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Thread: it is the 41st millenium, and there is only war...

hey guys, just a quick update, I found that skype has a nifty little program that actually lets us use dice rolls in the window itself. so I think we can use skype for this. I think I'll make a formal post once we iron out the details so those who are interested send me a PM of your skype info, and I'll add you, then we can setup a time for all of us to sit down and talk about it.
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Hello kiddies! I'm back again from a a short period of gonesness haha. Anyway, I'm looking for the same stuff. Send me a pm if interested.
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Thread: A new king and his queen (Closed)

Roger knew his words were not what she'd wanted to hear, watching his younger sister as she lowered her hands to her sides, her fists clenched slightly as she reminded him that their marriage was considered a sin in the eyes of God and the church. Perhaps, he admitted, realizing that her knowledge of the bible far outstripped his own. He'd never shown much interest in religion, attending services only on special occasions and holidays, whereas his younger sister had been studying the bible, ready to devote herself to God, and become a bride of Christ. The Archbishop will officiate at our wedding, he has granted us an indulgence, he assured her as she stated that she didn't want to be damned to hell. He didn't add that he thought the amount of money and land that he'd had to grant to the church for the indulgence amounted to little more than highway robbery on the behalf of the greedy and rather suspect Archbishop. Roger ran his hand through his short dark beard as he watched Gwyn move to the window, looking down into the courtyard, obviously deep in thought as she pondered their future together. He knew she had a strong moral sense of responsibility, that she'd do what was right, what was demanded of her. His eyes ran over her body as she stood at the window, admiring her slender waist and graceful back as he admitted to himself that her beauty certainly enhanced his desire for her to be his bride. He'd made his decision based solely on political reasons but to have be a desirable young woman certainly sweetened the pot for him. She resembled her mother strongly, her fair skin and golden hair a stark contrast to Roger's own swarthy complexion and dark hair. Roger took after his own mother, he remembered her dark hair and hazel eyes fondly, but he had his father's powerful build. He and Gwyn couldn't have looked less like siblings, the only faint family resemblance being in the shape of their chin. He listened carefully to his sister as she tried to reason with him, pleading with him to let her return to the convent, to resume her life of peaceful contemplation. I'm sorry, Gwyn, Roger told her softly, reaching out to gently take her hand, but I need you, the kingdom needs, and as a princess you must do your duty for the nation. This isn't some passing whim of mine, not some cruel joke, but a necessity for the good our nation, he assured her. The very fact that you've never been around courtiers, haven't experienced court intrigues, is one of the main reasons I need you. Every other woman of noble blood, even some as young as six or seven, are engaged in some courtly intrigue, some political power play that could spell disaster for our country if I chose them as my bride. I need a woman of noble birth, with ties of blood both to our country and the ruling families of our allies, who isn't involved in some political scheme, to be my queen. If you can name one other woman now, I'll release you from your duty. Give me her name and I'll send you back to your beloved convent, he promised her, but if you cannot, then I will ask that you submit to my wishes and honor your duties as a princess of this nation.
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Gwyn's face fell and she looked down. She could name no woman. Wasn't that unfortunate? She closed her eyes, withdrawing her hand and then nodding softly. If I have no other choice, she whispered softly. She supposed the indulgence would help and she would make sure any children she had with this man also had their own indulgences for she did not want children born of incest going to hell. If he had an indulgence, he probably already had papal dispensation. If the pope had agreed to the union, then she had no choice but to do this. Taking a deep breath, she lifted herself up and then sank down on the chair across from him. She ran her fingers together nervously and then looked to him. I suppose I can't change what is going to happen to me, but I would ask that if I am to be your wife, you allow me more freedom to make decisions for this country. I do not wish to be only a brood mare for you to give you children and an arm ornament. I want to help this country thrive...I was educated well and that education can benefit this country we will both rule...I know a woman's place is not by her husband's side but that is where I wish to be... She trailed off. If I cannot do what I truly wish, would you at least grant me this? she asked him. I would rather be a bride of Christ and a nun. But because I cannot, I humbly ask that if I am to be a Queen, I be a queen and not a woman who only organizes court dances and visits, and who lays in bed to get with child...I want to attend meetings with you regarding the welfare of the country.I would prefer it if I were an advisor on your council... She trailed off and then looked down, fisting the gown between her fingers as a servant knocked and bowed, saying dinner was ready to be served before leaving just as quickly. She sighed and then looked back at her half-brother. Awaiting his answer.
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Roger frowned as his sister withdrew her hand from his, her eyes closing in a moment of disappointment as she finally seemed to concede that she had no other choice. He could see her resigning herself to her fate, her dreams of a life spent in service to God falling apart as he called on her to do her duty for the nation, to honor his wishes as King. He listened as she spoke, making her request to be more than the usual queen, a smile slowly crossing his face as she detailed what she wanted, delighted in how she saw her role as his wife. He knew many of the Lords and nobles would object to her presence, to her being granted any position of power, but this was one of the reasons he had chosen her. Her education and her natural intelligence could only benefit him and the country. He knew he would make enemies, men who feared change, who clung desperately to tradition would argue against her being allowed into their meetings, even if only in an advisory role, but their impending marriage was already making waves. His choice of his own half-sister as his bride had sent shockwaves through the parliament, the council of nobles, many of them secretly hoping to marry off their daughters to the King to be, had become truculent, debating every idea or suggestion that Roger offered up to them. He was just opening his mouth to agree, to assure her that he would share the power of the crown with her when one of the kitchen servants knocked, announcing that their dinner was ready to be served. Come, let us eat, Roger suggested rather than answer her as he stood up, offering her his hand. I've asked for a private dinner tonight, just the two of us, he informed her, I'm tiring of having to listen to forty or fifty politicians at every meal. They seem to think that whenever I'm in the room they can ply me with their offers and deals. Come, Gwyn, I think we have much to discuss, he assured her with a warm smile, rather enjoying the discovery that his younger sister and future bride was an intelligent and beautiful young woman.
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Gwyn nodded, noting that he hadn't answered her question but decided it was best not to pester him. She walked with him to a small solar where a fire was already lit and a table of food was set up as well as a game table near the fire with a chess board and a deck of cards for playing whist or peaknuckle or something to that effect. She slowly sank down at the table, looking at the array of food set before them. Roasted quail, quail eggs, rice, a bit of gravy, fish, fruits, vegetables, roasted potatoes. It was all a veritable robust feast. She'd never seen so much rich food in her life. Servants cut at the meat and laid some on her plate and then wine was poured but she asked for spiced apple cider instead. Slowly, she took a bite of the quail and chewed slowly. Not wanting to appear the glutton. She probably wouldn't eat all that much. Do you always eat like this? she asked curiously, not trying to sound rude. She was used to eating fish most days, and porrige. Nothing so robust and fullsome as all this. Simple fare. Not grand meals such as this. She took a sip of her cider and then sat it down again.
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Roger enjoyed the sensation of having the beautiful young woman on his arm as they walked along the short corridor to the small solar, one of the few truly private rooms in the palace and his primary sanctuary from the hordes of politicians and courtiers who seemed to follow him everywhere he went. He held the chair for his sister as she was seated, something that a king normally wouldn't do, protocol calling for everyone to remain standing until he was seated. He noticed the servants exchanging a few glances, as if they were shocked at his behavior or they found something truly amusing in seeing their sovereign waiting on his wife to be. He took his seat, waiting for the servants to cut the meat and pour the wine before waving them away with an imperious gesture, finding himself anxious to be alone with his sister, his queen, once more. The palace chef seems to think that every meal should be a banquet, Roger shrugged as Gwyn inquired about the meal, wondering at its luxuriousness as she sipped at her cider. I've mentioned to him that I do not necessarily require seven courses at every meal but he seems determined to fatten me up to our father's stature before my coronation, he confided to her wryly, seeing a faint glint of disapproval in her blue eyes as she sipped at her cider. Although, I must confess that I'm beginning to find myself enjoying the abundant luxuries that a King may indulge in, Roger added as he ate some of the quail, noting that the chef had spiced it slightly heavier tonight.
Thread: Strange forum message

Occasionally I'm getting a message saying, 'I'm sorry, but you are banned. You may not post, read threads, or access the forums. Please contact you forum administrator should you have any questions' Then within a few minutes it clears and everything is fine again. Just wondering if it is a bug? Thanks D
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I'm not seeing anything about you being banned, and generally if you are banned it will last more than a few minutes. I'll look into it for you
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Are you on a mobile device or dynamic IP? When we have to oust serious spammers, we typically toast IPs. Sounds to me like you got caught in the crossfire and your device was using one of those IPs for a brief moment. Rest assured YOU weren't banned.... the IP was. So when the IP cleared and a different one came into use, that was why it cleared up and you were able to get on. Trust me, if YOU were banned, you would've gotten a message indicating a reason for it not something generic like that. And more than likely you'd have gone through a process leading up to it as well. Bans never occur willy nilly nor without GOOD reason. And chances are you'll know your offense and never be left guessing.
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Thanks DA lol I didn't see anything out of the norm.
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Sure thing.
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darkangel76 said Are you on a mobile device or dynamic IP? When we have to oust serious spammers, we typically toast IPs. Sounds to me like you got caught in the crossfire and your device was using one of those IPs for a brief moment. Rest assured YOU weren't banned.... the IP was. So when the IP cleared and a different one came into use, that was why it cleared up and you were able to get on. Trust me, if YOU were banned, you would've gotten a message indicating a reason for it not something generic like that. And more than likely you'd have gone through a process leading up to it as well. Bans never occur willy nilly nor without GOOD reason. And chances are you'll know your offense and never be left guessing. Click to expand... Thanks for that - much appreciated. Yeah - it was via a 3G connection, so that would be it. Good to know too that I wouldn't be a banning without any reason too. Having far too much fun here Thanks guys.
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You're very welcome.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

She awakened to find herself in a dungeon. The room was quite dark, being only dimmly illuminated by torches hung on the walls. She has been chained to the wall, iron shackles holding her arms and legs in place. Also there is a collar around her neck attached to a short chain attached to an iron ring limiting the movement of her head. She was an Elven princess, captured by the army of the human country that was at war with her country. She was the heir to the throne and had just turned 100 years old two years ago, making her the equivalent of an eighteen year old human. She was doing an inspection of a border fort when the humans launched a surprise attack and took over the fort. The princess tried to flee, but fell down and a swift blow to the head knocked her out. She was being trained how to run the country by her old elven parents with barely two hundred left to live. So she had detailed knowledge of all the armies movements and tactics. Knowledge of all the secret ways and passwords. She knew everything needed for the humans to win the war. So she was a very important prisioner for the hunans. The war had started when some humans from the neighbouring kingdom of Solurgrad were captured by the elves in neutral teritory, including the King's nephew. The king of Solurgrad, King Turod V demanded they be released, but the Elven King refused and declared war. She was the beloved princess of the realm, she was the fairest in the land and innocent. She loved her country and its citizens. She also disliked the humans instead of hating them. Elves thought themselves superior to humans, thinking them as being nothing but slaves. Scattered around the room are tables filled with impliments of torture and various torture devives on the floor. At the end of the dungeon there is a big wooden door that looks old, weathered, but sturdy. Then the sound of sturdy leather boots can be heard slowly going down the stone steps behind the door making a loud thud each time.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

Before there was sight or sound, there was pain and cold. A groggy sound of awakening from a restless sleep as the princess stir awake. There was a moment or two as she began to come to her senses that she thought this might all be some kind of dream... the scene played out in her head though, the shouts and sudden attack and the sudden onslaught that came, was she dead? No, the dead don't feel pain. Her eyes came to focus as she began to look around the room, she heard the rattle of the chains as she attempted to move and found her limited movement. The young princess looked up as her ears caught the sound of the approach, she felt her heartbeat speed up as she felt a cold panic set inside of herself, at first she wasn't sure of the things around here... the devices looked different, nothing like she was familiar with, however she was intelligent and easily put two and two together. She looked up and began to rattle the chains more, somewhere deep inside she pray they would just fall off like this was a dream turn horribly wrong and she would awaken back within her kingdom, victim of little more than a nightmare... though she knew it not to be the case. She swallow hard as she stare intently at the door, waiting for to see if it would swing open, almost anxious to see who would appear on the other side.
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The sound of the boots grow louder and closer. The elf hears a wooden board being lifted and a clunky lock unlocking. Then the wooden door starts to creak, and then slowly opens towards her. Then a man walks through the door slowly and stops as he turns around and closes the wooden door behind him. He then turns around and walk towards her. It was too dark to see him properly at the door, but as he approaches her, she is able to clearly see him. He is a young man, but it is clear he is a few years older than she would be in human years. His face is rough, but charasmatic, even with a barely visable scar along his cheek. He has shoulder length dark brown hair which is both wild and tamed. He is well built, of average height, but not big. He has no excess fat on his body and appears light on his feet. He is wearing light studded leather armour that is decorated with golden trimming. At his side rests a leather scabord containing a rapier and slung over his back a light wooden shield. Also he wears a light shirt and sturdy pants along with his leather boots. Tucked into his belt she can see the hilt of a dagger. She recognises this man, this is none other than the bane of her fathers army. The commander of the army of Solurgrad's army, Leanthis Sturn. He was a 25 year old soldier who had joined the army at the age of sixteen and assigned to the light infrantry division. He was a good soldier and quickly rose up the ranks. By the time he was eighteen he was a low ranking officer in comnand of a small light infrantry infiltration force. By sheer luck he came acoss the enemy's base camp lightly defended, but still outnumbered his troops five to one. But they captured the base camp and in turn a high ranking female officer. He then took her in order to rape her of course. Although popular with the ladies he was too busy to go out and get a girl. He got promoted and great victory after great victory elevated him to the top. He became the commander aged 24.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

The princess, as it would be, Morwenne... would feel her breath catch in her throat, as if her hopes and dreams suddenly came to a stop the moment the man came to light. She wore a fairly simple dress at the time considering her position, she had known she would be out and as such did not wear anything too proper. The bottom of her dress was ripped and fray from the battle. She maintained all the features that elves were known for. Slender, tipped ears pierced through sweeping brown hair, stunning blow eyes that seemed to quake with fear as Leanthis approached. She found her strength though and lifted her head up, looking to the commander for a moment before averting her eyes from him. She was strong-willed, but the tales of Leanthis Sturn were well known among her people... and given her position she knew that there was no hope that she would be mistaken for another. Let me go... was all the young Morwenne said.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

He heard the remark the princess made, but it didn't phase him. He just replied firmly, I may release you eventually depending on how you behave princess. But I wouldn't go to all the trouble of capturing you and bringing you here just to let you go when you ask. Also princess before you get your hopes up, there is the matter of the fact that your country believes you dead. We happened to find a dead elven soldier who had identical hands to yours. We severed it and placed your signit ring upon the appropiate finger and sent it to your parents. So there will be no rescue. But then he stopped just in front of her and said seriously, Princess I have come here to ask you for help in order to quickly end this war. Both of our countries are evenly matched and this conflict could carry on for years. Think of all of tens of thousands of deaths that will occur, both elf and man alike. But you princess have the power to end this war quickly with the minimum amount of casualties. All you have to do is tell me everything you know about your country's military. Things like the locations, orders, tactics, fortlocations, border patrols, passwords and secret ways. Then I can command my army to a swift victory with minimum casulties for both sides. You will be known as the hero of your country who avoided much bloodsheed. He waited for her reply, but he expected her to refuse of course. He would be both shocked and dissapointed if she told him now. Someone who gave away all of their country's secrets that easily did not deserve to be in power or deserve respect. But the fun of making her submit to his will was going to be the fun part.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

Morwenne listened in horror to his story, she turned her eyes to the floor... but as he made his request, she looked back to his face, reeling from the shock of being thought of by dead she allowed her emotions to flood her and she stood as proud as any noble would. She spit in his face, a bold move for someone in her position. She at the very least had a solid foundation. I'll never tell you anything of the sort, you monster. Her words dripped of venom, anger and passion. She turned her eyes from him and closed her mouth, doing what she could in her position to make a firm stand against her oppressor.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

When she spat in his face, he just wiped it away and carried on as if nothing happened. Then Leanthis laughed heartily at her reply and then said, Good princess that is exactly what I wanted to hear from you. Although telling me that is not betraying your your country, just your parents. But one should not give the secrets of one's country so easily. They would deserve to rot away in a dungeon like this. We will win princess, we are evenly matched, but we have one advantage. Our rate of reproduction and shorter training time, even with our increased death rate and shortened length of usefullness. It takes you 100 years to get a mature elf while it takes us 18 years for a mature human. The elves population is steady, but ours is growing. With this war your population is rapidly decreasing while we are replacing our losses quite adequately. We will win this war through long attrition, but I would like to win in my lifetime. You elves underestimate us humans, but our victory is assured. It is only a matter of now or later. But this is good because it wouldn't be any fun if you told me this easily. He then picked up his dagger and held it up to Morwenne. He then whispered into her pointed ear, Princess there are many ways to make people talk. I am an expert in making people talk. Elves are not immune to torture afterall. After my torturing session is complete you shall tell me willingly princess. He knew that elves are extremely good at withstanding and tolerating pain. If one was to use pain they would die before they break as their bodies were frailer than humans. But he was not going to use pain.
Thread: The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

Morwenne simply narrow her eyes and turned her face from his direction, showing the defiance of her people in her actions. She was afraid, but did everything she could to make sure that it didn't show, she didn't shake, nor did her voice crack in the slightest as she finally turned to face him again, Do your worst... was all she said, there was hatred in her tone and she lunged toward him, being of course held by her restraints. No amount of torment or torture is going to get you what you want.