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Post by Silentus on Feb 3, 2004 19:33:00 GMT
...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 6, Day 25, Year of the EttinLast night I prayed for I knew it was her. I heard her song in my ears. As I did Jothem and Anah came down to the ruined depths and sought me "Mein, you choose this of your own accord?" I nodded as he continued "Too many walk away from their time in deaths door. Strife dwells between this Goddess and I, expose the hidden truth in this - be what your names means to your people...Segunder..." I found myself in West Styne a womans song in my head. She said meet my servant and hear the news of the d**ned. There I stood and a Banshee cast out her cry upon my old friend. Lichs were cast down to show Jotham's rage at being robbed of his soul and his servant. All West Styne in a panic, I was lead by the song to Castille where I saw all the dead of Cara gathered as one. There in the desert they said to me "save them from blindness" I went back and preached the words of the gods to Farstrider - he struck me down out of rage but Jothem intervened and protected me from him. Then Fal Duer and The Cleric both attacked the undead master. But then again fell under his spell before justice was served. I then completed my words to them; told them of the heavens anger. I was told to leave for my safety's sake. I did as commanded by the song and here we are... The song ended, I wait here for her tune once more. No editing was employed in this transcription. At no point has any content been added or removed from the subjects original text. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler That is really lame, Jotham is a god of good not a two bit hood setting traps in town. If he would use Segunder as some kind of profit it would be a total disappointment. Anah does try to teach people apparantly what the lesson is is lost on me but my god cupcake would make a better representative for both so please find a different religion Hanah and I have tried to make those two respectable. Sniven -- This post looked inappropriate in the 'Fredian Stories - IC' forum as a character may tell any story they wish of themsleves, correct or not. Please continue this thread here. Silentus |
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Post by addicted2rpg on Feb 4, 2004 1:06:30 GMT
Jotham was one of my funnest deities to write.
He essentially is a good deity, he just believes that evil people can't see the good through common persuasions, and that tools like patience and love will not persuade them. He does know that evil people are very familiar with things like pain, death, and suffering. Through communicating on the only channels they understand, he uses raw force to make his purposes known, but applies that force only at times to bring about the greater good of all. The true Jotham follower wants only but good and peace as an end result, and is less touchy about temporary or intermediary results, <B>but not that he doesn't care</B>. Those who believe violence itself is inherently an evil thing, classify Jotham as evil as well, for in their view no good can ever come out of violence, regardless of its purpose.
A classic example might be, "Don't kill the halfling, because if you do, you will be in for a world of hurt", with the original intent being to defend the life of an innocent.
As a passing comment, things like "pain, death, and suffering" are rather ephemerol on a respawnable server computer game system like NWN, and therefore Jothamers might find people not taking them seriously. It is critical for a Jotham follower to RP with people who at least attempt to feign a mild fear of death. It is very easy for a PK'r to take advantage of a Jothamer's RP model to goad him/her into a fight.
I'm not actually responding to story in question as I did not read the whole thing in context. Just a passing comment.
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Post by MysaidesCaldier on Feb 4, 2004 16:49:34 GMT
((Caldier stands before travelers of Fredian with outstretched hands and says in loud voice)) LET US NOW PRAISE MAKZ... O-O-H MAKZ...O-O-H you ah so BIG... So AB-so-LUTely HUGE... GOSH! We're all really impressed down here, I can tell you... Forgive us this day our dreadful toadying... ((chorus)) ...and flattery... But you're so STRONG and, well, so SUPAH... ((chorus)) ...fantastic. Now...some 1st levels have been found rubbing linseed oil into the throne at Stynne Castle. May I remind you, that that chair was given to us by King Wend, in remebrance of those who strive to keep Fredian Frosted.  |
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Post by Makzimia on Feb 4, 2004 16:51:48 GMT
ROFLMAO... too funny... Mysaides... but all grovelling greatly accepted  Makz. |
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Post by Norah on Feb 4, 2004 18:45:58 GMT
Alright, I gotta say, well-played Caldier ;D You don't want to get me started placing Fredian's residents into cinematic voice-overs, though. As much as the Mein family has both impressed and entertained me for months with their turbulent fantaticism and instigation, I cannot resist inviting Fredian to hide a smile at the thought of the whole Farstrider/Mein/Dedraluin conflict being compared (with some, but little, contrast) to Ron Howard's colorful portrayal of "The Grinch", starring, of course, the irrepressible Jim Carrey as Mysaides (the Grinch) Mein, who stands on the top of Mount Alverae and, holding a census (probably given to him by Silentus), bellows his antipathy for his enemies one by one, in alphabetical order I do not insult, but tease Sniven with the implication that Gierdo "Frost" Farstrider could be aptly represented by the Mayor of Whoville, who is and has been, ever since his youth, highly respected, well-liked and eventually voted into office. He is impressive in stature, well-dressed and important (if a bit egocentric) and completely unwilling to see his own involvement in the Grinch's self-imposed exile which WE know, though many in the film do not, came about because of a love interest that they both shared and little more, except for a bit of bullying which is to be expected amongst little boys. I need not fear aziesal's rancor by comparing Hanah (Dedraluin) Farstrider to the vain, bos-omy, and exceptionally desirable Martha May Who, who, while being torn between the two competitors, is aroused and attracted to the Grinch's strength, attitude and startling skin-color and, while never ceasing to pursue her relationship with the young mayor-to-be for her own reasons, weeps very sincerely for the Grinch and is never quite able to expel her love for him from her heart. I find this parody to be quite amusing and it is only the impression that you, Sniven and aziesal have made upon me that prompts me to reveal this to you. Truth be told, perhaps one of the greatest barricades we have against the sting of human (or elven, or dwarven, etc.) misunderstanding and distrust is the ability to laugh at our own idiotic tendencies, and I believe, if I know you the way I hope I have come to know you, that you possess this ability, as is evidenced by your aforementioned Monty Python quote in which Mysaides does what he seems to do best: praise the gods while, at the same time and by nature of the verbage, incite them to anger Well, Caldier, I have implied that you are green, hairy, bitter and anti-social, so, in return and in proper good form, I must offer this picture of Norah to tickle your funny bone. As much as I write Norah to be wise and diplomatic, I suppose I really want to believe she is Lara Croft, the undefeatable Bondette, Indiana Jane wanna-be with a British accent in a silver bodysuit and a brace of automatic pistols for which the ammo is never exhausted, beating off her enemies in a series of well-choreographed scenes, all while smiling coyly and flashing a well-toned thigh and more-than-ample bosom. Perhaps it is my mown insecurity that causes me to offer her as a millionaire many times over who's breasts enter the room before she does, a drinker, a poet and a warrior all rolled into one delightfully unlrealistic vision of myself as a blue-haired, blue-skinned beauty with rippling abs, well-defined biceps, desired by men of great presence and respected by women of great stature, reclining comfortably on a couch in a home that is firelit and warm, wrapped in fur, sipping caramel liquor and listening to the stories of others far braver than I could ever hope to be Or perhaps it is my right as a traveler here. As it is your right to play the Meins until the stars fall and it is others' right to oppose you every step of the way  Such is life, and so we shall bend to it as it meets us. You are a fine man, Mysaides Caldier, and as turbulent as your Mein family has become (sheesh, always has been ) and however much they suffer for their wild and untamed attitude, you are woven of the stuff that makes men who and what they are. You are a lover, a fighter and a marvelous player, regardless of alignments and fueds, and I applaud you ;D |
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Post by Preedy1978 on Feb 4, 2004 23:48:24 GMT
ROFLMAO....any time you and Norah want another drinking session.....:-)
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Post by Norah on Feb 5, 2004 4:57:41 GMT
Oh, I got a special bottle set aside just for us ;D
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Post by MitzaVolchenko on Feb 7, 2004 9:27:02 GMT
Ahem! First, I actively disbelieve the existence of that horrid live-action adaptation of a magnificent cartoon. Jim has nothing on Boris! Second, I think the first drinking session got you into enough trouble, heyla? Third, if anyone would like to buy a beard for Mysaides' second execution feel free to see me, all colors and styles available Finally, anyone that takes me too seriously has issues...I don't take myself seriously most of the time. |
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Post by Preedy1978 on Feb 7, 2004 11:39:54 GMT
Aww...Mala dont get drunk though! Ermm...Karl might not be drinking for a while...more like drooling lol |
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Post by Norah on Feb 7, 2004 23:09:17 GMT
LOL - good show, Mala, all points duly noted Need explanation on beard, though, respond soon ;D |
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Such is life, and so we shall bend to it as it meets us. You are a fine man, Mysaides Caldier, and as turbulent as your Mein family has become (sheesh, always has been 
