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Let's Playeth: Arcanum
- Thread starter Shota Shernokavich
- Start date
he's dead, jim
Marquis de Retardot
Learned
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2009
- Messages
- 388
So the seemingly ADHD afflicted CF is Shota?!!! No wonder this LP is dead already.
What's up with this? CF lacks the stamina to play his favorite game past the very start? Preposterous!
Etienne_the_Guardian
Educated
I seriously can't be bothered to log in through a proxy each time just to post a fucking update. Making this account just to post this message already took a great deal of time.
Stereotypical Villain
Arcane
And they say Emotional Vampire is emo.
Etienne_the_Guardian
Educated
stfu
Helton
Arcane
What the fuck you're banned? What the fuck is this bullshit?
Etienne_the_Guardian
Educated
Seriously. And I like how zerodick, a poster who spams 10x worse is able to keep posting from his same IP
Helton
Arcane
Well?
Etienne_the_Guardian
Educated
Update coming tomorrow. It's all ready, just need to cut+link them.
Vibalist said:Etienne_the_Guardian said:
C'mon.
Etienne_the_Guardian
Educated
posting it in half hour. it's kinda short, a big one is inc on the weekend. 
Etienne_the_Guardian
Educated
I awoke in the middle of the night. The fatigue in my body was daunting, but I was unable to sleep. I was having paranoid thoughts about 'Virgil', the monk I had encountered at the crash site.
I wondered if he was still there, waiting. I was almost certain at this point that he is working with the assassins.
There was no point in trying to sleep. I would have to deal with this now. I made my way towards the crash site.
I crept up behind him and summoned a minion. He did not have time to turn around as I set the creature upon him.
He battled the Araya as I slashed him from behind with my blade. He finally fell with a loud scream as my Slave tore deeply into his chest. All was quiet in the forest now.
I searched his clothes, but found no amulet similar to the ones found on the Ogre and Elf assassin.
Perhaps he was not working with them? I felt a small tinge of uncertainty in my stomach.
I made my way out of the crash site, towards the place where I had tried to sleep. I would leave for Shrouded Hills tonight, and hopefully reach before the nightfall of the next day.
I walked for several hours, heading towards the town. I knew where to go as I had taken a map from Virgil's person.
Daybreak hit, just as I reached a house on the countryside.
I bid the kind priest, Arbalah, good bye and make my way towards Shrouded Hills.
He looks at me sadly, as I walk away. His eyes are empty, pools of darkness.
I look at my map and mark whereabouts I am. It seems that Shrouded Hills is at least a days journey from my current location.
I walked throughout the night and all the next morning. I finally reach the town, and enter. I trudge down a dirt path leading to a well, and what seems to be an officer of some sort on post there.
He tells me that the towns economy has been weakened due to silver mines drying up. I also learn of a group of brigands who seem to be holding the gate leading out of the city for ransom.
When I questioned him about my ring he told me to talk to a local shopkeeper called "Ristezze" who is supposedly an expert on jewelry.
Over all, I disliked the constable. He was a frail man, devoid of temerity.
I bid the old man farewell and set out to find an inn. I felt like I could sleep for days.
I wondered if he was still there, waiting. I was almost certain at this point that he is working with the assassins.
There was no point in trying to sleep. I would have to deal with this now. I made my way towards the crash site.
I crept up behind him and summoned a minion. He did not have time to turn around as I set the creature upon him.
He battled the Araya as I slashed him from behind with my blade. He finally fell with a loud scream as my Slave tore deeply into his chest. All was quiet in the forest now.
I searched his clothes, but found no amulet similar to the ones found on the Ogre and Elf assassin.
Perhaps he was not working with them? I felt a small tinge of uncertainty in my stomach.
I made my way out of the crash site, towards the place where I had tried to sleep. I would leave for Shrouded Hills tonight, and hopefully reach before the nightfall of the next day.
I walked for several hours, heading towards the town. I knew where to go as I had taken a map from Virgil's person.
Daybreak hit, just as I reached a house on the countryside.
I bid the kind priest, Arbalah, good bye and make my way towards Shrouded Hills.
He looks at me sadly, as I walk away. His eyes are empty, pools of darkness.
I look at my map and mark whereabouts I am. It seems that Shrouded Hills is at least a days journey from my current location.
I walked throughout the night and all the next morning. I finally reach the town, and enter. I trudge down a dirt path leading to a well, and what seems to be an officer of some sort on post there.
He tells me that the towns economy has been weakened due to silver mines drying up. I also learn of a group of brigands who seem to be holding the gate leading out of the city for ransom.
When I questioned him about my ring he told me to talk to a local shopkeeper called "Ristezze" who is supposedly an expert on jewelry.
Over all, I disliked the constable. He was a frail man, devoid of temerity.
I bid the old man farewell and set out to find an inn. I felt like I could sleep for days.
Stereotypical Villain
Arcane
Hark, thy fate sucketh!
Keep em' comming.
Keep em' comming.
Poor Virgil. This LP definitely has potential.
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