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In a faraway place, inhabited mostly by immortal elves, it was the age of flourishment and technology. They called this place... Noaiah. In this land, diesese was nothing but a legend, and famine was a myth. No one knew there was ever such a thing as a sword or a shield. They knew what guns and lasers and rifles were of course. They had been used to fight. But not anymore. Everything was perfect. But soon time passed even more. Things became a bit too perfect. Everyone began to forget about hardships. This was the time to strike for a corrupted group. They had waited hundreds of years just for the right moment. They knew that every planet, every star one day had a huge disaster. This disaster was going to soon come. They were going to be this disaster. They didnt act at first though, they didn't destroy all life around.. Why? They wanted to conquest all of Noaiah. That's why. But how original. Conquest, right? Maybe not. This group was the only few people that saw the potential of the perfect land. Nothing was EVER wrong. Maybe they were even just plain bored. But this turned into hate. They decided to strike. They pulled out weapons of "old"; gernades, tanks, lightsabers... they began to slay constantly. But then something happened... that the group didn't plan. The Great Disaster occurred. They thought THEY were going to cause the planet to be in turmoil. They knew they were going to die if they did not hide... so they locked themselves up with some of the technology left and all of their army, and sealed themselves to sleep for thousands of years... thousands of years until they were totally forgotten. Then they would come back. They would come back and conquest what was theirs. They knew that it would take more than a couple of thousand years to regain ANY technology. And the thing is, they were right. Another thing happened to them that they did not know however. A few wise elves and people left, whether by accident or purposely, sealed themselves as well. To awaken when the corrupted elves did.
Thousands of years later, a tale that was not supposed to be forgotten was. After the Great Disaster, all technology and life was flattened into nothing. No more than one-thousand humanoid people lived after the Disaster, but soon they began to multiply again. So millenia later, anyone who had ever heard the story of the Great Disaster and the Times of Beauty "knew" it was nothing but a fairy tale. Ha! Metal things that shot rocks like fire, and mountains that moved on command...
This was the time to awaken for the elves, of course. They calculated that at about this time there would be very little technology (maybe some daggers, a few cities with about one million people, a medicine for paralisis, some mages with magic fireballs, maybe a skilled swordsman or two, nothing too hard to handle, right?), but they had the planet. A planet to be taken. They had waited for years, and they awoke, and to their calculations, they were right. But there was one mis-calculation. The intelligence of Noaiah had gone for good, but the spirit had not left. And it never would. A handful of brave heroes rose to meet the monstrous beings that had awoken... and had also risen to meet the friends from the Ages of Old that had come as well.
Welcome.
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ January 09, 2003 04:25 PM: Message edited by: Dragonrider ]</font>
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GM'S NOTE:
You either start in the town of Mulberry (where most people start) or in the elvish laboratory just north of there.
I will be sending you your (level 1) character sheets by PM.
MAGIC USERS START WITH 2 SPELLS, DEMI-MAGIC USERS START WITH ONE, FIGHTERS WITH ZERO.
Xellos: Foie (9 MP), 10 damage, fire
Zonde (15 MP), 15 damage, electrical
Pyscho Sephiroth: Foie (9 MP), 10 damage, fire
OCB: Foie (9 MP) 10 damage, fire
Heal (15 MP), cure 15 damage, water.
Nevan: Heal (15 MP), cure 15 damage, water.
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ January 09, 2003 08:06 AM: Message edited by: Dragonrider ]</font>
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Okay, then, Just escapping from there....
think we could use Italics to say what we want and normal letters to say what we do "in game"
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urgh... damn school.
GM IS OUT.
sorry... just do plot stuff yall or something, I'll be back after school..
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Damm it! well... have a good time at school... if aplicable... [img]tongue.gif[/img]
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I'll be out in a bit, til HR ends
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Escapping from that "laboratory of doom" also?
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*managed to snag a school comp for 5 mins*
The laboratory is large and is mainly full of green mirror like walls...
What the Dark Elves are planning is... quite unkown... and escape shall be dangerous.
NOW
GM is out.
