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[LP CYOA]The Hyborian Age

Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by Kz3r0, Nov 15, 2011.

  1. LeStryfe79 Deal Breaker Patron

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    D looks boring. Can I change my vote to B? :smug:
     
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  2. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Yes if you want, Tomorrow I think that I will post a bonus update illustrating one of the option without votes, by Monday morning I will consider the vote closed.
     
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  3. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Sorry for the delay, real life happened and I wasn't able to prepare the bonus update in time, I am working on it.
    Obviously, having a tie between B(3) and D(3), the vote is still open.
     
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    I'm voting for B again. Also you can be the tiebreaker!
     
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  5. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    All right, in an hour there will be the Italian lotto drawings, if the first number on Bari's wheel will be from 1 to 45 B wins, if instead is from 46 to 90 D wins, unless there are other votes, of course.
    Here the page where you can verify the result:
    http://www.lottomaticaitalia.it/lotto/home/
    The date you have to look for is :
    ULTIMA ESTRAZIONE 03/03/2012
     
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  6. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Fate has spoken B it is.
     
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  7. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Just to give you something to read until the next update I will illustrate the various options I gave you:

    A the phoenix sword, inspired by The Phoenix on the Sword, if you had choose this you would have successfully got rid of the Serpent, also, the Phoenix is a renown symbol of death and rebirth.

    B the Royal Ax, related to A, inspired by By This Axe I Rule!, a Kull story that inspired The Phoenix on the Sword, being the winning option means that the effects of this choice will become apparent in the course of the game.

    C the Scorpion Scimitar, inspired by The Altar and The Scorpion, another Kull story, it would have gave you some perk against supernatural creatures.

    D as Decline, the option to stay your course of infamy, something that the grey stranger tried to correct, I admit that this character is a plot device, having a barbarian defying the gods is not out of place in Howard stories nor the passing of the gods themselves, but in his stories said barbarian use his savage iron will and courage, something that Kairn lacks a bit at the moment.

    E I will probably illustrate in a bonus update.

    F the bonus update on which I was working.
     
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  9. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Thank you, I don't make promises because usually they don't end well, let's say that I am halfway in writing the update.
     
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  10. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Of Kings and Warriors
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    Winning the superstitious terror inspired by that stranger Kairn advanced with determination towards the hooded figure, his gaze fixed upon the royal axe, hypnotized by its majesty.

    With decision he grabbed the handle, extracting the axe from the ground.
    Holding the weapon in his hands gave the young Cimmerian a sense of euphoria.

    "Oh, pride and ambition still dwell in your heart."
    Now the voice of the stranger was like a rattle of bones.
    "But, I wonder if your reckless youth will be enough to carry such a huge burden."
    The mockery was evident.

    Fiery fires were burning in Kairn's eyes, his barbarian nature had been awakened, an exhilarating sensation of temerity begun invading his body, his hands tightened their grip on the axe's handle.


    "Seems that You have fully retrieved your arrogance foolish kid, and all because of a new toy."
    This was like the sibilant voice of the Serpent.
    "You choose a path of unending regrets, infinite resentment and mortal grudges that will only end in despair, as all the
    ambitions of Man."

    The Cimmerian shrugged.
    "Such is life, for this the only difference between to be king or to be a beggar is the blade in your hands, some demented philosophy is not of my concern nor are the incorporeal ghosts of the night."

    The hooded figure leaned against his crooked staff and raised the palm of his hand, that became big as the whole valley, elevating the young Cimmerian at the same eight of his giant stature.

    Nothing more than a bug in comparison, Kairn was now facing the vast desolation lying beyond the hood occupying the entire horizon.


    With the murmur of thousands voices intermingled, the titanic figure spoke.
    "Let' see kid, let' see, amuse me."

    Ever changing alien landscapes and impossible perspectives flashed before his eyes, until he found himself at the center
    of a plain covered in the darkness of stormy clouds, illuminated only by the lightings raining down from the sky with
    the fracas of apocalyptic thunders.

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    Long processions of forgotten armies of forgotten kingdoms advanced towards the barbarian with their discolored banners.
    A ghastly sight of dead soldiers and of even more dead kings and their ambitions.
    Their grudge against the living was palpable, with their envy.

    Kairn laughed at seeing the dangling heads of pompous sovereigns with their vacillating crowns, those skeleton like figures with their livid flesh and rusty armors appeared to him more like broken marionettes than a menace.

    "Crom, are these the rejects of the Valhalla of which Aesirs speak?"

    And with this he grinned his teeth and charged at them with savage ferocity.


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    The axe easily broke the armors, cutting through the rotten flesh, crushing the dried up bones.

    The rusty blades of those miserable souls were no match for the royal axe and the arm wielding it.

    For hours Kairn slaughtered the dead, the swats of his weapon felled hundreds at his right and hundreds at his left, still that appeared not enough to him, under his heels golden crowns and iron helmets rolled.

    "Crom, I am thirsty."
    Exclaimed the barbarian pausing for a moment.

    In that the tide of the dead stood still and slowly parted itself to make way to a demonic figure, a knight with a black
    eagle on his shield and the burning fires of hell as his eyes was in front of the Cimmerian now, without a word he launched his horse against Kairn, the blood stained battle axe raised over his head.

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    With feline agility Kairn thrown himself under the legs of the horse, severing the front pair in half, the mounted figure
    crumbled ruinously on the ground.

    Jumping at the occasion the young barbarian attacked the fallen enemy without giving respite, blue flames erupted when the blade of the axe impacted against the raised shield, Kairn continued to hit with all his might, devastating blows that shook his own bones, until the shield crack open with a blinding flash.



    King Venarius woken up with a scream in his bed causing his personal guards to enter the room.
    "What happens sire?"
    Asked the Captain.

    "Nothing, nothing."
    Answered the king with anger.
    "Leave me alone."

    Reluctantly the guards begun to left the room when the king stopped them.
    "Wait, call Mordek and tell him to come here, immediately."

    "Yes sire."

    The mage arrived in few minutes and reached the king on the balcony.
    "Sire."
    Said the mage in his usual obsequious manner, a dreaded figure, Mithra's priests didn't hide their malcontent when Venarius choose him as his counselor, not that the king cared.

    "That didn't took long, do you ever sleep Mordek?"

    "I am always ready at your call sire."
    Answered the mage with a smile.

    Venarius seemed annoyed by such servility.
    "Sure, sure, I need your counsel about a dream I had, a dream that frightened me more that I could imagine."

    Mordek answered with solicitude.
    "Could you tell me all the details sire?"

    "Yes, I still remember it perfectly."
    Venarius looked down the balcony, posing his gaze upon the asleep city of Tarantia.
    "I was mounting my warhorse, the sun was high in the sky, the golden hawk, symbol of my family, was flying over me, when suddenly the sky was obscured by a giant black eagle that attacked the hawk, killing it instantly."
    Venarius still trembled at the thought.
    "Then I launched my horse in a desperate run, with the eagle chasing me, I don't know for how long it lasted when suddenly a giant serpent appeared in front of me, scaring the horse and causing me to lose my mount."
    Venarius turned his head towards Mordek that was listening intently.

    "In such fashion the dream ended sire?"
    Asked the mage respectfully.

    "Yes, and this seems to concern you as it concerns me."

    "Indeed this dream is surely a message from the higher powers that protect you sire, with your permission I will retire to
    consult my oracles to give you advice the soonest as I can."

    Venarius looked at the mage suspiciously, many times the mage helped him, in unconfessable manners most of the times, but now he was growing wary of that insidious man.
    "You have my permission, and be haste."

    "Of course my sire."
    Said the mage lowering his head, hiding a wicked smile.





    The pale sun high in the sky was hurting Kairn's eyes, slowly he raised up from the snow.
    He looked around trying to discern where he was, he could barely recollect the memory of the battle with the Vanir and of a fleeting argentine figure.

    In that moment he felt a strange sensation on his right shoulder, surprised he saw a black eagle tattooed there, with spread wings.
    For a moment he caressed that part trying to make sense of it, then he put aside useless concerns and began to walk towards the sleigh visible in the distance, behind him a diaphanous veil was carried away by the wind.

    Didn't seem that much time was passed, the blood of men and beasts was still fluid, Kairn took the chance for eating the liver of the bears, as he used to do during the hunts.

    Meticulously he prepared the meat and the fat to carry with him, terminated that tedious task he began to examine the equipment of the fallen Vanirs, now he was wearing a chainmail vest padded with fur and an helmet padded with wool, he wasn't still used to use them and felt a little uncomfortable.

    After this he examined the sleigh and his revolting content, all his anger now had burned out, only the quiet acceptance of the reality of the life in the North remained, in a compartment under the sleigh he found some vase containing various oils and ointments, without giving much thought at such strange items he drenched the sleigh with them, adding the furs wore by the dead Vanirs.

    Now only one last thing remained, with a single blow he drove the blades of the dead warriors' axes in the ground, forming a circle around the improvised pyre and lit the fire.

    He observed how the flames began to consume the wood of the sleigh, if the shaman would have been there he could have offered an invocation to Crom, so that had to suffice, after all Kairn had already offered to the fallen the only prayer that counts for a Cimmerian, vengeance.

    When the flames were burning high in volutes of thick smoke Kairn was already far, continuing his journey to the North.



    Continue...





    Note:
    Sorry, but the update was already too long, I will post the second part with the votes later on.
     
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  11. Grim Monk Arcane

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    Yet another Bump.

    Edit:
    Also, has everybody simply lost interest?

    This is the :( 3rd or 4th time I've bumped this thread...
     
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  12. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    It 's very appreciated, thanks.:love:
    Unfortunately at the moment I can't guarantee for how long I will can update my LPs, so I prefer to leave things as they are, I will see what I could do.
     
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  13. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Sorry, no real update for now, here however is the bonus chapter that I have alraedy mentioned, it was already half written so I have decided to complete it.



    Down the Hill





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    Kairn hesitated in front of that offer, the more he stayed in its presence the more he felt the grip of fear on his heart.

    A deathly cold was lingering in his soul,slowly he begun to retreat, one step after another, faster and faster, until he turned his back and began to run away from that being, away from that unknown fear, down, towards the village, down, towards the things he lost, down, chasing that nostalgic feeling that was tearing his eyes, an inhumane desperation that he never thought possible.

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    He was now barren of all his arrogance and pride, the warmth of life seemed to have abandoned his limbs.
    He passed through gusts of chilling fog,the faint sight of the village as his guide.




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    With frantic steps he reached the outskirts of the village.

    A mounting sensation of relief began to invade his soul when an imposing figure appeared in front of him.

    Taller than his father, the man looked eerily similar to him, his grey eyes were hard as rock and his gaze was like sharpened steel.

    Kairn gasped for breath trying to saying something when the man put forward the palm of his open hand, a clear indication to stop.

    Dumbfounded Kairn tentatively advanced of few steps, but his legs seemed heavier than lead, and the solid terrain seemed to transform in quicksands at every movement of the young Cimmerian.


    Kairn was now prey of a terrifying panic, desperately he waved his arms trying to escape the ineaorable grip that was swallowing him.

    Impassible the man looked Kairn disappear with crossed arms.



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    A cold darkness welcomed Kairn's awakening, he raised his hands encountering the resistance of a hard rock substance, after few moments of disorientation he realized that had been buried alive.


    Desperately his fingers begun to dig in the ice hardened soil covering him, with the passing of the minutes his breath became heavier and heavier, without any cure for his broken nails and bleeding hands little by little he created an opening, thankfully the layer of earth covering him was thinner than he thought, the ice hardened soil probably prevented who buried him from dig deeper.

    Having finally opened a hole he began to enlarge it until he could finally broke free from that grave.
    With trembling legs he stood in the cold of the night, unaware of how much time had passed.


    In the distance he saw the wavering flame of a campfire where the sleigh was.
    With difficulty he advance towards that promise of warmth and human companionship forgetting all precautions.



    There were two men near the fire, the wind carried their voices to Kairn, Cimmerians, probably scouts.


    "We shouldn't have done that."

    "He was taboo, we couldn't take him back to the village."

    "But he died a hero, these dead Vanirs are proof of that, don..."



    The two men abruptly ended their conversation at the sight of Kairn, pointing their spears at him with eyes full of superstitious terror.

    Kairn raised his hands to show that he meant no harm, but before he could utter a word he felt the cold sensation of a flint tip piercing his chest.

    While penetrating Kairn's body the spears broke in half, blinded by fury he jumped at his aggressors, he felled the first with a powerful blow to the temple, the man still looked petrified when hitting the ground with his skull smashed open.
    The second man tried to reach for his knife but Kairn was already on him with his hands firmly around his throat, such was his fury that he crushed the neck of his opponent instead of only strangling him.

    Still possessed by an inhumane rage he grabbed the knife and sliced open the chest of his fellow Cimmerian, ravenously his hand ripped out the palpitating heart, and Kairn squeezed the last drop of blood by the crimson organ, satiating a thirst born in the darkest corners of the nether realm.

    With strong bites he began to devour the fibrous flesh, finally his body felt the warmth of life again, renovating hopes and desires, dissipating the grisly mood of death, then he finally realized what he was doing, with horror he distanced himself from the corpse that had been his obscene feast.

    In that moment he sensed a swirl in the air around him like the passing of diaphanous vests, the ringing of a crystalline laughter in his ears, he begun to circle around, tenuous forms danced in the nocturnal breeze, teasing and taunting him in a ghastly carousel.

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    "All hail the king."
    Commanded an imperious voice.

    "Hail king of maggots."
    Echoed a joyous infantile choir.

    A bleak terror was now Kairn's only sentiment.

    The voices continued,
    "Praised be the king."
    "Be damned to rot in the grave forever."

    "Glory to the king."
    "A bumbling fool which livid flesh dangle with his entrails."

    "Honor to the king."
    "The revenge of the frost giant it's too of a compliment for him."

    Crumbling on his knees Kairn tried to shut down the voices by covering his ears, finally they dissipated, and the night air was calm again.

    The Cimmerian, hesitating, raised his eyes, in front of him was once again the grey stranger.

    "Foolish kid, trying to escape the gods, you should be grateful tho, your soul has been snatch away from the fangs of the Serpent."

    Kairn stood up, advancing menacingly towards that grim figure, even fear was now exhausted inside his heart, immobile the grey stranger awaited.

    Kairn's fist only hit the cold air, furiously he turned back, searching for his enemy, only to see the dead Vanirs in front of him, their dead eyes fixed on him, with the axes in their hands.

    This sight was most a surprise than anything else, now only apathy inhabited the spirit of the Cimmerian.

    Behind them he could see the grey stranger.
    "Greet your new subjects King Kairn."

    At these words the Vanirs knelt in front of Kairn, offering their axes as homage.
    "This is your court."
    Continued the spectral figure.
    "From now on you will feast on the flesh and blood of the enemies you have defeated in battle at every new cycle of the moon, failing to do so will bring the suffering of hell upon your dead flesh."

    Passing through the ranks of the warriors the grey stranger moved towards Kairn.
    "Farewell King Kairn,"
    With these last words it disappeared.

    Kairn looked at his new guard of dead warriors and noticed that the other dead Cimmerian had joined them.
    And now he knew, with absolute clarity, what his fate would have been.

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    And so it began, a new legend born on the battlefield, of a ghoul army hired as mercenaries, that fought only at night, which leader was perennially clad in a black armor, such a dreaded presence that even in a world dominated by necromancy it was considered revolting.

    The Nemedian chronicles report of an undead army defeated by a coalition of frightened kings, horrified by what they themselves brought upon their lands.

    The chronicles speak of a king that after have been captured it couldn't be killed by any human or magical mean, a rotten corpse in perpetual putrefaction, so terrible were its screeches that to not hear them anymore the kings ordained to entomb it in a sepulcher made of granite, chained to a black stone, sealing it with the most powerful of magic.

    The whereabouts of such mausoleum seems to have been lost forever.




    FIN

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    A pity, you guys lost the chance to command a Lich King.



    PS:
    Hope you liked the story.
     
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  14. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Norsemen







    Weeks had passed, now Kairn was traveling the lands of Vanaheim bordering Asgard,leaving behind the Cimmerian forests and affronting the highest Northern mountains.



    During the long nights he took advantage of the tools he had found in the bag his father provided to him, after mending
    the helmet and clipping the broken rings of the chaimail vest, he adapted them to his body features, now they felt much more comfortable, he had began to be accustomed to their use.


    Until that moment he managed to replenish his supplies hunting with the spears of the warriors he killed that he carried with him or a slingshot as in his younger days, thanks to his
    experience he discovered the burrows of some lethargic animal from time to time, but now was already three days that he didn't encountered any, soon he would have to resort to thievery risking to approach some Vanir village or maybe trying to find hospitality among the Aesir, the latter option entailed a longer journey tho.


    That day he began to climb the slopes of the impending mountains when he spotted the white mantle of a mountain goat on the ledges of the rock walls, without hesitation he chased after his prey.

    A task that for many would have been impossible, but not for a Cimmerian.

    The goat alerted of his presence climbed at the top with few hops, Kairn immediately after it.

    The animal drove him through gullies and crevasses, always remaining in sight but out of the reach of Kairn' spear, it almost felt as was trying to lure him somewhere.

    After a while Kairn lost it in one of the canyons that branched in maze-like cracks in the rock walls.



    Was from one of those that a warrior appeared, his red hair identified him immediately as a Vanir, his glacial eyes narrowed in seeing the Cimmerian and his hand closed on the hilt of the sword, with a snarl Kairn readied for the fight when the sound of a loud voice was heard.

    "Where you have gone Ulfir? By Ymir, couldn't you wait for an old friend bogged down by his numerous war wounds?"

    A corpulent warrior showed up behind the man called Ulfir, his blond hairs spoken of an Aesir, a puzzling sight seeing one accompanying a Vanir.

    Kairn prudentially decided to not draw his sword for the moment, in case there was more, the spear ready in his hand.

    "Oh,what we have here?"
    Jokingly mused the newcomer.

    "A stray dog."
    Sibilated through his clenched teeth Ulfir.

    The sonorous laughter of the Aesir followed the response.
    "Looks more like a lost puppy to me."

    Kairn didn't let that remarks bother him, his acute earing caught the sound of footsteps and shortly after other men appeared from other passages, he counted nine of them.

    From their look they all seemed to be from different places, there were Aesirs and Vanirs, Kairn believed to recognize a Brythunian from his short blond hairs, and from the dark skin of one of them he deduced that he should have been one of the Zingarian of which he heard.

    "Hey, better be careful we have found a dangerous warrior."
    Mocked one of the Vanirs.

    "More probably a thief considering how unfit that chainmail is."
    Said the one looking as a Brythunian.

    "So how did you get that, stolen from some asleep drunkard?"
    Inquired one of the Aesirs.

    Kairn measured the distance between him and them, evaluating his chances for an attack.

    "Look, he doesn't answer."
    Said the corpulent warrior that first arrived after Ulfir.

    "Maybe he's shy."
    Mused another Aesir.

    "It's possible, I don't see any trace of beard on those cheeks, could be a girl."
    Joked the Zingarian.

    "So, miss, are you a girl?"
    Mocked the man that initially addressed him.

    "Maybe we should check." said Ulfir whose hostility was apparent.

    A red haze started to veil Kairn' sight, he was filled with rage, craving to see their bodies at his feet in a pool of blood, imperceptibly his hand moved towards the hilt of the sword.

    "Enough".
    An imperious voice made itself heard from behind the group, a tall figure with long red hair advanced to the front, initially Kairn mistook him for a Vanir, but now he could see from the features of that clean shaved face that he was unmistakably a Cimmerian, no, the elongated limbs spoke instead of an Hiperborean, slowly Kairn realized that such an exceptional admixture could only mean one thing, a slave of the Hyperboreans, son of slaves.

    The Man looked at Kairn with eyes so clear that no trace of color was discernible.

    "I am Valdyr, my companions meant no harm or offense, that there may be peace between us Cimmerian."
    In saying so he extended his hand to show the open palm, a sign of non belligerance.

    His rage quieted for the moment Kairn answered:
    "I am Kairn."

    "Are you the son of a blacksmith Kairn?" asked Valdyr "I can see that your vest and helmet have been recently fixed, and there aren't villages nearby where you could have the work done."
    Seeing the hesitation of Kairn he continued.
    "I am asking this because we would like to have with us someone with experience able to fix our weapons and armors better that we could."

    "Right" laughed one of the Aesirs, "we really need someone to polish our swords."
    A series of vulgar laughters followed, cut short by Valdyr' s glare.

    "Keep quiet fools, couldn't you see that he is a warrior?"
    He directed his gaze towards Kairn now.
    "Look closely and you will realize that he has already killed an enemy in battle", and after a pause, "more than one."

    After these words the attitude of the men changed and become more respectful, surely an effect of their Chief's authority, only Ulfir hostility seemed to remain unchanged.


    "We are going to visit a friend of us that will provide shelter and supplies for our journey, if you will join us, at least for a while, in exchange for repairing our equipment we will offer you food and shelter, and protection from wild beasts, making your sleep more comfortable and safe."
    Offered Valdyr.

    "Well, will be more safer tho if you just avoid to sleep too close to Ramiras", winked the corpulent Aesir indicating the Zingarian with a nod.

    Ramiras didn't seem to appreciate the joke and the laughters that ensued, but nonetheless he smiled and made a little bow in Kairn's direction.
    "Don't mind the jests of these savages, I can assure you that I am a most refined and proper gentleman."

    Kairn thought that what he had been told of civilized people was right, they always smile, especially when they stab you in the back, he was already growing to despise the southerner.

    One of the Vanir was growing impatient.
    "Haste Valdyr, haste, soon will come the night and is unsafe being in these mountains any longer, especially after being led here by that cursed goat, that now seems to have disappeared in thin air like the dawn's mist."

    "Ymir what got you Thurig, are you still scared by the uncertain shadows of the night?"
    Exclaimed the stout Aesir.

    "Don't say that name Unnarr, not here, not now, those weren't shadows, the most foul creatures of Niflheim are on the prowl, it's better not that dark will catch us here."

    Unnarr exploded "Those priests of yours sure scared you good as a child, they are all but dogs collecting the scraps of warriors with old hags' tales."

    Thurig now was almost trembling "I am not scared of his dogs but by his bitches", he let his gaze wander around searching for support from the other two Vanirs.

    Ulfir intervened, "We have already wasted too much time Valdyr, let's move."

    "As you can see we are parting now, do you will join us then?" asked Valdyr again.

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    A)Accept.

    These options will be counted together, and the one with more votes among them will decide the direction.
    B)Refuse an continue North.
    C)Refuse and go East.
    D)Refuse and go back, South.
    E)Refuse and go West alone.

    F)Now that they are relaxed is your occasion to attack them.(if this option will win the outcome will be randomized.)
     
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  15. Terpsichore Arcane

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    F FOR CROM'S BOWELS
     
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    Meh, even Krom realizes the value of companionship when you're out in the open. A for now.
     
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    So this LP is alive after all. Nice.

    Anyway, voting A. What's the point in attacking them?
     
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  18. Cool name Prestigious Gentleman Arcane

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    I will abstain myself from participating until I do manage to read the entire thread. Yet I do still feel I have to say this part...

    ... did spawn all kind of very wrong images on my mind involving two almost naked euphoric beefcakes and much handle holding. :oops:
     
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  19. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    I didn't realize that my prose was so homoerotic.:P

    I don't know how well your acquainted with Howard's works, but this one will probably interest you:
    http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Avon_Fantasy_Reader/Issue_10/A_Witch_Shall_Be_Born/Chapter_I
     
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  20. oscar Tacticular Staff

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    Kz3r0 re-reading this you have a brilliant eye for the spirit of Howard's work.

    [​IMG]

    I'll refrain from voting for now, but it would seem:

    North will take us even deeper into frozen Scandinavia
    East will take us into the lawless and chaotic Border Kingdoms with many opportunities for mercenary work
    South to the warmth and riches of Aquilonia or to serve in the Vangarian Guard of the Nemedians
    West to the jungles and swamps of the savage Pictish tribes

    I imagine that travelling west with this group will have us aid the Aquilonians in their conquest/colonisation of the Picts. I can't see the pay or riches being too fantastic.
     
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  21. GreyViper Arbiter

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    A they all probably die in some horrible way anyway.
     
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  22. Kz3r0 Arcane

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    Thank you.

    Seems that I have got ahead of myself with the options, trying to maintaining them clear I have restricted them too much in the process, for this I have decided to change the dialog in this way:

    Now joining them will not tie the players to a predetermined direction and will leave open more possibilities in the future, sorry again for the miswriting.
     
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  23. oscar Tacticular Staff

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    A. For lack of a better plan, and this fellow intrigues me.
     
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