Yes.ewancummins wrote:Blood will still have a Krynn tie-in, yes? No?
Dread Elemental Domains
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I am now working the the write up for the Domain of Blood. Will post as soon as it is done.
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I am still here and interested in working on this. The next QtR dead line is September 15th 2011, so we have plenty of time. I am sorry for not posting anything up yet.
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I might as well post what I have made so far for Blood, but it cuts of mid-sentence because I had trouble coming up with a name. 
Dread Elemental Domain of Blood
The Dread Elemental Domain of Blood is a swampy realm filled with noxious gases that rise from the red water. Red Fog can also frequently be seen in the air. Stirges can often be found in swarms, especially around the pools of pure blood that are scattered about the red soil.
The origins of this domain lie on the world of Krynn on the continent of Ansalon. The world had suffered from an event called the Cataclysm in which the gods hurled down a fiery mountain to restore balance to the world. The gods took their Priests with them away from the world and since that time the world has not seen any new Priests. The most profound effect this had on the world was that healing magic was no longer available to mortals. People dying from diseases became far more common than it had before. People did start to become more skilled at mundane methods of healing, but these were nothing compared to the healing power once wielded by the Clerics of the gods.
In the city of Palanthas, about one hundred and fifty years after the Cataclysm there was a young man named Firal who worked as a healer. He was skilled in Herbology and even knew how to perform some surgical procedures. He was well known and well liked throughout the city because of his knowledge of healing procedures. Although he never charged much for his healing services, he still managed to make a comfortable living for himself in Palanthas. He had a friend named Jorah
Dread Elemental Domain of Blood
The Dread Elemental Domain of Blood is a swampy realm filled with noxious gases that rise from the red water. Red Fog can also frequently be seen in the air. Stirges can often be found in swarms, especially around the pools of pure blood that are scattered about the red soil.
The origins of this domain lie on the world of Krynn on the continent of Ansalon. The world had suffered from an event called the Cataclysm in which the gods hurled down a fiery mountain to restore balance to the world. The gods took their Priests with them away from the world and since that time the world has not seen any new Priests. The most profound effect this had on the world was that healing magic was no longer available to mortals. People dying from diseases became far more common than it had before. People did start to become more skilled at mundane methods of healing, but these were nothing compared to the healing power once wielded by the Clerics of the gods.
In the city of Palanthas, about one hundred and fifty years after the Cataclysm there was a young man named Firal who worked as a healer. He was skilled in Herbology and even knew how to perform some surgical procedures. He was well known and well liked throughout the city because of his knowledge of healing procedures. Although he never charged much for his healing services, he still managed to make a comfortable living for himself in Palanthas. He had a friend named Jorah
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How about Jorah for his friend's name?
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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Done.ewancummins wrote:How about Jorah for his friend's name?
Now to finish that sentence.
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Still alive, I hope to finish the Blood domain by tomorrow sometime.
Sorry about the delay.
Sorry about the delay.
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Okay, here is a rough draft.
Dread Elemental Domain of Blood
The Dread Elemental Domain of Blood is a swampy realm filled with noxious gases that rise from the red water. Red Fog can also frequently be seen in the air. Stirges can often be found in swarms, especially around the pools of pure blood that are scattered about the red soil.
The origins of this domain lie on the world of Krynn on the continent of Ansalon. The world had suffered from an event called the Cataclysm in which the gods hurled down a fiery mountain to restore balance to the world. The gods took their Priests with away from the world and since that time the world has not seen any new Priests. The most profound effect this had on the world was that healing magic was no longer available to mortals. People dying from diseases became far more common than it had before. People did start to become more skilled at mundane methods of healing, but these were nothing compared to the healing power once wielded by the Clerics of the gods.
In the city of Palanthas, about one hundred and fifty years after the Cataclysm there was a young man named Firal who worked as a healer. He was skilled in Herbology and even knew how to perform some surgical procedures. He was well known and well liked throughout the city because of his knowledge of healing procedures. Although he never charged much for his healing services, he still managed to make a comfortable living for himself in Palanthas. He had a friend named Jorah who had known since they both were young boys. Jorah was a merchant who mostly sold weapons and armor throughout Ansalon. A profitable business in the post-cataclysmic world of Krynn. As the two of them got older they were not able to spend as much time together as they would have liked due to Jorah’s chosen profession taking him all over Ansalon. Jorah still liked to stop by Palanthas every chance he got to see his friend Firal, however, and it was on one of these visits to Palanthas, after he was coming back from a trip to Nordmaar that he fell ill with some kind of fever. He also felt as if his blood was burning in his veins and arteries. He went to see his friend Firal, certain that his friend could heal his malady. Firal had never seen the sort of illness that plagued his friend before, but he was certain it had something to do with his blood. He thought that if he could replace his friends “bad blood” with healthy blood he would be able to cure him. He ran into the dilemma of where exactly to get this healthy blood, as he certainly could not give his own because he estimated this he would need to drain and replace nearly all of Jorah’s blood. He at first tried to get people to donate small amounts of blood. He would use some medical apparatus that he himself had crafted for the procedure, but he had no luck in convincing anyone to donate any amount of their blood. With Jorah’s condition worsening by the hour, he knew what he had to do.
Firal would take in patients as he normally did, he would take them into his home, where he did all of his work under the pretenses of helping them with whatever was making them ill. He checked to make sure they were not suffering from any thing that might potentially make their blood bad for transfusion, and then he would make them unconscious with a chemical concoction of his. It was easy to do this as he was a trusted man in the city of Palanthas, and so if he thought people needed to be put under for whatever procedure he needed to do, they would believe him. He performed the procedure to drain the blood from several patients, with complete success. He buried the bodies in his garden of medicinal herbs he kept. He stored the blood in sealed metal containers, chilled with ice he purchased at great expense. No one suspected a thing at first. He did get people asking after friends or family members who had come to him. He told them that he had treated them and that they had left and he had no idea where the missing people could be. Everyone who talked to him accepted this at first. He then decided to try and replace Jorah’s bad blood with the healthy blood that he had drained from several of his patients. Using the medical apparatus that he himself had made he slowly drained out his friend blood and began to replace it with the blood from his now dead patients. Jorah was delirious at this point and had no idea what Firal was doing. At first it seemed the process had worked. When he was done Jorah was finally able to talk coherently, and his fever had gone down. About only a day after the procedure had been performed however Jorah’s condition began to worsen again. Firal was convinced that he needed more healthy blood, so he again began to drain the blood from his patients in order to use it to cure Jorah. He did the procedure one ten patients before people began to notice that something was amiss. The news of so many people gone missing when they went to see Firal began to cast suspicion on even Palanthas’s beloved doctor. He soon found the Palanthas City Guard knocking on his door, asking to do a search of his house. He let them in, but they were unable to find the bodies buried in his garden. Firal did the procedure to replace Jorah’s blood again, and with the same results as the previous time he had done them, Jorah recovered for a short while before becoming ill again. Firal was near driven to despair at this point. He thought maybe he should try and gather more blood, but he was uncertain whether repeating the procedure would have any more effect than it had before. He also felt terrible guilt over murdering his patients to help Jorah, but he did not regret his decision. He was trying to fall asleep one night when he heard someone knocking at home’s door. At first he thought it was someone who was desperate to be treated, but when he went downstairs to check he noticed the noise was not coming from the front door, but from the door in the back of the house that leads to the garden. Jorah was still sleeping fitfully in one of the rooms he treated his patients in, so he knew he could not have gotten up and wandered outside. He went and opened up the door to his garden only to be confronted with the horrific sight of his once buried patients all shambling around his garden. They were twisted, rotted, disgusting creatures. One must have bumped against the door. They soon saw him and began to advance on him. Firal only had a mace for protection, so he took it and then barricaded the garden door. He could not run away into the streets, as they would follow and his secret would be found out if anyone recognized their twisted features for one of the missing people. He barricaded himself inside Jorah’s room and waited, trying to figure out what he should do. Soon enough the undead creatures broke though his garden door and began to pound on Jorah’s rooms door. Jorah was sleeping, but not very restfully. He tossed and turned in his sleep and mumbled incomprehensible sounds. Firal grasped his mace, as he knew the undead creatures would soon break through the door and the furniture he had put in front of it. In just a few moments time, they came bursting through the door. Firal began to lay into them with his mace; he managed to kill four of them before the other six overwhelmed him and pulled him to the ground. They began to rip and bite into him. He tried fending them off, but they were too strong for him and he soon had to feel the excruciating pain of being devoured alive. The creatures seemed especially fond of his blood. He lost consciousness when they were devouring him, his only regret that they may began to feast on Jorah when they were done with him.
To Firal’s surprise, he found himself waking in damp soil. He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw red soil with a large marsh in front of him. He also noticed there was a strange red fog in the air. He saw some fat, red, mosquito-like creatures that he had never seen before flying above the red marsh water. He got up and decided to explore his surroundings, perhaps find a way out of this strange swamp, although he knew in his heart there would be no escape for him.
Dread Elemental Domain of Blood
The Dread Elemental Domain of Blood is a swampy realm filled with noxious gases that rise from the red water. Red Fog can also frequently be seen in the air. Stirges can often be found in swarms, especially around the pools of pure blood that are scattered about the red soil.
The origins of this domain lie on the world of Krynn on the continent of Ansalon. The world had suffered from an event called the Cataclysm in which the gods hurled down a fiery mountain to restore balance to the world. The gods took their Priests with away from the world and since that time the world has not seen any new Priests. The most profound effect this had on the world was that healing magic was no longer available to mortals. People dying from diseases became far more common than it had before. People did start to become more skilled at mundane methods of healing, but these were nothing compared to the healing power once wielded by the Clerics of the gods.
In the city of Palanthas, about one hundred and fifty years after the Cataclysm there was a young man named Firal who worked as a healer. He was skilled in Herbology and even knew how to perform some surgical procedures. He was well known and well liked throughout the city because of his knowledge of healing procedures. Although he never charged much for his healing services, he still managed to make a comfortable living for himself in Palanthas. He had a friend named Jorah who had known since they both were young boys. Jorah was a merchant who mostly sold weapons and armor throughout Ansalon. A profitable business in the post-cataclysmic world of Krynn. As the two of them got older they were not able to spend as much time together as they would have liked due to Jorah’s chosen profession taking him all over Ansalon. Jorah still liked to stop by Palanthas every chance he got to see his friend Firal, however, and it was on one of these visits to Palanthas, after he was coming back from a trip to Nordmaar that he fell ill with some kind of fever. He also felt as if his blood was burning in his veins and arteries. He went to see his friend Firal, certain that his friend could heal his malady. Firal had never seen the sort of illness that plagued his friend before, but he was certain it had something to do with his blood. He thought that if he could replace his friends “bad blood” with healthy blood he would be able to cure him. He ran into the dilemma of where exactly to get this healthy blood, as he certainly could not give his own because he estimated this he would need to drain and replace nearly all of Jorah’s blood. He at first tried to get people to donate small amounts of blood. He would use some medical apparatus that he himself had crafted for the procedure, but he had no luck in convincing anyone to donate any amount of their blood. With Jorah’s condition worsening by the hour, he knew what he had to do.
Firal would take in patients as he normally did, he would take them into his home, where he did all of his work under the pretenses of helping them with whatever was making them ill. He checked to make sure they were not suffering from any thing that might potentially make their blood bad for transfusion, and then he would make them unconscious with a chemical concoction of his. It was easy to do this as he was a trusted man in the city of Palanthas, and so if he thought people needed to be put under for whatever procedure he needed to do, they would believe him. He performed the procedure to drain the blood from several patients, with complete success. He buried the bodies in his garden of medicinal herbs he kept. He stored the blood in sealed metal containers, chilled with ice he purchased at great expense. No one suspected a thing at first. He did get people asking after friends or family members who had come to him. He told them that he had treated them and that they had left and he had no idea where the missing people could be. Everyone who talked to him accepted this at first. He then decided to try and replace Jorah’s bad blood with the healthy blood that he had drained from several of his patients. Using the medical apparatus that he himself had made he slowly drained out his friend blood and began to replace it with the blood from his now dead patients. Jorah was delirious at this point and had no idea what Firal was doing. At first it seemed the process had worked. When he was done Jorah was finally able to talk coherently, and his fever had gone down. About only a day after the procedure had been performed however Jorah’s condition began to worsen again. Firal was convinced that he needed more healthy blood, so he again began to drain the blood from his patients in order to use it to cure Jorah. He did the procedure one ten patients before people began to notice that something was amiss. The news of so many people gone missing when they went to see Firal began to cast suspicion on even Palanthas’s beloved doctor. He soon found the Palanthas City Guard knocking on his door, asking to do a search of his house. He let them in, but they were unable to find the bodies buried in his garden. Firal did the procedure to replace Jorah’s blood again, and with the same results as the previous time he had done them, Jorah recovered for a short while before becoming ill again. Firal was near driven to despair at this point. He thought maybe he should try and gather more blood, but he was uncertain whether repeating the procedure would have any more effect than it had before. He also felt terrible guilt over murdering his patients to help Jorah, but he did not regret his decision. He was trying to fall asleep one night when he heard someone knocking at home’s door. At first he thought it was someone who was desperate to be treated, but when he went downstairs to check he noticed the noise was not coming from the front door, but from the door in the back of the house that leads to the garden. Jorah was still sleeping fitfully in one of the rooms he treated his patients in, so he knew he could not have gotten up and wandered outside. He went and opened up the door to his garden only to be confronted with the horrific sight of his once buried patients all shambling around his garden. They were twisted, rotted, disgusting creatures. One must have bumped against the door. They soon saw him and began to advance on him. Firal only had a mace for protection, so he took it and then barricaded the garden door. He could not run away into the streets, as they would follow and his secret would be found out if anyone recognized their twisted features for one of the missing people. He barricaded himself inside Jorah’s room and waited, trying to figure out what he should do. Soon enough the undead creatures broke though his garden door and began to pound on Jorah’s rooms door. Jorah was sleeping, but not very restfully. He tossed and turned in his sleep and mumbled incomprehensible sounds. Firal grasped his mace, as he knew the undead creatures would soon break through the door and the furniture he had put in front of it. In just a few moments time, they came bursting through the door. Firal began to lay into them with his mace; he managed to kill four of them before the other six overwhelmed him and pulled him to the ground. They began to rip and bite into him. He tried fending them off, but they were too strong for him and he soon had to feel the excruciating pain of being devoured alive. The creatures seemed especially fond of his blood. He lost consciousness when they were devouring him, his only regret that they may began to feast on Jorah when they were done with him.
To Firal’s surprise, he found himself waking in damp soil. He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw red soil with a large marsh in front of him. He also noticed there was a strange red fog in the air. He saw some fat, red, mosquito-like creatures that he had never seen before flying above the red marsh water. He got up and decided to explore his surroundings, perhaps find a way out of this strange swamp, although he knew in his heart there would be no escape for him.
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Don't know if you could use this or not, but the '60s-'70s era comic book heroine/sex fantasy Vampirella http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampirellaoriginally comes from a dimension/otherworld/ plane of existance/someplaceorother where blood flowed in rivers and she had no shortage of sustanance. She is pulled from this place to earth and is confronted with the constant moral dillema of the only source of nourishment is in other peoples veins.
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Do us a favor Luv, Stick yer 'ead in a bucket a kick it!
So, gentlemen, that's how it is. Until Grissome.... resurfaces, I'm the acting president, and I say starting with this... anniversary festival, we run this city into the ground! :D
So, gentlemen, that's how it is. Until Grissome.... resurfaces, I'm the acting president, and I say starting with this... anniversary festival, we run this city into the ground! :D
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I am trying to stay away from Vampires for any of the Dread Elemental Domains.
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Here are my ideas for the locations of the remaining domains.
Pyre: Burning forest
Mist: Abandoned City OR Foggy Plain
Positive Energy: Verdant Jungle
Negative Energy: Desert with gray and black soil
Pyre: Burning forest
Mist: Abandoned City OR Foggy Plain
Positive Energy: Verdant Jungle
Negative Energy: Desert with gray and black soil
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Darklords for each remaining domain.
Pyre: Tindertwig
Mist: A Ghost of some sort.
Positive Energy: A Deathless Cleric
Negative Energy: Human Necromancer
The Positive Energy and Negative Energy domains are next to each other and the Deathless Cleric and Human Necromancer are locked in a struggle with the Deathless's lesser Deathless and Mycanid servants fighting the Necromancer's undead.
Pyre: Tindertwig
Mist: A Ghost of some sort.
Positive Energy: A Deathless Cleric
Negative Energy: Human Necromancer
The Positive Energy and Negative Energy domains are next to each other and the Deathless Cleric and Human Necromancer are locked in a struggle with the Deathless's lesser Deathless and Mycanid servants fighting the Necromancer's undead.
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Myconids rule!
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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For Mists, why not a ghost-town on a foggy plain?Galeros wrote:Here are my ideas for the locations of the remaining domains.
Pyre: Burning forest
Mist: Abandoned City OR Foggy Plain
Positive Energy: Verdant Jungle
Negative Energy: Desert with gray and black soil
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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GENIUS!ewancummins wrote:For Mists, why not a ghost-town on a foggy plain?Galeros wrote:Here are my ideas for the locations of the remaining domains.
Pyre: Burning forest
Mist: Abandoned City OR Foggy Plain
Positive Energy: Verdant Jungle
Negative Energy: Desert with gray and black soil