> read the tomes to see what classes and gear you have to choose from
You start to read from one of the tomes, you start with "Wild Alliance Adventurer's Guild Tome". However there are alot of pages missing, cause someone seemed to have set fire to some of the pages in here. Whoops. Even with alot of the information still missing, you guess you'll just have to make do with what's still in tact.
Wild Alliance Adventurer's Guild Tome
Gronk : AM GRONK, THE STRONGEST MINOTAUR THERE IS, AND LEADER OF WANDERING TERRA IN TAKEOFF MOUNTAIN. GRONK SAVE ENTIRE WHITE SEA COAST IN UNDEAD ALLIANCE BY PUNCHING JABBERWOCKY WITH GREATAXE. GRONK GENTLE WITH CHILDREN. GRONK MERCILESS WITH ENEMIES. GRONK HAVE GYM IN HUMAN ALLIANCE CALLED GRONKTOPIA. AM GRONK, AND NOW FOR 999 OUTHLINS A YEAR, YOU CAN BE GRONK TOO.
Josha Reebs - A goblin from Murth in the Fable Glades. Reebs is a well known adventurer for his knowledge in speech craft and unwitting charm. Reebs' silver tongue would always bring any stern creature to their knees and laughter, he always had a joke or cunning whim that would just shake the strongest minotaur to the ground like a child in a fit of laughter. Some say he was challenged by Elder God Pan to make him laugh, and succeeded in only one joke.
Salamander Goldscale - Gold Drakekin and leader of the Goldscale Air Navy. Back in his younger days, Goldscale was a Lizardfolk who saved the Fable Glades by defeating a diabolical lich named Ualsrin, and imprisoned his soul in his own body. Before the lich could seize control of Goldscale he sacrificed himself by tossing himself into a volcano to . Moved by his bravery the Elder God Ludath who reigns over Salvation and Justice, granted him life once more as a Drakekin with golden scales, and appointed him leader of the Wild Alliance. Channeling Ludath's power, Goldscale banished Ualsrin to the Bleak Seas. Goldscale's men then created "Mercy Kill" The Bleak Sea's first prison surrounded by never ending tsunami's and guarded by an undead Megoladon Shark called Yugitouith.
Moon - A Lycanwolf born in the wilderness of Emergion in Fellhenge, she traversed the whole continent of Rydin going to each of the four alliances as an adventurer to pay for her expenses to slate her wanderlust. Though while on her travels she tumbled upon a forest on the verge of death due to a plague of Poisonous Mushrooms. Taken back by how the forest was in such terrible condition, she gave her soul to the forest and became it's guardian cleansing the woods of the mushrooms and preventing half of the Wild Alliance from being engulfed with deadly mushrooms.
Sister Dorothy Eshterstone - A name all should fear. Sister Dorothy Eshterstone was an elf girl would was dragged into the Realm of Purgatory by Drow. She was raped, maimed, and beaten on a daily basis by Drow slavery traders, from when she was seven until she was twenty. Every chance she had, she would pray to someone, anyone to free her from this torment and smite those who gave her such grief. One night on her twentieth birthday, she heard a voice answer her pleads, when she promised to give everything she had to the voice she had been blessed with the Elder God of Darkness and Shadow, Plight's power. With her new powers, she made the Drow feel as much suffering as she had gone through. Their only chance of salvation was to give their soul to Plight, or be struck down by her. Some say she haunts the surface world of Rydin always looking for the next person to convert or destroy.
Molten - Molten is not any person, rather that he is an object, a longsword to be exact. No one knows who crafted Molten, or who gave him intelligence, but when Molten is wielded by any swordsmen brave enough to equip him, Molten grants that person unspeakable destructive power. Though most of the time Molten's power is far too strong for the wielder to handle and inevitably destroys themselves. Molten's actual existence is still considered to be fabrication. Some believe that Molten is a way to spook mages to learn a valuable lesson in properly preparing and casting offensive magic, or the end results could be dire. Thus people of the Wild Alliance use the vernacular "Molten" to describe the fatal downfall of a overconfident or stupid wizard.
Shenvel Herish - Herish was a hermit alchemist who lived in capitol city of the Wild Alliance, Inova. Never leaving his house, he worked on medicines and elixirs for the most outrageous of diseased ever to plague Inova. Though people have claimed him to be a huge con artist and crackpot, because the elixir's he sells normally are for ailments that don't exists. Though there have been accounts illnesses that Herish makes medicine for actually befall some citizens and he is the only one who can cure them. Herish grants all citizens permission to his medicine merely stating that their health is all that concerns him, as he had foreseen that his patients would give him faith in his medicines. It's rare but from what people have seen of Herish, he is a rather old green skined hobgoblin, but they only get a glance at his arm as he distributes his elixirs and medicines through a small hole from the front of his house.
Desdemona - A Medusa from the far off continent of the Vile Planes to the west of Rydin. Desdemona is a master thief and assassin, who pleasures in toying with victims through bumbling antics and poor choice of morals, though she is a violent schemer. Do not be fooled she can turn victims to stone with a single touch of her constricting snakes from her hair, administering a slow and agonizing death. Desdemona owns a Mercenary Guild called the Yellow Bellied Vipers who take on any job for the highest bidding price. However due to Desdemona's kleptomania, some of the guild's funding are placed into the most bizarre of investments, like a giant cage for hermit crabs, or buying a juice product line.
While looking through this book you notice afew pictures of some equipment that haven't been scorched by the flames. The pictures are of a Katar , Pistol , Hammer, Staff, Pike, and Shortsword.
As for equipment, you only see Cloth, Leather, Chain, and a small Buckler.
Before you decide on anything you look through the "Elder's Pantheon". Ah crap on a stick, this ones burnt too. All thats left in here are some of the Elder's Hymns. Well it's better then nothing.
Elder's Pantheon Hymns
Brookylenna "Sing the songs of agony my children, for this is the ramifications of your choices. You took my powers for granted and now your land will be cold just as you're kin's hearts before you."
Usha "Death is pleasure, grant me pleasure, you don't want me to give it back to you, nay. You need me to give you pleasure."
Shrödinger "Everything will fall into place. If you can understand that, then I can grant you an eased mind. All in due time child."
Hero: Gronk. Because we like to imagine we are STRONG, like Gronk. And you never know when you might have to deal with children.
Weapon: Staff. Because we are, in fact, a complete wuss. Therefore magicking is the way to go.
Armor: Cloth with which to conceal our true intentions. (That or sparkly steel chain pants. For ironic purposes.)
Deity: Ful-Gorin’bth. Yea, madness shall be our window to enlightenment!
naw dude, cheese is like coagulated. It's coagulated protein found in milk.
Okay fine, it is fermented, but so is like yogurt, and I don't ever remember going to Bert F. Yogurt's for my friend's birthday.
Originally Posted by FowlJ
That's probably because Bert is a registered sex offender.
Originally Posted by rogue of void
Was, he got off on those charges remember?
Originally Posted by Wulf
Getting off on stuff is what got him charged to begin with!
You give it some time to think about your choices...
To where wish sometimes wish that your inner voice was alittle less clusterfuck crazy...
But you begin to tear out the pages carefully. First for Desdemona.
....Dude come on, dexterity is suppose to be your thing...Maybe you'll fare better with the Katars.
You know what? Fuck it, just tear it out, who gives a shit anymore.
....Well I'll be dipped. You managed to tear it out so well you got the whole set of armor.
You give your pot a platonically loving hug for your accomplishment. Now for Shrödinger...You better be fucking careful, your standings with gods may be alittle tarnished already cause ya know....you burnt a bible.
Alittle wear and tear, but otherwise you got the page out proper. Alright, you produce the flask of Vorpal Polymorphing. What was the next step suppose to be again?
Last edited by CzBacklash; 03-15-2012 at 02:36 AM.
Wait! Dont use the badly torn pages, try to tear out molten and the pistol in hopes of getting some better rollsluck!
While you did have your heart set on Desdemona and the Katars, you decide the next best thing would be Molten and the Pistol.
Better and better! You got some decent rips out of those pages, all of the text is on the page for both Molten and the Pistol.
Originally Posted by 98714123340
Whatever you pick draw a smiley face on the armor page of choice with rats blood.
....That has got to be....
THE BEST MOTHERFUCKING IDEA EVER! GOOD THINGS CAN ONLY COME FROM THIS! THROW THAT SHIT IN THE RATS BLOOD! Okay what comes next?
Originally Posted by Meww
>STRIKE A POSE!!!
Originally Posted by Ziddia
> Have a feelings jam with the pot.
Well you may not be the brightest lightbulb in the common sense department, but you sure got pizzaz! Who knows? Maybe this will be your victory dance. What's next?
Originally Posted by Ziddia
After you pick,
> Go fuck some shit up.
Yeah...Yeah! Ya know what!? FUCK THAT CHEST MAN! You waddle yourself over to the charred wooden box and bend down to grab it from the bottom and give a heave!
After straining yourself for a moment you manage to flip the chest over. Atta boy sport! Sadly, chests don't offer EXP, but its the principle that counts. Your pretty much out of ideas in your head, so you decide maybe it's better to read the note for instructions again.
As instructed you place the papers into the flask....
And give it a mighty-
-ballsta powered caber toss across the room. The flask explodes into in a puff of blue haze as the residue dripped from the wall with a acidy hiss and starts congealing into matter...