Hello Jeff:

Nice to see your world fleshing out! I don't have much time, I am working fulltime and taking 9 units, and running FanWar and doing birthday parties and living in my inlaws house until I can move into my new house... so I will be brief. How does the information in your world get from one place to another. I assume that since there is no magic, it is by messanger runners. This indicates that there will be a significant time delay between when things happen and when they are know to have happened. Furthermore, who shares this information with people. Is there a news service, like a town crier, or is this all gossip. Knowing the source of the information makes a world of difference. Often the informtiaon is exagerated and hyped up if it is comming from the pallace and they want a war to erupt. Consider posting where the info comes from and how likely it is to be true. I usually label my information as Amir for Gossip, or Rumors. Something similar might help.

Christopher

oh very good point chris! i never even though of this! ill post where the info comes from in the future!

yeah, thanks! thats an important thing to consider (for GMs and players!)

just a short story: ask me (seb) if you can use this as in-game knowledge, if you want to

"Since my brother is telling the story already, you might as well hear the whole thing. My soul was being wrenched away after about, oh, my fifteenth time dying, when a man in robes and a beard appeared and spoke to me. The message was blurred and not very clear, but he said something along the lines of 'me, as you' at that moment, i saw that his right hand was missing, and as he said it, i notised mine was gone also. He then said something about bringing my people together, or something like that, and then the vision was over. After the vision, i noticed that i could not use my right hand, and had to get this device, which is very tedious to bear. This vesion might have been linked to the fact that, around 15 years ago, i was teleported incorrectly, and found myself aboard a ship. This ship was full of dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, people, the like of which i had never seen before. Eventually, I learned their language, and they told me they were trying to get to "The land to the north", but they couldn't because their ships kept getting stopped by a large blockade. I discovered that this land to the north was where i had come from, you know, this land. And when they themselves strived to reach it, they couldn't, even with their remarkable abilities, which were akin to powerful Paladin abilities i Have seen before. Anyway, our ship got smashed by this blockade, but something in the sea must have helped me to survive, because i found myself on the shore near Einas Mien with no recolection of this event whatsoever. I only remembered quite recently, a few months ago. So, a short time ago there was a rumor about one of those men i spent five years with appearing in the east, and now we are on our way there, to find him. Meanwhile, my brother was helping me decode the mission given to me by the man in the vision by asking various people around town about him. That's where we are now."

The passing of an old friend.
for me now the world is crumbling, my body my maybe young but my mind has been around for more than two ages. i have seen broden when he was just a little Donovan bag. but now i feel as if my time is about to come to an end. so this is my last entry in to this journal of mine, for to night we meet with the assassins. and all will come to an end for this hobbit finally. for it has been to long and my return has proven to be worthless. i will go now to join with my best and most misunderstood friend skywatcher. and i leave what was his to whom ever can find it . he was born on this island and would die on this island not that he stayed here is whole life. he did a great number of things. i don't any one who would tell a dragon hey i will stop bothering you if you just help us. and then come back to bother it some more. that crazy ass, or hey what ever i'll go fight the forvalaca alone. Or before he even new me came out and help get ride of the darkness in the west. or he stole a demons orb of the elder-magus which then he gave to me which now that dame flame loving bastards has just let me get my powers back and i would give him something to cry about. i wish skywatcher were here to help me with this so called Mafia most don't know it but skywatcher is more native to this island than most hobbits are he was born in the forest of hoss bay learning the stars from his great great grandfather, learning to feel the wind and what it was saying. things that are now lost to this world, lost to most so called mages who have forgotten what it means to use magic and where it came from. but back to skywatcher he will ever forget his home and thats what called him back. his keep was not known to any but myself. its funny how we find are self's in life's circle. and its funny how good deeds of the past are mistaken for cowardly acts. such as when we were fighting those ships off the shores of hostor. when we were escorting villagers to the safety of pincle it was taken as us fleeing with them but what most dont know is that skywatch got them there and i went and woke up the trees to fight and get rid of the ships but historians will here nothing of it. so it is and so it shall be. i leave now with one or two words of advice. one the forvalaca was one of three trapped under. two look to the roots of your self and other to find treasures that you did not know even existed. and just remember that the wizards trade order is week at the knees and when proper power of the mind is dedicated to the fall of all it will tumble and beg for mercy. good bye to jeramy and good bye all that i once loved, may the treasures of your life be many and the hair on your toes never fall out.

yes i know that it is hard to read but thats how bubbles writes to bad

" ok this is squishface talkin so bare in mind that things will not make any senes what so every, just try to learn somthing."

hello my self this is my journal squishface journal my journal that one guy with the face said hey write things down in this so you can rember them later. so i said ok so now im writeing this is so i can rember what happened with brick. its started with us going to that one place with all of the gaints and we went thought and kill a lot of them and took there stuff. i had that ring of gaints witch i traded to that one guy in town. i got this sheild that gave me charge so that when brick and myself and those knights went to mess up those mean gaints that i could do more damage. but the sheild was weird it felt funny. and they told me not to come close to town with it. and then we went charging in we killed alot of them and we were flying and then these dragons came. oh oh oh oh and there was fire i dont know where it cam from but they kept callin it la la lavas that it lavas but then the dragons came and i few at them and at the last minute i few up useing my super speed i made fire come out of my feet and i flew up and up. oh yah i for got this is key i have to rember to tell them this because its how i got to the moon. well we ran in to a lot of gaints but there were like these big thing that looked like dragons but they did not have wings and i ran realy fast with my super speed and we made a vor a vor a tes no no not vortes but but a vorlavas no no a what did they call it i dont know any more. but it whirld around and stuff. its what no no wait no yes ok so fire was shoting out of my feet and i went way up in to the sky and there was the spining thing they called it a huri a hury no wait a cain thats it a cain there was a cain up there and i got cot in it and stared going really fast like frrummmmmmm babababa and then i shot out of it and there was a town below me so i went at it i thought at the time that it was the moon and i went at it really fast and then the shield started doin somthing wierd and then it started to come apart and this big loopy thing started up in the sky and bam the city was shaking and stuff an then this big snake ate me and this lady the most buetiful lady in the wourld was there she said somthing but i cant rember what she said. wait was that a dream or hmmmmmm

Great posts Wade!

It is great to finally have you on the forums. You are such a big piece of FanWar history it is nice for people to be able to see and learn from what you have discovered about Roekron and FanWar. Thanks.

Bubbles journal entry is so sad... really great. It makes me think of all that was sacrificed to get where you guys are today, and whether anything will come of it.

Christopher

i remember hearing about how wade spilled his guts to the nice lady who was a dragon and all chris said was "good role playing wade" poor squish face! even elder dragon ppl who eat him wont give him any slack! and chris have u emailed me that thing u sent me that i cant get on my other email, but my new email is

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so you can send it to that one and every thing will be fine!

( a letter from skywatcher to bubbles) 2nd age bubbles is still missing
Dear bubbles im not sure why i still write these letters to you. i know you are most likely dead and gone having to go to the grey isles and getting your self blown up or killed but i guess i just cant let go. im not sure what the Mafia is going to to do im taking on some of the responsibilities but snikelfrize and nim and others are doing most of it. i have gotten something that is of the most importance its one of the most powerful items i have had in quite sum time you would love it only if you were here. but its how i got it that you would be most interested in remember those stories that you would tell of your teleport failure well your summoning to help that barbarian with the unicorns and that cat thing that would howl well i had to fight one to day i don't know nothing i did seemed to help i remember you telling me something about how you got ride of it but nothing i did seemed to help. the stars have ailed and i fear that dark times are ahead. for the what we now call the forvalaca(does any one know how to spell that) got loose. it was in a mirror. i feel my mind going as the yeas pass for i am a ripe old age for a centaur. but im bored this retirement stuff is horrible i rather fight broden him self than sit here day in day out. i fear that his power my now be at a breaking point. we can take him but i have little faith in most. do to the corruption that i fear has plagued most of this world. but now that i am old im starting to make plane for my death. ha who would think that i would get to plane my death. its seems that now i only have death to look forward to who knows what awaits us there. im leaving directions to my resting spot in case the worse has not happened and you return. they rest in the vary spot that you were once pronounced dead follow from there due south to where are spoils of battle rested you know where i mean

Lots of meat in this one Wade. Nice post! I hope people read it for what it is.

Christopher

to be used as in-me knowledge by cookies, Talys, Jake's hobbit (what's his name again?) Cookies, and walter's veteran.

Caution: long, painfully long, and sometimes boring

Alright, this is the story of our journey to the east after we met cookies and beyond: Jake's hobbit, Cookies, Marcus' barbarian, and I started travelling to Icashi, where the stranger was rumored to be sighted. When we arrived, we found the town in flames. We never did figure out what caused the fire, but we were immediately put to work putting out the flames. In the process our clothes and all of our flamable belongings were burned. Afterwards, we all asked around the inn (singular, the others were burned) trying to get info on where the stranger was. We cross-referenced a few stories, and it sounded like he was mugged, and, tragically, death came for him. But through my "freinds" in the town, I know the kill was paid for. So we decided to visit his grave, after we found some cheap clothes. When we got there, we walked up to his grave. Strangely it was unmarked and hard to find. Apparently it was marked with a wooden headstone and it burnt in the fire. Soon we noticed that we were being watched by a figure in a dark cloak. After a while of looking around his grave, two Serpenton Samurai approached us and said, "Excuse me, what is your business here. If you are thinking of doing any grave robbing of the stranger you can forget it! Grave robbing is punishable by multiple deaths. Move along now." We noticed the cloaked man wasn't there. We walked out of the cemetary and wait outside while the Samurai leave, except for cookies, who had explained to the guard he was making rubbings, so he proceeded accordingly. we were considering what do when we saw the cloaked figure again from just inside the cemetary, watching us again. Cookies then came over and we pretended to talk about the rubbings, but I was sneaking peaks at the man when I didn't think he was watching. The figure in the cloak appeared to be following us. I saw him watching us carefully as if not sure what to do. He looked human and obviously was not too good at hiding himself. We left the graveyard and walked through the crowds in the city. When I finally turned around to ask him what he wanted, he asked me first. To which Cookies answered, "Actually that's what we were going to ask you, you seem to have been following us. Is there anything we can help you with?"
to which he replied quietly "I... don't know." He looked around carefully. "We can't talk here. I don't know if they are watching." So we followed him. He lead us down some pretty beat up street and stopped a few times to buy paper and ink and some food. We all keep a non-suspiscious distance and he seemed to be continuing to check on whether he was being watched. We followed him carefully. Eventually he lead us to a busy tea house and made his way through it. We followed. When he came out the other side we saw him step into a small cottage in the back. We followed him in and found a VERY humble abode littered with scraps of paper and lit by the open windows. He set what he had purchased down on the table in front of him. Then he down and it was apparent that he had a wand in his hand but was keeping it pointed down. He said,
"If you are here to kill me, you may try now. If not, tell me your business and I will listen." Then cookies said, "Don't worry, we have no intention of killing anyone, though we are wondering why you were following us. Also, my friend here may have some questions that you might be able to help him with."
The last part was said gesturing to myself. So we asked about the one who died, and after we stressed the necessity of the information to be revealed, he said:
"I knew Gibandi only a short time. I can tell you very little about him except that he is not from our lands and possessed some very pecular abilities." He stopped here as if not sure he should continue. "You say a god sent this man to find Gibandi? That is very interesting. You say you want to know who killed him. Well that is common knowledge. The bandits did." Here he looked as if he was being sarcastic, "Bandits killed the Stranger, as everyone called him, yes, Bandits killed him. And that is why I, the only one to have known him for any length of time am being followed by the Serpenton Guard." He stopped again and looked at us all carefully. "No," he said, almost to himself, "If you wanted to kill me you would have done so already." He looked about and said, "But why, why this man (me), why has his god sent him here to find Gibandi? I am afraid he is too late, for Gibandi is no more. He seemed like a good enough fellow the time that I knew him. And the things he coud do...." here he trailed off. "I don't know what to say."
I will shorten this to stop boring you too much. Essentially what he said was that Gibandi could kill lesser undead by being near them, and could kill a lich by getting a feel for it (the lich) first, then, as the lich was raining down spells with no effect, kill it with a few swipes of his sword. It also seems Gibandi was impervious to mana drain. When he was killed he had black wounds on his body, known as morganti wounds. It was strongly, strongly hinted that the Serpinton guard was behind this. This man also gave me a journal in which he (the human) wrote all of Gibandi's words in the Common Alphabet.
After that, we heard guards at the man's door, and we escaped out the back way. With the help of a cook, we escaped to Armir Ford.
I have read the journal, and it hints that ther is a large blockade stopping gibandi and his people from getting into Roekron. On every ship, there is a "horned demon", which sounds an awful lot like a Serpinton Guard (their helms have horns). They are trying to get to Roekron to banish the shadow and the "realm ones", meaning undead. There is only a small fraction of Gibandi's whole nation trying to get past the blockade, with no more than 30 people on a ship, though there is a whole nation of them in another continent to the south. Gibandi's people's abilities seem to come from rituals and such, rather than gaining levels. Also, Gibandi was one of the stronger ones of his people, seeing that he was a cheif That is all.

Danm it seb, I was writeing this up! Oh well, u got there first. Anyone who wants to know any of this will have find our characters and ask them. or the others involved

haha. well you can fill in the specifis if you want

Love, Truth and Justice

We landed in Amir Ford around noon and it was said that there was a seer in town that knew the story of my husband’s death. I have not yet been able to utter the words of what happened to him, but I knew that Talys and the others should know. I went with them to hear the story figuring that later I could correct anything the man got wrong. Perched on the story tellers shoulder was a small golden finch with an ornate green tail, and as we gathered around it became increasingly clear that the bird was likely the saner of the two. Nevertheless, the story was eerily accurate. Some people asked the man a few questions and he seemed baffled so I reached over to the bird and cast “Learn your thoughts.”

“Dispel your spell,” I heard the bird cheep.

Talys and I, upon closer inspection, could tell that the bird was polymorphed and bared a resemblance to the green dragon of Hostor. Talys and I let him be (I cannot say the same for my son) and he flew off down the river.

We boarded the Golden Twilight and set off in search of Love. While on board we decided to have Sparky wear the semi crown and James wear the warrior crown. We flew over the forest invisible and soon ran into a group of wandering specters. In hindsight we should have killed them all.

The Golden Twilight dropped us off as close to Love as she could and from there the party trekked up a hillside in search of the magnificent beast. Halfway up the hill someone alerted me that there was a group of undead following a ways behind us. I had my spell book open to a certain page, but beside that did not pay them much heed. As we ignored deer trails and climbed straight up the hill I often looked around for any sign of Love. Finally I spotted the creature- it was standing near a human in full plate. I cautiously walked towards them and only half of my party followed; the rest didn’t even notice I had turned. Cookies was behind me, but still by a few yards, and as I got closer to the figure my soul seemed to scream to myself.

I went back and rounded up as many people as I could, warning them of the morganti ahead. Cookies took the lead and met this undead as it came closer. My friend recited Elder Sorcery with determination and as he raided hi hand in the air spent more energy in an attempt to cause more destruction. This enemy, now clearly a vampire, dueled him and from Cookies hand erupted a burning light. The vampire fell back, and then pushed forward with more force then before, slicing through Cookies shield, straight to his soul. As this happened I read from my book, directing my spell toward this monster. I ran towards Love and behind me the woman stopped. My spell had worked-- she was aligned with us.

I spoke to Love and asked for help. The creature replied that I should watch behind me, for the person I had converted was not on our side.

“What’s your name?” One asked.

“I can’t remember my real name,” she casually answered, “But I am called Curves.”

We were all taken back. I rejoined by group and stood next to this fiend, the one who, had Borden allowed her, would have finished my love. It took all control I had not to punch her in the face.

I felt powerless. There was so much I could do, but I knew that to act at all would jeopardize my entire party, for I if were to make a move Curves would have beat me to it. As a group we continued down the hill. For the safety of my party I made sure Curves lead. It wasn’t long before she spun around and hit both Sparky and I with an attack I have seen assassins use many times. Fortunately I have learned to negate attacks of that sort and Sparky is able to prevent some damage from getting through, so still we both stood. But, by the time we had regained composure she was gone.

When we reached the bottom of the hill we saw another group of undead coming towards us. With them was Curves, Frost and Werek. While the party was still somewhat together Werek swung Ebonafter in an attack which would have killed everyone around him had I not used my crown to protect us all. As everyone continued to run I stopped and turned around to see Curves. She declared a duel and I came towards her with an open hand. She reconsidered her decision and quickly left. Behind her was Frost. I ran towards the dwarf and grabbed his staff with enough energy to destroy it, but, being a storm mage, he countered my attack. Frost proceeded to bombard me with spells, all of which I dispelled. When he had nothing left I rushed him, taking him down with swords Snickelfriz had given me.

After the commotion was over I was able to find most of my party, but three were missing, one of whom was Sparky. We didn’t have time to do much before Curves and her minions came back. They had us slowly retreating but I had my spell book out, ready to disintegrate her head. I never had a clear shot though; James stayed in front of me and repeatedly killed thebitch. But whenever she fell she rose again in a flash of light. They were using Necro-Life. I teleported us all out and back to the ship; it was a hopeless battle. On the Golden Twilight we met up with two of out missing party members, the other had been fighting alongside Curves.

We flew back to Lord Redway’s camp while listening to the low murmur of arcane babble. Someone was casting a spell. We couldn’t tell who, but we knew it was on the thought plane in the same way the horned horses communicate. Below us we could see a wave of light moving in on the Dark City. We informed Lord Redway of the creatures’ progress and the spell they were casting. As we readied to leave a messenger from the Wizards Trade Order came up to the Lord. I tilted my head down to make sure that not only was my crown hidden, but my identity as well.

“The Dark City has signed a treaty with the Wizards Trade Order. You must cease your attack and destroy the beasts in the forest. We are going to dispel whatever it is they are casting”

There was so much I wanted to say and had he not been an innocent messenger, the man would not have been able to walk away. When I had had about enough Hu appeared. He told the messenger to send a message to the Wizards Trade Order expressing his distaste for them in a vulgar way.

We talked to Lord Redway telling him that he must continue his attack on the Dark City whatever the repercussion be, and that to attack the beasts would be a futile effort. He ignored us, and his troops marched on the other-worldly creatures.

We decided that the bulk of our party would return to Hostor to find what help they could while I try to find the green dragon. I wanted to know what spell was being cast by Love, Truth, and Justice; the only words I could understand were cresting and something like cleansing.

On the way there, however, we were attacked by Curves, Frost, Wall and various litches while James and Sparky also attacked us and each other. I teleported as many people as I could the rest of the way to Hostor while freezing any undead that got near me. When we all arrived I restored our minds and alignments and took the belated precaution of shielding our minds from further attacks.

Talys and I went immediately to he high level storm mage I know, the one that protected my family by claiming responsibility for our previous actions. We discussed with him what the Wizards Trade Order was planning and asked for his help. A nature mage interrupted us with a vision he had had. He saw that Lord Redway’s army was marching slowly; they would not reach the three beasts before sunset and would be forced to camp. From Esterok Keep came the defiant Kerri Johani. He would not listen to the commands passed down to him and claimed that no samurai would. He rode down the river towards the City on a grand, wingless, golden serpent.

We waited.

Then it came. Love, Truth, and Justice finished their spell. I felt another spell being cast in response: dispel your arcane. There it was: a use for the word. For years I have had the word cresting written in my book with no use for it. This is why I had it. I cast “Cresting” and my friend cast “Manipulate your spell” to change the target of the dispel. It worked. An enormous amount of energy was spent to dispel my spell. Then from another direction I felt another spell being cast-- “Cancel your arcane.” Were this spell to get through the target would lose the ability to use arcane. My only thought was, “Balls out.” I cast “Cresting” and he cast “Manipulate your spell.” Then something tried to dispel my spell and my instincts told me to let it. But, something dispelled that. I felt a surge of energy so powerful that it knocked me back and spread to my children.

The original spell was cast and even from where I stood I could see a light explode over the Dark City. Another arcane spell was cast on the thought plane which I shielded. Two different sources tried to dispel it, but both failed.

We traveled to Celendil to see these gorgeous creatures gathered together with their horns touching. They then bent down their heads to touch the ground with their horns. Then they turned and ran off, disappearing into the air. The city was barren, only animals were left, and the cloud that darkened the city was gone. At the point they touched on the ground something had appeared. Everyone who could tried to identify what it was. With all of our knowledge we only knew that it was in the plant family and it was growing.

Broden still lives, but he is weak. The cloud is gone and my Only scarred him in ways we will never be rid off. He is in the sewers and on the run.