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526  Santharian World Development / People of the World of Caelereth / Re: Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker on: 11 September 2005, 01:49:00
Ok, here is my review as promised. My comments/suggestions in orange.

You may be unsurprised to see that I didn't manage to get all the way 'thru, but I will endeavour to do so at a later date.
EDIT: Well, maybe the same date. It's amazing what procrastination can do for your other endeavours :b



Overview: Lyeael'k (878 b.S.-842 b.S)., also known as Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker, was a ruthless pirate that raided merchant vessels along the Mithral Coast.

Lyeael'k was quite successful despite the fact that he commanded only the Tempest. His daunting attacks upon merchant vessels within the Adaninan Sea are legendary, and it is rumored that his looted treasure lies in the Dead Fisherman’s Grotto to this very day.

He had sailed with his crew for years aboard that majestic ship, though his first mate, Brytai the Bold, was the only man he trusted. Lyeael'k was a cunning pirate that used the storms to his advantage, using them as cover for the Tempest as he fired upon a merchant vessel. He always chose lone targets, as he was not willing to risk his ship in a sea battle. Once a vessel had been crippled by arrows fired from the forecastle, the Tempest would close the distance to allow her pirates to board it. Lyeael'k was always the first man to swing across to the other ship, and he would kill any man that dared to usurp his right to be the first in a fight.

It was during such fights that he earned his title, Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker. He would stand alone among the enemy, wielding his two cutlasses with a ferocity that cut down any man that came near, whether he be friend or foe. His clothes were always stained with blood at the end of a fight, though it was hard to detect since he always wore shades of red. I think the overview is too long for an overview, so I edited it down a bit – just as an example:

Lyeael'k (878 b.S.-842 b.S)., also known as Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker, was a ruthless pirate that raided merchant vessels along the Mithral Coast. His daunting attacks upon merchant vessels within the Adaninan Sea are legendary, and it is rumored that his looted treasure lies in the Dead Fisherman’s Grotto to this very day. His first mate, Brytai the Bold, was the only man he trusted. It was during shipboard fights that  he earned his title, Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker. He would stand alone among the enemy, wielding his two cutlasses with a ferocity that cut down any man that came near, whether he be friend or foe.



Appearance: From a distance, Lyeael'k appeared to be nothing more than a common man that stood at 1.8 peds. His clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly (this seems like a bit of a contradiction. Common, but with perfectly tailored clothes? Maybe just move the clothes section of the appearance down a bit, describing his skin and build first, see below for an e.g. of what I mean) and were always darker shades of red. He weighed only one and a half pygges with lean yet strong muscles covering his limbs. His auburn hair was often pulled back into a ponytail that descended to his shoulders, with a simple leather band holding his hair in place. His skin was kissed by the sun and weathered, the years spent at sea having marred his once fair appearance. (New paragraph)

(E.g. of rearrangement) From a distance, Lyeael'k appeared to be nothing more than a common man that stood at 1.8 peds. He weighed only one and a half pygges with lean yet strong muscles covering his limbs. His skin was kissed by the sun and weathered, the years spent at sea having marred his once fair appearance. His auburn hair was often pulled back into a ponytail that descended to his shoulders, with a simple leather band holding his hair in place. His clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly and were always darker shades of red.


Anyone who dared to assume that he was harmless due to his nondescript appearance did not often live long enough to regret such an assumption. Closer inspection would reveal blue-gray eyes that raged with the fury of a winter storm upon a calm sea whenever he fought. His angular cheeks were often covered with reddish stubble, giving him the appearance of a noble that has become savage during months at sea. Pale lips slashed horizontally across his face, often with the corners turned up in a sly grin. A thin scar, turned white with age, extended from his left temple to the right side of his jaw and slashed diagonally between his eyes, offering a sharp contrast to his tanned skin. How did he get this scar? If he got it from a sword-slash, wouldn’t it have been deep enough to kill him? Just seems a little unlikely, but if you can explain it I’d be fine with it.

A karikrimson leather jerkin covered his slender torso, leaving his arms bare, and his teki red pants were tucked into black boots that ascended slightly beyond his ankles. A wide black belt held the aeruillin red scabbard for his first cutlass on his right hip, and a black baldric of the same width crossed diagonally across his chest from his right shoulder to the left side of his torso and held a scabbard and cutlass both of which were identical to those held by his belt. The golden hilt of one cutlass extended above his left shoulder and it was wrapped with an aeruillin red strap of leather (Moves to sperate idea so:  . B)oth swords were identical in their appearance. His clothes were worn and stained due to his years at sea, though most of the stains were bloodstains.

Overall this is great. I really get an image of a rangy but solid, weathered looking man.


Personality: In his youth, he was a diligent fisherman that loved the sea no matter her temper. He dreamed of crashing waves and howling winds as he slept each night, and refused to love a woman for the sea was the only mistress he ever desired (I’d like a little more explanation here. It’s poetic, but eh? Was he gay? This probably would have been highly unusual, perhaps even to the point of being the thing he was then most known for). Even though he enjoyed his life as a fisherman, he always desired something more. He wished to explore the Adanian Sea in all her glory, yet he could never do that in a ducraer. (New para)

(The next two paras seem more history than is necessary for a personality section. Maybe you could move some of it to the History section and get this all to be more directly about his personality?)
He discovered his destiny on the day a galleon crewed by mercenaries visited his village, and he knew that this was his chance to escape a simple life as a fisherman. He (was accepted by the mercenaries and worked diligently beside them aboard the Tempest, and was truly content for the first time in his life. He found a mentor in the captain, Rytar, and it was Rytar that taught him the life of a sailor. Their bond was one that no mortal could sever, as Rytar viewed Lyeael'k as a prodgial son.

His personality changed drastically with the death of Rytar during a winter storm as he was afflicted with a deep sorrow, for he had never lost someone he loved to the raging sea. He was quiet and sombre (if you want to use British spellings) at first, blaming no one for the injustice of Rytar's death, but his thoughts slowly came to the Avennorian king. Without the orders of the king, Rytar would never have died in these cold waters. His hatred was not for the king alone, as he hated any aristocrat that dared to command the lives of men. They believed that they were superior simply because they had wealth beyond that of the common man, and anger at their kind began to build within his mind. (New para)

In a rash decision, he decided that he would take the wealth he needed to overcome the aristocrats of the world for he equated wealth with power, and he convinced the crew of the wealth and glory they would obtain sailing with him. None dared to question his right to the Tempest, as a fire burned within his eyes that lead them to believe that he would kill any man that questioned him. It was a combination of greed, love, and fear that motivated them to follow him, but it was his passion that kept them going in spite of the perils.

He began to lust after gold more than he did vengeance against the aristocrats, and he became suspicious of the crew. He suspected that they were plotting against him in an attempt to steal his gold, and he would defend his treasure with his very life. It is believed that he trusted Brytai the Bold simply because he saw the same fire burning within the essence of the young man. His anger often overcame his sense of reason, and he believed that it was his right as the captain to be the first in any fight.

Lots of history in here, and although it can be hard to extricate personality from the events which form it, I think the entry would benefit from doing just that, for clarity.


Biography: 878 b.S.- Humble Origins. Lyeael'k was born a simple fisherman in the village of Nepris. In only a few years, he replaced his father as the provider of the family and loved each moment he spent fishing upon the open sea. He dared to sail further than any other fisherman and could not be convinced of the deadliness of the sea.

In the year 878 b.S. during the month of the Awakening Earth, a son was born to a simple fisherman within the village of Nepris. It was the first and only child Ava blessed the couple with, and they loved him as dearly as they loved each other. Their life was a simple one, with the fisherman, Pielt, and his son rising each morning to row the only ducraer the family possessed out onto the Adanian Sea. They would bring home their meager catch each day, and his mother, Slys, would repair the nets. Of course, they were not always successful, and it was many a night that Lyeael'k would lay down to rest on his pallet with an empty stomach. (NP)

It has often been speculated that his lack of food, sustenance as a lad led to his slender frame later in life, though his strength did not suffer from the lack of weight. His boyhood was one spent on the open sea, and he promised himself that she would be his only mistress. He went to sleep each night dreaming of gentle waves and chaotic storms, for he loved the sea no matter her temper. (NP)

His role within the family changed as he grew stronger and his father grew frail, it was now his responsibility to feed the family as his father lacked the energy to fish from dawn to dusk. Lyeael'k took pride in his ability to catch fish and manage a ducraer singlehandedly, he would venture farther out to sea than any other fisherman dared and laughed when they warned him of the perils.


862 b.S.- A Young Man's Discovery. Lyeael'k dared to sail further than ever before and discovered the Dead Fisherman's Grotto (as it was later called). After spending a night within the cavern, he returned home to worried parents and told no one of his discovery.

In the year 862 b.S. during the month of the Burning Sky, Lyeael'k dared to venture further out to sea than ever before. His arms were then conditioned to the steady strokes of the oars, but even they began to tire as his village disappeared from view. He was surrounded by water and began to panic as he realized that he might not survive the trip home. The sun began to sink below the horizon, and he sought any island where he could rest for the night. (NP)

It was then that he perceived a cavern in the distance located upon a small island. His blue-gray (sou’cald blue :b  ) eyes looked upon what no man from his village before him had ever seen, the Dead Fisherman’s Grotto. It had yet to earn such a forlorn name and was merely a cavern where the sixteen year old lad rested for a night. The stars were his last sight that day (stars, day? I know what you mean, but it’d benefit from being changed) as the gentle sound of the waves lulled him to sleep. (NP)

He arose with the sun the next morning and was amazed as he saw the cavern for the first time in the light of day. It was much larger than he had previously believed, and he discovered that the wall he had felt in the darkness was not truly the end of the cavern. An opening extended a ped from the cavern floor, though it was slightly too narrow for a grown man to fit through, and he ducked through it to find an even larger room than the one where he had slept. The chamber ceiling vaulted high above his head, and he could not perceive the far walls in the absolute darkness. (NP)

Lyeael'k was too eager to get home to spend the hours it would require to explore the chamber fully and rushed back to the opening of the cavern where he found his ducraer, exactly as he had left it the night before. It was several hours before the village of Nepris once again came into view, and he was surprised yet pleased to learn that the village elders had sent (unnecessary ‘the’) younger men to search for him. It was the first time in his life that he realized his own importance, and he began to act more like the man he was becoming. Though he did not shirk responsibility, he told no one of the cavern he had discovered preferring to keep it as his personal secret.


858 b.S.- A Fisherman Becomes A Sailor. The village of Nepris was visited by a galleon (unecessary ‘of’) crewed by mercenaries. After resting at the village for a night, the sailors set sail only to discover Lyeael'k stowed away below deck. The passionate words of the fisherman (- and perhaps the difficulty and length of time it would take to turn back) convinced the captain to accept him as a member of his crew.

In the year 858 b.S. during the month of Sleeping Dream (no e) ress, a galleon was spotted sailing near the Needle’s Eye. The elders of Nepris held council to determine what action should be taken to greet the ship as the villagers watched it sail majestically through the Adanian Sea. Lyeael'k wearied of such deliberation and set out alone in his ducraer to greet the ship. (NP)

It was the first time that he had ever seen a ship larger than a ducraer, and the young fisherman was enchanted by its beauty. Her two masts boasted of white sails sewed from the finest silk, and her oak hull was designed and built by master carpenters in the city of Marcogg. It is said that Lyeael'k knew from the moment his gaze came to rest upon the Tempest that she would someday be his to command. The figurehead carved in the image of Baveras seemed to be a sign from the goddess herself that this was his destiny. (NP)

His diminutive ducraer sailed alongside the larger ship (bow waves?) , and he hailed their captain with as loud a shout as he could muster. After a conversation shouted among the crashing waves, the young fisherman was soon leading them to his village of Nepris. The ducraer darted before the Barek as a mithanjor fish darts before an ancythrian shark. The elders were not pleased with Lyeael'k’s rash decision, and he was not allowed to attend the meeting where the elders greeted the strangers. Their garb and manner soon revealed that they were mercenaries employed by the Avennorian king, and they could only stay in the village for a night to rest before they continued their hunt for pirate lairs. (NP)

The Tempest sailed with the rising tide, her beauty clearly matching that of the heavens. Unbeknownst to (the mercenaries) , a young man had stowed himself below deck on the ship and was soon discovered by the cook. He was soon (two ‘soon’-s in a row) dragged before the captain, Rytar, and asked why they should not simply throw him overboard. Lyeael'k spoke of his desire to sail the sea and be more than a simple fisherman, and the stern captain was swayed by his passionate words. It is believed that Rytar saw himself in the blue-gray eyes of the young man and could not refuse such a passionate spirit. His diligent manner soon won the hearts of the crew, and their lighthearted jokes eased his mind as he worried about the parents he had left behind. Cool. I think this is well enough explained. Tho I would like to know what became of his mother – was she already dead when he left?


848 b.S.- A Sailor Becomes A Pirate. The death of the captain weighed heavily upon the Lyeael'k, though the crew wished to return to Marcogg and collect their meager wages. Lyeael'k convinced them to seek wealth and glory by becoming his crew as he raided vessels along the Mithral Coast.

In the year 848 b.S. during the month of the Turning Star, (how long is this after he first joined? I know you have the dates there, but it would be nice to have it written in the text, for ease of reading.) Lyeael'k prospered among the men he considered to be his brethren aboard the Tempest. It was well known among the crew that Rytar favored Lyeael'k and looked upon him with fatherly love. It was odd how such a stern man could find love in his heart of stone, yet it seemed as though fate had a sense of humor. The captain trained Lyeael'k to wield his cutlasses with skill and speed, as Rytar was an experienced mercenary himself, and his pride for the young man clearly showed in his eyes. The simple fisherman had become a skilled sailor during his decade aboard the ship as it sailed the Adanian Sea, and he wielded his cutlasses with finesse. They had been gifts from the captain, and every member of the crew envied their golden hilts and sharp edges. (np)

It was during the third night of this month that Baveras took the captain in a winter storm. The crew accepted his death, as they knew that life on the open sea was a gift from Baveras, one she could withdraw at any moment. Yet (Unecessary comma)  Lyeael'k mourned the death of Rytar, though he did not blame the goddess. Instead, he turned his fury upon men and cursed the king, a descendant of Rekj Swanhild, for ordering the Tempest and her crew into these waters, searching for pirates. His hatred went beyond the king and extended to any aristocrats that believed that they could command the lives of men simply because they were wealthy. Rumors of pirates raiding the Mithral Coast had been circulating among the people, and the king was not willing to spare any of his ships to deal with the matter and had hired mercenaries instead. He (name)  did not believe the rumors that pirates sailed these waters, as he had not encountered any during his (how many?)  years aboard the ship. The crew wished to sail to Marcogg to collect their meager wages and await the day that an aristocrat would once again require their services. He leapt upon the forecastle and spoke with a passion derived from grief and defiance. Greed compelled them to accept his offer to sail under him and be his crew as he raided merchant vessels along the Mithral Coast, for they considered his vendetta against the king and all aristocrats to be a personal one and only cared about the gold. In an ironic twist of events, they became the pirates they had searched for during the past decade. I found this whole section confusing. I think it could do with being reorganised into a more coherent flow.


846 b.S.- Blood Is Spilled. The pirates attacked their first well armed merchant vessel after having success against lesser merchants. Lyeael'k is consumed with greed as his eyes first look upon piles of gold within the cabin of the merchant. Any hope he may have had of returning to his life as a fisherman was shattered as he killed the merchant in cold blood.

In the year 846 b.S. during the month of the Changing Winds, the pirates attempted to raid a well-armed merchant vessel. Previous to this, they had been raiding along the coast and stealing from lesser merchants that could not afford to hire guards. The moral e  of the men suffered as they discovered that trade goods were the only items these vessels carried. Even the finest silk was useless to them without a buyer, and they did not dare show their faces within the city of Marcogg. (np)

The Tempest closed with the merchant vessel as death rained (clarify as to upon whom – I didn’t find it immediately apparent) from above in the form of arrows fired from the forecastle of the pirate ship. The pirates did not escape unscathed as several suddenly had arrows blooming (cool metaphor!) from their bodies. Lyeael'k was the first to swing across to the other ship, and rivers of blood stained the deck as he sent the guards into Queprur's embrace.

His men were faced with their own mortality, and many wished to flee from the battle. Declaring that any man who dared to run would be killed from behind by his very blades, Lyeael'k charged toward the captain of the guards. The captain was no match for the pirate's fury, and he perished after confronting those whirling blades. He (not in chronological order so it would help to add “did, however,” or “before he died/perished” left his mark upon the face of the Crimson Berserker (as he was now called by his men), slashing his sword downward and opening the wound that later became a scar by which (unnecessary ‘the’) people recognized the pirate captain. (np)

The guards' valiant efforts could not ensure their salvation, and the pirates soon found the greedy merchant (counting?! Trying to hide the gold would be more likely. He’d have to have the proverbial balls of steel to be counting anything whilst a battle was raging on deck!) his gold in his private cabin. He begged for mercy, offering to pay a ransom for his very life. The soul of the former fisherman became consumed with greed as his eyes stared at the gold. Such greed destroyed any remnant of the diligent youth that blood had not already washed away, and he severed the neck of the merchant without any hint of mercy in his blue-gray eyes. (Ooooh, nice)

844 b.S.- A Pirate Comes Home. Lyeael'k rediscovered the cavern where he had slept for a night during his youth. He singlehandedly conveyed the gold and jewels from his ship to the Dead Fisherman's Grotto. He welcomed Brytai the Bold as the newest member of his crew, believing that he was a kindred spirit.

In the year 844 b.S. during the month of the Fallen Leaf, Lyeael'k sailed upon the waters (of the Adanian Sea, or some other bit which connects back would be good here) where he had fished as a youth. The hold of the ship was piled high with gold and jewelry obtained from several successful raids upon merchant vessels. It was as if he were a stranger to these waters (, as he). He could not connect (connect is quite modern. Perhaps recall, sense?) with the simple fisherman he had once been. A winter fog seemed to cloud his mind, and he could only dimly recall the cavern he had discovered in his youth. The arduous journey made in a small ducraer was the most memorable aspect of his discovery, and he guided the helmsman to the Dead Fisherman's Grotto (as it was later called). (np)

It is said that as the ship neared the island (rearranged slightly) his eyes looked beyond the cavern and into his glorious future. The crew began to unload the treasure, but Lyeael'k demanded that he be the only one to touch it. He ordered the crew to sail for the nearby village of Nepris to rest for the night, and they were to meet him at the cavern in the morning. They set sail after he spent hours carrying as much gold and jewels as his arms could hold at one time, making several trips from the ship to the interior of the cavern. Instead of sleeping under the stars as he had as a youth, he slept upon a bed of gold within the chamber he discovered decades ago. (np)

His crew met him the next morning (uneccessary comma) with a new member and reports of an elder named Pielt that had objected to their overnight stay. The name of his father and his fate at the hands of the crew meant nothing to him (eh? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about in this phrase. Call me dense :b ), but he became enraged as he noticed the new recruit. It was a man who called himself Brytai the Bold and claimed to be quicker with his daggers than any man alive. He had been traveling across Southern Sarvonia, and it was luck alone that allowed him to meet the notorious pirates. Neither blinked as blue-grey eyes stared into those of Brytai and a sly grin crossed the face of the pirate captain. It is said that he saw the same fire that he looked upon each morn in the mirror within the eyes of Brytai and knew that he had finally met a man that he could trust.


842 b.S.- Betrayal. Lyeael'k and his crew were confronted by a fleet of the Caltharian king. Defiant to the end, he refused to surrender, but his crew betrayed him and cast aside their weapons. The dagger of Brytai the Bold was held at his throat, and each one died on the blade of the other. The crew was killed by the sailors of the fleet, who considered their deal with Brytai to have ended with his death.

In the year 842 b.S. during the month of Molten Ice, the War for Anycros paused for a few years with the signing of the Declaration of Alvang and Arteros the Weak (as he is later called), the Caltharian king, dedicated his diminutive navy to the hunting of the pirates whose raids had turned northward in an attempt to avoid a fleet of the Avennorian navy. His, Lyeael’k’s, (otherwise it looks like you mean the king’s) men spoke of retiring from their unlawful lifestyles and mutiny loomed in their near future as escape from the two navies seemed impossible.  np

Lyeael’k would not listen to the crew, and not even the words of Brytai the Bold could sway him. His cavern held the gold, silver, and jewels of many vessels, but it was not enough. His wealth was insignificant compared to that of a king, and he desired power and wealth beyond that of any king. The Tempest evaded ships of both navies with ease until the day she was confronted by a fleet of the Caltharian navy. The words of Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker were lost to the howling wind as his men cast aside their weapons and Brytai the Bold held his dagger against the throat of the pirate captain. The betrayal by the only man he trusted on that ship infuriated him beyond any rage he had previously felt, and his cutlasses impaled Brytai as the dagger slit his throat. Their blood mingled upon the wooden deck of the Tempest as the navy watched from their ships. Believing that their promises to Brytai were broken with his death, their archers fired upon the Tempest and killed each pirate as Queprur welcomed them into her embrace. The once majestic Tempest was left adrift in the Adanian Sea at the mercy of Baveras.


Importance: Lyeael'k the Crimson Berserker is a figure of myth and legend among the people of the Mithral Coast. His ghost is believed to haunt the Dead Fisherman's Grotto, forever guarding his treasure against any who would dare to steal it. Several fisherman have claimed that they saw a ghost ship crewed by the undead sailing across the Adanian Sea. It is believed that the ghost ship is the Tempest, and that the crew sails the sea in search of treasure to appease the anger of the captain they betrayed. Outlanders consider the legend of Lyeael'k to be nothing more than a fishwife's tale, yet even they do not sail anywhere near the Cliffs of Alonnog. Few men dare to venture within the Dead Fisherman's Grotto, and those foolish enough to do so have never returned.


Wow, this is so cool, Eri! I love the idea, all bloodthristy and... well, piratical!





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Edited by: Grunok the Exile at: 9/10/05 13:27
527  Santharian World Development / The Santharian Herbarium / Re: Sou'cald Moss: Updated usages section after Holt on: 01 September 2005, 15:32:00
Oh, yes, Art, coz mentor sounds sooo much more important than webmaster :p

Fixed! I have said that the dye method was discovered in Holt and that they are the main (but now not exclusive) producers of the dye. I seem to have a problem with always wanting to speak in absolutes. I blame all the scientific essays for university.





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528  Santharian World Development / The Santharian Herbarium / Re: Sou'cald Moss: Updated usages section after Holt on: 30 August 2005, 22:35:00
As you can see, I have only put up the usages section as this is the only bit I needed to change. The first paragraph is from (but does not comprise all of)  the original entry, and the second is the new stuff I'm wanting to add. :biggrin  





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529  Santharian World Development / The Santharian Herbarium / Sou'cald Moss: Updated usages section after Holt on: 30 August 2005, 22:32:00
Usages. Some animals like deer, mimsies and other animals of the forest may lick the Sou'cald Moss for the moisture it excretes. It does not have enough of a body to be of decent nourishment. Some birds may pluck off the arms of the Sou'cald to use as nesting material.

The Sou'cald was discovered to produce a greyish-blue dye by the dyers of a small village in Manthria called Holt. This is one of the only places currently known to encourage the growth of the sou’cald, both because of the difficulty in growing the moss in climates which humans find agreeable and because of the myths associated with it. The dye is created by harvesting the moss and drying it on great racks within dye sheds. The moss is then left to soak in fermented human urine for up to a month, and the resulting dye is used to dye bolts of cloth, or packaged and on-sold in liquid form.





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Edited by: Artimidor Federkiel at: 9/2/05 15:59
530  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: Pikel on: 09 May 2006, 15:18:00
Grunok lands heavily as he jumps down from the cart which has brought him back from the southeast and his research.  He had been pleased that his little friend had asked him to come to this party, even though the missive had arrived too late for him to arrive with time to spare for the niceties of bathing or changing.

Striding across the stones to the steps of the Great Hall, Grunok takes in the familiar and beloved sight, sad that he would be able to be here for only such a short time.  Ducking into the hall, he spots Pikel next to his old mentor and runs up to give him a quick hug and rumble "Congratulations" in his now only lightly accented Tharian before the gnome is called up to the stage by Artimidor.

531  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: The Official Santharian Development Code on: 14 December 2005, 13:18:00
I, Grunok the New Santhalan, do promise to abide by the Code of Santharia. I shall respect all citizens of the Kingdom, not judging them by age or race or gender or creed. I shall encourage, help, and support them. I will put forth my best effort to create, edit, and complete original entries for the Compendium of Santharia, in cooperation with my fellow Compendiumists. I will take the time to comment, critique, and suggest for others' entries. In all ways I will foster the spirit of cooperation and fellowship that brings all of us together as Dreamers. This vow I make this day, 14th Frozen Rivers, 1665 a.S., and from henceforth...

532  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Journeywoman Grunok on: 23 April 2006, 18:57:00
Well, I think it's time I bowed to the inevitable.  As you have all seen, I have been woefully inactive for the last few months and it is only going to get worse as fencing tournaments start, assignments are due and then exams roll over me.  Also, I have been neglecting my Youthline commitments a little for the tiny amount of stuff I've been able to do on the RP side, so I think, as I said, it is time.

I will miss you all, and be assured that I won't forget you.  I do love Santharia, so don't be surprised if I pop up at odd intervals with new information on the history of a small Manthrian town, or an opinion or three.  Perhaps think of it as a research trip: Grunok leaves the library to attempt to research the strange, two-tribe history of Chronrda.  Santharia is safe these days, so I shall certainly be back, barring misadventure.  When, or for how long, noone can say.  Such is the life of the journeyman.

533  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: Inauguration of Marvin Cerambit to Full Membership on: 20 March 2006, 05:21:00
Grunok trips over the departing Eyelian in his haste to get to the party for which he knows he is late. Not quite catching himself, he barrels out of control through the crowd around Marvin, various shoulders and sides eventually stopping him just short of the Gob-Oc.  

"Sorry, sorry!" he says to everyone, deep furrows of apology creasing his sloping brow.  His yellow eyes light on Marvin and he seems to remember why he is here. Giving a hearty slap on the back to his fellow Orc, Grunok grins toothily at the new full member.  "Well done, Marvin, I knew it wouldn't be long.  Anyone who can get their head around that cart-all stuff, and then write about it certainly deserves to be a member!"  

Grunok gives Marvin another wide grin, taking in the clothes with a knowing look and chuckling, as he wonders if Marvin had found the little man as oddly effusive as he had.  Wondering if the annoying - if talented - tailor's head would still be attatched to his shoulders, Grunok decides that now would be a judicious time for a departure.  One last slap on the shoulder is all that prefaces the Losh-Oc's departure as he hurries back off to all that has been occupying his time for the latest, very busy span.

534  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Here (s)he is! on: 20 December 2005, 00:51:00
Grunok hugs and waves, smiles and thanks dizzily at and to all the illustrious members of the dream who come to greet him.  

He laughs as Talia's Aj takes a bite out of the remaining horsemeat but is sure not many will mind - orc food is not to many hmans' taste. He has only a few moments to wonder what is in the box she handed to him before the newest apprentice approaches him, also bearing a gift.  A bow? thinks Grunok.  He is somewhat chagrined by the present as it is one of the few weapons he never could handle, but he appreciates the sentiment behind the gift, and has long since learnt not to begrudge a certain amount of ill-feeling toward him for his heritage.

To the slim human woman - a stranger - he shouts back good-naturedly "Over here!" before running off to investigate the great crash and to try to revive THE PHILOSOPHER who is loking remarkably more wrong than usual.  When he feels assured that Ishmaelion will be alright he turns around and pats Morcanaan happily as he stubles witlessly past, pleased to have finally had some contact with the much-admired Dragonmaster.

535  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: Inauguration of Grunok the Exile to full membership on: 14 December 2005, 12:15:00
Just as Grunok finishes his portion of meat and cleans his hands, the doors open and in strides a tall, elegant but troubled styros.  Kain is a friend of Grunok's, but in this incarnation he has been known to be violent so rather than his usual effusive greeting, Grunok nods gravely to the elf and waits to see what he will do.  

Kain speaks and, as always when this version of the man talks with him, Grunok wonders if his, Grunok's, command of Tharian is as good as he thinks, but then remembers that Kain's lanuage has always been archaic and so he should not worry.  Finally Kain say something he can understand - if barely - 'May your posts ever posper in the evenecent light of acceptedness!' and Grunok smiles at the elf.

Kain's next move surprises Grunok almost as much as his earlier mutterings had confused him.  Grunok's thoughts went something like this: 'Oooooohhh, shiiiny.  Ooohh, shiny and hugely expensive.  Shiny for ME? Wow! Shinyshinyshiny!'  His eyes are so fixed on the glittering gem that he almost misses Kains smile, but he looks up just in time to see the normally frightening styros' face transformed into something warm and natural.  Returning the smile, Grunok holds the diamant up above his head where light from the higfh windows can dance through it.  He smiles even more as all can see the stone and appreciate the amazing generosity of the elf who even now is retreating.  Somewhere inside the orc a 24 year old woman squees and hugs.

As he slips the stone into a pocket, the thought crosses Grunok's mind that he might see if he could find that beautiful winged creature again to try to have a conversation with her, but then a thought popped into his mind as he remembered what had happened last time - long ago in Voldar - he had been entranced by a person with wings.  Instead he looks around after one of the people he hasn't yet seen - the Shendar Talia.  

She is not immediately visible, so he walks over to see if he can see Takashi.  Not seeing the man - although this is hardly surprising as the small elf has been known to be able to disappear from sight as quickly as a ghost - Grunok decides to avail himself of the black ink and ceremonial quill which lie beside the Code.  With gravity appropriate to the occasion he approaches the table.  He waits until eveyone has had a chance to see where he is and what is to happen next; he then picks up the quill and with a flourish signs his name to the Santharian Dreamers' Code.  From this day, he thinks as he writes, I am no longer an Exile.

Edited by: Grunok the Exile at: 12/13/05 19:19
536  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: Inauguration of Grunok the Exile to full membership on: 14 December 2005, 03:39:00
Grunok's head starts to spin as all the people he has met, and some he hasn't, come up to greet him.  It must be the crowd or the heat or something getting to him - he is not sure why, but he seems to suddenly be saying and doing things he had no intention of doing, like drinking with Curgann - he has never been a drinker so he doesn't see how he could beat the Knight, but beat him he does, strangely enough.  Bemused at the way he suddenly feels like a puppet on strings, he shrugs off the feeling and takes control of his body and voice once more, silently daring whatever god it was to try it again, as this time he would be ready...

Despite the odd feeling still having been upon him when he had said so, he does recognise the horsemeat and waits with barely-restrained eagerness to try it.  He has eaten cooked meat for many years in deference to the often delicate human sensibilities, but he never could get used to the lack of juice which results from their often overzealous heating of the meat.  Setting his plaque aside for a moment Grunok takes the knife and begins to cut small cubes of the meat for all those who will take it.  As he does so he notices Takashi wielding a quill in his direction.  Grunok signals to show that he has his hands full with the carving - not to mention the blood - sorry, "juices" as humans say - on his hands which would smear that sacred document were he to sign it now.  Still, he nods his thanks to the quiet young man and resolves to sign it before the evening ends.

Eventually he has cut enough to fill the trenchers of al those who will have some and he cuts a generous serving for himself.  Delicately, he uses his clawlike fingernails to transfer bits to his mouth while he wanders around the room.  A flash of fur catches his attention. Was that a - no, he thinks.  Wait, there it is again. "Mina?" he says, looking around for the elven spellsmith.  Grunok looks at the bunny again, wondering if that is actually a friend of his called Necro, seeing as she seems to be so fond of turning him into a bunny...

537  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: Inauguration of Grunok the Exile to full membership on: 13 December 2005, 13:39:00
Grunok took the other Orc's hand and shook it firmly, unafraid of squashing this one.  A grin crosses his face as he hears Marvin speak, and he replies in the same language: "And you, brother - or you will officially be when you get your proper speed on.  We should sit down and have a drink some time," he says, lifting the flask that he is fairly sure the Gob-Oc will have caught the scent of.  His grin broadens and he decides not to resist as he continues - "There is a wonderful tailor I have to tell you about..."

Grunok spares one last, somewhat mischievous grin for the other orc as the Bard approaches before he turns his attention fully onto her.  His smile only broadens as he hears Judith's welcome, so that he looks, as usual when he is in this mood, at once more dangerous and more benign - like a great green cherub with fangs.  Grunok grabs the Bard and hugs her softly (for him) lifting her into the air slightly as he does so.  He wonders for a moment if it is embarrassment that sends her scurrying off to the kitchen but her words about a surprise send his cheeks flushing a darker green in pleasure - and a slight amount of worry.  If there was one thing Grunok disliked almost as much as crowds it was those terrible things - utensils, he recalls - with which one was required to eat.  Oh, he had given them a try, on a number of occasions, but he  had never been able to manage them.  The only thing they're good for, thinks Grunok, mulishly, is pushing perfectly good meat on to one's lap.  Or the floor.  Or worse, he thinks, recalling one of the messier adventures he'd had with knife and fork.

538  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: Inauguration of Grunok the Exile to full membership on: 13 December 2005, 02:14:00
Grunok returns Alysse's hug, gently, aware of his own strength even after long months at a desk.  He takes the flask with a grave nod.  He was pleased and relieved that the scarred bard had been able to accept him, but he soon wondered if that was true when the sour smell of fermented milk reached his wide nostrils.  His eyes mist for a moment as that smell brings back all the memories of a happy childhood, and then with them come the memories about how it ended.  He puts his nose to the stopper and breathes deeply, reminding himself that that pain was what had finally brought him here, where he belonged.  Maybe F'ash knew that.  He would have to talk with that bard, and soon.  His eyes watch Alysse's back as she walks away.

As she leaves, his first and best friend in the compendium walks up to him, walking as gracefully as ever but looking slightly rumpled.  At that moment one of his shoes pinches and so Grunok steps and leans forward a little to adjust it just as the elf slaps him on the back.  Grunok leaves the shoe, embarrassed at the thought that people might think a skinny elf like Eri could make him stumble - him, a 3 pygge orc!

Answering the elf's question Grunok replies in his deep, rumbling voice which now has only a hint of an accent - a growl to the 'r's and a subtle hiss to the 's'es - "Well, if you had been there the other day, I sat with Art here and Talia and Alysse and told them the whole story of how I came to be here.  I think the notes are still on my desk under my Courtford entry if you want to read them.  At the end of that I told them all what I would choose as my plaque.  I think you'll agree that it is appropriate," the orc says with a mysterious smile, hoping Eri had heard as he escaped Artimidor's reach.

539  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Inauguration of Grunok the Exile to full membership on: 12 December 2005, 19:32:00
Grunok waits nervously behind the curtain where his mentor had led him just minutes before - minutes which felt like hours, but paradoxically flew by too quickly for his taste.  He wipes his damp hands on his new tunic which is a soft fawny brown colour decorated with gold stitching at the hem.  He also wears the matching darker brown breeches that the tailor had provided, insisting that 'it is imperative that you have a perfect set of clothes for this most auspicious occasion,' and that he 'must never again wear clothes tailored for humans, nonono, you must always come to me so that I can have the pleasure of crafting the perfect compliments to your marvellously different figure'. Grunok's anxiety lessens for a moment as he thinks of what Marvin would have to say if he, Grunok, was to send the other orc to this tailor.

His anxiety returns in full force as he listens to the crowd gather, and then finally he hears Artimidor introduce him.  Plucking up his courage he walks out onto the stage with an angry-looking expression on his face.  This look may alarm some (after all, who wouldn't an angry orc alarm?!) but those who know him at all would recognise this as Grunok's thinking face, which also, as they find out today, doubles as his worried face.  Being an orc in a human-dominated world has left Grunok with a small but appreciable fear of crowds, a fact which, in typical Losh-Oc form, he has so far disclosed to no-one.

As he walks on to the stage he sees his mentor smiling at him and tries to return the expression, but only manages to bare his teeth which makes him look even more menacing.  However, he has only taken a few steps forward when he hears the familiar and well-loved slurry voice pipe up to congratulate him.  His fear diminishes to almost nothing as he realises that all these people are his friends, most of whom he knows well and others of whom he is sure to come to know and love just as much in the future.  He looks back at Artimidor and grins widely at the drunken gnome's antics.

540  Organization and General Discussions / Announcements and Web Design / Re: NUUUUUUU!!!!!!! on: 18 December 2005, 14:37:00
Hello!  :hug

I have a temporary solution of a laptop which my dear man brought from his work, so I should be able to be on a bit more. In saying that, I won't be up to my usual volume of presence for a few reasons - one being that I am not a mac user, so I'm taking twice as long to do anything cos of finding which buttons do what!

As far as my data goes, I'm hoping it will be fine cos it was our c drive which fizzled.  That's the one which contained windows, while most of my stuff was stored on a seperate drive, which I think is contained in a seperate physical hard drive.  So basically it's just a matter of finding a new hard drive upon which to install windows, or finding room on one of our other hard drive to install it on so that we can access the stuff.  Hehe, fiance briefly played with the idea of networking the pc to the laptop so that we could access our files through the laptop's os but he'd have to do that thru the bios... needless to say he gave up on that one fairly quickly!

Right, now I have to go to work but I shall make time at about this time tomorrow to get on and catch up on all I've missed :D  

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