horror. Pirotess was a good choice for this-a dark elf, willing to do what ever is nessciary to make sure the task at hand. Her husband, Ashram, may be able to keep him under control.
"I just hope that I have not chosen wrongly." Marfa, the goddess of the earth, said sadly as she veiwed the situation at hand.
Has anyone else got any ideas? I'm not sure how well this will work.
The world is changing-Krynn is now on the brink. The once Accursed Continent of Lodoss is once again the source of the shadow. A savage plague is spreading...consuming all in its wake. Twisted mosntrosites roam the landscape, terrizing all. Gates to other worlds, other planes of exsistance are opening.
A new war is brewing, but this one is not for freedom, justice, or over religous purposes. No, this is a battle for survival...a war that will test even the most battle hardened warrior or the strongest of the Protectors of Lodoss. Warriors both old and new, wether a simple swordsman, to the travelers from the other realms, must unite or fall under this unrelenting shadow, for it seeks to consume both the most innocent of peoples, and the blackest of hearts. However, the aid I must send must come from the most unlikely of sources...a source that must not be trusted, but will show its true colors in the end.
----
The metal door slid open with a metallic hiss, and a man in iron chains stepped into a huge, circular camber that contained all manner of robotic arms. The room had little support beyond a raised dais and a large catwalk leading to it. A pair of foot shaped objects lie in the middle of the dais. As the man walked into the light, it was apparent that he was no ordinary person; his features were heavily muscled, scarred, and displayed an number of tattoos all across his body. Across his right bicep was the word, written in olde English script:Retribution. On his left hand across his hand was the word Pain, in black ink. His right hand was the word Rage. Along his back was Omega. His eyes were a hard, steely grey.
He was prisoner #233880, his name was Jake Kabrinski. Sole survivor of Marine Sqaudron Number 4358203, aka The Angels of Vengance. He had been charged with robbery, piracy, murder, and treason. He had rebelled against his commanders when they had sent him and his men in to do a dirty job. They had been ordered to murder innocent civillans, but Jake had refused, and had turned his weapon on his commander. After nearly 12 years on the run, the athorities had caught up with him finally during a vicious standoff. Jake had been sentanced to Cyrogensis for life, but for some reason or another, someone had elected to 'burn' him. They had bought his freedom, but it had come at a price.
"Step forward." Came a woman's cold voice. She was just lurking out of veiw, just in the shadows. Jake complied, unconcerned with the fact he couldn't see the speaker. He had dealt with types like that before: shadowy types who didn't like to be seen, but loved to hear themselves talk. "You are prisoner number 233880, also known as Jake Kabrinski. You were a part of a marine sqaudron called the Angels of Vengance. Correct?" Her voice had the tone of one who expected an answer right away. He paused a few moments before answering. "Yeah...I am," He sneered, an ugly scowl painting its way across his face, "Who wants to know?"
A cold, yet mocking laugh echoed through out the room. "I do not think I like your tone Jake...not in the least." A lithe, yet plain fugure in a black cloak, the cowl pulled low over her face to hide who she was, obviously someone didn't wanna be seen. 'Give me a break.' Jake though irritably as he idily flexed his fingers. "I wish for you to understand why I have brought you here. War is coming my friend," She guestured with one outstreatche, gloved hand towards the two foot pedals. The base for a battlearmor. Great. Still, she did free me so I guess I can do what she wants.
His walking efforts hobbled by the chains, he staggered forward. Finally coming over to the boot bases, he paused a moment as the woman with a guesture broke the irons that contained him. "Don these." She tossed him a pair of brown pants and a black tunic. Taking off the prison pants and dressing himself, he the stepped into the boots. "You see Mr. Kabrinski, I have bought your freedom, but even freedom has its price. You will have no cell...for you shall carry it wher eever you go; your armor shall be your prison." She watched as the mechanical arms worked over his body, placing the support frame and then the armor parts. The oversized shoulders of his suit were palced, as mechanical welders sealed the edges on his armor. As one of his golves was donned, he flexed his fingers and twisted his wrist.
As his helmet came down, its orange polyurathane visor shineing in the harsh light, a pair of arms slid the power cores of the suit, and activated it. "War is coming..." The woman said agian, walking around him, watching as one of the arms passed Jake his rife, a high-powerd auto-gauss. He brought it up in both hands, and his visor came up. "It is coming, Jake, with all of its glory." She said, rasing her arms towards the sky, as if gesturing to the heavens, "And all of its horrors." She looked at him, and finally pulled back her hood. Jake stared open-mouthed at her features: Sharp, angular, and her skin the color of polished obsidian. Her hair was bone-white, and her ears ended in delicate points. "I am Pirotess, and I have granted your freedom, which awaits you now. My husband did not approve of me using you, but when a priest came to me and informed me of your value to us, I decided that I was willing to take a risk on you."
The door opened, and instead of leading out into the main corridor, it lead into what looked like some sort of courtyard walled in stone. Deploying his bayonet with a loud click-hiss, he smlied.
"Hell...It's about damned time." The visor snapped shut as he marched out into the open sunshine for the first time in twelve years, the strange...creature following him. A group of men and women, some like his companion, while others were light-skinned. A man in black plate armor looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. "So...you're the criminal my wife has brought to us." He looked at the woman, a sad look playing along his face. "Do you still think he can pbey and fight for us?" When she nodded, he turned back to Jake.
"This is your first, last, and only chance Kabrinski. Should you fail, you will be executed." His tone was matter of fact, as if he were stating the most obivious truth. Jake let out a loud snort and rumbled in his rough, gravelly voice: "Whatever. Just point me in the direction of the fight and then stay the hell out of our way."
----
Kabrinski does not know what his true purpose is. When the Scourge attack for the first time, he will know true horror. Pirotess was a good choice for this-a dark elf, willing to do what ever is nessciary to make sure the task at hand. Her husband, Ashram, may be able to keep him under control.
"I just hope that I have not chosen wrongly." Marfa, the goddess of the earth, said sadly as she veiwed the situation at hand.
Has anyone else got any ideas? I'm not sure how well this will work.