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Enter Nimon

Jidaelle — Wed, 26 Jul 2017 14:47:05 GMT

Jidaelle:

Before we begin our tale, there is something you must do dear friend. Take care, because
this decision will affect the rest of your game.

It's time to pick your character.

*[[Ryd]]: Ryd is a Craiss (the Craiss are a vampiric race, except instead of being undead they are very much alive. They look almost human, but they have glowing red eyes and sharp fangs) youth who was exiled from his tribe for failing to complete the rite of passage. Venturing out into the Forest of Ash, Ryd seeks to slay a powerful force. He knows that if he returns back a conqueror then his people will accept him once again. Ryd is a Slayer, meaning that he can use swords and has a medium amount of health. Ryd can wear light, but not heavy armor.

*[[Lannis]]: Lannis is a Dalf'ellan (Think elves! Except obviously they're not elves pfft) who lived in seclusion within Uru's wizard tower. His master, Uru, answered the call of the king to try to close the scars, and he left Lannis behind to attend to his affairs. Lannis awaited his master's return, but is starting to suspect he has died. Lannis leaves the tower behind to finish what his master started. Lannis is a Necromancer, which means that he can cast magical spells to summon minions and destroy his foes. He can use staves, but no armor. It should be noted he is quite fragile, but he also has a familiar, Pakki, to fight by his side.

*[[Adnes]]: Adnes is a Kaeling (Kaelings are nature spirits who took human form: tall, beautiful, rock-esqe people) who grew up serving as the Hearth Keeper of the Temple of Aime, a task only for women, but since her twin sister died at birth, Adnes was raised as a girl to be the Hearth Keeper instead. One day, while Adnes was out meditating with the spirits of the Forest of Ash, undead attacked the Temple of Aime. Adnes returned to find all her fellow monks dead, and on that day she swore she would see the spirits of her fellow monks avenged. Adnes is a Monk. She can use the Sacred Powers to cast some healing spells and she can wield a spear in combat. She has moderate health and can wear light armor.

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

You wake up in your room

Jidaelle — Mon, 01 Feb 2016 20:13:11 GMT

Jidaelle:

Waking up in the morning you feel, like you often do, your twin’s morning wood brushing against your own. The feeling makes you blush, and you pull your brother in a little closer to you. Devin kisses you as he starts to grind into your faster. He soon smiles and says “good morning Dlyan, I see you’re horny as usual”.

“Well you keep grinding into me throughout the night” You say as you kiss him again. “Besides, it not like that one time I woke you up by docking with you”.

Devin pushes you back a bit “that was a hot but rude way to wake someone up”.
You roll over and look up at the ceiling as you think about what you might want to do today. After a moment your brother moves over and sits down in front of you as he reaches over and starts to jack you off “might as well take care of each other's morning wood” he says.

You return the favor to him and start stroking his cock. You try to time your strokes with his and you both slowly start to work up to a full erection before you lean forward and kiss Devin. He lets out a moan as you slide a finger into his foreskin. He quickly starts to do the same to you. You gasp as he gently rubs your very sensitive cock head. You always love the feeling of your brother rubbing you like this. You shiver as he moves his finger to the underside of you head and you quickly start to feel an orgasm coming on. Your brother looks at you “if you cum first you own one dare”.

You moan and you look at him and start to go after his most sensitive parts and you can tell he is close to cumming as well. After just a bit more time…

[[Devin cums first]]

[[You cum first]]

[[Kevin walks in and catches your two]]

[[Sam is standing in the door]]

[[Your father comes in saddening and screams at you two]]

[[Category: Gay Teen At Eighteen]]

Gay Teen At Eighteen

Jidaelle — Mon, 01 Feb 2016 20:11:27 GMT

Jidaelle:

A story about a newly legal gay teenage boy. Choose your character and have an adventure!

(WARNING: May contain any and every sexual fetish as the writers may vary in sexual desires.)

THE BOTTOMS:

*[[Trent, 18, Caucausian.]]
*[[Bobbi, 18, Caucasian (Crossdresser)]]
*[[Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)]]

(Feel free to add)

THE TOPS:

(Feel free to add)

[[category: Gay Teen At Eighteen]]

Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)

Jidaelle — Mon, 01 Feb 2016 20:10:59 GMT

Jidaelle:

You: Dlyan, a very short blonde twink with hair going down to your shoulders. You're only 5 feet 2 inches tall and what little body hair you have you shave off. At 110 pounds you are not just skinny but also outright scrawny. You look much younger then you are and you often dress in a childish way. Your cock in only 5 inches long, but you have about 1 inch of extra foreskin hanging off the end even when you are hard. You live with your brother and parents in a large house, but most of the children had a roommate in years past.

your brothers are:

Devin: Your identical twin brother. He looks just like you, and even your parents have a hard time telling you two apart. He sleeps in the same bed with you, as you are very close to him. He is about 5 minutes older then you. You and him love hanging out with each other, often going swimming in your pool or playing video games in your room. You and him have fooled around, but you haven't had sex with him.

Kevin: 19 years old. Your next older brother. He used to share a room with you and Devin. He is a real horn dog, and is always hitting on anybody he finds hot, which are either guys or girls. He has light brown hair and some freckles. He really likes to keep himself clean and well groomed. Like most of your family he is taller then you at 5 ft. 10 in. He has a bit a chest hair, but other than on his face, he lets the hair grow. He wants to go in to business and/or real estate.

Sam or Sammy: 20 years old. He is the shyest of the family. Sammy really does not like to go out of the house; he mostly just plays on his computer and his guitar. You know he is in the closet and he might have a thing for bondage, but he refuses to talk to you. He is a little short, standing at 5 feet 8 inches. His emo style hair is naturally a darker blonde then yours, but he dyes it black and red.

Isaac: 21 years old. He is the party animal of the family and he can and will get you beer, or in to parties at any time. You and Devin are kind of close to him and you have covered for each other from time to time. Currently he lives in a dorm and is studying to be doctor. He often says he is the mailman's baby since he is the only child in your family with black hair, which he keeps just above his shoulders. Speaking of his shoulders, you don’t even come close to his, since he stands at 6 feet 4 inches.

Stephen: 23 year old and living on his own as a car mechanic. You and Devin often hangout at his house after school, since you had to walk past his house on the way home. You know several people at his shop and he is rather laid back, though you think his girlfriend might have thing for and your twin brother. He keeps his light blonde hair cut short and he has a good amount of muscle.

Matthew: 25 years old. Your oldest brother and the only one who is circumcised, which he had done after he moved out. He works for a survey company that specializes in hazardous assessment. He often is away on trips and he has told you that you and Devin can come with him on a trip. You know from skinny dipping with him that he is very well hung. He keeps his light brown hair in a pony tail. He has a wife, and she has issues with some of the family members; she also has 2 kids of her own from a previous marriage.

Other family members:

Roger: Your dad. He is around his late 50s. He works as manager at a ranch nearby. He really did not like it when you came out of the closet, but he calmed down after a few months. He had hair like yours but it has since turned grey. He is about 6 feet tall.

Susan: your mother. She is a rather tall woman about: 5 feet 8 inches. She is a rather active woman and really likes to go out to social events. She did accept your and Devin's coming out with her typical sense of humor "but gay for each other". She also has a job as a real estate broker, and for the last few years she has been working more and recently got promoted up to a high position. She came from a large family and most of your cousins come from her side of the family.

LETS STARTS THIS STORY

[[you wake up in your room]]

[[category: Gay Teen At Eighteen]]

Gay Teen At Eighteen

Jidaelle — Mon, 01 Feb 2016 20:09:55 GMT

Jidaelle:

A story about a newly legal gay teenage boy. Choose your character and have an adventure!

(WARNING: May contain any and every sexual fetish as the writers may vary in sexual desires.)

THE BOTTOMS:

*[[Trent, 18, Caucausian.]]
*[[Bobbi, 18, Caucasian (Crossdresser)]]
*[[Dylan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)]]

(Feel free to add)

THE TOPS:

(Feel free to add)

[[category: Gay Teen At Eighteen]]

Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)

Jidaelle — Mon, 01 Feb 2016 20:09:14 GMT

Jidaelle:

You: Dylan, a very short blonde twink with hair going down to your shoulders. You're only 5 feet 2 inches tall and what little body hair you have you shave off. At 110 pounds you are not just skinny but also outright scrawny. You look much younger then you are and you often dress in a childish way. Your cock in only 5 inches long, but you have about 1 inch of extra foreskin hanging off the end even when you are hard. You live with your brother and parents in a large house, but most of the children had a roommate in years past.

your brothers are:

Devin: Your identical twin brother. He looks just like you, and even your parents have a hard time telling you two apart. He sleeps in the same bed with you, as you are very close to him. He is about 5 minutes older then you. You and him love hanging out with each other, often going swimming in your pool or playing video games in your room. You and him have fooled around, but you haven't had sex with him.

Kevin: 19 years old. Your next older brother. He used to share a room with you and Devin. He is a real horn dog, and is always hitting on anybody he finds hot, which are either guys or girls. He has light brown hair and some freckles. He really likes to keep himself clean and well groomed. Like most of your family he is taller then you at 5 ft. 10 in. He has a bit a chest hair, but other than on his face, he lets the hair grow. He wants to go in to business and/or real estate.

Sam or Sammy: 20 years old. He is the shyest of the family. Sammy really does not like to go out of the house; he mostly just plays on his computer and his guitar. You know he is in the closet and he might have a thing for bondage, but he refuses to talk to you. He is a little short, standing at 5 feet 8 inches. His emo style hair is naturally a darker blonde then yours, but he dyes it black and red.

Isaac: 21 years old. He is the party animal of the family and he can and will get you beer, or in to parties at any time. You and Devin are kind of close to him and you have covered for each other from time to time. Currently he lives in a dorm and is studying to be doctor. He often says he is the mailman's baby since he is the only child in your family with black hair, which he keeps just above his shoulders. Speaking of his shoulders, you don’t even come close to his, since he stands at 6 feet 4 inches.

Stephen: 23 year old and living on his own as a car mechanic. You and Devin often hangout at his house after school, since you had to walk past his house on the way home. You know several people at his shop and he is rather laid back, though you think his girlfriend might have thing for and your twin brother. He keeps his light blonde hair cut short and he has a good amount of muscle.

Matthew: 25 years old. Your oldest brother and the only one who is circumcised, which he had done after he moved out. He works for a survey company that specializes in hazardous assessment. He often is away on trips and he has told you that you and Devin can come with him on a trip. You know from skinny dipping with him that he is very well hung. He keeps his light brown hair in a pony tail. He has a wife, and she has issues with some of the family members; she also has 2 kids of her own from a previous marriage.

Other family members:

Roger: Your dad. He is around his late 50s. He works as manager at a ranch nearby. He really did not like it when you came out of the closet, but he calmed down after a few months. He had hair like yours but it has since turned grey. He is about 6 feet tall.

Susan: your mother. She is a rather tall woman about: 5 feet 8 inches. She is a rather active woman and really likes to go out to social events. She did accept your and Devin's coming out with her typical sense of humor "but gay for each other". She also has a job as a real estate broker, and for the last few years she has been working more and recently got promoted up to a high position. She came from a large family and most of your cousins come from her side of the family.

LETS STARTS THIS STORY

[[you wake up in your room]]

[[category: Gay Teen At Eighteen]]

Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)

Jidaelle — Mon, 01 Feb 2016 19:53:28 GMT

Jidaelle:

You: Dylan, a very short blonde twink with hair going down to your shoulders. Your only 5 feet 2 inches tall and what little body hair you have you shave off. At 110 pounds you are not just skinny but outright scrawny. You look much younger then you are and you often dress in a childish way. Your cock in only 5 inches long, but you have about a 1 inch of extra foreskin hanging off the end even when you are hard. You live with your brother and parents in a large house, but most of the children had a roommate in years past.

your brother are:

Devin: your Identical twin brother, He looks just like you even your parents have a hard time telling you two apart. He sleeps in the same bed with you, you very close to him. He is about 5 minutes older then you. You and he love hanging out with each other, often going swimming in your pool or playing video games in your room. You and him have fooled around but not had sex with him.

Kevin: 19 years old. Your next older brother, He used share a room with you and Devin. He is a real horn dog, and always is hitting on anybody he finds hot, which are either guys or girls. He as light brown hair and some freckles. He really likes to keep himself clean and well groomed. Like most of you family he is taller then you at 5 ft. 10 in. He has a bit a chest hair but other than his face he lets the hair grow. He wants to go in to business and or real estate.

Sam or Sammy: 20 years old. He is shiest of the family. Sammy really does not like to go out of the house; he mostly just plays on his computer and his guitar. You know he is in the closet and he might have a thing for bondage, but he refuses to talk to you. He then is a little short at 5 feet 8 inches. His emo style hair is a darker blonde then yours, but he dyes it black and red.

Isaac: 21 years old. He is the party animal of the family and he could and will get you beer, or in to parties at any time. You and Devin are kind of close to him and you have covered for each other from time to time. Currently he lives in a dorm and is studying to be doctor. He often says he is the mail man's baby since he is the only child in your family with black hair which he keeps just above his shoulders. Speaking of his shoulder you don’t even come to his shoulder since he stands at 6 feet 4 in.

Stephen: 23 year old and living on his own as a car mechanic, you and Devin often hangout at his house after school sense you had to walk past his house on the way home. You know several people at his shop and He rather laid back, you think his girlfriend might have thing for and your brother. HE keeps his light blonde hair cut short and he has good amount of muscles.

Matthew: 25 years old. Your oldest brother and the only one who is circumcised, which he had done after he moved out. He works for a survey company that specializes in hazardous assessment. He often is away on trips and he has told you that you and Devin can come with him on a trip. You know from skinny dippy with him that he very well hung. He keeps his light brown hair in pony tail. He has a wife which She really has a problem with some of the family members; she also has 2 kids of her from a previous marriage.

Other family members:

Roger: your dad, he is around his late 50s. He works as manager at a ranch near buy. HE really did not like when you to came out of the closet and he calmed down after a few months. He had hair like yours but it since turned grey. He is about 6 feet tall.

Susan: your mother. She is a rather tall woman about 5 feet 8 inches. She is a rather active woman and really likes to go out to social events. She did accept your and Devin's coming out with her typical sense of humor "but gay for each other". She also has a job a real estate broker, and for the last few years she has been working more and recently got promoted up to a high position. She came from a large family and most of your cousins come from her side of the family.

LETS STARTS THIS STORY

[[you wake up in your room]]

[[category: Gay Teen At Eighteen]]

Lannis

Jidaelle — Thu, 22 Oct 2015 20:27:23 GMT

Jidaelle:

''Maybe I am going insane'', I think to myself as I stand before the ornate doors of Uru Tower. I could go back in, hide myself deep within the tower and never surface again. I'd have Pakki to keep me company, and it's not as if anyone even knows I'm here. No one would be able to accuse me for letting the world die...

...but I couldn't. As much as I wanted to fade away and be forgotten I could not abandon my master's last wishes. Now, more than ever, I had to take up the mantle of apprentice and step outside the tower for the first time in...well a very long time.

Come to think of it, I had never left the tower ever since Uru first brought me here. There was never any need. I remained inside, maintaining the rituals that protected the tower and keeping Pakki company. They were a rather restless spirit, and had an almost admirable penchant of constantly getting themself into trouble. Almost.

The cat familiar floated through the air next to me, alighting by my side and assuming humanoid form. They did that whenever they wanted to interact with me, as they normally persisted on in their feline spirit form. When they appeared human, they had snow white hair that contrasted nicely with their sun-tanned brown skin. They cocked their head to the side and evaluated me with their deep green eyes. They were like twin forests blooming within the depths of their soul, betraying the wildness within them.

They was doing that thing where they were staring at me...

*[[Reprimand them]]
*[[Stare openly back]]

{{Lannis Template|Equipment=''Staff of Fire, Robes of the Novice''|NPC=''Pakki''|HP=15|MP=50|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0|}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Enter Nimon

Jidaelle — Fri, 09 Oct 2015 17:17:42 GMT

Jidaelle:

Before we begin our tale, there is something you must do dear friend. Take care, because
this decision will effect the rest of your game.

It's time to pick your character.

*[[Ryd]]: Ryd is a Craiss (the Craiss are a vampiric race, except instead of being undead they are very much alive. They look almost human except have glowing red eyes and sharp fangs) youth who was exiled from his tribe for failing to complete the rite of passage. Venturing out into the Forest of Ash, Ryd seeks to slay a powerful force. He knows that if he returns back a conqueror his people will accept him once more. Ryd is a Slayer, meaning that he can use swords and has a medium amount of health. Ryd can wear light, but not heavy armor.

*[[Lannis]]: Lannis is a Dalf'ellan (Think elves! Except obviously they're not elves pfft) who lived in seclusion within Uru's wizard tower. His master, Uru, answered the call of the king to try to close the scars, and he left Lannis behind to attend to his affairs. Lannis awaited his master's return, but is starting to suspect he has died. Lannis leaves the tower behind to finish what his master started. Lannis is a Necromancer, which means that he can cast magical spells to summon minions and destroy his foes. He can use staves, but no armor. It should be noted he is quite fragile, but he also has a familiar, Pakki, to fight by his side.

*[[Adnes]]: Adnes is a Kaeling (Kaelings are nature spirits who took human form: tall, beautiful, rock-esqe people) who grew up serving as the Hearth Keeper of the Temple of Aime, a task only for women, but since her twin sister died at birth, Adnes was raised as a girl to be the Hearth Keeper instead. One day, while Adnes was out meditating with the spirits of the Forest of Ash, undead attacked the Temple of Aime. Adnes returned to find all her fellow monks dead, and on that day she swore she would see the spirits of her fellow monks avenged. Adnes is a Monk. She can use the Sacred Powers to cast some healing spells and she can wield a spear in combat. She has moderate health and can wear light armor.

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Lannis

Jidaelle — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 21:58:17 GMT

Jidaelle:

''Maybe I am going insane'', I think to myself as I stand before the ornate doors of Uru Tower. I could go back in, hide myself deep within the tower and never surface again. I'd have Pakki to keep me company, and it's not as if anyone even knows I'm here. No one would be able to accuse me for letting the world die...

...but I couldn't. As much as I wanted to fade away and be forgotten I could not abandon my master's last wishes. Now, more than ever, I had to take up the mantle of apprentice and step outside the tower for the first time in...well a very long time.

Come to think of it, I had never left the tower ever since Uru first brought me here. There was never any need. I remained inside, maintaining the rituals that protected the tower and keeping Pakki company. Zhe was a rather restless spirit, and had an almost admirable penchant of constantly getting zirself into trouble. Almost.

The cat familiar floated through the air next to me, alighting by my side and assuming humanoid form. Zhe did that whenever zhe wanted to interact with me, as zhe normally persisted on in zir feline spirit form. When zhe appeared human, zhe had snow white hair that contrasted nicely with zir sun-tanned brown skin. Zhe cocked zir head to the side and evaluated me with zir deep green eyes. They were like twin forests blooming within the depths of zir soul, betraying the wildness within zir.

Zhe was doing that thing where zhe was staring at me...

*[[Reprimand zir]]
*[[Stare openly back]]

{{Lannis Template|Equipment=''Staff of Fire, Robes of the Novice''|NPC=''Pakki''|HP=15|MP=50|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0|}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Lannis

Jidaelle — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 21:58:00 GMT

Jidaelle:

''Maybe I am going insane'', I think to myself as I stand before the ornate doors of Uru Tower. I could go back in, hide myself deep within the tower and never surface again. I'd have Pakki to keep me company, and it's not as if anyone even knows I'm here. No one would be able to accuse me for letting the world die...

...but I couldn't. As much as I wanted to fade away and be forgotten I could not abandon my master's last wishes. Now, more than ever, I had to take up the mantle of apprentice and step outside the tower for the first time in...well a very long time.

Come to think of it, I had never left the tower ever since Uru first brought me here. There was never any need. I remained inside, maintaining the rituals that protected the tower and keeping Pakki company. Zhe was a rather restless spirit, and had an almost admirable penchant of constantly getting zirself into trouble. Almost.

The cat familiar floated through the air next to me, alighting by my side and assuming humanoid form. Zhe did that whenever zhe wanted to interact with me, as zhe normally persisted on in zir feline spirit form. When zhe appeared human, zhe had snow white hair that contrasted nicely with zir sun-tanned brown skin. Zhe cocked zir head to the side and evaluated me with zir deep green eyes. They were like twin forests blooming within the depths of zir soul, betraying the wildness within zir.

Zhe was doing that thing where zhe was staring at me...

*[[Reprimand zhe]]
*[[Stare openly back]]

{{Lannis Template|Equipment=''Staff of Fire, Robes of the Novice''|NPC=''Pakki''|HP=15|MP=50|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0|}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Enter Nimon

Jidaelle — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 21:57:17 GMT

Jidaelle:

Before we begin our tale, there is something you must do dear friend. Take care, because
this decision will effect the rest of your game.

It's time to pick your character.

*[[Ryd]]: Ryd is a Craiss (the Craiss are a vampiric race, except instead of being undead they are very much alive. They look almost human except have glowing red eyes and sharp fangs) youth who was exiled from his tribe for failing to complete the rite of passage. Venturing out into the Forest of Ash, Ryd seeks to slay a powerful force. He knows that if he returns back a conqueror his people will accept him once more. Ryd is a Slayer, meaning that he can use swords and has a medium amount of health. Ryd can wear light, but not heavy armor.

*[[Lannis]]: Lannis is a Dalf'ellan (Think elves! Except obviously they're not elves pfft) who lived in seclusion within Uru's wizard tower. His master, Uru, answered the call of the king to try to close the scars, and he left Lannis behind to attend to his affairs. Lannis awaited his master's return, but is starting to suspect he has died. Lannis leaves the tower behind to finish what his master started. Lannis is a Necromancer, which means that he can cast magical spells to summon minions and destroy his foes. He can use staves, but no armor. It should be noted he is quite fragile, but he also has a familiar, Pakki, to fight by his side.

*[[Adnes]]: Adnes is a Kaeling (Kaelings are nature spirits who took human form: tall, beautiful, rock-esqe people) who grew up serving as the Hearth Keeper of the Temple of Aime, a task only for women, but since his twin sister died at birth, Adnes was raised as a girl to be the Hearth Keeper instead. One day, while Adnes was out meditating with the spirits of the Forest of Ash, undead attacked the Temple of Aime. Adnes returned to find all her fellow monks dead, and on that day she swore she would see the spirits of her fellow monks avenged. Adnes is a Monk. She can use the Sacred Powers to cast some healing spells and she can wield a spear in combat. She has moderate health and can wear light armor.

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Enter Nimon

Jidaelle — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 21:56:30 GMT

Jidaelle:

Before we begin our tale, there is something you must do dear friend. Take care, because
this decision will effect the rest of your game.

It's time to pick your character.

*[[Ryd]]: Ryd is a Craiss (the Craiss are a vampiric race, except instead of being undead they are very much alive. They look almost human
except have glowing red eyes and sharp fangs) youth who was exiled from his tribe for failing to complete the rite of passage. Venturing out into
the Forest of Ash, Ryd seeks to slay a powerful force. He knows that if he returns back a conqueror his people will accept him once more. Ryd is a
Slayer, meaning that he can use swords and has a medium amount of health. Ryd can wear light, but not heavy armor.

*[[Lannis]]: Lannis is a Dalf'ellan (Think elves! Except obviously they're not elves pfft) who lived in seclusion within Uru's wizard tower. His master,
Uru, answered the call of the king to try to close the scars, and he left Lannis behind to attend to his affairs. Lannis awaited his master's return,
but is starting to suspect he has died. Lannis leaves the tower behind to finish what his master started. Lannis is a Necromancer, which means that he can cast magical spells to summon minions and destroy his foes. He can use staves, but no armor. It should be noted he is quite fragile, but he also has a familiar, Pakki, to fight by his side.

*[[Adnes]]: Adnes is a Kaeling (Kaelings are nature spirits who took human form: tall, beautiful, rock-esqe people) who grew up serving as the Hearth Keeper of the Temple of Aime, a task only for women, but since his twin sister died at birth, Adnes was raised as a girl to be the Hearth Keeper instead. One day, while Adnes was out meditating with the spirits of the Forest of Ash, undead attacked the Temple of Aime. Adnes returned to find all her fellow monks dead, and on that day she swore she would see the spirits of her fellow monks avenged. Adnes is a Monk. She can use the Sacred Powers to cast some healing spells and she can wield a spear in combat. She has moderate health and can wear light armor.

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Enter Nimon

Jidaelle — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 21:56:07 GMT

Jidaelle:

Before we begin our tale, there is something you must do dear friend. Take care, because
this decision will effect the rest of your game.

It's time to pick your character.

*[[Ryd]]: Ryd is a Craiss (the Craiss are a vampiric race, except instead of being undead they are very much alive. They look almost human
except have glowing red eyes and sharp fangs) youth who was exiled from his tribe for failing to complete the rite of passage. Venturing out into
the Forest of Ash, Ryd seeks to slay a powerful force. He knows that if he returns back a conqueror his people will accept him once more. Ryd is a
Slayer, meaning that he can use swords and has a medium amount of health. Ryd can wear light, but not heavy armor.

*[[Lannis]]: Lannis is a Dalf'ellan (Think elves! Except obviously they're not elves pfft) who lived in seclusion within Uru's wizard tower. His master,
Uru, answered the call of the king to try to close the scars, and he left Lannis behind to attend to his affairs. Lannis awaited his master's return,
but is starting to suspect he has died. Lannis leaves the tower behind to finish what his master started.
Lannis is a Necromancer, which means that he can cast magical spells to summon minions and destroy his foes. He can use staves, but no armor. It should be noted he is quite fragile, but he also has a familiar, Pakki, to fight by his side.

*[[Adnes]]: Adnes is a Kaeling (Kaelings are nature spirits who took human form: tall, beautiful, rock-esqe people) who grew up serving as the Hearth Keeper of the Temple of Aime, a task only for women, but since his twin sister died at birth, Adnes was raised as a girl to be the Hearth Keeper instead. One day, while Adnes was out meditating with the spirits of the Forest of Ash, undead attacked the Temple of Aime. Adnes returned to find all her fellow monks dead, and on that day she swore she would see the spirits of her fellow monks avenged. Adnes is a Monk. She can use the Sacred Powers to cast some healing spells and she can wield a spear in combat. She has moderate health and can wear light armor.

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Enter Nimon

Jidaelle — Sun, 04 Oct 2015 17:06:18 GMT

Jidaelle:

Before we begin our tale, there is something you must do dear friend. Take care, because
this decision will effect the rest of your game.

It's time to pick your character.

*[[Ryd]]: Ryd is a Craiss (the Craiss are a vampiric race, except instead of being undead they are very much alive. They look almost human
except have glowing red eyes and sharp fangs) youth who was exiled from his tribe for failing to complete the rite of passage. Venturing out into
the Forest of Ash, Ryd seeks to slay a powerful force. He knows that if he returns back a conqueror his people will accept him once more. Ryd is a
Slayer, meaning that he can use swords and has a medium amount of health. Ryd can wear light, but not heavy armor.

*[[Lannis]]: Lannis is a Dalf'ellan (Think elves! Except obviously they're not elves pfft) who lived in seclusion within Uru's wizard tower. His master,
Uru, answered the call of the king to try to close the scars, and he left Lannis behind to attend to his affairs. Lannis awaited his master's return,
but is starting to suspect he has died. Lannis leaves the tower behind to finish what his master started.
Lannis is a Witch, which means that he can cast magical spells to manipulate and destroy his foes. He can use staves, but no armor. It should be noted
he is quite fragile, but he also has a familiar, Pakki, to fight by his side.

*[[Adnes]]: Adnes is a Human (Yep, the primate things) who grew up serving as the Hearth Keeper of the Temple of Aime, a task only for women,
but since his twin sister died at birth, Adnes was raised as a girl to be the Hearth Keeper instead. One day, while Adnes was out meditating with the spirits
of the Forest of Ash, undead attacked the Temple of Aime. Adnes returned to find all her fellow monks dead, and on that day she swore she would see the spirits of her fellow monks avenged. Adnes is a Monk. She can use the Sacred Powers to cast some healing spells and she can wield a spear in combat. She has moderate health and can wear light armor.

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Attack the Scar Demon

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 18:10:36 GMT

Jidaelle:

Ryd Skills

Nosferatu: Craiss Racial Skill, Ryd is healed for half of the damage he deals.

Beldion: Human Berserker Lvl 2.

Equipment: Axe, Warrior's Jerkin.

Skills: Rage- If Beldion's health falls below half he will become enraged and gain 25% more damage.

Enice: Dalf'Ellan Necromancer Lvl 1.

Equipment: Staff of Earth, Elegant Robes.

Spells: Since Enice is equipped with a Staff of Earth, he will cast Tombstone: Deals earth damage over time to multiple enemies.

Skills: Aegis- Dalf'Ellan Racial Skill, Enice and his allies take 15% less damage from magic.

Scar Demon Stalker (100%)

The Scar Demon stood menacingly as it stared me down with its beady green eyes. Dark green mist flowed freely from its form as it crouched low to the ground, wielding two swords in reverse fashion. A makeshift black hood covered its face save for its eyes, though it wore nothing to cover its dark green chest. Muscles rippled across its form as it prepared to pounce.

*[[Charge the Demon with Beldion]]
*[[Let Beldion attack first]]

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Charge the Demon with Beldion

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 18:09:45 GMT

Jidaelle:

''I can't let Beldion engage the demon without my help'', I think to myself, as I engaged the demon alongside him. The demon brought up its twin swords to block both of our attacks, but it was unable to counter attack as a result.

Meanwhile, I could hear Enice chanting behind me. A brownish mist expanded around us, and I watched as the demon cried out in pain as the brown mist began to consume its flesh. '''Enice has cast Tombstone on the Scar Demon Stalker'''. I took advantage of the demon's pain to close in, slashing at its exposed chest. The demon howled in pain, and swatted at me with its sword, forcing me to roll out of its path.

Beldion made another effort to swing at the demon, but it easily blocked his attack. "My, what a feisty creature we are. I guess I'll just have to hit you harder!"

''At this rate he'll get himself killed...''

Scar Demon Stalker (85%)

*[[Try to flank the scar demon]]
*[[Charge the demon again]]

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Charge the Demon with Beldion

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 18:09:21 GMT

Jidaelle:

''I can't let Beldion engage the demon without my help'', I think to myself, as I engaged the demon alongside him. The demon brought up its twin swords to block both of our attacks, but it was unable to counter attack as a result.

Meanwhile, I could hear Enice chanting behind me. A brownish mist expanded around us, and I watched as the demon cried out in pain as the brown mist began to consume its flesh. '''Enice has cast Tombstone on the Scar Demon Stalker'''. I took advantage of the demon's pain to close in, slashing at its exposed chest. The demon howled in pain, and swatted at me with it's sword, forcing me to roll out of it's path.

Beldion made another effort to swing at the demon, but it easily blocked his attack. "My, what a feisty creature we are. I guess I'll just have to hit you harder!"

''At this rate he'll get himself killed...''

Scar Demon Stalker (85%)

*[[Try to flank the scar demon]]
*[[Charge the demon again]]

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Charge the Demon with Beldion

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 18:08:56 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''I can't let Beldion engage the demon without my help'', I think to myself, as I engaged the demon alongside him. The demon brought up his twin swords to block both of our attac…'

''I can't let Beldion engage the demon without my help'', I think to myself, as I engaged the demon alongside him. The demon brought up his twin swords to block both of our attacks, but he was unable to counter attack as a result.

Meanwhile, I could hear Enice chanting behind me. A brownish mist expanded around us, and I watched as the demon cried out in pain as the brown mist began to consume its flesh. '''Enice has cast Tombstone on the Scar Demon Stalker'''. I took advantage of the demon's pain to close in, slashing at its exposed chest. The demon howled in pain, and swatted at me with it's sword, forcing me to roll out of it's path.

Beldion made another effort to swing at the demon, but it easily blocked his attack. "My, what a feisty creature we are. I guess I'll just have to hit you harder!"

''At this rate he'll get himself killed...''

Scar Demon Stalker (85%)

*[[Try to flank the scar demon]]
*[[Charge the demon again]]

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Time to Leave

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 18:00:51 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'Welcome to the World Map! At certain points in your journey, you will come to the world map to choose how to venture on in your quest. You are currently just outside of the Fores…'

Welcome to the World Map! At certain points in your journey, you will come to the world map to choose how to venture on in your quest. You are currently just outside of the Forest of Ashes, with your current quest to seek revenge against the strange cult for Beldion. However, you don't really have an idea of where to start just yet. From here, you can go to the city of Gosdang, venture from the Forest of Ashes into the cave system nearby, or travel to the village Aured. Traveling directly to the caves might lead you to the cult, though you may need to gather clues or root out any cultists hiding within either of the villages. The choice is up to you from here, and it is possible to travel between these three areas during certain intervals of the story.

*[[To Gosdang]]
*[[To Aured]]
*[[To the Caves]]

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You can rot

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 18:00:15 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '"You can rot for all I care." His face visibly paled, and as he slumped into his seat I was stricken by the sudden image of a pouting child. "You can't...you can't mean that. …'

"You can rot for all I care."

His face visibly paled, and as he slumped into his seat I was stricken by the sudden image of a pouting child.

"You can't...you can't mean that. No I-I refuse to believe you mean that."

"Return to me my items and get out."

I could hear him sniffle, and he languidly flicked his hand. The illusion on my mind lifted, and I could suddenly see my sword was still strapped to my side. ''It's lucky for him I was asleep, or otherwise I would have been immune to such an illusion''. But then again, maybe he knew that.

Enice burst up from his seat, as if searching for his last scraps of dignity, and burst out of the room. Somehow, I knew he wouldn't be stalking me anymore.

*[[Time to Leave]]

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shake my head and allow Enice to continue

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:56:14 GMT

Jidaelle:

"I wanted to tear off their cocks and stuff them down their throats! Then I would have forced their spirits to linger within their bodies for hours, and show them what it means to scorn a necromancer." He slammed his hands down onto the table, his entire being shuddering with rage. He drew quick ragged breaths, visibility getting excited, before he eventually managed to calm himself down and regain his chilly composure. He flashed me a smile, as if to indicate the he was alright now.

Beldion was clearly becoming noxious by the outburst, and as creepy as it was, part of me was pleased to hear him voice his devotion to me.

"You don't know how special you are do you?" Enice asked in a quiet voice after a short while.

"Special? I was exiled by my own people. I don't consider that to be special."

"You are very special, Ryd. Because you should be dead."

My heart stopped as I looked on in wonder at Enice, who for his part continued smiling at me in content. He leaned forward onto the palms of his hands, sighing wistfully as he peered into my eyes.
At least, I assumed that was the path of his gaze, as it was hard to tell with the visor on.

"I don't understand."

"Oh, but you do. Something happened during your rite of passage. You failed, because a scar opened up during the rite. It opened up, within you."

"You mean he has a scar inside of him?" Beldion asked in surprise, turning to look at me in shock.

"It's not uncommon. During the Scarring, lots of people were consumed within the scars. But Ryd survived."

The elders had cast me out for what happened. They said I was cursed. But how could he know that? Who was this scrawny Dalf to sit there and smile at me so openly. I studied his features carefully, his narrow, upturned nose and
thin, delicate lips with his low cheekbones. In a way he seemed...innocent somehow. I couldn't understand him.

"How did you come to know this?"

"I can sense the scar pulsating inside you. It called out to me during one of my rituals, and I had to see you for my own eyes. You are so beautiful up close..." his voice trailed off into a contented sigh, and Beldion looked visibly bothered by Enice's open declaration.

"You'll let me accompany you now right?"

*[[You can rot]]
*[[You'll follow me anyways]]

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shake my head and allow Enice to continue

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:55:46 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '"I wanted to tear off their cocks and stuff it down their throats! Then I would have forced their spirits to linger within their bodies for hours, and show them what it means to …'

"I wanted to tear off their cocks and stuff it down their throats! Then I would have forced their spirits to linger within their bodies for hours, and show them what it means to scorn a necromancer." He slammed his hands down onto the table, his entire being shuddering with rage. He drew quick ragged breaths, visibility getting excited, before he eventually managed to calm himself down and regain his chilly composure. He flashed me a smile, as if to indicate the he was alright now.

Beldion was clearly becoming noxious by the outburst, and as creepy as it was, part of me was pleased to hear him voice his devotion to me.

"You don't know how special you are do you?" Enice asked in a quiet voice after a short while.

"Special? I was exiled by my own people. I don't consider that to be special."

"You are very special, Ryd. Because you should be dead."

My heart stopped as I looked on in wonder at Enice, who for his part continued smiling at me in content. He leaned forward onto the palms of his hands, sighing wistfully as he peered into my eyes.
At least, I assumed that was the path of his gaze, as it was hard to tell with the visor on.

"I don't understand."

"Oh, but you do. Something happened during your rite of passage. You failed, because a scar opened up during the rite. It opened up, within you."

"You mean he has a scar inside of him?" Beldion asked in surprise, turning to look at me in shock.

"It's not uncommon. During the Scarring, lots of people were consumed within the scars. But Ryd survived."

The elders had cast me out for what happened. They said I was cursed. But how could he know that? Who was this scrawny Dalf to sit there and smile at me so openly. I studied his features carefully, his narrow, upturned nose and
thin, delicate lips with his low cheekbones. In a way he seemed...innocent somehow. I couldn't understand him.

"How did you come to know this?"

"I can sense the scar pulsating inside you. It called out to me during one of my rituals, and I had to see you for my own eyes. You are so beautiful up close..." his voice trailed off into a contented sigh, and Beldion looked visibly bothered by Enice's open declaration.

"You'll let me accompany you now right?"

*[[You can rot]]
*[[You'll follow me anyways]]

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say nothing

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:52:29 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'Fury rippled through his body as gazed down at his wife. "I'm going to bury her. You're free to stay here for the night." The hour was getting late, and I had spent the entire d…'

Fury rippled through his body as gazed down at his wife. "I'm going to bury her. You're free to stay here for the night."

The hour was getting late, and I had spent the entire day trying to make my way through the Forest of Ashes. As Beldion left to begin his grim task, I started a fire
in the fireplace. I slowly arranged out my rations. While it was true that I could drink blood to satiate my hunger, there wasn't exactly any food sources around here
to prey on just yet, and it wouldn't do to feed on my ally. But, Craiss aren't limited to just feeding on blood. Just like other humans, I could eat "normal" food just fine.

As if in realization of how hungry I really was, my stomach growled suddenly in protest. I set aside my daily allotment of bread and cheese while I set about warming up Yora's pots.
I added water, and started chopping up the vegetables in my pack. It wouldn't be much of a meal, but it was better than nothing.

No sooner than Beldion had returned to the hovel then the soup started to smell close enough to finished. I hunted for a ladle and began to stir the pot before spooning out a portion for myself and Beldion.

"We'll rest here for the night," I said after I finished my meal. He nodded in agreement, lost within his on thoughts. "At dawn we'll begin our hunt."

"You just lead me to those bastards, Ryd, and I'll forever be in your debt."

As the fire died down, Beldion searched the closet for some sheets and did his best to make me a place to sleep on the floor. He then retreated into his room.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast. And not the mundane meal I made last night but a true breakfast. I rose up, prepared to grumble my thanks to Beldion, when I noticed a strange figure humming
some unknown song busying himself with setting the table. He had long auburn hair and ivory skin, with a strange black visor covering his eyes. His ears were pointed, revealing his heritage as an ellan, thought without seeing his eyes it was hard to tell which kind. He seemed to notice I had awakened, and turned to look at me.

"Oh good!" He said in delight, "you're awake!"

*[[Who the hell are you?]]
*[[*reach for my sword*]]

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walk away

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:50:57 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'I turned away, not caring to look at the man anymore. I could hear him call after me, trying to stop me, but he gave up when I stepped back onto the concealed path once more. ''I…'

I turned away, not caring to look at the man anymore. I could hear him call after me, trying to stop me, but he gave up when I stepped back onto the concealed path once more. ''I don't have time for you''.

Part of me wandered if perhaps I shouldn't have turned my back on the man, but I had no desire for any more company. I followed the concealed path to its end, until it finally opened up out into a small clearing. Ash clogged the ground of the clearing, grabbing at my feet and slowing down my progress. Scowling, I tried my best to refrain from groaning in disgust at the way the ash clung to my clothing. It was quite unsightly, and it truly revolted me in every sense of the word. Eventually, I managed to break through the clearing to cross to the outsides of the clearing.

''I'm finally out of the woods'', I thought to my pleasant surprise. As I gazed skywards, I could see that the hour was late, and I had no idea how to return to the main path from here. Off in the distance, I could see a small hovel. It looked like it had been ransacked recently, but I reasoned it would be as a good a place to spend the night as any.

I wandered inside, as the door was destroyed by some sort of blunt force. Glass littered the lawn in front of the window, and I had to take great pains to avoid stepping on the glass.

*[[Make rest here tonight]]
*[[Inspect the Hovel]]

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Sneak and Spy

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:47:55 GMT

Jidaelle:

''There's no need to rush into battle unprepared''

As I slipped through the underbrush, I soon came upon the source of the battle.

Before me, a man, who appeared to be in the prime of his years, clashed with another man clad in a strange dark armor,
his axe swing blocked by the armored man's sword. The man was clad in a leather jerkin, and had short black hair, with a trimmed full
beard and a sun-tanned skin. He dodged as another man, also wearing the strange dark armor, which I know noticed bore an insignia of a
heavily scarred hand, clutching a staring eye, swung with his sword, narrowly missing the bearded man's head. Another man, this one wearing dark robes also bearing the insignia, stood off to the side of
the fray, his body swaying as he chanted arcane words.

The bearded man was clearly a veteran warrior, as he managed to fend back his two combatants. With a powerful blow of his axe he knocked one of the men back, and brought his axe up in time to block the other man's swing.
''But he won't win'', I thought, ''he's outmatched here. Either one of the swordmen will cut him down or the mage will curse him with a spell''.
The combatants haven't noticed me yet. I could just slip away...

*[[Attack the shouting swordsmen]]
*[[Attack the spellcaster]]

'''Or'''
*[[Move onwards]]

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Sneak and Spy

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:47:41 GMT

Jidaelle:

''There's no need to rush into battle unprepared''

As I slipped through the underbrush, I soon came upon the source of the battle.

Before me, a man, who appeared to be in the prime of his years, clashed with another man clad in a strange dark armor,
his axe swing blocked by the armored man's sword. The man was clad in a leather jerkin, and had short black hair, with a trimmed full
beard and a sun-tanned skin. He dodged as another man, also wearing the strange dark armor, which I know noticed bore an insignia of a
heavily scarred hand, clutching a staring eye, swung with his sword, narrowly missing the bearded man's head. Another man, this one wearing dark robes also bearing the insignia, stood off to the side of
the fray, his body swaying as he chanted arcane words.

The bearded man was clearly a veteran warrior, as he managed to fend back his two combatants. With a powerful blow of his axe he knocked one of the men back, and brought his axe up in time to block the other man's swing.
''But he won't win'', I thought, ''he's outmatched here. Either one of the swordmen will cut him down or the mage will curse him with a spell''.
The combatants haven't noticed me yet. I could just slip away...

*[[Attack the shouting swordsmen]]
*[[Attack the spellcaster]]

'''Or'''
*[[Move Onward]]

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Move onwards

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:47:13 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'Whatever was going on was none of my concern. And so I turned away, scouting on further along the concealed path. I don't know how long I meandered along the path, until it fin…'

Whatever was going on was none of my concern. And so I turned away, scouting on further along the concealed path.

I don't know how long I meandered along the path, until it finally opened up out into a small clearing. Ash clogged the ground of the clearing, grabbing at my feet and slowing down my progress. Scowling, I tried my best to refrain from groaning in disgust at the way the ash clung to my clothing. It was quite unsightly, and it truly revolted me in every sense of the word. Eventually, I managed to break through the clearing to cross to the outsides of the clearing.

''I'm finally out of the woods'', I thought to my pleasant surprise. As I gazed skywards, I could see that the hour was late, and I had no idea how to return to the main path from here. Off in the distance, I could see a small hovel. It looked like it had been ransacked recently, but I reasoned it would be as a good a place to spend the night as any.

I wandered inside, as the door was destroyed by some sort of blunt force. Glass littered the lawn in front of the window, and I had to take great pains to avoid stepping on the glass.

*[[Make rest here]]
*[[Investigate the hovel]]

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Take the Concealed Path

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:40:26 GMT

Jidaelle:

Brushing my way past the twigs and leaves, I stepped onto the path. The way was extremely narrow,
with branches and brambles snagging at my leather shirt. I was immediately grateful for the armor.
The path seemed to have no intention of ending anytime soon, and though it was difficult to tell
how much time has passed, it felt like hours had passed. ''I'm going to need to stop soon for food
at this rate,'' I thought in dismay.

My thoughts were interrupted by the clang of metal off in the distance. Loud shouts, distorted by the trees, exploded from the distance.
The predator within me awoke, and I slipped into a crouching stance. Whatever was going on, I would be ready.

*[[Investigate the Sound]]
*[[Sneak and Spy]]

'''Or'''

*[[Move onwards]]

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Go left to the River

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:39:32 GMT

Jidaelle:

Clutching at my water flask, I made my way off the path and down towards the river bed.

I arrived in a short amount of time, though it was hard to gauge the time of day through the darkened canopy. When I arrived at the river, my heart almost fell at the site. ''It is as I had feared''.

Ash clogged the river, choking out the fish life. Though the river still flowed along the currents, the fish who once made a home within now floated up to the surface. I fell to my knees by the river, a morbid sense of horror bubbling within my stomach. ''This was wrong'', I thought, clenching my hands tightly into fists. Though I knew I'd be unable to see it, I gazed skywards towards the scar that tore across the sky. "Curse you," I muttered to myself, "curse you and any gods who would allow you to destroy this world."

Resolving that I would find no help here, I returned back to the path.

*[[Take the Main Path]]
*[[Take the Concealed Path]]

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Go left to the River

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:39:20 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'Clutching at my water flash, I made my way off the path and down towards the river bed. I arrived in a short amount of time, though it was hard to gauge the time of day through…'

Clutching at my water flash, I made my way off the path and down towards the river bed.

I arrived in a short amount of time, though it was hard to gauge the time of day through the darkened canopy. When I arrived at the river, my heart almost fell at the site. ''It is as I had feared''.

Ash clogged the river, choking out the fish life. Though the river still flowed along the currents, the fish who once made a home within now floated up to the surface. I fell to my knees by the river, a morbid sense of horror bubbling within my stomach. ''This was wrong'', I thought, clenching my hands tightly into fists. Though I knew I'd be unable to see it, I gazed skywards towards the scar that tore across the sky. "Curse you," I muttered to myself, "curse you and any gods who would allow you to destroy this world."

Resolving that I would find no help here, I returned back to the path.

*[[Take the Main Path]]
*[[Take the Concealed Path]]

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Fight the remaining axemen

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:33:31 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''Two against one will hardly be fair. It's too bad they don't have more men with axes daring to threaten me.'' The two axemen brandished their weapons before charging at me, ho…'

''Two against one will hardly be fair. It's too bad they don't have more men with axes daring to threaten me.''

The two axemen brandished their weapons before charging at me, hollering out their battle cries as they closed the distance between us. I sidestepped to the left, ducking under the man's swing as I slashed him across his right side. The man sputtered in pain as I rounded on his companion, who turned around to block my blow with the steel of his axe. '''+2 health'''.

His ally cupped a hand to his side, analyzing the wound before advancing on to me, attempting to flank me with his ally. ''We can't have that now can we.''

Before he could get into position I dove at the axeman in front of me, slipping through his swing and driving my blade into his chest. He coughed fresh blood onto leather shirt, and my instinctive response was to kick him swiftly in the groin to force him off of my sword. '''+2 health'''.

His ally brought his axe around and struck me in the back, though I managed to weave out to avoid the brunt of the force. '''-7 health'''. I gasped in pain as I whirled around to block the back swing of his axe, and as I danced closer towards him, we met steel against steel. With a resounding blow I caught him off guard, and slashed his chest open. I silenced his cries with a quick stab to the heart. '''+4 health''',

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Last Archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:33:00 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'I weaved out from combat with the axeman, and as I turned to face the remaining archer my eyes locked on the charging axeman's surging form. I rolled down to the side, easily man…'

I weaved out from combat with the axeman, and as I turned to face the remaining archer my eyes locked on the charging axeman's surging form. I rolled down to the side, easily maneuvering past his clumsy movements. I sprang up to charge at my target, whose eyes widened in abject fear.

''Death has come for you''. I surged across the expanse between us, and the archer had dropped his bow to draw a sword in an attempt to block my attack. But he was too slow, and I hacked through his slender torso with relative ease. He collapsed into a quickly expanding pool of his own blood, his threat to me having ended. '''+4 health.'''

''Now, the matter remained of the axemen...''

Left Axeman (100%)

Right Axeman (100%)

*[[Fight the remaining axemen]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Spin to fight the Archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:30:57 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''Well...if he won't charge me...then he won't mind if I engage his cohort''. I spun around to face the archer, who had notched another arrow and was preparing to fire at me. I w…'

''Well...if he won't charge me...then he won't mind if I engage his cohort''. I spun around to face the archer, who had notched another arrow and was preparing to fire at me. I weaved down to the side, coming up on him as his arrow pierced my shoulder. '''-3 health'''. I swung at with my sword, catching his chest with the tip of my blade and carving a line of red across his front. I closed the distance between us with another step, and before he could have time to scramble away I drove the tip of my blade deep into his gut. '''+4 health'''.

As I drew my sword from it's bloody sheath, I could hear the axeman's arc as he swung his axe around to kill me. I spun around, bringing up my sword to block his attack. I stepped into his stance, cutting my way through his defenses and driving my blade home into his heart. He gasped out in pain as I kicked him down to the ground, letting his blood pool underneath him. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Face the Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:30:26 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'I charged towards the axeman, bringing my sword back in preparation for my swing. ''If he thinks he's clever enough to defeat me, then time to show him his error.'' The axeman b…'

I charged towards the axeman, bringing my sword back in preparation for my swing. ''If he thinks he's clever enough to defeat me, then time to show him his error.''

The axeman brought up his axe to block my attack, but he was mistaken in his efforts. I slashed through his exposed left arm, forcing him to drop his axe in pain. His shouts were ended with a stab to the chest, and as I kicked off from his form I smiled in pleasant satisfaction. '''+4 health'''.

My joy was cut short as an arrow pierced into my unprotected back. I gasped in pain, and turned to face my attacker, who for his part had the audacity to smirk openly at me. '''- 9 health'''.

''I'll see your joy caught short'', I thought in rage as I bounded towards him. His smirk faded as he tried to notch another arrow, but I corrected him of his error for daring to face me. I slashed at his eyes, blinding him as blood stained his pale features. He dropped his bow as his hands blindly grappled for his missing eyes, as if grabbing his face would somehow bring them back. I hacked off both of his hands, one after the other, and his cries of pain resounded out from him as he fell onto his knees. I kicked him onto his back with the heel of my boot and raising up my sword I stabbed it into his chest time after time, taking care to not stab deep enough to kill him...yet. I howled in exhilaration as the man whimpered for mercy, and as I glanced up to see his pitiable expression on his warped face, my heart softened momentarily, releasing me from my blood haze. I ended the man's suffering with a stab to the heart. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Advancing Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:29:39 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'I weaved out of combat with the axeman before me, and as I rolled backwards from the fray I sprung up to meet the axeman's charge. I halted his axe swing with the steel of my swo…'

I weaved out of combat with the axeman before me, and as I rolled backwards from the fray I sprung up to meet the axeman's charge. I halted his axe swing with the steel of my sword, and before he could bring his weapon around to attack a second time I weaved around him, stabbing backwards with my sword and burying it into the small of his back. His helpless cry of pain was ended as I readjusted my grip on my sword and cleaved upwards, hewing him in two. '''+4 health'''.

The axeman I had disengaged from made as if to charge at me, though there was no haste in his advance. ''He has learned from his allies mistake. Pity, I suppose they can't all be stupid.''

Right Axeman (100%)

Right Archer (100%)

*[[Face the Axeman]]
*[[Spin to fight the Archer]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Stop the Distant Archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:28:22 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'I weaved out from my engagement with the axeman, and focusing my gaze on the far archer I surged towards my target. His arrow went wild over my head in his panic, and he dropped …'

I weaved out from my engagement with the axeman, and focusing my gaze on the far archer I surged towards my target. His arrow went wild over my head in his panic, and he dropped his bow to try to draw his sword. It was a useless gesture, as my blade parted him from this world before he could complete the motion. The two halves of his body plopped onto the ground with a satisfying squelch, and I admired the pool of blood that seeped out around him. ''There will be time for that later...for now...'' '''+4 health'''.

As if he had sensed my thoughts the axeman behind me swing at my unprotected back. I dove forward, and his swing only clipped the edge of my back. '''-1 health'''. I weaved back around, and as I brought my sword up to block his backswing I stepped into his battle stance. With a stab to the chest I ended his life. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Engage the attacking Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:27:52 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''I'll deal with that archer later'' I thought to myself as I engaged the bandit before me. He brought back his axe, the arc of his swing clearly meant to free me of my head, but…'

''I'll deal with that archer later'' I thought to myself as I engaged the bandit before me. He brought back his axe, the arc of his swing clearly meant to free me of my head, but I ducked underneath his swing and drove my blade up through his abdomen and out between his shoulder blades. I kicked him off of my weapon, and he fell back, coughing out blood as he breathed his last. '''+4 health'''.

The far archer loosed an arrow towards me, and the head of the arrow buried itself into my right shoulder. '''-5 health'''. I grimaced at the pain, and my eyes narrowed on my quarry. ''You'll regret that''.

I closed the distance between us as I surged towards him, and my quarry dropped his bow to draw forth his steel, but his sword was of little concern to me. Two deft strikes ended his sorry existence: one to disarm him of his sword arm and one to free him of his head. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Nearby Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:27:18 GMT

Jidaelle:

I stepped into the axeman's defensive stance, easily slicing at his exposed chest and tearing him open for the world to see. He sputtered in pain, but before he could react I finished him with a stab between the eyes. '''+4 health'''.

As I drew out my sword, the charging axeman came upon me with a swing to the chest. I tried to bring up my sword but he slashed across my front and I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. ''I will not give them that satisfaction.'' '''-6 health'''.

Distantly, I could see the far archer preparing to loose an arrow towards me.

Left Archer (100%)

Left Axeman (100%)

*[[Engage the attacking Axeman]]
*[[Stop the Distant Archer]]

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[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Nearby Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:26:34 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with 'I stepped into the axeman's defensive stance, easily slicing at his exposed chest and tearing him open for the world to see. He sputtered in pain, but before he could react I fin…'

I stepped into the axeman's defensive stance, easily slicing at his exposed chest and tearing him open for the world to see. He sputtered in pain, but before he could react I finished him with a stab between the eyes. '''+4 health'''.

As I drew out my sword, the charging axeman came upon me with a swing to the chest. I tried to bring up my sword but he slashed across my front and I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. ''I will not give them that satisfaction.'' '''-6 health'''.

Distantly, I could see the far archer preparing to loose an arrow towards me.

Left Archer (100%)

Left Axeman (100%)

*[[Engage the charging Axeman]]
*[[Stop the Distant Archer]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=28|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Charge the last axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:25:21 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''I can't let my vengeance blind me.'' As the axeman charged towards me, I steadied myself for his attack. His axe swing stopped harmlessly in the air, blocked by the steel of my…'

''I can't let my vengeance blind me.'' As the axeman charged towards me, I steadied myself for his attack. His axe swing stopped harmlessly in the air, blocked by the steel of my blade as I brought up my arms to counter his attack. I stepped into his stance and sliced through his legs, crippling him. As he fell downwards, I drove my sword through the nape of his neck. '''+4 health'''.

The archer, for his part, turned to flee. He made a good effort of it too, and had a lead on me, but I was faster. Having fed on enough blood recently to maintain my stamina, I easily caught up to the startled man, and with a slash from my sword I cut him down. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Attack your tormenter

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:24:48 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''I'll make him feel pain''. Without a care for my own wellbeing, I surged towards my tormenter. The axeman tried to intercept but I weaved around him, not caring as his axe slic…'

''I'll make him feel pain''. Without a care for my own wellbeing, I surged towards my tormenter. The axeman tried to intercept but I weaved around him, not caring as his axe sliced through my lower right side. '''-3 health'''.

The archer had time only to cry out in fear as I dived on top of him, stabbing him through the navel and bisecting him with a vertical slash. A satisfied smile spread across my face as I was sprayed with his blood. '''+ 4 health.'''

The remaining axeman made another swing at me but I was ready. I twisted around to block his strike, and the sound of metal against metal reverberated through the clearing. Before he could bring back his axe to attack again, I forced my way through his arc and hacked off his right arm. His body convulsed in pain as I withdrew my sword and freed his head from his shoulders. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Attack your offender

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:24:15 GMT

Jidaelle:

Charge the axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:22:48 GMT

Jidaelle:

Distant Archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:22:08 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''Time to withdraw'', and as I weaved out of the axeman's next swing I broke away from the fight, my eyes searching out the far archer. He had already knocked his arrow, ready to…'

''Time to withdraw'', and as I weaved out of the axeman's next swing I broke away from the fight, my eyes searching out the far archer. He had already knocked his arrow, ready to shoot at me between the eyes. ''If his aim was any good''. I tore across the ground between us, bobbing up to the right at the last second before I saw his hand twitch. His arrow grazed across the upper part of my right shoulder, bouncing harmlessly off of my leather shirt.

No sooner had my foot connected with the ground, then I pounced on the defenseless archer. My blade separated his head from his lanky shoulders in one deft swing, and his corpse crumpled upon the earthen ground, pooling out his warm blood and soaking my feet. '''+4 health'''.

The arrow of the other archer caught me off guard, and bit deep into my right arm. '''-5 health'''. Through gritted teeth I moaned in pain as I focused my eyes onto my opponent, preparing to strike back with vengeance.

Left Axeman (100%)

Right Archer (100%)

*[[Attack your tormenter]]
*[[Charge the last axeman]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=27|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Turn to charge the archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:20:45 GMT

Jidaelle:

''The swordsman will just have to wait a little longer.'' I disengaged from my opponent to advance towards the other archer, who had nocked an arrow and I watched as his hand twitched to let the arrow loose. I weaved out to the side, and the missile streaked past me harmlessly. He didn't have enough time to prepare for my assault as I barreled into him, knocking the man down with the momentum of my elbow ramming into his ribcage. A stab through the eye finished him. '''+4 health'''.

I heard the other bandit cry out in rage as he charged me, his sword drawn back in preparation for his swing. I was already low enough to the ground, so I merely rolled aside, springing up as my blade slashed him clean through the chest. His legs made an effort to still travel forward for a few brief moments before his lower half collapsed. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Charge the other archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:20:33 GMT

Jidaelle:

Charge the other archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:19:58 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''The swordsman will just have to wait a little longer.'' I disengaged from my opponent to advance towards the other archer, who had nocked an arrow and I watched as his hand twi…'

''The swordsman will just have to wait a little longer.'' I disengaged from my opponent to advance towards the other archer, who had nocked an arrow and I watched as his hand twitched to let the arrow loose. I weaved out to the side, and the missile streaked past me harmlessly. He didn't have enough time to prepare for my assault as I barreled into him, knocking the man down with the momentum of my elbow ramming into his ribcage. A stab through the eye finished him. '''+4 health'''.

I heard the other bandit cry out in rage as he charged me, his sword drawn back in preparation for his swing. I was already low enough to the ground, so I merely rolled aside, springing up as my blade slashed him clean through the chest. His legs made an effort to still travel forward for a few brief moments before his lower half collapsed.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Round on the sword-archer

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:19:13 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''No amount of training has prepared you for me''. I rushed the man, swinging at him with my sword and unbalancing his defense. The other archer, however, had time to fire an arr…'

''No amount of training has prepared you for me''. I rushed the man, swinging at him with my sword and unbalancing his defense. The other archer, however, had time to fire an arrow and struck me in the left hip. '''-4 health'''. ''Small matter, I'll deal with you in time.'' I pressed onwards with my attack, and diving into the man's defense I sliced him open across the chest. He gasped in pain and made a desperate effort to slice at me in the opening. I ducked down to the side, but he grazed my left arm with his swing as I stabbed him through his lower right side and pierced him diagonally upwards. '''-1 health'''. The force of my thrust ruptured his heart, and my foe was no more. '''+4 health'''.

Turning my attentions on the archer, he loosed another arrow towards me, but I managed to use the roll across the slick earth to avoid the missile. I sneered at my opponent, who with dawning horror realized it was hopeless. He drew his sword, but it was of little matter. In mere seconds I had closed the space, knocked aside his pathetic defense, and ended his existence. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Last Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:18:42 GMT

Jidaelle: Created page with '''The archers are of little importance right now''. I pressed my attack against the axeman, taking full advantage of his unbalanced nature as I drove my sword in between his ribs…'

''The archers are of little importance right now''. I pressed my attack against the axeman, taking full advantage of his unbalanced nature as I drove my sword in between his ribs. He coughed blood onto my leather shirt as his flailing limbs tried to cut me down with the return swing of his axe. I drew out my sword, kicking him in the groin to give me the momentum to withdraw and simultaneously rendering his axe swing useless. The far archer fired an arrow wild, whizzing by off to my right. No doubt in his panic he tried to fire before he could properly aim. '''+4 health'''.

The other archer had dropped his bow, and drew his sword from its sheath. He adopted a fighting stance, ready for my attack. ''Clearly he had learned from his allies mistake.''

Right Archer (100%)

Left Archer (100%)

*[[Round on the sword-archer]]
*[[Charge the other archer]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=0|G=0}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Charge to the Axeman

Jidaelle — Thu, 01 Oct 2015 17:16:23 GMT

Jidaelle:

It was time to disengage, and as I leapt off from the wounded warrior I turned to meet the axeman's charge. Metal rang against metal as I stepped into his battle stance and ended his life with a horizontal slash through the chest. He sputtered for a brief moment before collapsing at my feet. '''+4 health'''.

The bloodied archer made an effort to flee for his part, but he stumbled in his haste, and has I evaded under the other archer's arrow I pounced on my fallen opponent and slipped into the nape of his neck. '''+1 health.'''

The remaining archer had time to loose one more arrow before I closed the distance between us, and in my blind frenzy to sate myself on his blood I made no effort to dodge his attack as the arrow bit deep into my left side. '''-9 health'''. I let the pain ride over my emotions as I howled in rage, falling onto the man and hacking at his limbs mercilessly with my sword. Red waves soaked the ground beneath him as I brought my sword down again...and again...and again...'''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

{{Ryd Template|Equipment=''Sword, Leather Shirt''|NPC=''None''|HP=30|MP=0|Lvl=1|LI=None|XP=40|G=6}}

[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

Create Your Own Story - User contributions [en]

Enter Nimon

You wake up in your room

Gay Teen At Eighteen

Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)

Gay Teen At Eighteen

Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)

Dlyan,18 Caucasin, has several older brother (incest)

Lannis

Enter Nimon

Lannis

Lannis

Enter Nimon

Enter Nimon

Enter Nimon

Enter Nimon

Attack the Scar Demon

Charge the Demon with Beldion

Charge the Demon with Beldion

Charge the Demon with Beldion

Time to Leave

You can rot

*shake my head and allow Enice to continue*

*shake my head and allow Enice to continue*

*say nothing*

*walk away*

Sneak and Spy

Sneak and Spy

Move onwards

Take the Concealed Path

Go left to the River

Go left to the River

Fight the remaining axemen

Last Archer

Spin to fight the Archer

Face the Axeman

Advancing Axeman

Stop the Distant Archer

Engage the attacking Axeman

Nearby Axeman

Nearby Axeman

Charge the last axeman

Attack your tormenter

Attack your offender

Charge the axeman

Distant Archer

Turn to charge the archer

Charge the other archer

Charge the other archer

Round on the sword-archer

Last Axeman

Charge to the Axeman

shake my head and allow Enice to continue

shake my head and allow Enice to continue

say nothing

walk away