<![CDATA[Red Blades of Manderian - All Forums]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/ Thu, 29 Jul 2010 20:42:40 +0100 MyBB <![CDATA[Starcraft 2!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=380 Mon, 26 Jul 2010 20:14:58 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=380
Have any of you bought the game?
:DDD
I'm super excited!]]>
Have any of you bought the game?
:DDD
I'm super excited!]]> <![CDATA[Safari in Kenya]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=379 Mon, 26 Jul 2010 19:33:34 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=379
Seeing as we'd be travelling in an international group, I had this crazy idea to ask if one of you would be interested in a safari around that time? So far, I've got my gf and a mate of mine. With four randoms, unless one/some of you guys join up.

So, anyone that is interested by this? Tongue (Although none of you probably have any money Tongue)]]>
Seeing as we'd be travelling in an international group, I had this crazy idea to ask if one of you would be interested in a safari around that time? So far, I've got my gf and a mate of mine. With four randoms, unless one/some of you guys join up.

So, anyone that is interested by this? Tongue (Although none of you probably have any money Tongue)]]> <![CDATA[Post your desktop!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=378 Sun, 25 Jul 2010 16:19:46 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=378

I'll start out.

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I'll start out.

[Image: backgroundgv.th.jpg]]]> <![CDATA[Atomic war?!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=377 Sat, 24 Jul 2010 15:49:32 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=377 <![CDATA[So here's the deal.]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=376 Sat, 24 Jul 2010 14:36:13 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=376
Finally getting back in touch with the online world.

Alright, so for those who didn't read my post in the absences thread, I was on an Archaeological dig on an Island off the coast of Ireland for the first six weeks of summer. No internet, 'cept in a pub a few miles down the road (which was too slow to send an email, let alone do some forum posting). So I'm back now, but I found out that I failed a couple of exams, which I've got to repeat in late august.

What this means for me is that I'm cutting myself off from the gaming world for a while. I really can't fail these ones in august (If I do, it's the end of my college life, I can't afford to repeat the year). And as all my lecture notes are on my laptop, it's dangerously tempting to fire up a game if I'm getting tired of study.

So I have a favor to ask of everyone. If y'all see me on steam, don't invite me to a game. If my status shows me as already playing a game, send me a message to get the frick off, at least until after august 23rd. Also apologies for my repeated absences this summer, but I just can't commit to any gaming at the moment, there's too little time already.

Also I hope everyone had a great summer so far!

--Knock]]>
Finally getting back in touch with the online world.

Alright, so for those who didn't read my post in the absences thread, I was on an Archaeological dig on an Island off the coast of Ireland for the first six weeks of summer. No internet, 'cept in a pub a few miles down the road (which was too slow to send an email, let alone do some forum posting). So I'm back now, but I found out that I failed a couple of exams, which I've got to repeat in late august.

What this means for me is that I'm cutting myself off from the gaming world for a while. I really can't fail these ones in august (If I do, it's the end of my college life, I can't afford to repeat the year). And as all my lecture notes are on my laptop, it's dangerously tempting to fire up a game if I'm getting tired of study.

So I have a favor to ask of everyone. If y'all see me on steam, don't invite me to a game. If my status shows me as already playing a game, send me a message to get the frick off, at least until after august 23rd. Also apologies for my repeated absences this summer, but I just can't commit to any gaming at the moment, there's too little time already.

Also I hope everyone had a great summer so far!

--Knock]]> <![CDATA[Happy B-Day Jonks!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=374 Fri, 23 Jul 2010 22:43:08 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=374
SW:TOR gave you space combat for a birthday present ^^]]>
SW:TOR gave you space combat for a birthday present ^^]]> <![CDATA[Alien Swarm]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=373 Tue, 20 Jul 2010 14:22:01 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=373
There's only one campaign but they released full tools to make mods and maps for the game as well so you'll probably see more campaigns pop up in future. The game itself started its life as a mod but then Valve hired the developers and made the game a standalone game.

It's great fun for the couple of hours it takes to smash through the campaign with friends. And yeah, it's free.]]>
There's only one campaign but they released full tools to make mods and maps for the game as well so you'll probably see more campaigns pop up in future. The game itself started its life as a mod but then Valve hired the developers and made the game a standalone game.

It's great fun for the couple of hours it takes to smash through the campaign with friends. And yeah, it's free.]]> <![CDATA[[July 2010] Valhalla]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=368 Sat, 17 Jul 2010 22:50:52 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=368

Some place in northern England
793 A.D
December 15th

Mercy wasn't at very high regard. Women were raped; men brutally slaughtered, and from time to time... men were also raped. But in the end, you either died or you were raped and then killed. Or you were raped and thralled. Or, you were molested and thralled. The options were few, and those which were weren't optimal to say the least. Since the big men with long beards had arrived at the northern coast, the english life had been terrible. They had come in big ships, laden with many men. The ships were shaped in forms of dragons and seamonsters; they seemed like a courier with a notice of what their creators came with, a warning of the pending death. The men which the dragon ships carried had long unchecked hair and long beards, blue, ravaging eyes, and powerfull limbs. They carried big axes, and swords of various lengths. They carried massive round shields – paintings of the monsters they arrived in embedded upon them. They were relentless, merciless, and ruthless. Nothing survived which shouldn't survive in their opinion, leaving a coast – and soon a country – ravaged by the fires of war, unpopulated but flies.

”Bjorn!” a small man yelled. He was very small for viking standards; he didn't even have 'big' muscles. He was standing by a big fire, in the midst of a snowy plain. ”Yes?” a bass voice replied. ”Come here, you lump of meat!” the small man grunted. A big man came walking out of a big shrubbery nearby, carrying as many berries as his arms could hold. He had black, unchecked hair and beard, with bushy eyebrows. He was massive, unlike his small friend. They were the perfect counterparts; one was small, very small, and the other was large, unchallenged in size. The big man, Bjorn, looked at the smaller.
”What is it?”
”I saw something move inside the forest before”
”You completely sure?”
”Of course I am completely sure, you bastard!” the small man yelled. Bjorn dropped the berries by the fire and shifted his weight, lending a hand to his axe-shaft. He looked nervously around him. The smaller man picked up his shield, and began walking towards the forest. ”You coming?” he asked with an unpatient tone. Bjorn walked across the fire place and picked up his own shield. He followed. After ten steps or so, Bjorn stopped.
”Kjeld?”
”Yes, Bjorn?”
”What about breakfast? I never got to eat those berries”
”Shut your hungry gap, there is weaklings to be killed – blood to be shed, loot to be taken! This is all more important than you're berries. You can have a good, warm, dish of oatmeal when were done. ” Kjeld shook his head and moved on. ”Come you lazy dump, lets not waste time.”

Howard had spotted them in the distance. A small man and a giant man. Heading towards the forest, heading towards the village, heading towards... heading towards him. And Cathrin. Howard had looked for others, but it seemed that it was only those two. And if it only was, they could wreck enough havoc even though they got killed. The men of the north weren't to be underestimated. Howard had learned that when his wife and three children were killed. Now his life was only worth living because of Cathrin, his cousin. He and she had only barely escaped death, or even worse, inthrallment, when the invaders came to his old village. He had seen it burn in the distance, the fumes of smoke rise to meet God. He tried to examine the pair in the distance. It was hard, as far away as they were. But he had come to agreement with himself that he had seen the outline of a shortbow on the small mans back, along with a shield. He couldn't see if he had any mêlée weapons, but he was absolutely sure that he big man carried a double-headed axe. The biggest one he had ever seen. Howard jumped from his perch in the tree. He ran towards the village, into the forest.

”There, it something moved again!” Kjeld pointed. Bjorn narrowed his eyes, tried to spot the movement Kjeld was so excited about. He couldn't. ”Sorry, mate, but I don't see it” he said, still scanning the area where his mate had pointed. ”I Lokes navn!* Can you even see a pig if it attacks you?!” Kjeld shook his head, and walked on. When they reached the forest edge, Bjorn looked up. ”So, we go into this forest because you think you have spotted something move. Right. It's obvious that something moves when the birds leave their nests. You should be the one drinking from Mímir's Well, not Odin!” Bjorn said. At the same moment, two ravens flew directly over them and over the tree-tops, soon vanished from vision. Kjeld looked up at the big man. ”How dare you question the ways of Odin! He even traded his one eye!” he spitted on Bjorn, which face became a bloody red. ”I haven't questioned Odin, I have questioned you!” he spitted back. Kjeld's face didn't turn red, it turned some sort of bluey-purple. He jumped him. They rolled around on the ground, unarmed and brawling. Their weapons had been discarded a little into the fight; it would be unfair if Bjorn suddenly brought his axe down on Kjeld, and it would do little good if Kjeld should happen to be right. After a small time, Bjorn and Kjeld rose again. The little man's face was clearly battered, with both eyes half-closed and blood coming from his mouth and nose. His hair was bloody. Bjorn though didn't seem to have taken much damage, granted his size. His nose bleed, but it nooses began easily to bleed. A single hit in the face would cause it. To conclude it, and put his victory stamp all over the scene, Bjorn looked up to the sky and raised his axe. ”Thank you Tor, for the might to win this fight! Thank you Odin, for the deception to win this fight! Thank you-” ”Shut up, pig. Lets move on and check what it was moving in there. ” Bjorn's eyes stared raging on Kjeld, as the little, stout man entered the forest. He picked up his bag, and continued after him.
*”I Lokes navn!” translates to ”In the name of Loki!” or ”In Loki's name!”

After having walked in an hour or so, Kjeld looked up at Bjorn from his half-closed, purple eyelids. ”D'you see that?” he pointed. Bjorn could see what meant. A big hole in the ground just fives meters ahead of them, obviously a trap supposed for animals. It had some sort of disguise, but nothing but a few leaves ontop of three wooden branches. ”So you were right after all, hm?” Bjorn said, chuckling. ”Whats so funny?” Kjeld asked, his face a mixture of blood, anger, and wonder in some sort of creepy grimace. ”That, even though I won our fight, you turned out to be right. ” Bjorn stopped to think for a moment. ”Why did I even follow you into the forest? I won!” he exclaimed. ”Yes you won, but you'll lose your life soon if you keep yelling! And, I don't know why you followed. You're dimwitted, thats what you are!” Kjeld concentrated on the path ahead. He drew his bow. ”Now, we'll do it right old style. We move up all close to the wood border, still out of sight. The first group you see – charge. There'll be more than enough loot and women for both of us. Let's go.” Kjeld moved ahead, crouched. Bjorn followed, also in some sort of crouch. But Bjorn crouching didn't make the big difference from Bjorn standing, because his gigantic size made it hard hiding. ”I see a group now,” Bjorn said. Excitement could clearly be traced in his voice. ”Two women, a boy – about fifteen I guess, and a girl about the same age. En meget smuk en af slagsen.* ” Kjeld looked across at Bjorn. ”Pervert... Hammer, Linen, Fire. If I win, I get her. If you win, you get her. ” Bjorn eyed Kjeld suspiciously. ”Alright then. ” Bjorn changed position to face Kjeld, and they began. ”Hammer, Linen, Fire!” they both mumbled. Kjeld won; Linen beats Hammer. Bjorn's face turned into a mishmash of emotions, and he turned around.
*”En meget smuk en af slagsen” translates to ”A very beautiful one of the kind”

Howard looked awkwardly at the two men. The big one said something, and pointed at Cathryn and the group she came with. He said something, and then the little one agreed. Now they seemed to be playing some sort of game, using their hands. It looked like the little one won. Howard smiled for himself. Maybe a little reward would fall his way from the king, because of his bravery in saving a village. He had taken a group of ten men from the village with him, five equipped with bows and five equipped with pitchforks. Howard signalled to the bowmen. He had a bow himself to. He positioned two men with pitchforks on the small mans side of the path, and three men with bows. He then positioned three men with pitchforks on the big mans side of the path, and two men with bows, three including himself. He waited. All ten had hidden very well, now they just waited for the right moment. Howard was sure that they'd break out from cover and try to ambush Cathryns group. And Howard showed right.

Bjorn had decided that if he couldn't get the girl, he'd take the women. They weren't as beautiful as the girl but hey; they were women. He narrowed his eyes, waiting for the right moment. Kjeld signalled. ”På dem!” he called. Bjorn charged, axe overhead. Kjeld merely stood up and put a arrow on his bowstring. Bjorn couldn't have the women.

Howard made the attack signal. All ten men broke cover, the men armed with pitchforks confronting the targets at first. The small mans reaction was funny. He just went nuts, throwing the bow in the ground and them stamping on it. Then he attacked the two men. First, he went crazy all over James, the biggest of the two. After a second or so, they were both on the ground fighting in a big whirl of snow. Sigismund, the other one, put out the little invader by hitting him in the head with the stump end of his weapon.

The bigger mans reaction was more serious, to say the least. Greg, one of the men told to confront him was cleaved in two as soon as the man turned around. Howard had used the wrong strategy. He had thought that the intruders would surrender when they saw the men, but no. They were, afterall, dragon tamers. Phill and Wick had jumped the man, but it didn't help very much, Wick being pulled off a moment later and his head stomped to a bloody mush in the snow. Howard didn't wait any longer. He ordered all the archers to fire on the man, even though they'd hit Phill. This was a win or lose situation, and if they didn't shoot the man now, they'd probably lose. All six archers fired. Four of the arrows hit the man, one missed entirely and hit a tree. The last hit Phill just beside the shoulder blade. Both men to the ground, the snow turning red with blood beneath them. James and Sigismund carried the little man ontop of the big man, and the archers helped carry Phill and Wick.

Kjeld woke up a lot earlier than Bjorn, finding himself in the unlucky situation of being tied up in a little hut. Made of stone, he noted. Unlike home. Beside him, a little fire raged in a fireplace with a connected chimney. Bjorn wasn't visible. Oh damn it. Odin forgive this. Kjeld had told Bjorn to charge, himself and he blissfully unaware of their situation. Hadn't they always learned to always have control of the situation. They hardly had now... And why had Bjorn and him been so unfriendly to eachother? They were best friends and Kjeld had been just about to take a part of Bjorns loot. It was him that began. Kjeld spitted tried moving closer to the fireplace. It was a tad cold, wasn't it?

Howard entered the house. Phill and Wick had died of their wounds. Greg never stood a chance. James had only taken minor wounds, but some of them were so deep they went into the bone. Dragon-men nails were long and sharp, apparently. The big man had somehow survived all four arrows. One had hit in the arm, and one in the leg, granted, but it was still some sort of feat to survive four arrows. Howard looked up. Ah. The little one was awake. He seemed to stare at him. His blue eyes and blond hair and beard seeking him. Seeking his death. Which Howard was sure would come if they'd ever get to come free. He walked across, to the fireplace. He dragged out a chair from a table which stood in the corner. He turned towards the little man. ”What is your name?” he asked.

The door opened. Kjeld stared at the man who came in. He knew this was the man which had caused his and Bjorns capture. He was sure of it. He studied the man, through his half-closed eyelids. He was quite tall, nothing special though. Not very broad shoulders, and black hair. Lack of beard. He didn't seem to have any particular big muscles anywhere, just like one of these people. Without the guts to be able to fit. Kjeld grunted silently. If he just got the slightest chance to beat this motherfucker son of a bitch, he would certainly do it. Revenge for the vanquished; revenge for Bjorn. Bjorn. What had happened to Bjorn? Had he been killed? Had he been captured like himself? It could hardly be worse for the pair of them. Yet Kjeld had thought up a couple of scenarios making it worse. One would be that they were let free and forced to return to Danemark og Norge. There they would be humiliated, and they might as well commit suicide or sacrifice themselves up in Uppsala. Another would be that a bigger group of their mates should come by the place in the same way as them in a coincidence. Driven by lust for women and loot and plunder. They would pillage the place and burn it. Burning Kjeld and Bjorn too, if they were too lazy for searching the stonehouse. Of course Kjeld didn't know how the stonehouse he sat in looked from the outside, but if it looked just a tad wealthier than beggingstyle poor, they'd surely ransack it. But Kjeld had that feeling that it didn't look that tad wealthier than beggingstyle poor. The man walked over beside him and the fireplace. He pulled out a chair. And he asked him something. Kjeld didn't understand. Even though he had been told by varangian Guska to learn the foreigner speak, Kjeld hadn't. He also knew that if he returned to the coast without being able to speak the foreigner speak, Guska would slaughter him and afterwards make a feast to his body. He would toast in Guskas own filthy name and toast to Kjelds death.

The man didn't seem to answer. His face was a grimace of puzzle and uncontrolled anger. ”Do you understand what I say?” Howard asked. The man didn't seem to respond. Howard rose and walked closer to the fireplace. He took a log from a basket beside the fireplace and put it in the fire. The fire hungrily got at it, the outermost layer of bark quickly turning black and soon went into fire. Howard looked up at the man. He had no idea what to do with him – they might as well execute him. And the other big man? Hm. They could execute them together, when he woke up- wait the little man seemed to say something. What was it... ”Tag til Hél og bliv der, træl!*” that made no sense. He was ofcourse speaking in the dragon language. More excuses to execute him.
*”Tag til Hél og bliv der, træl!” translates to ”Go to Hél(hell in the norse mythology, the netherworld) and stay there, thrall!”

Kjeld was outrageous. He couldn't explain why. He just felt like yelling all his curses at the man. He yelled and he yelled, he even yelled that he could go and fuck varangian Guska up his ass and they could have a merry time together. He was just about turning into some sort of svartálfar* by the color and looks of his face. Kjeld moved the chair so much in his anger, that he, and the chair, eventuelly fell. The man laughed. A menaceble laugh. A... if Kjeld should ever get that chance, this man wouldn't live for more than a minute.
*Svartálfar is the darkelves of the norse mythology

Bjorn didn't get medical treatment like those he had molested, battered and smashed. He was left to die or recover naturally; which he did. He woke up three nights after Howards unsuccesfull visit at Kjeld. Bjorn sat up, and looked around. He had no shirt on, and he was freezing. He's left arm and left leg hurt like... like Fenrir was biting his arm of. Suddenly Bjorn felt a greater sympathy for Týr than he had ever had. That must really had hurt. Bjorn swung his cold legs out over the bunk which he had been lying on. The last he remembered was smashing some mans head into a bloody pulp. Hm. He must had been captured afterwards – or been sent to the Great Hall of Valhalla. He looked around him. It wasn't how he had imagined Valhalla, but it still could be. He went over to the door, placed in the opposite side of the room. He pushed it open, and a fresh gust of snow hit his face. He closed the door again. This definately wasn't Valhalla. He looked around for some clothing but he couldn't. If this was the enemy camp, why wasn't he tied up? Bjorn opened the door again. Two big men armed with a pitchfork each began prodding him. Since when had they been there? Confused? Aw! One of the men had opened one of the arrow wounds in Bjorns chest. He grabbed the pitchfork and pushed the man away. ”Back off, træl!” Bjorn looked at the other. They could easily overman him. And better now when the cold wind had been cooling Bjorn more down that he had already been. He wouldn't let them get him so easily. He closed the door and blockaded it. They would have to come to him. And have a hard time doing so. Again, Bjorn looked around. He placed his new weapon up against the wall and looked around. The building was made of wood. The roof was made of hay. Comfertable to a degree, but home would always be better. But this foreign island had been full of loot until now. Bjorn sat on the bed. Should they knock on that door, they'd get a knock back.

Kjeld had been dragged outside on some sort of platform. He was still tied up. Alot of hay had been put ontop of him; partly to keep him warm, partly to place it somewhere. He could see a couple of men, ten or so, move around a house. They were all armed, three of them with torches, the rest with pitchforks. He heard some of them yell. And then it all happened. Kjeld realized what was happening now. They were burning Bjorn. He, in his anger and regretfullness, broke the ties and grabbed the chair. It was going all to fast for the men to register. Before their mind had noticed it, one of the torchbearers was lying down with a chair in his face. And Bjorn, who had heard his friends raging exclamations and various curses stormed out of the burning house and punched the first men he saw directly in the face. He fell like a stone to the ground.

The village now realized what had happened, and all men and older boys took up arms to kill the two unleashed captures. Bjorn and Kjeld stood, back to back, and fought back the peasant horde. Both had taken on quite alot of wounds, and both stood with a half pitchfork in one hand and a whole pitchfork in the other. ”I guess-” Kjeld paused to stab a man coming to close in the eye with his pitchfork. He screamed. ”that this is what Odin and Tor intended for us. We're-” Kjeld paused again, this time taking a hit himself. He grunted his pain, but didn't scream or otherwise show the pain. He chucked the half pitchfork at the attacker and missed, but hit one behind him. He cried in agony. ”finally going to Valhalla, my friend!” Kjeld said. Bjorn smiled at the thought. They were going to Valhalla as they had always wished; glorious deaths in heroic fight. ”Ready?” Kjeld asked, and kicked a man in the groin, making him fall back. ”Absolutely,” Bjorn said. ”FOR ODIN, FOR TOR, FOR ASGARD AND MIDGARD, FOR VALHALLA!” they both yelled. Bjorn cast himself ontop of the crowd, making the five which he landed upon fall under his weight. He punched another two and made a roundhouse kick to anothers face.

Suddenly, Bjorn felt a stinging pain in his neck, and his breath vanish. What, what was this? This... this...this was death. Bjorn had taken a arrow in the neck, the arrow piercing his airways and suffocating him aswell as killing him.

Kjeld had just gone all berserk into the crowd, killing the three most nearby. Then he was outnumbered and put down to the ground. He felt numerous boots hit his head, ribs, and feet. Fists reaching his nose and eyes, his eyebrows nearly gone in blood. He felt that he was forgotting how to feel pain, how sense life. How to breathe. Kjeld's last spirit of life slipped away under the beating.

A warm, cozy wooden building. Unknown date, year, and location.

Kjeld found himself standing besides Bjorn in a big room with two large beds. They both wore no armour or weapons, but a plain linen shirt and leather pants. They had big boots, much alike those they had used back home in Roskilde. They greeted eachother with a hug, like old friends. Their hair and beards were set and combed. The two battlebrothers shined as never before. Bjorn opened the door in the side of the room. They both walked out into a long, hall, warmed by some invisible fireplace. On the walls axes and shields, armours and various war trophies hang for decoration. Doors were placed numourously in the hall, doors alike that which they had exited from. At the end of the hall, a big wooden doubledoor concluded this section. Bjorn opened and they entered a gigantic hall, with a gigantic table in the middle. By the end closest to them, they could see a old man with long grey beard and hair sitting. On his shoulders, two ravens. At his feet, two wolves. He's one eye was covered by an eyepatch, and the other seemed to wink at them. Bjorn and Kjeld smiled back; they both knew who this was instantly. Odin. They looked around at the table. The table was filled with great warriors and men, all in the same dress as them. They sat eating and drinking, having a merry time. A merry time waiting for Ragnarok to come. Bjorn and Kjeld walked down the long table. It didn't seem to end. Neither did the food ontop of it. Bjorn and Kjeld smiled at they found to seats. They both sat. Infront of them, across the table, a man with blond beard and short blond hair sat. Beside him a beautiful lady, one which beauty matched nothing they had seen.
”Welcome to Valhalla, Kjeld Elvsman.” the man said.
”Welcome to Valhalla, Bjorn Erikssón.” the woman said. ”I am Tor, god of lightning and war. ” the man said. ”I am Freja, goddess of fertility, friendship and love. Welcome both of you.” They both smiled, and Kjeld and Bjorn naturally smiled back. All their wishes had finally come true.]]>

Some place in northern England
793 A.D
December 15th

Mercy wasn't at very high regard. Women were raped; men brutally slaughtered, and from time to time... men were also raped. But in the end, you either died or you were raped and then killed. Or you were raped and thralled. Or, you were molested and thralled. The options were few, and those which were weren't optimal to say the least. Since the big men with long beards had arrived at the northern coast, the english life had been terrible. They had come in big ships, laden with many men. The ships were shaped in forms of dragons and seamonsters; they seemed like a courier with a notice of what their creators came with, a warning of the pending death. The men which the dragon ships carried had long unchecked hair and long beards, blue, ravaging eyes, and powerfull limbs. They carried big axes, and swords of various lengths. They carried massive round shields – paintings of the monsters they arrived in embedded upon them. They were relentless, merciless, and ruthless. Nothing survived which shouldn't survive in their opinion, leaving a coast – and soon a country – ravaged by the fires of war, unpopulated but flies.

”Bjorn!” a small man yelled. He was very small for viking standards; he didn't even have 'big' muscles. He was standing by a big fire, in the midst of a snowy plain. ”Yes?” a bass voice replied. ”Come here, you lump of meat!” the small man grunted. A big man came walking out of a big shrubbery nearby, carrying as many berries as his arms could hold. He had black, unchecked hair and beard, with bushy eyebrows. He was massive, unlike his small friend. They were the perfect counterparts; one was small, very small, and the other was large, unchallenged in size. The big man, Bjorn, looked at the smaller.
”What is it?”
”I saw something move inside the forest before”
”You completely sure?”
”Of course I am completely sure, you bastard!” the small man yelled. Bjorn dropped the berries by the fire and shifted his weight, lending a hand to his axe-shaft. He looked nervously around him. The smaller man picked up his shield, and began walking towards the forest. ”You coming?” he asked with an unpatient tone. Bjorn walked across the fire place and picked up his own shield. He followed. After ten steps or so, Bjorn stopped.
”Kjeld?”
”Yes, Bjorn?”
”What about breakfast? I never got to eat those berries”
”Shut your hungry gap, there is weaklings to be killed – blood to be shed, loot to be taken! This is all more important than you're berries. You can have a good, warm, dish of oatmeal when were done. ” Kjeld shook his head and moved on. ”Come you lazy dump, lets not waste time.”

Howard had spotted them in the distance. A small man and a giant man. Heading towards the forest, heading towards the village, heading towards... heading towards him. And Cathrin. Howard had looked for others, but it seemed that it was only those two. And if it only was, they could wreck enough havoc even though they got killed. The men of the north weren't to be underestimated. Howard had learned that when his wife and three children were killed. Now his life was only worth living because of Cathrin, his cousin. He and she had only barely escaped death, or even worse, inthrallment, when the invaders came to his old village. He had seen it burn in the distance, the fumes of smoke rise to meet God. He tried to examine the pair in the distance. It was hard, as far away as they were. But he had come to agreement with himself that he had seen the outline of a shortbow on the small mans back, along with a shield. He couldn't see if he had any mêlée weapons, but he was absolutely sure that he big man carried a double-headed axe. The biggest one he had ever seen. Howard jumped from his perch in the tree. He ran towards the village, into the forest.

”There, it something moved again!” Kjeld pointed. Bjorn narrowed his eyes, tried to spot the movement Kjeld was so excited about. He couldn't. ”Sorry, mate, but I don't see it” he said, still scanning the area where his mate had pointed. ”I Lokes navn!* Can you even see a pig if it attacks you?!” Kjeld shook his head, and walked on. When they reached the forest edge, Bjorn looked up. ”So, we go into this forest because you think you have spotted something move. Right. It's obvious that something moves when the birds leave their nests. You should be the one drinking from Mímir's Well, not Odin!” Bjorn said. At the same moment, two ravens flew directly over them and over the tree-tops, soon vanished from vision. Kjeld looked up at the big man. ”How dare you question the ways of Odin! He even traded his one eye!” he spitted on Bjorn, which face became a bloody red. ”I haven't questioned Odin, I have questioned you!” he spitted back. Kjeld's face didn't turn red, it turned some sort of bluey-purple. He jumped him. They rolled around on the ground, unarmed and brawling. Their weapons had been discarded a little into the fight; it would be unfair if Bjorn suddenly brought his axe down on Kjeld, and it would do little good if Kjeld should happen to be right. After a small time, Bjorn and Kjeld rose again. The little man's face was clearly battered, with both eyes half-closed and blood coming from his mouth and nose. His hair was bloody. Bjorn though didn't seem to have taken much damage, granted his size. His nose bleed, but it nooses began easily to bleed. A single hit in the face would cause it. To conclude it, and put his victory stamp all over the scene, Bjorn looked up to the sky and raised his axe. ”Thank you Tor, for the might to win this fight! Thank you Odin, for the deception to win this fight! Thank you-” ”Shut up, pig. Lets move on and check what it was moving in there. ” Bjorn's eyes stared raging on Kjeld, as the little, stout man entered the forest. He picked up his bag, and continued after him.
*”I Lokes navn!” translates to ”In the name of Loki!” or ”In Loki's name!”

After having walked in an hour or so, Kjeld looked up at Bjorn from his half-closed, purple eyelids. ”D'you see that?” he pointed. Bjorn could see what meant. A big hole in the ground just fives meters ahead of them, obviously a trap supposed for animals. It had some sort of disguise, but nothing but a few leaves ontop of three wooden branches. ”So you were right after all, hm?” Bjorn said, chuckling. ”Whats so funny?” Kjeld asked, his face a mixture of blood, anger, and wonder in some sort of creepy grimace. ”That, even though I won our fight, you turned out to be right. ” Bjorn stopped to think for a moment. ”Why did I even follow you into the forest? I won!” he exclaimed. ”Yes you won, but you'll lose your life soon if you keep yelling! And, I don't know why you followed. You're dimwitted, thats what you are!” Kjeld concentrated on the path ahead. He drew his bow. ”Now, we'll do it right old style. We move up all close to the wood border, still out of sight. The first group you see – charge. There'll be more than enough loot and women for both of us. Let's go.” Kjeld moved ahead, crouched. Bjorn followed, also in some sort of crouch. But Bjorn crouching didn't make the big difference from Bjorn standing, because his gigantic size made it hard hiding. ”I see a group now,” Bjorn said. Excitement could clearly be traced in his voice. ”Two women, a boy – about fifteen I guess, and a girl about the same age. En meget smuk en af slagsen.* ” Kjeld looked across at Bjorn. ”Pervert... Hammer, Linen, Fire. If I win, I get her. If you win, you get her. ” Bjorn eyed Kjeld suspiciously. ”Alright then. ” Bjorn changed position to face Kjeld, and they began. ”Hammer, Linen, Fire!” they both mumbled. Kjeld won; Linen beats Hammer. Bjorn's face turned into a mishmash of emotions, and he turned around.
*”En meget smuk en af slagsen” translates to ”A very beautiful one of the kind”

Howard looked awkwardly at the two men. The big one said something, and pointed at Cathryn and the group she came with. He said something, and then the little one agreed. Now they seemed to be playing some sort of game, using their hands. It looked like the little one won. Howard smiled for himself. Maybe a little reward would fall his way from the king, because of his bravery in saving a village. He had taken a group of ten men from the village with him, five equipped with bows and five equipped with pitchforks. Howard signalled to the bowmen. He had a bow himself to. He positioned two men with pitchforks on the small mans side of the path, and three men with bows. He then positioned three men with pitchforks on the big mans side of the path, and two men with bows, three including himself. He waited. All ten had hidden very well, now they just waited for the right moment. Howard was sure that they'd break out from cover and try to ambush Cathryns group. And Howard showed right.

Bjorn had decided that if he couldn't get the girl, he'd take the women. They weren't as beautiful as the girl but hey; they were women. He narrowed his eyes, waiting for the right moment. Kjeld signalled. ”På dem!” he called. Bjorn charged, axe overhead. Kjeld merely stood up and put a arrow on his bowstring. Bjorn couldn't have the women.

Howard made the attack signal. All ten men broke cover, the men armed with pitchforks confronting the targets at first. The small mans reaction was funny. He just went nuts, throwing the bow in the ground and them stamping on it. Then he attacked the two men. First, he went crazy all over James, the biggest of the two. After a second or so, they were both on the ground fighting in a big whirl of snow. Sigismund, the other one, put out the little invader by hitting him in the head with the stump end of his weapon.

The bigger mans reaction was more serious, to say the least. Greg, one of the men told to confront him was cleaved in two as soon as the man turned around. Howard had used the wrong strategy. He had thought that the intruders would surrender when they saw the men, but no. They were, afterall, dragon tamers. Phill and Wick had jumped the man, but it didn't help very much, Wick being pulled off a moment later and his head stomped to a bloody mush in the snow. Howard didn't wait any longer. He ordered all the archers to fire on the man, even though they'd hit Phill. This was a win or lose situation, and if they didn't shoot the man now, they'd probably lose. All six archers fired. Four of the arrows hit the man, one missed entirely and hit a tree. The last hit Phill just beside the shoulder blade. Both men to the ground, the snow turning red with blood beneath them. James and Sigismund carried the little man ontop of the big man, and the archers helped carry Phill and Wick.

Kjeld woke up a lot earlier than Bjorn, finding himself in the unlucky situation of being tied up in a little hut. Made of stone, he noted. Unlike home. Beside him, a little fire raged in a fireplace with a connected chimney. Bjorn wasn't visible. Oh damn it. Odin forgive this. Kjeld had told Bjorn to charge, himself and he blissfully unaware of their situation. Hadn't they always learned to always have control of the situation. They hardly had now... And why had Bjorn and him been so unfriendly to eachother? They were best friends and Kjeld had been just about to take a part of Bjorns loot. It was him that began. Kjeld spitted tried moving closer to the fireplace. It was a tad cold, wasn't it?

Howard entered the house. Phill and Wick had died of their wounds. Greg never stood a chance. James had only taken minor wounds, but some of them were so deep they went into the bone. Dragon-men nails were long and sharp, apparently. The big man had somehow survived all four arrows. One had hit in the arm, and one in the leg, granted, but it was still some sort of feat to survive four arrows. Howard looked up. Ah. The little one was awake. He seemed to stare at him. His blue eyes and blond hair and beard seeking him. Seeking his death. Which Howard was sure would come if they'd ever get to come free. He walked across, to the fireplace. He dragged out a chair from a table which stood in the corner. He turned towards the little man. ”What is your name?” he asked.

The door opened. Kjeld stared at the man who came in. He knew this was the man which had caused his and Bjorns capture. He was sure of it. He studied the man, through his half-closed eyelids. He was quite tall, nothing special though. Not very broad shoulders, and black hair. Lack of beard. He didn't seem to have any particular big muscles anywhere, just like one of these people. Without the guts to be able to fit. Kjeld grunted silently. If he just got the slightest chance to beat this motherfucker son of a bitch, he would certainly do it. Revenge for the vanquished; revenge for Bjorn. Bjorn. What had happened to Bjorn? Had he been killed? Had he been captured like himself? It could hardly be worse for the pair of them. Yet Kjeld had thought up a couple of scenarios making it worse. One would be that they were let free and forced to return to Danemark og Norge. There they would be humiliated, and they might as well commit suicide or sacrifice themselves up in Uppsala. Another would be that a bigger group of their mates should come by the place in the same way as them in a coincidence. Driven by lust for women and loot and plunder. They would pillage the place and burn it. Burning Kjeld and Bjorn too, if they were too lazy for searching the stonehouse. Of course Kjeld didn't know how the stonehouse he sat in looked from the outside, but if it looked just a tad wealthier than beggingstyle poor, they'd surely ransack it. But Kjeld had that feeling that it didn't look that tad wealthier than beggingstyle poor. The man walked over beside him and the fireplace. He pulled out a chair. And he asked him something. Kjeld didn't understand. Even though he had been told by varangian Guska to learn the foreigner speak, Kjeld hadn't. He also knew that if he returned to the coast without being able to speak the foreigner speak, Guska would slaughter him and afterwards make a feast to his body. He would toast in Guskas own filthy name and toast to Kjelds death.

The man didn't seem to answer. His face was a grimace of puzzle and uncontrolled anger. ”Do you understand what I say?” Howard asked. The man didn't seem to respond. Howard rose and walked closer to the fireplace. He took a log from a basket beside the fireplace and put it in the fire. The fire hungrily got at it, the outermost layer of bark quickly turning black and soon went into fire. Howard looked up at the man. He had no idea what to do with him – they might as well execute him. And the other big man? Hm. They could execute them together, when he woke up- wait the little man seemed to say something. What was it... ”Tag til Hél og bliv der, træl!*” that made no sense. He was ofcourse speaking in the dragon language. More excuses to execute him.
*”Tag til Hél og bliv der, træl!” translates to ”Go to Hél(hell in the norse mythology, the netherworld) and stay there, thrall!”

Kjeld was outrageous. He couldn't explain why. He just felt like yelling all his curses at the man. He yelled and he yelled, he even yelled that he could go and fuck varangian Guska up his ass and they could have a merry time together. He was just about turning into some sort of svartálfar* by the color and looks of his face. Kjeld moved the chair so much in his anger, that he, and the chair, eventuelly fell. The man laughed. A menaceble laugh. A... if Kjeld should ever get that chance, this man wouldn't live for more than a minute.
*Svartálfar is the darkelves of the norse mythology

Bjorn didn't get medical treatment like those he had molested, battered and smashed. He was left to die or recover naturally; which he did. He woke up three nights after Howards unsuccesfull visit at Kjeld. Bjorn sat up, and looked around. He had no shirt on, and he was freezing. He's left arm and left leg hurt like... like Fenrir was biting his arm of. Suddenly Bjorn felt a greater sympathy for Týr than he had ever had. That must really had hurt. Bjorn swung his cold legs out over the bunk which he had been lying on. The last he remembered was smashing some mans head into a bloody pulp. Hm. He must had been captured afterwards – or been sent to the Great Hall of Valhalla. He looked around him. It wasn't how he had imagined Valhalla, but it still could be. He went over to the door, placed in the opposite side of the room. He pushed it open, and a fresh gust of snow hit his face. He closed the door again. This definately wasn't Valhalla. He looked around for some clothing but he couldn't. If this was the enemy camp, why wasn't he tied up? Bjorn opened the door again. Two big men armed with a pitchfork each began prodding him. Since when had they been there? Confused? Aw! One of the men had opened one of the arrow wounds in Bjorns chest. He grabbed the pitchfork and pushed the man away. ”Back off, træl!” Bjorn looked at the other. They could easily overman him. And better now when the cold wind had been cooling Bjorn more down that he had already been. He wouldn't let them get him so easily. He closed the door and blockaded it. They would have to come to him. And have a hard time doing so. Again, Bjorn looked around. He placed his new weapon up against the wall and looked around. The building was made of wood. The roof was made of hay. Comfertable to a degree, but home would always be better. But this foreign island had been full of loot until now. Bjorn sat on the bed. Should they knock on that door, they'd get a knock back.

Kjeld had been dragged outside on some sort of platform. He was still tied up. Alot of hay had been put ontop of him; partly to keep him warm, partly to place it somewhere. He could see a couple of men, ten or so, move around a house. They were all armed, three of them with torches, the rest with pitchforks. He heard some of them yell. And then it all happened. Kjeld realized what was happening now. They were burning Bjorn. He, in his anger and regretfullness, broke the ties and grabbed the chair. It was going all to fast for the men to register. Before their mind had noticed it, one of the torchbearers was lying down with a chair in his face. And Bjorn, who had heard his friends raging exclamations and various curses stormed out of the burning house and punched the first men he saw directly in the face. He fell like a stone to the ground.

The village now realized what had happened, and all men and older boys took up arms to kill the two unleashed captures. Bjorn and Kjeld stood, back to back, and fought back the peasant horde. Both had taken on quite alot of wounds, and both stood with a half pitchfork in one hand and a whole pitchfork in the other. ”I guess-” Kjeld paused to stab a man coming to close in the eye with his pitchfork. He screamed. ”that this is what Odin and Tor intended for us. We're-” Kjeld paused again, this time taking a hit himself. He grunted his pain, but didn't scream or otherwise show the pain. He chucked the half pitchfork at the attacker and missed, but hit one behind him. He cried in agony. ”finally going to Valhalla, my friend!” Kjeld said. Bjorn smiled at the thought. They were going to Valhalla as they had always wished; glorious deaths in heroic fight. ”Ready?” Kjeld asked, and kicked a man in the groin, making him fall back. ”Absolutely,” Bjorn said. ”FOR ODIN, FOR TOR, FOR ASGARD AND MIDGARD, FOR VALHALLA!” they both yelled. Bjorn cast himself ontop of the crowd, making the five which he landed upon fall under his weight. He punched another two and made a roundhouse kick to anothers face.

Suddenly, Bjorn felt a stinging pain in his neck, and his breath vanish. What, what was this? This... this...this was death. Bjorn had taken a arrow in the neck, the arrow piercing his airways and suffocating him aswell as killing him.

Kjeld had just gone all berserk into the crowd, killing the three most nearby. Then he was outnumbered and put down to the ground. He felt numerous boots hit his head, ribs, and feet. Fists reaching his nose and eyes, his eyebrows nearly gone in blood. He felt that he was forgotting how to feel pain, how sense life. How to breathe. Kjeld's last spirit of life slipped away under the beating.

A warm, cozy wooden building. Unknown date, year, and location.

Kjeld found himself standing besides Bjorn in a big room with two large beds. They both wore no armour or weapons, but a plain linen shirt and leather pants. They had big boots, much alike those they had used back home in Roskilde. They greeted eachother with a hug, like old friends. Their hair and beards were set and combed. The two battlebrothers shined as never before. Bjorn opened the door in the side of the room. They both walked out into a long, hall, warmed by some invisible fireplace. On the walls axes and shields, armours and various war trophies hang for decoration. Doors were placed numourously in the hall, doors alike that which they had exited from. At the end of the hall, a big wooden doubledoor concluded this section. Bjorn opened and they entered a gigantic hall, with a gigantic table in the middle. By the end closest to them, they could see a old man with long grey beard and hair sitting. On his shoulders, two ravens. At his feet, two wolves. He's one eye was covered by an eyepatch, and the other seemed to wink at them. Bjorn and Kjeld smiled back; they both knew who this was instantly. Odin. They looked around at the table. The table was filled with great warriors and men, all in the same dress as them. They sat eating and drinking, having a merry time. A merry time waiting for Ragnarok to come. Bjorn and Kjeld walked down the long table. It didn't seem to end. Neither did the food ontop of it. Bjorn and Kjeld smiled at they found to seats. They both sat. Infront of them, across the table, a man with blond beard and short blond hair sat. Beside him a beautiful lady, one which beauty matched nothing they had seen.
”Welcome to Valhalla, Kjeld Elvsman.” the man said.
”Welcome to Valhalla, Bjorn Erikssón.” the woman said. ”I am Tor, god of lightning and war. ” the man said. ”I am Freja, goddess of fertility, friendship and love. Welcome both of you.” They both smiled, and Kjeld and Bjorn naturally smiled back. All their wishes had finally come true.]]> <![CDATA[Black Prophecy F2P]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=367 Sat, 17 Jul 2010 19:10:00 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=367
A few months ago I came across this game called Black Prophecy, I believe I originally found this little gem on the old forums here.
At the time, I believe, this game was, like most other MMO's, going to P2P.

However, rumours and official trailers are raising the suspicion that it is going to be F2P instead.

Now, that rarely bodes too well for an MMO.
But just in case it's going to be a rocker here's a video showing some stuff, but most importantly, states free to play (at the end).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8JSa-N-UbE&]]>
A few months ago I came across this game called Black Prophecy, I believe I originally found this little gem on the old forums here.
At the time, I believe, this game was, like most other MMO's, going to P2P.

However, rumours and official trailers are raising the suspicion that it is going to be F2P instead.

Now, that rarely bodes too well for an MMO.
But just in case it's going to be a rocker here's a video showing some stuff, but most importantly, states free to play (at the end).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8JSa-N-UbE&]]> <![CDATA[Unahim]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=366 Fri, 16 Jul 2010 04:01:15 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=366
Why the fuck aren't you in bed?]]>
Why the fuck aren't you in bed?]]> <![CDATA[Maruk]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=363 Tue, 13 Jul 2010 09:10:20 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=363
Maruk

Race:

Thursar/Khurite first I had a Veela but because of his low strength i made a new character - this one. But if they ever change the veelas strenght or make bow's usable with a low str. lvl i will use my old character again.

Skills:

Archery, Riding, Taming, Woodcutting - the lvls are between 50 and 80 i guess.

Why do you want to join The Red Blades Of Manderian?

Mainly because of your goal - the city. I was looking for a german rp-guild with the same aim's but mosty they are more some sort of PVP guilds.

What will you be bringing to us?

A loyal citizen and in my eyes a good hunter, considering the fact that i havent had the chance for duel between friends to find out my actual skills in comparison with others i can still call myself the best one i know Big Grin.

What do you hope we will do for you?

At the beginning some help in the game because often i've got questions on what are usefull skills or how something works and finding out everything myself is sometimes a hard job.
But mainly it is the rp i'd like to learn. I think it makes the game more intresting and lets you feel the game more like a world than just a virtual playground.

Previous Clans:

none - i'm a beginner

Official Forums account name:

skavaro

Do you have roleplaying experience?

no i havent. But i'd really like to learn. I've already read this guide about rping http://skalbur.de/index.php?page=Custom&pageID=8 (it's from a german guild but i expect the rules are the same whatever language you use) and i guess i understood it in theory.

Where are you localised?

Switzerland

Some information about yourself if you wish.

My hobbies are: the computer (games, programming, pov-ray), books and paragliding
I'm a student.

Age: 20

How active do you intend to be?

I'd describe myself as a casual gamer. If it is raining and i've got no good books around me I've got a lot of time to play. On the other hand if I've got some work to do for my studies i have to cut down my gametime to something around 0 Angry.

Do you have a microphone and access to Ventrilo?

Micro - yes
Ventrilo - no, but i expect it to be something like TS. So i will download it if needed.

Character Background, or details of personality.

On one hand my english is, like some of you (that means everyone) may have noticed, not too good, so dont expect me do deliver a 5 page long great piece of literacy. On the other hand i have to play a bit longer so i can find out what sort of plying style fits best for me. In my eyes there's no point in writing some sort of background or behaviour befor you really know wheater this syle of playing applies to you. It would only result in either a wrong description of the caracter or in a playingstyle i'm forced into i dont like. So i'd like to describe my character later. Now i can only say that i will be some sort of a lonely hunter - thats for sure.]]>
Maruk

Race:

Thursar/Khurite first I had a Veela but because of his low strength i made a new character - this one. But if they ever change the veelas strenght or make bow's usable with a low str. lvl i will use my old character again.

Skills:

Archery, Riding, Taming, Woodcutting - the lvls are between 50 and 80 i guess.

Why do you want to join The Red Blades Of Manderian?

Mainly because of your goal - the city. I was looking for a german rp-guild with the same aim's but mosty they are more some sort of PVP guilds.

What will you be bringing to us?

A loyal citizen and in my eyes a good hunter, considering the fact that i havent had the chance for duel between friends to find out my actual skills in comparison with others i can still call myself the best one i know Big Grin.

What do you hope we will do for you?

At the beginning some help in the game because often i've got questions on what are usefull skills or how something works and finding out everything myself is sometimes a hard job.
But mainly it is the rp i'd like to learn. I think it makes the game more intresting and lets you feel the game more like a world than just a virtual playground.

Previous Clans:

none - i'm a beginner

Official Forums account name:

skavaro

Do you have roleplaying experience?

no i havent. But i'd really like to learn. I've already read this guide about rping http://skalbur.de/index.php?page=Custom&pageID=8 (it's from a german guild but i expect the rules are the same whatever language you use) and i guess i understood it in theory.

Where are you localised?

Switzerland

Some information about yourself if you wish.

My hobbies are: the computer (games, programming, pov-ray), books and paragliding
I'm a student.

Age: 20

How active do you intend to be?

I'd describe myself as a casual gamer. If it is raining and i've got no good books around me I've got a lot of time to play. On the other hand if I've got some work to do for my studies i have to cut down my gametime to something around 0 Angry.

Do you have a microphone and access to Ventrilo?

Micro - yes
Ventrilo - no, but i expect it to be something like TS. So i will download it if needed.

Character Background, or details of personality.

On one hand my english is, like some of you (that means everyone) may have noticed, not too good, so dont expect me do deliver a 5 page long great piece of literacy. On the other hand i have to play a bit longer so i can find out what sort of plying style fits best for me. In my eyes there's no point in writing some sort of background or behaviour befor you really know wheater this syle of playing applies to you. It would only result in either a wrong description of the caracter or in a playingstyle i'm forced into i dont like. So i'd like to describe my character later. Now i can only say that i will be some sort of a lonely hunter - thats for sure.]]> <![CDATA[Age of Chivalry II?]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=361 Thu, 08 Jul 2010 19:42:41 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=361
http://www.chivalrythegame.com/media

Basically, Age of Chivalry II on the Unreal 3 Engine! In other words, not a mod but a stand alone game! Agatha Knights vs Mason Order again, something to keep an eye on!]]>
http://www.chivalrythegame.com/media

Basically, Age of Chivalry II on the Unreal 3 Engine! In other words, not a mod but a stand alone game! Agatha Knights vs Mason Order again, something to keep an eye on!]]> <![CDATA[Dragon age 2!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=360 Thu, 08 Jul 2010 16:06:43 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=360 http://dragonage.bioware.com/da2/]]> http://dragonage.bioware.com/da2/]]> <![CDATA[Happy BIrthday Verret!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=359 Tue, 06 Jul 2010 22:13:42 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=359 ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Hitler on Wolftenstein 3D]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=356 Fri, 02 Jul 2010 22:18:01 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=356 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQdzexzbu...re=related

I lol'd my ass off ^^

Enjoy Big Grin]]> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQdzexzbu...re=related

I lol'd my ass off ^^

Enjoy Big Grin]]> <![CDATA[Mount&Blade: Warband]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=355 Fri, 02 Jul 2010 09:15:48 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=355
You may have heard about it, you may have not. Its a brilliant clan game - if you skimmer their forums and people's respective signatures you will see alot of clan banners. I know Apo has it, and I just go it today. Does anyone else have it? And would anyone be interested in buying it, should it show to be fun ?

EDIT: Something I forgot to mention; its only about 13 euro's on Steam atm.]]>
You may have heard about it, you may have not. Its a brilliant clan game - if you skimmer their forums and people's respective signatures you will see alot of clan banners. I know Apo has it, and I just go it today. Does anyone else have it? And would anyone be interested in buying it, should it show to be fun ?

EDIT: Something I forgot to mention; its only about 13 euro's on Steam atm.]]> <![CDATA[Happy birthday, Grumph!]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=354 Thu, 01 Jul 2010 23:16:01 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=354 ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Civilization IV : Beyond the Sword]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=350 Wed, 30 Jun 2010 18:39:39 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=350 <![CDATA[Rorick BlackCrow app]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=345 Sun, 27 Jun 2010 19:27:44 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=345


Character Name: Rorick BlackCrow

Race: Khurite and Kallard, though this may change depending on Tuesdays patch.


Character Skills: This may change depending on how much improvements there are in archery with Tuesdays patch, but if all goes well I will be an archer.

Why do you want to join The Red Blades Of Manderian?I found your recruitment thread and weighed you against my other choice, and decided that you would be the better clan.


What will you be bringing to us? I’m a team player for one thing. I am extremely dedicated. In combat I am extremely tactical. I also am a pretty good roleplayer.

Why do you think you'll be a great member for us? I believe I would be a great member because I am loyal, love to roleplay, and believe in your idea to make a rp city state.

What do you hope we will do for you? Make your dream come true.(the city)

What sort of experience do you hope to get from us? What do you expect us to do to improve your time in game? I hope to gain a group of friends to roleplay with, to seek adventures with, and make a footprint in MO.

Previous Clans: none that are game related.

What other clans you've been in that are game related? I used to be in a clan called GDF which had 700+ members which I managed as the third highest ranked member. I am an senior officer in a console tactical fps gaming clan called EON, EON is a new version of GDF. I am currently in a clan for SWTOR called Furious Angels.

Official Forums account name: Snogrim

Do you have roleplaying experience?

Yes In every mmorpg that I have ever played I have roleplayed to some extent or another. I also enjoy pen and paper rpgs, specifically WOD.

Where are you localised? Wisconsin, USA

What other hobbies you have and such? paintball, air soft, MAGCC, ATVing, archery.

Age: 17 (I turn 18 in August)


How active do you intend to be? I can probably be on 25+ hours a week.


Do you have a microphone and access to Ventrilo? I have a mic and vent is currently installed on my computer.


Character Background, or details of personality. (Optional but doing so will be looked upon favorably)

(Rorick will either be blind or dumb(mute). If he is mute I will type something like this [sign] before every thing I say IC. I leave which up to you or if you would rather have him be normal that is also understandable and will be accepted.)

Rorick awoke a top a rocky ledge. He pulled himself to a sitting position and leaned back using his hands for support. Rorick felt the rock’s rough grainy texture beneath his callused hands. He reached around in the darkness of night to find his bow and quiver, once found he strapped the quiver to his leg. He opened a pouch that hung from his belt to retrieve his bowstring and strung the bow. Rorick leaned forward and used his left hand to push himself up to his feet still holding his bow in his right hand. He loved the night because of the blanket of silence that came with it. He took a deep breath of clean night air and strutted off in to the woods, his home.

His home brought back memories of his old life. His life in the Black Crow Society, where he grew up and learned how to use the bow. A society of wandering archers who were experts with the bow and fletched each arrow with crow feathers. Now the society that made him give up his last name, the society he was born into was long dead along with his parents. The woods brought back memories of this, some fond others not so much. He could remember emphasis on moving silently. Perhaps that is why he loves the silence of the night.

Now with the him being the last surviving member of the Black Crow Society Rorick decided he would start his life anew. He had heard rumors in his travels of a city state which embodied many of the same belief instilled in him by his teachers and mentors in the Black Crow Society, so he decide he would seek the place out and offer himself to help it grow and develop into something special.


(I will most likely flesh this out after a while but as I don’t know if the patch will make archery viable I didn’t want to write a page for nothing.)]]>


Character Name: Rorick BlackCrow

Race: Khurite and Kallard, though this may change depending on Tuesdays patch.


Character Skills: This may change depending on how much improvements there are in archery with Tuesdays patch, but if all goes well I will be an archer.

Why do you want to join The Red Blades Of Manderian?I found your recruitment thread and weighed you against my other choice, and decided that you would be the better clan.


What will you be bringing to us? I’m a team player for one thing. I am extremely dedicated. In combat I am extremely tactical. I also am a pretty good roleplayer.

Why do you think you'll be a great member for us? I believe I would be a great member because I am loyal, love to roleplay, and believe in your idea to make a rp city state.

What do you hope we will do for you? Make your dream come true.(the city)

What sort of experience do you hope to get from us? What do you expect us to do to improve your time in game? I hope to gain a group of friends to roleplay with, to seek adventures with, and make a footprint in MO.

Previous Clans: none that are game related.

What other clans you've been in that are game related? I used to be in a clan called GDF which had 700+ members which I managed as the third highest ranked member. I am an senior officer in a console tactical fps gaming clan called EON, EON is a new version of GDF. I am currently in a clan for SWTOR called Furious Angels.

Official Forums account name: Snogrim

Do you have roleplaying experience?

Yes In every mmorpg that I have ever played I have roleplayed to some extent or another. I also enjoy pen and paper rpgs, specifically WOD.

Where are you localised? Wisconsin, USA

What other hobbies you have and such? paintball, air soft, MAGCC, ATVing, archery.

Age: 17 (I turn 18 in August)


How active do you intend to be? I can probably be on 25+ hours a week.


Do you have a microphone and access to Ventrilo? I have a mic and vent is currently installed on my computer.


Character Background, or details of personality. (Optional but doing so will be looked upon favorably)

(Rorick will either be blind or dumb(mute). If he is mute I will type something like this [sign] before every thing I say IC. I leave which up to you or if you would rather have him be normal that is also understandable and will be accepted.)

Rorick awoke a top a rocky ledge. He pulled himself to a sitting position and leaned back using his hands for support. Rorick felt the rock’s rough grainy texture beneath his callused hands. He reached around in the darkness of night to find his bow and quiver, once found he strapped the quiver to his leg. He opened a pouch that hung from his belt to retrieve his bowstring and strung the bow. Rorick leaned forward and used his left hand to push himself up to his feet still holding his bow in his right hand. He loved the night because of the blanket of silence that came with it. He took a deep breath of clean night air and strutted off in to the woods, his home.

His home brought back memories of his old life. His life in the Black Crow Society, where he grew up and learned how to use the bow. A society of wandering archers who were experts with the bow and fletched each arrow with crow feathers. Now the society that made him give up his last name, the society he was born into was long dead along with his parents. The woods brought back memories of this, some fond others not so much. He could remember emphasis on moving silently. Perhaps that is why he loves the silence of the night.

Now with the him being the last surviving member of the Black Crow Society Rorick decided he would start his life anew. He had heard rumors in his travels of a city state which embodied many of the same belief instilled in him by his teachers and mentors in the Black Crow Society, so he decide he would seek the place out and offer himself to help it grow and develop into something special.


(I will most likely flesh this out after a while but as I don’t know if the patch will make archery viable I didn’t want to write a page for nothing.)]]> <![CDATA[Vraurk]]> http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=342 Sun, 27 Jun 2010 02:51:18 +0100 http://www.redbladesofmanderian.net/Forum/showthread.php?tid=342
Race: Thursar/Khurite I created him the day of release before shouts of this combination being overpowered.

Character Skills: Vraurk is very proficient in taming, riding, and Archery. He is a fast runner and an able woodcutter.

Why do you want to join The Red Blades Of Manderian? I like the long term goal of the guild in building a RP city but mostly, I like the idea of belonging to a guild centered around RP.

What will you be bringing to us? An eagerness to accomplish the guilds goals and to be part of a team.

Why do you think you'll be a great member for us? From the sound of it I'll fit in great with the guild.

What do you hope we will do for you? I am hoping that the guild will add to my MO experience through collective goals and a more in depth social gameplay.

Previous Clans: I was in an AOC clan awhile ago but I do not remember what guild it was.

Why did you leave that/those clan(s)? I quit the game.

Official Forums account name: Odysseus011

Do you have roleplaying experience? Some, but it has been awhile since I have RP'd.

Roleplaying experience in other games of any kind. AOC, WoW, and pen and paper long ago Smile

Where are you localised? U.S. Central TZ

Some information about yourself if you wish.

Age: 31

How active do you intend to be? This is my primary game at the moment, I canceled my Eve accounts Tongue. I work a normal 40 hour work week so during the day I shouldn't be around. I am an avid gamer and will usually play an hour or two after work and the gym during the week, more time is alloted on the weekends. After the summer my time will most likely increase due to my aversion to cold and ugly weather.

Do you have a microphone and access to Ventrilo? Yes


Character Background, or details of personality. (Optional but doing so will be looked upon favourably)

I have an idea of how I want to play Vraurk but, sadly, I haven't had much time to work on an in depth character background yet.

The general idea is to have him feel as a nomadic outcast due to him being a half-breed. He is untrusting of most and does not enjoy large groups. He does not speak the common language very well due to his lack of formal education and limited social interaction, and because of his inability to form many words correctly because of the limitations of his half-breed anatomy, (still trying to work on half words and such from an RP perspective). He does not follow a "common law", but follows his heart and instincts which guide him on a path of honesty and all around good moral character. Having spent the majority of his life on his own in the wilderness he feels the "need" to protect animals from over hunting. Hopefully in the future SV will implement something to allow me to practice this.

I have many plans for him and will elaborate more on who he is when I get a proper background finished. I am also crossing my fingers that with the next patch archery does not become mainstream. After suffering through it since release I would hate for it to become the new FOTM and have to abandon it.]]>
Race: Thursar/Khurite I created him the day of release before shouts of this combination being overpowered.

Character Skills: Vraurk is very proficient in taming, riding, and Archery. He is a fast runner and an able woodcutter.

Why do you want to join The Red Blades Of Manderian? I like the long term goal of the guild in building a RP city but mostly, I like the idea of belonging to a guild centered around RP.

What will you be bringing to us? An eagerness to accomplish the guilds goals and to be part of a team.

Why do you think you'll be a great member for us? From the sound of it I'll fit in great with the guild.

What do you hope we will do for you? I am hoping that the guild will add to my MO experience through collective goals and a more in depth social gameplay.

Previous Clans: I was in an AOC clan awhile ago but I do not remember what guild it was.

Why did you leave that/those clan(s)? I quit the game.

Official Forums account name: Odysseus011

Do you have roleplaying experience? Some, but it has been awhile since I have RP'd.

Roleplaying experience in other games of any kind. AOC, WoW, and pen and paper long ago Smile

Where are you localised? U.S. Central TZ

Some information about yourself if you wish.

Age: 31

How active do you intend to be? This is my primary game at the moment, I canceled my Eve accounts Tongue. I work a normal 40 hour work week so during the day I shouldn't be around. I am an avid gamer and will usually play an hour or two after work and the gym during the week, more time is alloted on the weekends. After the summer my time will most likely increase due to my aversion to cold and ugly weather.

Do you have a microphone and access to Ventrilo? Yes


Character Background, or details of personality. (Optional but doing so will be looked upon favourably)

I have an idea of how I want to play Vraurk but, sadly, I haven't had much time to work on an in depth character background yet.

The general idea is to have him feel as a nomadic outcast due to him being a half-breed. He is untrusting of most and does not enjoy large groups. He does not speak the common language very well due to his lack of formal education and limited social interaction, and because of his inability to form many words correctly because of the limitations of his half-breed anatomy, (still trying to work on half words and such from an RP perspective). He does not follow a "common law", but follows his heart and instincts which guide him on a path of honesty and all around good moral character. Having spent the majority of his life on his own in the wilderness he feels the "need" to protect animals from over hunting. Hopefully in the future SV will implement something to allow me to practice this.

I have many plans for him and will elaborate more on who he is when I get a proper background finished. I am also crossing my fingers that with the next patch archery does not become mainstream. After suffering through it since release I would hate for it to become the new FOTM and have to abandon it.]]>