Before anyone bitches. I could care less if I bothered anyone. In fact I enjoyed it a with Charice, a lot.
I really really hope I aggrivated the piss out of you Charice you lying full looting piece of trash.

Hard to play on my satellite but I did manage to begin distending.

Pruh, you were the only one to get me in a true one on one fight. Surprised me with that oil of sight. I never used it because of the side effects. I guess they aren't a big deal.


No role exp after 45ish hours and many silly deaths. And no real way to group since there are ZERO friendly humans an AP can travel with (With the exception of one I won't give away)

I'm convinced the game is hacked and there are ways to lag people's connection out.



Argonia. You're lame. I started to full sac you in the woods, but changed my mind. I should have. Normally when I find your duergars in the mists you run back to arkham/recall and quit.

I might have continued if I had gotten some Role exp today, but I didn't so I'm out.

Role follows.

Eleven young men of various races stood shoulder to shoulder in a hard strait line. Each was covered head to toe in a full suit of armor, only their stony faces were visible to onlookers. The armor shone like black glass and each piece on each man was placed in exacting detail, each man dress right dress with the other. But the armor wasn’t glass, and even though it shined, it was not metal.

A closer look reveals the men are in fact barely more than boys. The proud youth were cadets of the Paladin’s guild, their black armor was hardened leather shaped and fitted like suits of actual battle armor, to train young men on the proper wear and use of such gear. It’s high shine came from simple leather polish and was a clear indicator of each soldiers discipline, for when they had been issued, they had been shaped but still the tan of the original leather.

Down the line walked a pair of older knights, each in mithril armor that gleamed like mirrors. The younger of the two, a man in his thirties bore the emblem of a rampant jaguar on his breastplate while the oldest, an ancient dwarf shuffled along in a suit that bore a scraped and gouged symbol that was only barely recognizable as that of the ancient god Boltthrower.

As the passed each student they paused and the old dwarf would raise an ornate silver scepter and touch it over the heart of each student. When he did, a soft golden light would shine from it’s tip and spread down the dwarfs arm and he would smile and his eyes would twinkle kindly from under his immense bushy brow. Then with a feeble not he would walk to the next, the young human hovering nearby for support should he need it.

Time and time again he passed with the same result, until he came upon a tall human named Geoffry. He pauses and his brow furrowed as he looked up at the boy and as he raised his scepter to the boys heart his hand trembled causing the end to wag about until it thumped audibly on the breastplate, scratching a line and marring it’s polish.

Nothing happened and as time went on the old dwarf’s hand began to shake more further defacing the leather breastplate. To the left and right of the man, the other students began to twist just enough to see what was happening out of the corner of their eye. The Older human reached down gently and grasped the wrist of the old dwarf and guided his hand away. With a simple shake of his head the old dwarf ambled down to the next student, a tall elven man. A moment later a glow told a stunned Geoffry that the elf had passed where he had failed the Test of Hearts, the final test before he was given his guild credentials and set free to find his faith.

When the Paladinic students were released from formation they all cheered and shook hands, except for Geoffry. He just stood in place stunned, why his cohorts, boys he’d known for years shouted jubilantly toward each other, but skirted or looked past him.

Only when the thirty-something human took his arm did he snap out of his daze. Daethen Brosgim was the Head Instructor for his class and had been a mentor for Geoffry for more than four years. With a look of sympathy and a firm hand he stared Geoffry away from the others and out of the temple.

They walked down a side walk that was lined by holly. The bright colors of the bushes did not reflect his mood, but the sharp spiny leaves of the bush did.

It was hard for Daethen to speak, but when he did, it was free of the customary sternness that Geoffry associate with the man.

“Son, I’m sorry. But some things aren’t meant to be.”

“Master Brosgim! How, what, it’s not!” stuttered Geoffry.

“Head Master Finniagin’s wisdom and soul sight are greater than my own.” Began Daethen. “And he didn’t see what the gods require in you. And honestly son, I have had my own doubts for some time now aswell.”

Still looking stunned Geoffry asked, “Doubts? What doubts?”

With a silence that only the tread of their boots interrupted they walked before Daethen finally spoke, “You are a jealous man Geoffry. Your eyes betray you when ever you look upon the other races.”

“Never sir!” he protested, but in his heart of hearts he knew it was true.


Ever sense he had entered the training to become a paladin, he had never placed first. In any competition. Creative writing, poetry, running, endurance marches, even lifting where he excelled was taken from him by a boisterous storm giant named Jad. He enjoyed the competitions immensely and was able to take his loses in stride, but over time his resentment began to grow. As they all trained and aged together, Geoffry found himself landing covert cheap shots here and there. Whether it was emptying an inkwell, or accidentally striking a nerve pocket during wrestling matches. He’d justified unfair behavior as leveling the playing field against the other races. They had their strength and speed, he had his ingenuity.

But he’d never gone beyond that, and now here he was, judged and found wanting. Denied the one thing he’d dedicated so many years to.

“There can be only ten Geoffry. You know that.”

“But, I never thought I wouldn’t be one of them.”

“You have learned much here. Much to take with you. You will be successful in what ever path you chose.” Daethen said, before adding, “ You will be leaving today, before the final ceremony tomorrow”

The ceremony! He had forgotten it. His father would be present. The old baron would be embarrassed nay enraged! Panic set in until Daethen calmed him.

“I’ll send a runner to your father so that he does not come to the ceremony tomorrow. He’s coming up the Hardan road I assume and will be flying the family colors no doubt.”

With tears in his eyes and his head hung in shame Geoffry walked around the grounds with the Paladin until he composed himself. When he had they returned to the Barracks that had been his home for so the last several years. His possessions were already packed.

“So this is the end?” Asked Geoffry.

“No son, it’s the beginning.” I’m proud to have known you. Why the gods choose a different path for you I can not say, but I sense greatness in you and you will be a fine example for humanity in your own way.”

“It’s so sudden…”

“All beginnings are. We like when a story ends slowly and logically, but your story isn’t over son.”

Daethen helped him with his things and dispatched the messenger to Geoffrys’ father before escorting him through the streets of Seantryn Modan to the Wind Flower Inn. Once there they secured him a room and Daethren gave him a small bag of silver. The wages each student was accorded for their time serving in various charitable ways for the guild.

1 gold, 20 silvers and some coppers. Four years wages…

Daethen did stay for a time, no longer the stern task master, but a cordial and kind older man who was as gentle about the circumstances as he could be. But after a couple hours he did leave and Geoffry found himself all alone.

He lay on his bed looking at the ceiling sometimes crying sometimes seething as he tried to come to grips with his circumstances.

How long it had been he couldn’t say, but eventually the loud voices from down stairs drew his curiosity and he realized he was hungry. Dressed only in common clothes he descended the stairs and found a table where he ordered his dinner. A simple meal of bread and meat stew washed down with water.

As he ate he became aware of a woman, a very fetching woman looking at him from a couple tables over. She gave him a coy slant of her head and a bright smile, the effect of which immediately made him feel better than he had all day. He was after all a young man and subject to all the furies young men suffer.

He continued to eat but his eyes kept darting to her and she was always looking back. Irritation set in and in a single fluid move he dropped his bread in his bowl, scooped the stew up and his water and stood. A couple long strides latter he was sitting across from her.

“Is that better?” he asked. “Is the light better here? I don‘t want you to go blind staring in the dark.”

He kept his eyes averted to his bowl as he ate otherwise he would have seen her hand release it’s grip on the hilt of a dagger at her side.

“Indeed it is.” She said pleasantly before stating matter of fact, “So you’re Geoffry.”

He choked on his soup and spluttered in his water as he tried to wash it down.

“How’d you know my name?”

“Let’s just say that not all people in the paladin’s guild hall are paladins.”

“Don’t I know it.” he said sardonically as he looked at her suspiciously.

“Better than most it seems” she said with a lilting laugh until she saw his scowl. “Oh pooh. Put that face away. I’m here as a friend.”

“Who are you lady?”

“Sally.”

“Sally?”

“Do you prefer Susan?”

“No I would prefer to call you Sally, Susan.”

With a laugh that sounded like angels singing she clapped and said, “Sally it is.”

“What do you want?”

“Well Geoffry, I want to give you a second chance at another guild.” She offered.

He chuckled before washing down the last of his soup, “The warriors guild so desperate they are looking for castaways now?”

“Perhaps” was all she said.

He mulled it over as he stare at her. The light played so well on her, he could feel his urges rising, but his discipline took over and he pushed those thoughts from his mind.

“Were you thinking of me?” She asked.

“I was” he responded truthfully.

“But not anymore?”

“I don’t wish to be unseemly Ma’am.”

She pouted, “But you aren’t a stuffy old Paladin right?

A long pause, “Not anymore” was the reply, a cracking in his young voice.”

“Can we go up to your room? I would like to make you an offer you can’t refuse and get to know you better.”

For some reason he agreed and before he knew it they were in his room talking like old friends as he poured out all the pain and disappointment of years in the guild. Soon tears were flowing faster than the wine she’d brought and when the sun rose he woke next to her naked form, feeling not at all guilty about anything.

He didn’t go home the next day, or the day after that. He spent all his times exploring a side of himself that had long been denied, happy to share his thoughts with the woman and eager to hear her own. The days turned to weeks and then a span of months.

It wasn’t long before his shame at his failure turned to hate. His dream of being a champion of man had been denied to him. He had wanted to be someone great his people could look up to. A grand example for others to follow.

Then Sally offered to show him another way. And she explained that there were other powers besides the gods that granted might to mere mortals such as themselves. She spoke of demons, and at first he rebelled against the thought, but her earnest words and gentle touch soon melted his resolve and he listened and thought to himself.. “Why not?”

What difference does it make how he inspires people? What’s more… Why shouldn’t his people reign supreme over all others? Soon those seeds of envy were trees of bigotry and intolerance. And he dreamed of driving the sub-humans from the land with wrath and woe.

So it came to pass when Sally bade him to wear his armor and follow her. It was a new moon and the streets were dark. He sensed they were not alone but he could see no others.

“It’s time to put your skills to use. There is a thief, has been breaking into the Empresses cargo on the dock. You are going to kill them.”

He was sweating now and excited. He didn’t want to let Sally down but he had his doubts. The weeks learning the names of helpful demons and learning a simple (And surprisingly utilitarian) ice spell.

“We don’t want any witnesses so you kill the sub-human dog. She added. “Understood?”

“Understood.”

Soon they found themselves on the docks and she led them right to a pile of crates where a man was rummaging quietly through a box. With a word of magic Geoffry and Sally both vanished from sight and crept invisibly up on the man. Geoffry began his incantation and was about to pounce when Sally simply ran her sword through the man’s back, killing him.

“I thought you wanted me to kill him” Geoffry asked confused.

He confusion grew even more great as he realized the thief was a woman. A purely human woman. “What is this? This is a woman, not a man and she’s no half-elf!” he whispered harshly.

“I never said the thief was a man, and I never said the thief was a half-elf.”

With that a shimmering began just to the side and a burly human holding a hand over a small half-elven girls mouth materialized.

With a voice that commanded obedience and brooked no argument he said, “She saw everything Geoffry Deuchene, and now she knows your given and family name.”

The reality of it all set in like a ton of bricks, inescapable and crushing. He looked at Sally, still beautiful, but with a look of bemusement and perhaps hope in her eyes.

“I haven’t got all night Geoffry Deuchene, and neither do you.” The imposing man said threateningly.

All the nights with Sally came back to him, she had shown him real feats of power where the Paladins had taught him nothing. She had been truthful to him.. Hadn’t she? At least until now, and even then she hadn’t lied, he’d heard what he wanted to hear.

He began to chant and his hand became ringed in frost as he cast his lot in with dark forces. The girl tried to scream but the palm of his hand covered her mouth and soon it was frozen shut and her head became incased in ice, then her neck and shoulders until he was spent. When he let go she fell heavily to the side, the impact breaking off one of her pointed ears.

Suddenly a warm hand slipped into his own as Sally led him to the man and ordered him. Kneel before your Guild Master Geoffry Deuchene. Kneel in joy and fear.

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Geoffry Deuchene is not a xenophobe, he just hates the other races that share the world with humanity.

As far as he’s concerned, there are too many people already. How much easier would life be if man kind didn’t have to share their space with the sub-humans? Minotaur are exceptionally repugnant to him due to the manner of their creation. Half-elves, arial and felar are also exceptionally repugnant to him.

He still adheres to some tenants of the Paladin’s code, even if it’s subconscious when he does. (Note Humanity = Humans only.)

1. Live to be the guiding light for all humanity to follow and look towards. Your
beliefs must be as solid.
2. Not so much
3. Think and control your actions before bloodshed. Patience and diligence
will guide your actions.
4. Never abandon your beliefs.
5. Fight and exact justice for all of humanities worthy causes.
6. Provide hope for all humans.
7. Be fair of speech and actions.
8. Never lie; be true to your word.
9. Respect the laws of the land and those who seek to enforce them.
10. Respect, Integrity, Valor.
11. Not so much.
12. Not so much.

He will only travel with other humans if he can help it, though he might make an exception if he can gain from a brief association with a sub-human. After which, that sub-human is going to disappear.

For Geoffry, the only good sub-human is a dead one.

But he is loath to strike other humans even hostile ones and will seek to avoid conflict with them as best he can. That’s not to say he won’t, he just tries not to.

Sally (Not her real name) vanished soon after he was initiated, no doubt to recruit other young souls.

Geoffry’s parents think their son is an adventurer of the warriors guild and is still proud of his son. His father does not know the extent of Geoffry’s cause and perhaps sensing something he takes pains to ask too many questions when Geoffry visits.

Geoffy is merciless with regard to sub-humans and believe the answers to nearly all man’s problems are solvable with raw naked violence. And he’s happy to have the aid of demons that will see his quest to it’s end. But he does fear for his immortal soul and his death weighs heavily on his mind some nights. On those nights when Sally (He laughs when he thinks of that silly name) isn’t occupying his every thought.

Geoffry will aid other humans who ask him for help. No matter if they are good or evil. He may aid them even if they don’t. He is their champion after all.

The only gods that hold any sway in his heart are those of human origin.

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P.S. Geoffry did lie to avoid the law a few times. So sue me for not following that part of the code! :)



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