Ungod

I gave +rep to Azull's post because of the bogus nomination thingie (john smith much?), but I don't think the event should be postponed. There are a number of nominees that deserve the awards for their play/work this year (maybe I'm just saying that because this year there are a number of new 'characters', so it isn't like a ceremony for the same people all over again) Rookie of the year: MaGoHi he was nominated already

won't tinker it anymore, here it is November was fading. Gloomy clouds, moving like a herd of bufallos on the celestial plain, were shielding the earth from the light. On the Plains of deceit, three small figures were wandering - blue shadows in a ash-green field. The children were out to play. Look, a beetle! said the boy, beding over a small creature. Startled - or maybe just shy, the bettle spread its flippers and flew away. You scared him, Asthir, said the girl beside him, with a giggle. You bug repellant, you! Asthir sulked, but he went on, searching for things of interest. Grasshopers jumped in his footsteps and small insects buzzed around him, their peace disturbed by this rowdy giant. Here and there, a poppy intruder emerged from the withered grass. The weather wasn't sunny, but it was still warm; oddly warm for this period of year. The smaller girl, a five-year old, holding a plush toy, stopped by a mullein and picked a flower. Leave that be, Sysy, said She of Stars. Why? I like it, replied Sysy, and walked further away, holding the yellow flower in her half-opened hand. Sysy, wait up, said She of Stars, annoyed. Stick to us, don't go too far. No, I can walk on my own, turned Sysy. You don't have to take care of me. She of Stars wanted to object, but thei attention was drawn to a whizzing sound. They raised their heads and Asthir pointed to a point in the sky. Look, a stag beetle! It was indeed a stag beetle, and it flew in circles lower and lower, until at last it set upon Asthir's hand, chattering its jaws fiercely. She of Stars screamed: Throw it away, throw it away! Don't let it bite you! But the beetle didn't bite. It just settled in the shaking palm, looking at the three with its red eyes, twitching its feet in an odd manner. They all gathered around, to see it better. The coal black bug looked like it was covered in steel plates, shining like blades out of their sheathes. It was big and didn't look alive, for some reason - but it was moving. Wow, I never saw one this close, said She of Stars. Let me see it, I wanna see it, too, cried Sysy. Asthir lowered his palm and Sysy chuckled, looking at the beetle. It shined like a dark treasure - or a brand new toy. She stretched her arm to grab it, letting the mullein flower slip. Suddenly, a gushing wind blew and threw them on the ground. When Asthir rose, he found no words to describe what was in front of him. He stood in wonder, while She of Stars and Sysy rose slowly. They weren't hurt - just got frightened by the sudden shock. When their eyes looked up, they saw a huge stag beetle, the size of a house, in the middle of the field, feeling really out of place. They blinked repeatedly and Sysy rubbed her eyes, but none would utter a word. Then, before they could speak out,a staircase slowly drove out with a swish, from the beetle's rear. It looked inviting enough, with ligh brown tuff stairs, but scary nonetheless. Asthir made a few steps in its direction, but someone grabbed his hand. No, Asthir, please! cried She of Stars. Let's go back! But...it's not dangerous, replied Asthir. Sysy grabbed him by the legs and wouldn't let go. And so they stood for a while, holding to each other in their own way and looking at the strange being. The beetle twitched, turned his jaws towards them - that looked like he broke in half - and his giant red eyes watched them. Then, it started to drive up the staircase, little by little. Asthir cried and rushed towards it. She of Stars grabbed Sysy by the hand and ran after him. The staircase stopped, rolled back and waited. Asthir peered into the inside of the machine, but only a diffuse light came out. He then made up his mind and with a frown climbed a stair. The girls followed. As soon as all three stepped on it, they felt drawn inside of the beetle's belly. The staircase slowly got them into a lighted place and stopped. Behind them, the aperture shut. Yet it wasn't fear they felt - but sheer amazement about the place. The floor and the walls were covered in light brown tuff and there were bright lights coming from lanterns hung up from the ceiling. On the right, there was a wooden counter, with mugs and glasses all over it, framed tightly by two big barrels. Behind the counter were shelves, going from ceiling to floor, with all sorts of drinks. Also, there were a few barrels of a smaller size, stacked upon each other, close to the wall. On the left, there were round tables surrounded by chairs, with napkins, glasses, plates with bites of food on them. The windows on the left wall had wooden blinds down, but it was hard to believe there was something else than hard rock underneath them. So why the blinds? A larger round table, with a small inscription on a side, reading 'Live Help Operator', was placed somewhat in the centre, closer to the bar. And at the end of this room, there was the contour of a door, but there seemed to be no way of opening it. Sysy rushed to a cube she saw under the big round table and started to play with it, while She of Stars and Asthir were moving about. She of Stars asked: What is this place? It looks like a tavern to me, said Asthir. But all the bottles and glasses are empty. Barells sound as being full, though, he said, knocking on one. Don't even think about it, Asthir! eyed him She of Stars. I wasn't, I was just... stating a fact. They heard a noise and quickly turned around. It was the cube Sysy found; she had tapped it with her fingers and a melody started to pour out, filling the room. A flame was kindled in the fireplace, just like that, and the room was getting warm. This place is fantastic! cried Asthir. She of Stars started swirling, with her arms wide apart, laughing. She soon got dizzy and rested on the wooden counter. There was a golden bell there and she rang it, amused. A drawer popped out from nowhere and she saw a curious book with no covers in it. It seemed to say a great deal about people from a distant past - maybe not even people - and it was a tale of struggle and journey into the unknown. She rested upon a page which had something like a map drawn on it - but it was an unfolding map, with its lines and points merging into other lines and points. It was growing and growing, ever larger, getting out of the paper, and her sight was expanding along with it, while Sysy played the cube, giggling. Asthir took a roundabout of the table, ignoring the pack of cards thrown carelessly near a pint, and approached a curious thing - it was a chess board, placed on a barrel. There were two chairs to its sides and Asthir sat in one. The chess figures were weird, as if sucked out of a dream, carved in a flickering stone. He took an aramor rook and placed it two squares forward. He chuckled, thinking it was the turn of his invisible friend. To his suprise, he heard a murmur and an aperture was opened where once was a closed door. Sysy and She of Stars heard it too and they came with their toys by Asthir. They decided to explore the next room.

isn't that the definition of success? besides, failing in this case will be a good lesson, and succeeding will be a nice surprise. or are you afraid it will prove another move with no consequences? (a.k.a lethargy continues)

I'm all for change and I'd like to see what this one brings. Good luck! However, weren't LR leading characters called 'consuls'? If I may ask, is there a difference between consuls and kings/queens?

Ungod, 250021

I'm staring at the online list of people and randomly click on names...and some of them work http://magicduel.com/players/Neno_Veliki http://magicduel.com/players/Mythrandir some not http://magicduel.com/players/Ryan_Delphus

Same here and...StoreNow links aren't working either...

indeed

so funny...as soon as I re-entered the East and got past the pub, I was drunk once again. But I swear I had consumed nothing, officer! Edit: not funny anymore. I keep getting drunk and then sober and then drunk again and then sober...withdrawal symptoms?

well, since rain is global, so should fire be (yea, herbs in all scenes could go to zero, why not) edit: it could be land-based...but it doesn't sound as good. (rain is not global? by global I don't mean all scenes, but those with water)

zany idea (for the record, I don't think depletion is bad, all my idea says is 'let's make whatever happens now more interesting'): [spoiler]since there is rain for replenishing water, why not have fire to help herbs grow? I bet some would be happy if suddenly timezone didn't matter since new herbs appeared, unscheduled. why fire? well, after a fire, plants grow faster, there is a renewal of the land. A firespell would either lower the herbs to a percentage of their current quantity or of the max quantity or even to zero (EDIT: and increase the regen rate of herbs by a percentage - from 25 to 50%, maybe) This could be system-triggered or player-triggered. A player could use the spell when the herbs are at 0 and therefore making more herbs grow, for everybody's benefit, or when he/she wants to prevent someone from depleting, by...depleting. haven't thought about the drawbacks, there must be some.[/spoiler]

After long labor, with tens of ideas crashing into each other, my submission will probably appear to be like those aramor ships on the beach of Golemus... anyway, here it is http://storenow.net/my/?f=76fcfa2a1457caef7b4066d90344b51e

Welcome!

I read the ones available in the MDA long time ago and I have to say I found them very well done. I would like to see others made,if possible, with the same quality.

I would also like that the device gets a use :)

That's good enough for me, thanks :)

Rookies, yay! Nice application, we'd love to see you in Marind Bell. The question that always comes to my mind is...why Marind Bell and not another land?

methinks you are not allowed to post the effects of tokens, just the name will suffice

I look at things with the indifference I once detested... I lay in the armchair as in the hands of some god... but no, I am not...why should I... be broken? The voices of birds and the voices of dogs all echo the same - you really cannot expect much from life. I attach myself to things with the loyalty of an old dog, with the determination of the one who doesn't want to die, but doesn't know how to live. Tomorrow is another day, and I will stare at the horizon still... Today I need to save my breath and put you to work... There is no salvation, never was - just some sort of delight.

Ungod 250021

I walked into the city of light now adorned with the dreams of the night as I walked, the streets decayed and paved roads glittered with guilt. The old tower was falling as I climbed the steps of a church or maybe a tainted temple of old. And the birds spoke of roasted hearts or from roasting hearts or from trees. Then a storm rose and a great tidal wave made us all little fish in an ocean. And I found an old armor and I found an old lance and I rose to the surface, encumbered. Lest I was in Asgard, I dreamt dreamt of birds flying the skies among spears of light who cried human. There I saw two suns warming the sea below and I was blinded as I understood the light... I was awaken by a knight, patrolling the streets "Sir, you alright?" And the edited version: I walked into the city of light Adorned with the dreams of the night And I stepped on the marble, decayed, And under my guilt it would break. But I moved on, not stopping until I reached, at the base of a hill, the cellar of a temple of old or of a shop, filled with cursed gold. One-eyed ravens, from trees, sang of death and of heroes burnt by wyrms' breath And I took an old armor and shield And a sword with runes on the hilt. But when I tried to handle the gold It was turned into greenish mold Then a wind rose and I heard some cries Ripping the earth, tearing the skies. Water poured through the cracks of the world, From eggshell I made a stronghold And I stood hidden, my knees to chest Until all was immersed, I rest. Then I broke free from my agèd egg And put reins on a seahorse stag And swam to the light that I would see, Through water blue, all above me. No sooner I had reached the upper veil I heard a shriek that gave me chills And a bird grabbed me, its talons sharp, I struggled like freshly-caught carp. But in vain, for the bird took me high To the twin suns shining in sky. Will the bird kill me? Or will the heat?... I woke up to the sounds of the street.

My point was more like EE dropping was becoming the norm (as his mood panel posts), which I found to be just sad (so, robbed, deprived etc are not right words, because you cannot steal something that does not exist). Regardless of Wittys motives, her intentions caused the right havoc, in my opinion. I say this after seeing what happened, obviously - on our private forum I told her this is hard, if not impossible :) I would not have liked the status quo of EE posting in mood panel every day. I think he deserves to be MP6 more than WItty...for now, at least, but not like this. (even if he was dropping because of some less active or just lazy people)

When Witty announced her intention, EE had already dropped (and he kept dropping through the last months). Well, he would have got back (and down again and then back again), but robbing is not the right word...if anything, it started a needed discussion.

You don't like that? Then how about gladiators? Wanna see you in the pit ^^ Edit: more on topic - some tests with complete removal of freezes (or allowing only one bird) can be made. Freezes are half of the problem here.