Lore from an ancient city

[Diddlez]

fat fucking fatfuck (lets try to stay on topic here)

[N9ne]

fat fucking fatfuck (lets try to stay on topic here)

Hes just mad cause he lacks intelligence, and cannot make a animated avatar such as himself sucking cock. <3 keenan though.

[MasterOfPuppets]

hihi
Link to Alpha map #1 - Here.

[MasterOfPuppets]

I'm not sure why I did the photoshop thing to the map and make it black, better to see the lack of detail I guess .

Anyways, it's hard creating "good" lore for a game, as I am a very creative person that has immersed myself in many Fantasy books / games it might come easier but I like to write stuff that will interest people etc.

Just a little clip... Will also convert it to HTML soonish so it looks better but for now it's plain .txt
The Fall of Lazirys

[Boombostik]

made a slight modification to your first map. the shower should have some balls.

[keenan]

Mop sir when this is completed what are you going to do with it?

[MasterOfPuppets]

When it's completed It will be several-hundred pages long and part of a design document for a game, which I will take it to MMO publishers and try to get funding to start creating it.
Right now it's just a hobby though

The seven shards of the amulet of torpor were given to each of the tribal leaders, so when the game starts, these will be high-level raid bosses (most likely ghosts or one of their grand-children) and will have to be killed to get a shard, which will then be used as a key to enter Lazirys' stronghold. He will have seven guardians that are spirit essence's of the original tribal chiefs and must be destroyed before you reach Lazirys. These guardians will have spawntimes, but once Lazirys is awakened from his suspended animation, he may only be killed once and after he is awakened the spawncycle on his guardians is blocked as well. So basically once everything in the stronghold is dead, it will be empty. Later, over 500 years of Lazirys' death, the Avatar of Time, (God of Time's incarnation on the mortal plane) rewinds Lazirys' death and resurrects him. For reasons unknown...

[chinar]

I know its just a hobby mop, but you should find an artist who can draw up concepts for you.

[MasterOfPuppets]

I just wrote this piece tonight. It describes Aeryn'Dar, descendant of the dragon-god Renara'Dar, and Slixikor the Conqueror, a former commander of the Empire of Ikkorin until corruption took hold of it's inner council's and had him forcefully resign his position.

During Slixikor's reign as a commander, he was in-charge of ruling certain parts of Ikkorin, one part he controlled was the Rift Broodlands. Here in the Rift Broodlands was a portal to the Plane of Hate, an alternate plane of existance in where the God of Hate (Renara'Dar) made his home. Renara'Dar laid an egg in the Rift Broodlands early in the life of Theria, that egg was hatched and named Aeryn'Dar. Weeks later Slixikors troops scorched through the land and slayed Aeryn'Dars guardians while AD was hidden in a magical lamp. Aeryn'Dar looked upon his brethren as fellow brothers and sisters so this was very much a tragedy to him. That moment he sought revenge on Slixikor and would not die until his claw had met his throat.

You know what, fuck you guys, here's the lore:

Treading through the dark forest, Aeryn'Dars footsteps leave trails of

flame and scorch the land they touch. A deep and disgusted look hovers over

Aeryn'Dars face as he looks back upon the destruction Slixikor the

Conqueror laid upon his homeland nearly a millenia ago. His broad black

wings and crystalline red scales gleamed in the soured sunlight that was

let through the upper layers of the jungle, his fiery eyes blazed with the

thought of revenge. Aeryn'Dar had waited his entire life for this moment.

The frontside of the castle ruins lay in Aeryn's sight, he increased his

pace as if the sweet taste of Slixikor's blood dripping in his mouth was

already happening. He knew that it was not though but he did not have to

wait he thought to himself.



In the throne room Slixikor's advisors prepared for battle. Slixikor, after

having a brief moment of deep though, motioned his hand toward the

advisor's. "I will fight this foul dragon myself, and finish the task I

should have ended a long time ago." "Yes Lord Slixikor," his lead advisor

said, and the committee dissappeared into the surrounding rooms. Slixikor

stepped back and sat in his throne for a moment. He held his hand out and

in a magical haze a staff appeared in his hands. It was a great shard from

Phara'Dars horn, marked with ornate runewords and sculpted a great

enchanted fire essence ruby at the top. It was created for only the most

powerful wizard in the world of Theria to equip. Slixikor heard minor

rumbles, but they felt like they were getting closer. Slixikor ran to the

front gate and saw Aeryn'Dar in the distance, making his way to the castle.

This was it. Slixikor knew what he had to do and what would happen if he

didn't succeed in slaying Aeryn'Dar. It was a penalty he couldn't risk. The

entire world of Theria depended on Slixikor now, and no one but Slixikor

and Aeryn'Dar knew it.



Aeryn'Dar stopped about 60ft from the bridge and blew a mist of lava onto

the surrounding land and trees, immediately turning them into a crisp of

smolders. Slixikor came gliding out of his castle and stopped at the

bridge. The two stared directly at each other knowing what kind of hell

they were about to unleash to determine a victor. Aeryn's wings flew back

and he roared in the air. Slixikor threw his right arm back with wand in

hand and shouted as a raid of Ice comets stirred up in the sky...

The battle begins.

[keenan]

*edit* cbf drunken post