RagnarLodbrok
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DAAKS VISION
Alone in his chambers, the King of the gods looks at the dark globe at his table of angel bones. Deeply concentrated he gazes into the dark orb. His eyes transfixed. A gesture is made. A word of living magic leaves his lips, and then shadows in the dark globe give way to lushing fields of green, black soil, and oceans of deep azuric blue… Choirs of angels starts to sing, but remain useen, and his spirit is swept away in to the orb. And yet... His body is still there, in the chair, but with blackened eyes, as if made of opals...
We follow his spirit. It flies fast. Try to keep up.
Across oceans of livings seas. Wild with life and spurling beauty, further we go and high we fly. Like an eagle on wings of sound.
Land is quickly made seen under us. Fields of shining wheat in the sunlight. But we go a lot further, towards the mountains, beyond the heath of dark soil. Across Thalamur we go. The great country of the magicrats dictatoric regime. And up to the north. By the mountains of Ikamra, to the sieged city of Qatada we go…
And there Daak, the gazing God sees the battle. It is vast in its fury… A army of millions has been brought here… Elves and shadowfolk from the shadowlands. Faires some call them. But these are not the nimble and weak faires of the sagas. These are the nightmares of humans. Hardened warriors and fierce elit guards of the emperor of the elves… Against them stands the human armies of Thalamur. Mostly infantry and bowmans, but some hundred or so cavallery… But to no avail. Because they are outnumbered and outmatched. A dark cloud of countless arrows leaves skilled elven bowmens bows of dragonwood or elvenwood. Guards and soldiers upon the wall are slain and pierced through by arrows and leaves the world with horror and fear.
And so it begins. The war of the dynasts* has begun...
* Betyder regent, härskare, monark och andra, vanligtvis ärftliga titlar. Syftar alltså inte på dynastier.
Välkommen med din ansökan till min spelkampanj för EON 3 (med mycket husregler). En 24 år gammal kampanj, som startades hösten 1998 och ännu pågår. Skriv till: Skymningsfursten@yahoo.se
Vi spelar även WESTERN 4 och KULT. Använder till EON även regler från andra rollspel. Vi är för närvarande två SL och en spelare (den spelaren deltar endast på distans) och vi söker nu nya spelare. Vi söker er i åldern 30-65 år och som har stor erfarenhet av rollspel sedan tidigare, minst tio års erfarenhet. Jag har själv 40 års erfarenhet. Vi eftersträvar samma kvalitet som Red Moon roleplaying har på sina spelgrupper, så det är mycket höga målsättningar!
Alone in his chambers, the King of the gods looks at the dark globe at his table of angel bones. Deeply concentrated he gazes into the dark orb. His eyes transfixed. A gesture is made. A word of living magic leaves his lips, and then shadows in the dark globe give way to lushing fields of green, black soil, and oceans of deep azuric blue… Choirs of angels starts to sing, but remain useen, and his spirit is swept away in to the orb. And yet... His body is still there, in the chair, but with blackened eyes, as if made of opals...
We follow his spirit. It flies fast. Try to keep up.
Across oceans of livings seas. Wild with life and spurling beauty, further we go and high we fly. Like an eagle on wings of sound.
Land is quickly made seen under us. Fields of shining wheat in the sunlight. But we go a lot further, towards the mountains, beyond the heath of dark soil. Across Thalamur we go. The great country of the magicrats dictatoric regime. And up to the north. By the mountains of Ikamra, to the sieged city of Qatada we go…
And there Daak, the gazing God sees the battle. It is vast in its fury… A army of millions has been brought here… Elves and shadowfolk from the shadowlands. Faires some call them. But these are not the nimble and weak faires of the sagas. These are the nightmares of humans. Hardened warriors and fierce elit guards of the emperor of the elves… Against them stands the human armies of Thalamur. Mostly infantry and bowmans, but some hundred or so cavallery… But to no avail. Because they are outnumbered and outmatched. A dark cloud of countless arrows leaves skilled elven bowmens bows of dragonwood or elvenwood. Guards and soldiers upon the wall are slain and pierced through by arrows and leaves the world with horror and fear.
And so it begins. The war of the dynasts* has begun...
* Betyder regent, härskare, monark och andra, vanligtvis ärftliga titlar. Syftar alltså inte på dynastier.
Välkommen med din ansökan till min spelkampanj för EON 3 (med mycket husregler). En 24 år gammal kampanj, som startades hösten 1998 och ännu pågår. Skriv till: Skymningsfursten@yahoo.se
Vi spelar även WESTERN 4 och KULT. Använder till EON även regler från andra rollspel. Vi är för närvarande två SL och en spelare (den spelaren deltar endast på distans) och vi söker nu nya spelare. Vi söker er i åldern 30-65 år och som har stor erfarenhet av rollspel sedan tidigare, minst tio års erfarenhet. Jag har själv 40 års erfarenhet. Vi eftersträvar samma kvalitet som Red Moon roleplaying har på sina spelgrupper, så det är mycket höga målsättningar!
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