Peace

If I see someone wanted to create a new alliance with a specific role that firsts fits to MD and then also fills the requierments (mostly the right information about the land he/she wishes to be affiliated with), I would help. In this particular case I disagree 100% with this idea. Yes, it would be nice to see an alliance for the Tribunal, but in order to do this you must first [b]wait[/b] for the land to be created. How will you have a group that speaks of information and researches when you lack information yourself? And I do not agree with the fact that just because you were rejected from some alliances you believe that you have what it needs to create your own. I do agree with Chewett, Awiiya and Fenrir.

Factions.

Happy Birthday Akasha

Well do not forget that according to lore (and pardon me if I am mistaken) Marind's Bell and Necrovion are in conflict. So I wouldn't see why not Marind Bell has a creature that seeks to fight against us. And for your information, our cookies are deadly! And delicious at the same time. Ask Azrael. And to get back on topic now, I like the idea of it yet a centaur is a creature that has been seen in other games, stories etc. And the MD creatures that we have so far are standing for their originality. Nonetheless it is still a good idea And I will leave the stats comment to the grinders

Indeed MD is running. And strangely without errors. You know what that means, Mur? Lecture time... *takes a seat at the front row*

[quote name='King Manu' post='33809' date='Jun 18 2009, 12:07 PM']Then tonight? considering there is a 50% chance it wont be tonight? lol anyone has a coin to toss?[/quote] How are you planning to give a lecture tonight, if MD is not working yet?! ...Unless it is supposed to be back tonight, which means you will give that lecture! I have a bunch of coins. Golden or silver? Pick one... Now back on topic... Indeed it has been a while since Mur's last lecture. It will be profitable for all to be able to read his words again on any topic he chooses to speak about. I was also thinking, and this is going directly towards you Mur, how about if you could give a lecture every once in a week about any subject? Since the MD Univercity( no offense to it) has not been able to arrange new lectures or anything, why don't you, Mur, give the example (yes, once again you will give it) to start having somethings back on track? Looking forward to it...

This gives me more time to work on things... *insert innocent smile here*... I mean getting tanned while you are working on things. Thank you for explaining this even if your time is limited. *sits and awaits for the big surprice now*

Will the name of it, "Path of Yog-Sothoth" be there still or will that be changed as well?

My sincere condolences to you, dear. I feel your loss and pain for I have also experienced in my life. I am sad I did not have the honor to meet your friend in the game and speak for him, but my words are meaningless as you knew him much better than I did. Take your time to grieve. I do not want to say welcome in MD, for the way you joined our community meant the loss of a brother. Nonetheless, I am happy that he pointed you to us. May he rest in peace. Sincerely, Irene

I am mostly a Stephen King and Dan Brown reader. Recently a few people I know are trying to feed me with the Dune books, which I actually enjoy VERY much.

On midnight of Day 105, the inner reaches of Necrovion were unlocked, so that those who could enter Necrovion, could enter the darkest depths of it. A sacrifice took place that night, of a virgin soul, doomed to die. That soul was one Wane, young in this realm, and too inexperienced to be aware of his circumstances. So there he stood, on a dark night, in the presence of the Princess of Necrovion, Peace. He wished to enter those lands, he knew where the door was if he wanted to leave, but yet he stayed, perhaps not aware of the danger he was in. It has been described as a mad place, it can drive someone's mind crazy, it can only be imagined that that is why he stayed, for all rational thought must have hit out at him telling him to run and leave. At this time, the Shade Sentinel had recently disappeared, Peace came upon the idea that perhaps if a virgin soul was sacrificed it would gives the Shades the strength to overcome this new foe that they faced. Wane was in the wrong place, at the right time. He was fresh into the realm, he was pure. In short, the perfect sacrifice. Peace drew her blades across his cheek several times. She would have no mercy upon this soul. The circle and candles were set, all was prepared. Pure blood makes the best sacrifice, and indeed Wane's blood was pure. Pinned down, his soul was to be given to the Shades and his blood was drawn into a cup, to be stored for a later use. Peace offered the honour of the sacrifice to Tzaroth, who accepted upon her command. Vainly an attempt was made by MRWander to steal Wane away into the darkness, away from the madness that was surrounding them, the prone body was too much for him, the weight too much to carry, Wane was left there at the mercy of those who would kill him. The ritual words resounded through the air outside Deathmarrow ''Spirits of the Dark, hear this call. To you we dedicate this sacrifice, this pure spirit we will deliver into your hands. Most Powerful Shades, accept our offering as we end a life in your honour!'' The mistress of the sacrifice and Tzaroth both painted bloody red lines on their faces. Wane's time had come, he was to die for their cause, his meaningless existence had been given a purpose. Here, now, death was going to validate Wane's life. The blade tore through Wane's shirt like butter, exposing his chest to the elements. A humble offer from the Shades servants, in the hope that it may please and strengthen their Master. The blade was raised up to the sky, before plunging down again into his chest, his screams echoed throughout all of Necrovion that night, heard by all. [b]Story pieced together by Grido[/b]

Quite a few moons ago, my Father, Khalazdad spoke of a prophesy concerning him. [i][center]A dream once spoken Becomes the token that buys future action. A dream I have known Of a future sown With a satisfaction. Three men, I am three Not one of us free To pursue bonds of life - Not a one for me But this number I see Taking to me a wife. One will master me. One will be my equal. The third I shall enslave. One is the endless day. One is the moon that illuminates only darkness. The third has fallen from the sky. As Gold shining under the punishing sun, the glint of royal armor atop an enemy chariot, a javelin in each hand. As Silver under the moon, an act of faith, a deadly flower. As Steel at twilight, whisper-quiet, a wizening at hand. Three children they will bear. One will live, one will die, and one will have never been at all.[/center][/i] The future was written. Thus, Falen Angel, Siala Lone Wolf and Kittiness became his wives. Khalazdad adopted three kids (whether we are the ones the phophesy speaks about that is up to you to decide) as his spiritual children. Those children were taught the ways of the Desert and were assigned to pass it to the Necrovion people. First two sons: Marvolo whose title is Prince of the Sands and MalichiW who unfortunatelyin the end life took him away. And last a daughter: Peace (back then still with the name DarkPriestess) to who he gave the title as Princess of the Evening Blue Sky. For those who wish to know: Siala Lone Wolf and Kittiness are currently pregnant with the heirs of Khalazdad (if they will be ever part of MD outside roleplaying that is still unknown). Siala carries a girl who will come to this world by the name Boudica and Kittiness is expecting a baby boy whose name will be Rask. As for the third child of the prophesy, Kittiness was carrying twins in the beginning until Falen Angel saw in a vision that one of the twins was dead already.

A world is supported by four things ... the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing ... without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. We make that the science of our tradition. Fear and rejoice: I am Peace, Grand Mistress of the Necrovion Sentinels, and I bring you everlasting peace, death or balance in between. Our school is run by myself and my Brother, Marvolo. We are the flail, not the hand that wields it. We bring difficult lessons, dark lessons. We seek those who can learn them well - but we will tell you when your time has come. Here are the Masters - they will teach you: Marvolo Tzaroth747 SunPriestess I research the Arts of Darkness and share them with the Worthy. These are the Arts and lessons prepared for those who are ready. [u]*Death*[/u] - Assassination - War - Poison - Vendetta [u]*Biology*[/u] - Mutation - Exploitation [u]*Psychology*[/u] - Loyalty - Manipulation - Fear [u]*Metaphysics*[/u] - Shade Balance - Nature of the Living - Nature of Shades - Imagination Call us evil if you will - our means are indeed bloody and violent. Or call us dark if you like - certainly we prefer mystery and shadowy places. But in the end we are Death, a force of nature without which you cannot live, a counterpoint to the creative forces that flow within you. [b]Do NOT ask to join me.[/b] Only those who are proven hard will be asked in. Strength, dedication, brutality.

Seduction ftw! Do ~I~ really need to explain why ~I~ choose it? Well, as you all who know me have noticed I started as a seductress, plus this is a "spell" I use in real life as well.

As you all must have noticed, Khalazdad did come out of the Tunnel yet none decided to speak of his adventure. Thus I, his daugher Peace, will tell you of his story there. The story of the birth of a King. [i][center]~~~[/center][/i] Khalazdad can see the future and the past with equal clarity. This is his curse, part of the price he paid... but another story. He saw in the future a man, the Destroyer. He could defeat Khalazdad, his most potent defense, with his weakest force. He could shatter an alliance at a thought, even those whose loyalty scores numbered in the tens of thousands. He saw two ways to stop him, also. The first, a fiery death - he would grapple with the Destroyer, a losing fight given that he was so strong, but he could not resist the chance to fight Khalazdad. And, while he held him in place, fire would rain down on them both... Death. Mutually assured destruction. A price Khalazdad was willing to pay. The second way... I cannot speak of it. He went, thus, into Necrovion to seek the means to make the first come to pass. He got as far as the Tunnel of War. Do not ask how he came to be there. I will not tell you the way. Before him lay an arroyo - a box canyon, the end blocked by a fall of rocks. Before him there were two guards, facing away. Whether they were stone or flesh he could not say. He knew he could not move past them, however, nor was there any purpose. He was overcome with stillness. he stood vigil there, meditating, seeking the will to step forward. In the Outside world, people began to gather and to send him their good wishes and hopes, their recollections. A vigil of many gathered in peace and unity of purpose. It was an astonishing outpouring of love, and Khalazdad felt it. It... changed him... On the third day of his contemplation, the scales fell from his eyes, and he acquired a will. He saw two new destinies. he saw - he heard - his own voice. In the world, teaching in a new way. And he saw a circle, a ring, a thing of metal. It might mean nothing... or everything. And suddenly the blank wall of the canyon seemed to be an illusion. The rockfall was artfully placed to conceal a passage. Khalazdad decided he would push past the guards there. They faced away, as if to stop exit from necrovion but not entry to it. He would pass them or surpass them, and step into the dark. But the stone guards turned and spoke to him. "We are the silent guardians. We are called Left and Right. Left is Yin and I am Yang. I am organization and Right is entropy. Left is riot and entropy and I am the past. I am care and gentleness and Right is bold arrogance. Left reads your mind and I hear your words. I will allow you to pass. What will Right do?" "Why, Right will let me pass," he said. Left raised his eyebrows. "You speak quickly, small one." "The answer is clear, Stone Soldier," Khalazdad said. "If he will bar my passage, then my vigil here has all be for nought. Thus I will not answer that - it is a useless answer. Rather, I will have meaning in the suffering and privation. He will let me pass." Right and Left both turned away. He walked between them unmolested. The back of the arroyo was indeed an optical illusion. A narrow passage, a defile, hidden in shadow, lead off to the right. To the Deathmarrow. He darted down that passage, quickly moving into the heart of the place, where a huge towering thing grew out of shattered earth, the air ringing with the sound of wailing and moaning, as though the huge root were Sheol itself. A blasted, empty place, a place paved over, a ruin. He looked around, suddenly at a loss as to where to go next, what to do next. So long the object of his dreams this place, that now he had attained it he was immobile. "Ahem." He looked around for the source of the sound. There, at the base of the... the plant... two beings. A thin man with a purple silk hat and a monacle. And the Shade Sentinel. The Sentinel fondled a gold crown, very much unlike the one Khalazdad already owned. "Is he the one?" asked Top Hat. "He is," said the Sentinel. "Not very impressive." "I disagree," said the Sentinel. "Remember he is only flesh and dreams. He will serve. Perhaps even join us one day." Khalazdad stood like a slave at market, under the stares of dead eyes. Straightening his back, steeling his resolve, he said, "I have come for..." "We know what you come for," said the Sentinel. "And you shall not have it. Not today. Nevertheless, you shall not leave with nothing." "Stop your obfuscations and give him the damned crown," said Top Hat. "If he is the one, do it and get him out of here. I cannot abide the smell of their blood." Before he really knew what was happening, Khalazdad found himself back behind those guards, no real memory of how he came to be there. His head was heavy with a massive, ornamented thing of gold and gems - worth much more than his head, he thought. What does it mean? How could bear it? But there with him stood a man - an old, beared fellow, full of sadness and rage. And something else. SimplyZero was his name. Many know him and of him - but the young forget. When Khalazdad was just a few days old in this place, his story rang out as my Father's does now. A tale of riving. He went into Necrovion, you see, and came upon the Deathmarrow with vengeance and fury. And for his anger he was split into two. For the shades he slew he was made to give part of his life over as a Shade, connected forever to the underworld. In his story, Khalazdad learned what he needed to do when Wodin came, when the Shades offered alliance, when he needed to go into Necrovion himself. Had there never been SimplyZero, there would never have been Khalazdad. He was, as Khalazdad saw, the wellsping from which he flowed. And Khalazdad went out of that place and into the Desert again where he makes his home to embrace his family, his friends, and those who oppose him. There ends the tale and begins a new tale...

Spring Festival is over and yet none has made a list about the new RPCs and the spell documents they own to keep track on them. Anyone willing to do make one?

What if the story talks a little about MD in general? Where will it be told? And of course, Happy Birthday MagicDuel and may I also say a big thank you to the Creator of this world. :good: I believe you all know his name! So, cheers! :drinks: [center]~Peace~[/center]

I do not find anyone more fitting for this. You have my total support. [center]Peace Grand Mistress of the Necrovion Sentinels[/center]

[center]I belong to his crew, thus I am involved in this. And I support it. THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is the job of a pirate. To plunder lands and take their treasure. Cheers to the Captain! P.S. yarr [/center]

I remember the day when I first met the MRs. I was a newbie (not that I am not still one) but they did help me understand a lot about the fighting system. When a certain moment (and people) came and DEMANDED for this training ground to be public, I was there to support, as I am still now for a lot of reasons that many people already stated. I have no quarrel towards the dojo, but the training ground is a much more productive way for a player to evolve. It is well organised and populated enough, plus people do not have to wait until they get a respond as permission to attack. As long as all players are set, you come in, you do your training, you chat and roleplay at the same time. Your creatures gain quick wins, and no personal wins to mess with your balance, which is what leads to a huge amount of stats gained. The rituals are predefined therefore no wasting time to set and reset any rituals, your creatures are quickly upgraded. What else could you possibly ask for? ^^ Like Rotting Carcass said: Some people have the advantage of time they are in game, we have the advantage of the training grounds ^^ Thank you MRD, MRWander, MRV and all the MRs for all the effort and hard work they put into his. You had my support, you have it now and you will have it in the future. PS: I love the fact that there is an MRFluffy there for me to squeeze DarkPriestess - Peace

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