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[TalonisWolf]

  The plot thickens once more, like coagulating blood upon stone...

[Deus Asmoth]

Thane frowned as she watched the dwarf speak. His accent was strange, nothing she had heard before, but she knew the attitude of a noble when she saw one- utterly self assured, polite, and always ready to use violence when politeness was refused.
"We probably don't have anything up to your standards, m'lord," she said. "We could arrange an escort to the mountainhomes for you, there'll be plenty of clothes to suit your tastes there. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to tell us your name and where you're from so our leaders can arrange a proper welcome for you?"

[danmanthedog]

"Who in the great hunters name are you and why are you naked like a newborn pup?" *Enters gnora* "Ah good your here miss gnora look what we caught in the buff."
ninjad

[jrrocks05]

Why are you naked? Why do you have the coffin? How did you get in ? Says Thanatos

[fractalman]

thats right i reap souls in this case it shall be DEMON souls!!!!!!! yeah i love greek mythology did not know about butterflies though............... ok somebody right now find or make pictures of DEMON butterflies!!!

Not mine, but it works.



 Nothing says demonic to a Dwarf Fortress player like a friggin Cat.

it's sooo cyuuuute! *twisted grin*

[jrrocks05]

Exactly somebody must mod in demonic butterfly cats

[fractalman]

a cloaked figure approaches danthedog in an out of the way corridor...(pick a time for this to happen; like after the above conversation is finished.)


"meta-balefire*. Fascinating.  But deadly. I believe I can slow it down, eventually stop it, maybe even reverse some of the damage if you let me. But there is a risk; if I make a mistake, it could wipe you out of history; you'd never have been born, and I alone would remember you. "



It was funny, really. Perhaps what I needed was a scientific** challenge to snap me out of my melancholy.



*meta-balefire: wheel of time's balefire erases objects from recent history, except people still remember them. The Meta means it produces balefire.  Presumably, the amount in danth's system is miniscule, but it wouldn't take much, given enough time.   note: this is only what my CHARACTER thinks it is based upon a brief inspection, but it fits with the "all-consuming-fire" description. 

**as my character is largely "what would I be like if I got stranded in minecraft for a couple milenia or so, etc.", my character is a FIRM believer in clarke's law and its corallary: sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishible from magic, and sufficiently analyzed magic is indistinguishible from technology. 


edit:
Wait a second, wasn't there a problem with the graphics a while back?
Remember how my character was all "for once, it wasn't my fault."

well...
Draw and lightly shade a really tall rectangle. that's danth's timeline.

Draw a bunch of points near the bottom of the rectangle. Attach super tiny arrows pointing at between 45 degrees and 0 degrees.

Erase any parts of the rectangle beneath the arrows.

Now, extend the arrows to the top of the page. if an arrow tip hits within the rectangle, shrink it to twice the original size, erase from within the rectangle.
If it hits the top of the page, however, erase the part of the arrow within the rectangle except for the starting dot...and fill in the rectangle below the erased portions.  But, where the arrow strikes the top of the page, start drawing 100 dashed, red rays in all directions.

The more concentrated the dashed red rays, the worse the damage.


SUMMARY: I WILL CURE DANTH. DOING SO CAUSES THE GRAPHICS GLITCH BACKWARDS IN TIME.

[Gnorm]

Corley looked up at the dwarf that had requested his name. She clearly neither liked nor trusted him, but Corley did not expect as much from any dwarf these days. Being an ancient vampire with a few crimes to his name didn't exactly make Corley many friends, and introducing himself by his true name likely wouldn't go over well.

"My name..." mused Corley thoughtfully. For just a brief moment, an observant dwarf might have observed a twinge of familiarity cross the young intruder's face, as he began to smile in a way that was almost nostalgic. "My name is Joyce."

"Joyce" peered thoughtfully around the chamber. He didn't really know where he was, yet he there was something about it that—aided by his many years of experience—told him that he wasn't in just any fortress. He clicked his tongue lightly as he tried to come up with a good story.

"You see friends, I have been travelling for a while now, trying to find my own way in life. My family-ties have given me a large sum of wealth, so I've been able to travel fairly comfortably. I recently, however, came to rest at a human fortress, intending to stay for a few months. Unfortunately, my modest wealth attracted a heinous thief, who sneaked into my chamber in the dead of the night and made off with this precious family heirloom, containing the remains of my great-grand-father.

"I spent several months tracking down the thief, and I managed to trace him to this fortress. I found out from an interrogation with one of his lackeys that he had sold it to you good people, so I knew that I would have to take it back stealthily. I apologize for this surreptitious behavior, but I was quite desperate at the time. Thus, I tried to move to sarcophagus myself, resulting in the noise that you recently heard.

"I am perfectly willing to repay you whatever the thief may have demanded for this treasure. I'll need to get back to civilization soon, so I'll leave on the next caravan. Until then, I could use a room and a new suit—pig-tail cloth is fine."

Thane eyeballed the young one suspiciously, "That doesn't explain why you aren't wearing any—"

"Don't worry too hard about it Miss Thane," interrupted Gnora, "I think it's just another noble being funny."

Corley raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Right you are, mi'lady."

When the group began to disperse, Corley barely noticed a cloaked figure pass by in the corridor. Just the very presence of him set Corley on-edge. His appearance was different, his voice changed, but his method of speaking was that of the same crazed anomaly that Corley had so resented about four hundred years ago. Corley began to twitch nervously, turning his face away immediately. When he noticed that he was being observed by the others, he attempted to relax slightly, and resumed his noble attitude.

[danmanthedog]

What you mean you can stop it? You mean the fires effects on me *Hack wheeze* so what do i do to stop it?

[fractalman]

"just sit down, and let me work. it's simply a matter of drawing upon saidar from another world, and creating microscopic amounts of, er, a backfire with the flame of tar valon.  Of course, as saidar is not meant to be drawn upon by male minds, I'll have my work cut out for me setting up a double-no, triple buffer, getting the dosage correct, and not "forcing" saidar-it reacts very badly to being forced...oh, dear, I'm rambling, aren't I...just sit down and let me trace some glyphs with my fingers."

i trace about 20 glyphs in the mining dust, pull out the fabled das ebal, and do my best to relax.


2 minutes later, a tiny white flame dances in my hand, occasionally flickering whenever my mind tries to "force" the flows to stay in place.  Oh. yeah. 2 weeks later and I'd probably be getting really sick for a couple days. I suppose I could pass THAT off as a side effect of getting drunk with the scientificially minded drunkard, whatever his name was...

"here, put your hands over this for a few seconds.  I can't cure you all at once, or you could turn into a crystal, but this session will keep you from getting worse."



(a full description of the penalty for abusing saidar: the first time, ther'es roughly 2 weeks between use and symptoms. by the hundredth time or so, the window is a lot less.  10 more uses later, and the symptoms vanish entirely.
Three years after the symptoms vanish, death results. 
Saidin is actually worse, despite being easier simpler to learn to control.  hello even more insanity and horrible rotting disease.)

[danmanthedog]

*sniff* that magic your using its, pure, but at the same time dark. *cough* Well it kinda feels better then before.... I don't think your doing this out of goodness of your heart right?

[MDFification]

Someone just read Wheel of Time. I really hope you don't intend that description of magic to wind up on the wiki.

[Deus Asmoth]

Double post, ignore please.

[Deus Asmoth]

Thane's journal.

I should probably go apologise to Gnora for the way I've been acting. I haven't spoken to her since we met Joyce, but I've been annoyed about how easily she accepted that ridiculous story the coffin thief told us. There were at least six of us there, what was she afraid would happen? Perhaps I'm just on edge. I keep thinking I hear someone behind me, and I'm not sure whether I'm imagining it or not any more. There's something about the name Joyce as well, it's as if I know it from somewhere. It's no excuse for being rude to Gnora, though. I'll say sorry to her tomorrow.

[danmanthedog]

Ohhhh double posts haaa, also i have not read the wheel of time but my brother did.. sorry im not really book reader. Last book was Jam.