Ulthuan

People who liked OBSM might be interested... I started another Great Pendragon Camapign with my real-life Pendragon group. It has the less-awesome-than-this-one name of The Blaze in the Dark. It's now updated with everything we've done so far on it. It's been quite similar to this game in ways, and ...

A month later, let's see if I can answer those questions :p I hope you're still around to see them! 1) Aldrydd's soul had been claimed by the witch. His spirit was her slave. The witch was a type of elder faerie - the same sort of being as Grendel's mother. It was bound to the Chute Forest, but when...

I've found the character sheets and will scan those and send them through when I can - which will probably be early next week. I've told Luna most of my plans. (Forgot to tell him the one about the peacock!)

Luna: I don't mind if someone wants to take over in my place.

Cid: Based on Luna's question, I'll hold off on answering for the time being.

Merlin did it.

ooc: So, I got really busy, and OBSM was getting sort of overwhelming with its size and the amount of people in it and the amount of plot threads flying around... I think it's time to officially pronounce it dead. It was a mighty effort on all parts, with a lot of stuff that I was really proud of, a...

The Countess nodded, slowly, and then raised her voice to address her guest. "Sir Cynric, I must decline your request. Think of all that the Cymric folk have suffered from the Saxons. Countless lives have been lost, and the two Pendragons have been slain through Saxon perfidy. They may not be y...

Lady Rosalynd's face grew more woeful as Sir Perin denigrated her dead husband further. A wretch he may have been, but she still loved him and had never wished for his death. "Ghosts? I know naught of any ghosts..." Lady Rosalynd said softly, her eyes wide. *** Sir Galan and Sir Eleanor we...

ooc: Just be glad you didn't run screaming like Sir Alain (crit failed the second courage test, now probably curled up under his bed sobbing incoherently) and were able to show the demon to be a fraud. There was no reply to Sir Sheppard's challenge. The sun gradually sank in the sky, but the apparit...

The demon bellowed again, a deep ululating cry that struck terror into the hearts of the two knights. Sir Sheppard fell to his knees, clutching his head, and whimpered, while Sir Alain and the peasants took off like rabbits, screaming in abject terror, and leaving Sir Sheppard alone. It was impossib...

ooc: And three weeks later, I'm finally going to start this up again! I'm not sure that I'm free enough, but I have internet set up, I've unpacked RPG books and sheets... and if I don't restart this now, then I'll never restart it! Lady Rosalynd seemed like one in a daze. She responded to questions ...

ooc: And a week after we were supposed to start... I'm moving house at the moment. All my Pendragony stuff is boxed up somewhere. We'll continue... at some point. Soonish. Hopefully within a week.

No, it's an unfinished ten minutes rush job. Definitely not pro work. Not actively bad, either, just could be better.

Arratak wrote:Well I read the spam thing and copied everyone else... The guy that wrote it wasn't very clear??

I pm'ed yvan anyways so... Just fix it up respectively decreasing to the correct number

In my defence, it was a work in progress, I never finished making the thing. Not enough spare time.

ooc: So, if you haven't noticed, I've been barely posting lately. Work is hectic, and I just don't have the energy to do this as well right now. But I don't want to just call it off altogether, so here's the plan: I'm calling a hiatus until the school holidays. In just under three weeks, I'll have a...

The next morning, when the tides uncovered the causeway from the castle once more, Sir Perin (who had returned to his bed in the guard tower) was astounded to see Sir Owen, alive if only barely so, and Lady Rosalynd cross the causeway. The Lady seemed distracted: she barely spoke a word at all.

" You'll never best me, knights !" the nearly hysterical peasant said... but as he spoke, Sir Alain and Sir Sheppard noticed a curious thing - when the Devil spoke, Old Gorwel's mouth was not moving, as it was when he was speaking to protest his innocence. ------------- Sir Owen strode tow...

" It is me. I am the devil !" Old Gorwel proclaimed. The peasant screamed in shock and fell to his knees immediately. "No my lord! I did not say that! Jesus Christ is my lord and Mary is His mother and I am the devil you seek, hah hah! Aaargh! I do not say these words! Please believe ...

ooc: Honour was used for the window jump (and saved your life). Going for Love now instead. Sir Owen felt his exhaustion burn away under the fires of rage. After years of separation, he still nursed his love for dead Kara, and this traitor would cast love aside that easily? He spun his sword in his ...

The door crashed open.

"Betrayed! By my wife and my guest!" wild-eyed Sir Morien raved, his sword in hand. "Trollop, you shall rue this day!"

"It is the Devil himself," Old Gorwel said, making the sign of the cross. "If I had not come along, surely you would have slain this man, and who would laugh at that save Old Scratch himself?" ------------- The stone window-ledge was slick with rainwater, and Sir Owen could see t...

Sir Owen entered the room next to Lady Rosalynd's, which was furnished as a guest room but empty of occupants. At the back of the room, a window opened up to the storm, and sticking his head out it, the knight could see Lady Rosalynd's window. He would have to climb outside the castle to reach it - ...

As Sir Sheppard held his pants up with one hand, and threatened Old Cyiol with his sword in the other, the man running towards them came closer. It was Old Gorwel, the peasant leader. "My lords, I pray you have not been led astray by this man! Please, sheathe your sword - if he has done any wro...

"Yes you'll need a key, my husband keeps it. Or if you go to the next room along, you might be able to reach my window from it," Lady Rosalynd said.

As the two knights stood, confronting Cyiol, Sir Sheppard saw something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw a man hurrying along the road towards them. As he turned, he suddenly felt a sharp tug around his middle, as if someone was tugging at his belt! The misbegotten things fell down abou...

Old Cyiol looked at the two knights in bewilderment as they bickered, and then yelped as the tip of Sir Sheppard's sword tapped against his throat. He tried to answer, but instead broke out into ugly, snuffling tears. ********** "Sir Owen?" Lady Rosalynd's voice came through the door. &quo...

Sir Owen made his way swiftly through the small keep, doing his best to avoid the guardsmen, who he could hear moving around, looking for him - and they had almost certainly found his trail, for in the condition that he was in it was impossible not to leave brine and blood behind him! The lady, sure...

"Intruder! Intruder in the castle!" the guardsman cried, thrusting forward with his spear. Even weary and wounded, Sir Owen easily avoided the blow, and returned it with twice the force, tearing a bloody furrow upon his foe's arm through the leather of his jerkin. The guard's eyes widened ...

ooc: Sword yes, armour no.
Going to leave the other plot thread for Sir Sheppard to reply to.

The guardsman did not seem to believe the soaking, bleeding, spluttering man who had just climbed through a window! His spear tip did not waver. Talking was no longer an option: now it was fight or flight.

"Eh?" said Cyiol, blinking. "I don't understand. The bandits are in there!" ******* Sir Owen made his way along the rocks. Once he slipped, and fell upon the wet rocks, twisting his leg and staining the rocks with his blood. Staggering upright, the knight saw an open window, with...