| Regeneration : |
229 |
| Energetic immunity : |
181 |
| Trade sense : |
86 |
| Briskness : |
186 |
| Initiative : |
111 |
| Defence : |
775 |
| Attack : |
1249 |
| Power : |
348 |
| Luck : |
58 |
| Woodcutting : |
304 |
| Herbalism : |
0 |
| Waterhandling : |
1 |
| Finesse : |
20 |
| Volition : |
21 |
| Cartography : |
4 |
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= 4000 |
| Principle of Imagination |
= 2190 |
| Time Principle |
= 4000 |
| Principle of Balance |
= 1855 |
| Principle of Enthropy |
= 4000 |
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Chapter 1 (What has gone before)
Laphers
hurried down the path from the crystal mine where he apprenticed to his
father as a crystal miner. His father watched him hurry home early
with disapointment clearly showing on his face. Laphers knew that the
disapointment was not for the quality or quantity of work he had
performed that day but because of his dream to create art. Art was
generally reserved for women who were connected to the power of
creation and men who attempted art were shunned, by men certainly and
also usually by women. The burden of his desire to create was
significatly heavier than the burden tucked inside his shirt. Clutched
to his belly, he held a clouded rose crystal that he hoped to create a
beautiful crystal flower for his mother. His birthing day was still
two moons away but he wanted this year's birthgift to be perfect. He
hoped to ask his mother to approach their neighbor, Ari, for permission
to be lifebound to her daughter,Illia.
Illia was beautiful, a
talented artisan and far above his station. He had admired her since
they were children but recently, after publicly rejecting the courtship
of the village's blacksmith, she privately encouraged Laphers to press
his suit. He could hardly believe that she looked fondly upon him.
Certainly, as children they played together but that was before either
of them knew that they were of different stations. Lifebonds outside
one's station were certainly more common in the smaller villages than
they were in the cities but the village priest still frowned on them
when there were possible suitors available. She was an artisan,
creating wonderful wall hangings that were sought after down in the
cities and had even received a commision from a noblewoman for a robe
to would be worn at Midwinter's Eve. It was said that she wove a
single strand of her golden hair in every piece she created but she
would not say to anyone if that was true or not.
His mother was
silently supportive of his artistic desire. A couple of years ago she
broke with tradition and gave him a gift on his birthing day; a set of
fine jeweller's tools. Since then he had spent every spare moment
practising. He had dozens of small carvings made of sandstone, granite
and recently he had allowed himself to practise on the crystal chips
and dross that came from the mine. But today was different. He had
convinced his father to allow him to leave early and to give him a
small crystal in lieu of his week's wages. He had chosen the crystal
with care. Though it was not clear and pure, he could detect no flaws
within the crystal. When struck, the crystal emitted a pure tone with
no distortion, indicating that it was pure enough to store an
enchantment. If he carved the crystal properly and could save enough
silver coins, he might even be able to buy an enchantment so that it
would seem to bloom every morning.
For days he spent his
evenings gently removing small chips from the crystal, gently forming a
crystal blossom. When the light began to fail, he would go to the
local inn where, under the careful eye of the innkeeper, the young
people would gather. Laphers spent many evenings there with Illia,
though always carefully scrutinized to ensure that neither's honour
would be compromised. During their time together, they spoke of many
things, his work in the mines, her current progects, how many children
each wanted, where they would live if her mother gave permission for
them to be bound to one another. But Laphers kept his art to himself
until one night as the crystal neared completion. He shared with her
his desire to create and even brought one of his later stone carvings
to give to her as a token. He feared his confession would cause her to
reject him and if she was badly offended by it, he may find himself
shunned by many within the village. To his delight, she loved the
small carving and wanted to know more about his art. When he shared
with her about the birthgift he was crafting for his mother and why she
grew excited.
"Mother
doesn't really believe in people staying it the station they are born
in. She thinks that people should strive to be more than what everyone
expects of them. I'm sure she'll look very favourably on your request
if she knows that you want to be more than a miner."
He hurried
home that night with those words ringing in his head. He worked even
harder in the coming days, carefully shaping each petal and leaf until
he thought it was perfect... or at least as perfect as it could be
without being an affront to the goddess. He carefully modified his
sense of pride so that it was in line with the priestess' teachings.
The
day of his birth arrived and he woke with the sun. He carefully
examined the rose for any missed flaws, gave it one last polish and
brought it to the common room so that his mother would see it when she
entered. He pulled back the the window tapestry so that the sun would
hit it and cause the facets to sparkle. He waited anxiously for his
parents to stir. As a child he couldn't wait and would run into their
room to wake them but that would not show to his parents that he was an
adult and ready for betrothal. Finally he heard striring in the other
room and his anxiety increased sevenfold. Was that a flaw on the left
inside petal? Was it balanced artisticlly? So many thoughts ran
through his mind and he almost went to the rose to remove it from the
table. But at that moment his parents came out to the common room.
His father came first and stopped as he saw the rose on the table. A
slight smile crossed his face as he took in Lapher's work. Then he
stepped aside so his wife would have an unobstructed view of her
birthgift. She entered the room and saw the rose sparkling in the
sunlight. Laphers heard her breath catch as she saw it. Her mouth
opened to say something but she remained silent. She circled the
table, looking at it from all sides.
"It's beautiful! You did this yourself? I have not seen anything better in the city, ever."
His
father looked surprised but not angry or disappointed and he even
smiled and examined the rose carefully himself with the odd nod of
approval when he saw something he liked.
After breaking their
fast together, his mother turned to him and said, "I can see that there
is something bubbling inside you that you wish to let out and it is
more than this wondrous piece of art that you have crafted. What is
it, my son?"
So with an anxious but hopeful heart, he conveyed his wish to his mother, that she would approach Ari.
With
a bright smile she said she would speak to Ari on the morrow and would
bring with her the crystal rose so that she could see what he could
achieve.
Chapter 2 (How Laphers came to this strange land)
To be continued
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Joined MD Jul 2009
Joined Woodcutters Aug 2010
Created Missing Cards quest Sep 2010
Assisted *Mya Celestia* for her Yule Ceremony by harvesting a Yule Log Dec 2010 (and following years)
Received Gold Veteran Stamp from Mur during one of the anniversary celebrations (2011 I think)
Loyalty Leader of Woodcutters Dec 2010 to Oct 2012
Requested creation of Ceremonial Log Sep 2012
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| Exploring MD |
Plan: To explore the physical and magical connections between
locations within MagicDuel.
Method: The physical connections between locations that appear
close together on the map, seem to be connected in some physical manner will
be examined. Theories based on those connections will be put forward especially
if the areas are not able to be travelled between directly. (Some OOC ideas
may be brought up in regards to game mechanics.) Items that will be used in
this investigation are: image within the area, name of location, co-ordinates
and the verse stirred up in each area (if any).
Phase 1: Underground and it's relationship to Overground (Marind's
Bell and No Man's Land)
Who/What formed the Underground?
It is my belief that portions of the underground were once an underground river
or aquifer possibly fed from the Storm Coast. Reasons for this belief include:
a tunnel that leads from The Storm Coast to just underneath Marind's Bell, and
the dry well at Fortune's Well. It appears that Fortune's Well (1_-1x1_1)leads
directly down to Underway Crosspaths(2_-1x1_1). The co-ordinates appear to show
that there is a relationship between them. There is also a shaft of sunlight
that shines from Fortune's Well down into Underway Crosspaths. It should be
noted that Bells Nymph Archway appears to be located at the top of the stairs
in Underway Crosspaths. (GameMech: It would be interesting
if conversations that happened in Fortune's Well also appeared in Underway Crosspaths,
perhaps as a "character" named ~~echo~~)
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It should be noted that there is no sign of occasional water within the caverns
at this time. This could indicate a major geological shift (perhaps something
that also separated this land from the Lands of the East)that caused the passages
to be drained or it could be that the water source was dammed or diverted by
someone for their own purposes.
Of course this is not the only connection of the world above to the world below.
There is also a grate that spills light down from the Champion's Dome Exterior
into the Fateless Doors. It is possible that this grate was added to ensure
fresh air in the lower chambers in this area as we can see there is development(in
the form of manufactured doors) in the lower chamber here. At a future
date I hope to explore more about the Fateless Doors.
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There is also a location that claims to be the foundation of the Marind Bell
Gates. The co-ordinates indicate that this may be true and the Underground must
travel under the walls of Marind Bell at some point so there is no reason to
not believe that it is in fact the foundation wall.
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The Gazebo of Chaos may be located directly beneath the Gazebo of Equilibrium.
The co-ordinates seem to suggest this. It does raise a question as to whether
the five pillars of each gazebo are actually the same pillars. Also, since Chaos
is usually the oposite of Order or Symmetry and not Equilibrium or Balance.
Does this mean that there is a Gazebo of Order (or the like) that is yet undiscovered?
Since I have not gained the ability to fly I am unable to search the skies above
the Gazebo of Equilibrium for another gazebo there. (After reading my research Awiiya suggested that equilibrium is a form of order which, in my opinion, is true but only so far that equilibrium is made up of order and chaos. I maintain that there is a distinct possibility that there exists a location dedicated to the idea of perfect order)
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Why is there a connection between The Underground and Marind Bell/No Man's
Land?
A few theories present themselves in answer to this question. The first is that
there was a reason to create an exit from Marind Bell; perhaps an escape route
for people in the time of war. Another option is that it was originally a route
created to allow an invasion force access within the walls of Marind Bell. This
theory does not seem likely mostly due to the amount of finished stonework done
on Marind Bell side. A third theory would be to allow access to the doors located
at the Fateless Doors. At this location, we can see three passages, a door in
good shape though locked through some unknown method, a door that seems to have
been destroyed by some amount of force, and a rough hewn hole that leads to
a bridge and beyond to the Gazebo of Chaos.
Do you agree or disagree? If you have any comments on my research please feel
free to contact me.
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| Syrian peeks around a corner, trying to spy on
Azull. She grins and stifles a giggle,
covering her mouth with her hand. "I can
hear you, Syrian," he says, turning around.
She frowns a moment before bounding up to him. "So, um, did you need me for-" She stops
speaking as Azull scowls a bit. Syrian
clears her throat before starting again, "I mean, was there anything else you
required of me, my king?" Azull shakes
his head. "Run along. Play, if you must." Syrian races across the Necrovion landscape
before pausing. "Stupid adults and their
stupid proto callings or whatever! Why
can't they ever just have fun?" Within a
moment, there is nothing but a cloud of dust where she stood as she's off to
make mischief. ... |
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