Ex_Libris

Amazing post, and infinatly useful to me now that i've become disatisfied with the way my rad/rad was turning out(along with a few choices i made buildwise). So I rerolled as a /dark and checked the forums to help with a few dark choices. This is EXACTLY what I was looking for.

Addler - Rad/Drk in training

That saving peds is boring.

Thanks to Mister B for hosting my file!

He put sod 3.0 up on his site at:

Gnarly's SoD Binds 3.0

I will keep my webpage in the same place as before, but it now links to the site above for serving the actual 1.2 meg file. Since that is the big file that's causing me to exceed my bandwidth limit, I should not have this problem any more.

The email I received from my website said it would not serve my webpage until the 1st of next month, but I just went there without any problems. If you do have problems though, you can get to the file directly from the link above, at least until the first of the month. Most of what is on the webpage is also in the readme.doc file, so missing the webpage is no great loss. People that have my webpage bookmarked, or who use my Sig without reading this message, may have problems until the first of the month.

Thanks again to Mister B, and Good Flying to you all!

Gnarly

The fires of hell burn through my very soul. They consume me yet give me life. They drive me to the very brink of madness and elation each and every day. This was my life before that day.
Once, in the distance past but as recent as yesterday, I can not tell which, something happened to change who I am. I remember waking up in a room in the sewers of Paragon City. I could not move. I was angered for having my eternal torment/reward removed and being brought forth into the material world. As I looked around, I could see many robed figures chanting in a low monotone. With every change in the pace and tone my movements and thoughts would change. It was with this that I realized they were the ones who brought me forth. Anger began to boil inside of me.
My anger blossomed into full blown rage. As I begun to lunge for the closest robed figure I felt shackles tighten against every part of my body. I could not move. My rage turned into madness. It began to consume me. I brought forth the fires of hell that were at my command, only they burned me and not those I wished to suffer. For an eternity this went on. My soul ached for freedom from this prison. My madness slowly burned itself into the deepest parts of my being. I regained control of my feelings.

It was then I noticed a naked figure trembling in the far side of the cavern. It was a young female. She had long blonde hair, and plump curves. The site of her made me hunger. It had been a long time since I had feasted on the flesh of a virgin.

Putting the images of my surrounding together, I knew these robed figures wanted something from me. I did not know what at this time, but knew it would be coming soon. Looking at the naked figure shivering in the background, I did not care whet they would ask as long I could feast.

A figure that was shorter then the rest but dressed more elegantly began to speak to me. He asked many questions and gave instructions. I answered and obeyed all the time drooling over the flesh that would be mine to consume.

When the man waved the girl forward, she was pushed from behind by more of these mysterious robed figures. Soon she was face to face with me. I could feel her fear and it began to make me quiver in anticipation. I looked upon her naked body and saw her sweating and trembling in fear.

The two figures behind her pushed her forward. I saw her take a step over a pentagram in the floor yelling at her not to mess the intricately drawn symbols. It took all of my control not to bite her head off as soon as she stepped into my reach, but I wanted to savor this. Nothing had been as pleasurable as the smell coming from her. Tears began to stream down her face. I leaned closer and licked them off with my forked tongue. I have never tasted anything so sweet.

As she began to yell in terror, I let my hunger go. I pounced forward on top of her. My mouth licking and biting at her head. My forked tail, with a mind of its own, began to stab and prod her. She fell backwards when my weight hit her. She scrambled from underneath me only to be grabbed by my claws. Soon the two of us were covered in her blood. I finally opened my mouth and devoured her head in one giant bite. Her skull snapped under the pressure of my teeth. Her brain tissue was salty and mushy.. Her eyes went blank and she died.

As I swallowed the remnants of her head, something changed. I continued to eat but I was no longer enjoying the havoc or blood shed. It was no longer consumption for enjoyment; I began to eat as if I was filling in missing pieces. My head began to ache. A pulsing sensation soon filled my ears. It was then I passed out.

After a few seconds I awoke but my perspective had changed. No longer did I see the world with hatred alone. There was a second conscious inside my head making me see the world as an innocent does. My eyes darted around the room in fear. My mind begun to propel every mental attack against this new being inside of me but nothing would drive it from my head. My anger which I had suppressed before now flew from within its walls. I unleashed this anger at everything around me and inside of me that was not part of me. I called forth bolts of fire that set everything it touched ablaze. I sent balls of fire spreading around the room igniting all in its path. Fire spewed from my mouth consuming wood, cloth and flesh as fuel.

Soon the room was filled with smoke and the stench of burning flesh. It was only then that I realized the pentagram that had bound me had been damaged in my feast. I was free. I was under my own control and power...except for that consciousness inside of me forcing me to see things differently.

I looked again at the room. I noticed that all of the robed figures were lying scattered about. Some of them still burned with the fires of hell. Others were not even recognizable as human since half of their bodies lay burned to ash.

I left that cavern and emerged into daylight. I did not recognize where I was, but my other conscious told me I was in Paragon City.

I saw human flesh all around me and my hunger burned. I also burned for seeking more of those who had called me forth. I knew there were more because the robed ones told me so before they fed me.

As I began to approach the first human, my alternate self took control of me and forbad me from feeding my hunger on that one. Instead she guided me around the corner where a man in a red bandana attacked an old woman. He was trying to steal her purse. My body slowly came under my control again. I unleashed my fries and burned the Hellion with my fires but could not touch the old woman. As she ran away from the seen, I consumed the Hellion to feed my hunger.

The next few days were an eternity as my two halves fought for control of my corporeal body. Finally an understanding was struck between them. I could feed my hunger on human flesh, but only on those that deserved to die. Also together my two halves would seek revenge on those that started this process and to find a solution to separate them.


CHAPTER 2

After wandering the streets for many days, struggling to come to terms with my new identities, my two halves struck an agreement. The results of that agreement were my powers could only be used to fight evil and to seek revenge on the Circle of Thorns. In return I could unleash my power as I saw fit when fighting the evil with no hindrance by my “good” side.

On day a flyer caught my eye. It advertised for Paragon City Super Hero Task Force. It was calling for anyone who had any extraordinary skills to step up and join the fight to free Paragon City from the clutches of evil.

I looked long and hard at that poster. Something in the background had riveted my attention. For there, in the background, stood a cloaked figure fighting a hero. There was a familiar look about that figure. The longer I stood and stared at the sign the more I could feel my anger boiling inside. That figure was a Circle of Thorns.

I tore that flyer off the lamp post, hoped on the train to Atlas Park. . As I passed under the gigantic statue of Atlas, my other conscious gave an audible sigh. She felt safe and protected here. I marched up the stairs to city hall. Many of the heroes on the stairs waiting for assignments looked at me through wondering eyes. I had the look of something they should be fighting, yet I made no move to fight them. I heard many gripes under their breathe about hell spawn not being wanted here. Despite their mumblings I continued up the stairs

I opened the front door to City Hall. In the entrance stood an information booth. A young well dressed man in a blue police uniform was there. As I approached I could feel his fear begin to rise. His skin paled when he saw that he was my target. When I opened my mouth to ask him where the M.A.G.I. room was he pointed down the east hall. As I walked away I could see that he looked down at the puddle that had gathered between his legs. I knew that he would not leave his post for quite awhile.

As I walked in to the room labeled M.A.G.I., I noticed many strange artifacts on the walls. Some looked brand new, others from a different planet and others I recognized from the days when Magic ran rampart upon the earth. An Indian woman stood in the middle of the room, looking at a chart. As I approached she looked me in the eye without fear. “Ahhh, Flaming Balrog. It is good to meet you finally.”

“How do you know me?”

“Forgive me; I forgot you are new to this area. My name is Azuria. I am the liaison for heroes with magic based powers. I had heard rumors of a mysterious Devil creature roaming the streets targeting Hellions. There is also a rumor that that Devil creature consumes his prey, both figuratively with fire and literally. They have named you Flaming Balrog.” Her tone echoed contempt.

“Flaming Balrog! Hmph, If only I were as powerful as a true Balrog, I would not be here right now. I would be back in the planes of Hell, where I belong.”

“That may be true,” she said with a reproachful tone. “But you are here now, and I presume for a reason.”

“Yes, I am.” As I explained all that I knew as to what had happened to me from the moment I arrived on this plane to now, I could see she was taking it all in and processing the information. “I seek revenge on the Circle of Thorns for what they have done to both aspects of me. The ad for the Paragon City Super Hero Task Force has a Circle member in the background, and I figured you could help me exact that revenge.”

“We are not in the business of helping people get revenge on someone whom they think wronged them. If that is your only purpose then I will not aid you.” She said as she turned her back

“That is not my only purpose, I also wish to find a solution and a way to split my two halves back into their original selves.” I was beginning to feel my anger boil inside, pushing its way out in the form of a blast of hell’s fire. As I began to unleash my power, it stopped faster then it had started.

“Your powers will not work in this building, and if you attempt again to use them on me or anyone who works for me, you will wish that the Circle had destroyed you. I know you are powerful and have great potential, but for now you are a peon. I will accept you to our task force, on one condition.”

With rage burning inside me, I was barely able to answer, “What condition?”

“You will not eat your arrests. They are to be brought to the police so that we may question them and put them through the justice system. You are no longer the Police, Judge and jury!” she exclaimed.

“But how will I control my anger and hunger for flesh?”

“You may use your powers over fire as you see fit. That is how you will control yourself. You will release yourself through your powers. Your anger and hunger will intensify your control over fire. You will learn to control anger and hunger and use it to fight those you wish to see brought down. If you cannot handle this then be gone from my sight. But understand, if you leave this room and use your powers to destroy, I will hunt you down personally. That is something I think you do not want to see.”

With that statement, my two personalities began their fight anew. I stood motionless as both sides fought for control. In the end, the reasoning of my ‘human’ side won out. “I agree! I will abide by your rules. All I ask is that you help my find a way to return to myself.”

“I am glad we understand each other. I will help you. Now for your first assignment, I need you to round up a small group of Hellions. I want to see if we can make them talk about one of there hideouts. They seem to be involved in a new street drug called Superdine. This drug is having a strange effect on those who use it. With your help I am hoping that we can stop its manufacture and end its sale on the streets.”

CHAPTER 3

As I left City Hall, my mind wandered over the conversation I had just had with Azuria. With so many superheroes in this town, how did she connect these rumors to me? Why would she not help me right off the bat to return to my original selves if she did not trust me?

I walked down the stairs of City Hall. I saw a group of superheroes around a smallish female figure. She was dressed in a red, white and blue dress. I overheard one of those around her call her Lady Liberty. I watched as this group talked to her, asking her advice and receiving instruction from her. I slowly approached her and asked “What do I need to do?”

“Well, Flaming Balrog, first you must finish the mission the Azuria has just given you. Then when you think that you need to have instruction in controlling that power that lies within you come see me and I will help. Also for now let me open your mind to show you another use you can use to control fire. This will allow you more options in your fight. Now go. You will know when to return to me.”

As I walked away, a man dressed in a green army flack vest, carrying a large m-50 machine gun approached. He looked scared yet determined to prove himself. He also looked reckless. “Hey!” he shouted at me. “Want to team up? I think if we work together we can help each other. Whatcha think?”

When I turned and looked at him, my eyes burning into his soul, his knees started to visibly shake. “I am better off working alone at this point” The words coming out as a growl from deep within me.

“Fine by me” he shouted as he turned and ran in the opposite direction.

I walked out into the street. The lone car swerved toward me but at the last minute returned to its lane, barely avoiding colliding with me. I wandered the streets my mind in turmoil about my dilemma. From a dark alley way I heard a voice. It was barely audible but I could tell it was about drugs. I poked my head in to that alley. Ahead of me stood 3 men all dressed alike. They wore blue jeans, white t-shirts and red bandanas.

“Come on and try it, you will like they way this stuff makes you feel. Once it reaches your mind you are invincible!”

“Ok if you say so. Are you sure the boss is not going to get mad that we are sampling the product?”

“Of course not. He wants us to use it so we can fight off those dolts in capes that seem to be growing in number everyday. He knows that pretty soon there is going to be a full blown war between the sups and us.”

“Man I hope one of those capes walks by here now, so that I can show him that he is nothing.”

On hearing that, my tail began to sway. I jumped out in the open exclaiming “Well your wish has just come true! Feel the Wrath of Hell boys!” I unleashed a burst of fire from my fingertips setting the closest hoodlum ablaze.

The three thugs began to run toward me. I encased one of them in a ring of fire that prevented him from getting any closer. I then unleashed a series of small burning darts that flew outwards towards the thug that was already on fire. He collapsed in a heap. The only free thug swung a bat at me, clipping my leg but doing very little real damage. I turned on him and threw a haymaker punch that connected squarely with his jaw. He stumbled back a step. This gave me just enough of an opening to shoot a bolt of flame at him.

By this time the gangster in the ring of fire was free. He pulled a pistol form inside his cloths and fired at me. I was able to barely dodge this attack with little more then a scratch to my cheek. I again set upon him with another ring of fire. This time the ring began to burn his cloths off. The other man again swung his bat at me. This time he tripped me up and knocked me to the ground. But before he could get an overhead swing to knock me out, I was able to get back on my feet and send a spray of fiery darts into him. He fell to the ground dead. The last thug collapsed on the ground in fear saying “I give up. You have beaten us. Do what you must but do not kill me. Please!”

Not knowing what else to do with him, I punched him as hard as I could in the face. He passed out unconscious. I found some string lying about and bound his hands and feet. I then picked him up and carried him back to City Hall. He was taken off my hands by a young officer. “Good job, Lets hope he can answer some questions”, was all he said as he carted him off.

Since I was already in the building, I walked back to the room where I had met Azuria. She was nowhere to be found. I left a message for her telling her I would be back. Some of my rage and confusion that was built up in my conversation with her was now abated. I realized that my fight with the thugs had allowed me to release my anger and hunger. I no longer craved the taste of human flesh. My only longing was to return home.


TO BE CONTINUED

OCC: Ok Omega sent word to the rest of the Sentinels to help role play here. This is my attempt. If it is unacceptable please let me know.
Ok this post was edited by me. please exuse the post as it was written rather quickly and I did not read all of the forum.
My apologese

Is anybody out there still able and willing to host my program? I just got an email warning that I'm about to reach my Bandwidth Quota, and that the files will then be unavailable until the end of the month.

Gnarly

Got to reply to add it to favorites .. so .. um here is a reply.

I love people like you that figure these things out so I don't have to, keep up the good work

Got a questions about enhancments...

Is it better to slot a dual enhancement that has a 15 or a generic 20??

I wish there was some indication of which is more beneficial! And whats better - a 15++ or a 16 (both generic)?

Is there a formula so i can figure these out?

Meet the people behind the masks and share your love for the game!!!

Ok, I'm back from travel, so let me try to address some of the questions.


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HELP!
Sometimes when I type in the chat box and hit enter, my character starts running off in a direction and will not stop. I can stop it only by using the SoD reset key (ctrl-r).



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Trendy, you are typing too fast If you type something that ends with a key that controls movement (say W for forward) and you hit ENTER to say whatever it is you're saying while W is still pressed down, and THEN release the W key, SoD things the release of the key is the press. It can't distinguish between the two, press and release. So, when talking, make sure to release all keys before hitting Enter.


Artificer, I looked into options for Superjumpers, but it seems easier to use SoD for sprinting, and have a separate toggle for SJ/CJ. You still need the horizontal speed from sprint, and sometimes you wouldn't want to SJ, like in combat... you'd lose the def bonus from CJ and SJ would be overkill. Also, keep in mind that binds can't activate 2 things at the same time, so the binds can not activate sprint AND SJ for both horizontal and vertical distance. So you modified the files so that you go into SJ when moving? Does that work well for you, in practice?


Ssinjin, Yah, when I got Superspeed, I found that it wasn't very practical with SoD. I left SoD to control sprint, and just made a single-key toggle to turn SS on and off. Much better for End also.

If you still want 2 different setups, try this: run the program twice, configuring SS on one, and Sprint on the other. Configure them using the same movement keys, but different Reset keys. Press the Reset key for the set you want to be using.


Filidecht, thanks for providing a link to 2.7, it's not a problem at all. If anybody wants to modify/distribute my program, or the files they create, feel free. No permission necessary... that's why I distribute the .bas file with it, for easy of modification.

As for 2.7 and 3.0, what do people think? Is 3.0 still causing problems, and if so, what are they? Does anybody actually need the features 3.0 provides?

Gnarly

Damn fine guide. Thanks!

Wow helpful!

I Like it. I hope the chief is later seen using powers while on duty (thus revealing that he does have powers). I hope to see more.

"I won't let you have it!" the terrified woman shouted in alarm.

"Give it up! The capes will be showing soon!" A large Caucasian man cried as he feebly tried to yank the purse away from a small woman. 4 of his fellow gang members watched snickering as their blood brother failed miserably at stealing.

Suddenly, from above, a man leapt from the rooftops and onto the hellions! Spines spouting all over his body, the hero plunged a large tusk growing from his forearm into the gullet of one of the Blood Brothers. The gang member grinned, and pulled out a pistol... and then the poison kicked in. He reeled about and dropped, out cold.

The hero immediately turned, and unleashed an unthinkingly fast swirl of swipes with his barbs, which felled another blood brother almost instantaneously. The other three didn't stop to think. Two of them pulled out switch-blades which they always carried for just such an occasion. The other made a last ditch attempt, and finally succeeded in snatching the purse; he ran.

The hero wouldn't stand for that though. Suffering a pair of knife wounds to the arms, he ignored the pain and leapt onto the thief. While it didn't look like he had done anything, in reality a trio of spines on each leg had buried themselves into the would-be assailant, and felled him. The other two hellions stabbed and slashed away, but were all too soon ripped asunder by the hero.

The hero looked about, satisfied, when from behind him a resounding BANG was heard. The hero dropped to his knees, as the Fallen pumped his shotgun. The lieutenant unleashed another blast of buckshot into the man, and the hero dropped. Seconds later the body of the hero was whisked away to the hospital.

"You are all pathetic" James Godsend growled. His last-name was a twisted irony; as now he was part of the satanic cult of hellions. He had grown up in a better part of town. He was of a rich family, and had aced all of his classes. Perhaps it was the divorce of his parents which drove him towards villainy, or perhaps it was his inability to handle rage, but in any event, he was quickly ascending the Hellion Heirarchy, and had yet to be jailed by any man, woman, robot, or any other hero imaginable.

"It's all just as well that you remain unconscious anyhow,” He continued “I had a tip-off about an enormous stash of Dyne, and the more I get, the better the world will be.” He laughed, and hitched his shotgun over his shoulder, as he stalked off towards what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Little did he know of the events that would unfurl that evening.

OOC: This marks the beginning of the first character I ever made; Dr. Biotic. This chapter is more of a ‘Prelude’ than anything else, although it will continue as left off in my next installment. I hope you folks enjoy it, although I will be posting it whether you like it or not. (I love my character).
The next installment looks to be much longer as well, bit I'm tired right now (1:33 AM).

Anyhow, if you see Dr. Biotic (A level 15/16 Tech Blaster on Triumph) give him a holler if you’d like.

I've observed that there seems to be a 6th way that a mob can become aware of your presence that has not been mentioned: if you arrest a member of a crew (i.e. drop it to zero health), that mob sends out a big alert as it goes down.

I often pull single mobs away with my blaster using snipe, and when that mob is arrested, the rest of its crew snaps to attention whereas they were previously blissfully oblivious to my assault on their teammate up to that point (because they are out of the range of the single mob's "attack mode" broadcast).

If this is true--and my empirical evidence certainly suggests so--then the "arrest" broadcast has an even greater range than the attack mode broadcast.

*drools*

such an addiction.

A little blurb for my SG on Protector. More info through link: http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showf...part=1#1103323

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In light of the recent recruitment drive within the Paragon City Police Department, our own Paragon Times reporter Davey Lafansoe sat down with the Chief of Police Willard Brigham for this exclusive interview.

DL: First of all, Chief Brigham, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to talk with us today.

CB: It's my pleasure.

DL: Everyone knows that the PCPD has run across some hard times lately. Perhaps you could tell us about the current situation regarding the department.

CB: We don't have an easy job. The crime rate is higher than its ever been. Seems like you cant even walk a block in this city without being witness to some criminal activity.

DL: And "witness" is what many Paragon citizens are calling officers now. While crime increases, the amount of arrests made by the department has been steadily dropping.

CB: It's a true fact and not something that I'm proud of. The truth is that we just can't take these new breed of criminals. They're tougher than ever before. I can't tell you how many officers have been put in the hospital while trying to stop even a simple mugging.

DL: It says here [on file] that 93 officers have been hospitalized with severe injuries this year alone. And sadly, twelve have died.

CB: It's a war zone out there. We still handle the civil disputes, petty crimes, and I'm proud to say that we have a pretty good hold on the current Outbreak situation. But most of the stuff happing in this city is big, too big for us to handle anymore, so it's like our job is little more than to spot a crime, and report it to the closest hero.

DL: While we're on the topic, tell us about your opinion on the recent surge of hero activity, and how they are effecting the PCPD.

CB: Well it's a mixed bag. With things as they are in Paragon, we certainly need all the help we can get. And we're absolutely greatful that these guys are on OUR side! [laughter] But most of these men and women I'm seeing out here, running around in tights, they're just amateurs. Half never make it past the first week. What they've got in power, they lack in experience, dedication, and heart.

DL: And yet the department has established a system to help new heros get started.

CB: Well yeah. These people are out here to do good and we offer them the information and support they need to get started. We prepare them for what they're going to face out there, and try to set up a beneficial relationship early on.

DL: But with this recent recruitment drive, you hope to do more.

CB: That's right. The PCPD is looking to hire heros and train them, properly, to be employed protectors of this city. There is no denying that they can benefit the department, AND the department can benefit them.

DL: And much luck to you on this. We're nearly finished, but before we close, I would like to mention the rumor going around that you yourself have recently developed some heroic powers, and lately have been seen at the station far less frequently. Can you offer some insight into this rumor?

CB: No. No comment at this time.

DL: On behalf of the Paragon Times, I would like to thank you again Chief Brigham for taking the time out of your busy day to talk with us.

Hail fellow warriors of Paragorn city.

We, The Guardians of Asgard are seeking young (or mature) blood to join our mighty hall on the Justice server. If you were to join with us your fellow brothers and sisters would treat you with proper respect, as we are all warriors. We hail from many different worlds (Everquest, Ultima, Etc..) and have endured many winters. No longer suffer death in battle without glory! Join us for mighty battles, great teamwork and mighty feasts in our halls! The blood our enemies will flow as will your mead horns on the eve of battle!

There aren't many requirements, we simply ask that you tie in your character to Norse/Viking Mythology somehow. RPing is not mandatory but it is appreciated.

If our request interests you please feel free to hail one of our Einherjers or Jomsvikings

Brothers Behelit, Sigdir, Mjolnir, Isthidur, Thesius, ELO or Tuoni on Justice.

Hail Wotan and the Aesir!

so...how would oyu make the backround color of the bubble clear or or transparent completly and no border either

that would be freakin awsome

Any small format that shows good quality...doesn't really matter. I just print it out, draw the character, including all the powers & power pools, then I scan it & pixelize it!

(First of, I know putting up my origin now is very late. Kerygma is level 20. However, I'm very new at RP and I'd love to be an RPer. Many people have suggested that I should post here on the boards to get my character going, so here's Kerygma's origin. I'll be different and post my origin in an odd new way)

Letter 1: From Chloe to Sophie
My dearest Sophie,

I'm in love! My dear Sophie, I am in love. It is such a wonderful feeling! Oh my, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

His name is Sir Valmont, a soldier. A noble one at that. Surely you have heard of his exploits. He is somewhat a celebrity in these parts. It is said that he once led a small army against the Circle of Thorns and was triumphant. Him and his men were only equipped with swords and spears. Oh you must have heard that! All the women in the city are talking about him.

When news came that he will pass through our city. My father decided to throw a magnificent party to welcome him and talk to him about his adventures. My father told me to watch myself for I was arrange to wed Monsieur Gercourt. I did not care, Sophie! I talked with the young man all through the party, Sir Valmont was quite charming.

It is late, dear Sophie, I must sleep. The party has drained most of my energy. I will arrange this letter to arrive in the morning. Won't you be so kind to join me for dinner later that evening?

Chloe

Letter 2: From Chloe to Valmont
Dear Sir,

I'd think you find it rather odd that you have fallen out of favor with my father. You see, I didn't tell you the whole truth. I am arrange to be married to another man. I am sorry that I deceived you. However, that deception is the only one I have commited. The rest of my feelings are sincere. I apologize that my letters aren't as flowery as yours. You have a way with words sir.

My maid told me that you shall be leaving to battle the Thorns again tomorrow. I am saying this against my will, but I would rather you stay clear of my estate. My father is keeping an eye on me. He threatened to send me to a convent if I misbehave.

I apologize Sir Valmont. I have mislead you. I guess these last words will be my good bye to you.

Chloe.

Letter 3: From Valmont to Chloe
My dearest Chloe,

I will not stand idly by and watch you punish yourself. Truly, I have never laid eyes on a lady such as yourself. Even goddesses envy you. I could compare you to Helen of Troy. Though you may not say it, I can sense a deep resentment to your father and your husband to be.

Chloe, my most trusted servant will deliver this letter to you. He should be standing in front of you now. With him is a set of clothes meant for a man. Wear it. You shall sneak out of your chateau and meet me. We shall pretend you are my other servant. We shall do this until we escape this city.

Chloe, please agree to this rescue. Yes it is a rescue. For you are a damsel in distress. I pray this won't happen, but if you don't find this agreeable, just merely turn my servant away.

I'll be waiting for you or my servant. Hopefully it is you.

Valmont.

Letter 4: From Chloe to Sophie

Oh Sophie! It is terrible! Valmont asked me to runaway with him. Of course I agreed! But sadly, before I can escape the chateau, the guards caught me! I'll never see Valmont again!

I'm writing to you in a convent. Father says I shall stay here until Gercourt is ready to wed me. Gercourt says I am not quite ready. What a perverted man! I hate him!

Luckily, the women are nice here. They have thought me many things about medicine I didn't know. Some said I have a knack for healing. So everyday, I learn the art of medicine.

News of Valmont has reached me here at the convent. He fighting the Thorns as we speak. I fear for him, Sophie!

I'm escaping Sophie. I have stolen an armor belonging to one of the special troops that is to fight the Thorns. It belongs to a female soldier named Kerygma. I will assume her identity. Do not worry about me! I have mastered the art of medicine! I can heal my wounds and the wounds of others if anything unpleasant happens.

So long Sophie. I fear that I will not be able to write you as often. Your Chloe will be fine. I promise.

Chloe

Letter 5: From Sophie to Chloe
My dearest Chloe,

Father advised me not to write to you. He fears that you have passed. I do not believe that. I will send this letter in a caravan, hopefully they will find you int heir travels and deliver this letter. I pray that you haven't passed, you are like a sister.

If you do get this letter, please tell me what happened in the battlefield. Soldiers who was there wouldn't stop telling the horros of what happened. They say that there was this unknown female soldier with fair hair healing the wounded. I assume it was you. They say that the same soldier ran towards Sabastian as the Circle of Thorns unleased a spell never seen before. The female soldier tried to run towards Sabastian and then there was a flash of light. Many fighters disintegrated in the flash, but the few who survive swore that the spell tore the air.

Those who were there said that the tear showed a magnificent city, with tall towers and maginificent statues. One witness said he saw a statue of a man carrying the world on his back. This was only for a moment and then the glimpse was gone. What is left is the bodies of the fallen soldiers. Your body wasn't found and neither is Valmont's. I pray you escaped.

One last thing, I have searched records and there is no soldier named Kerygma. I did find an ancient myth of an angel named Kerygma. She was casted away from Heaven for falling in love with an earthly man. But this is just a myth.

I hope this letter finds its way to you. If you do get this letter, please reply. I am worried sick about you! Please return as soon as you can.

End of letters...

(Once again, I am new at RP, so please be easy on me! Kerygma is an empath that resides in Virtue.)

Supergroup Name: Adverse Reality

Website (if any): None

Leader or Recruiting Officers: Tordeck, Sinister X

Preferred Method of contact: ingame email or /tell

Guild Description: We are looking for players of level 8 or higher that are 16 years of age or older, mature and looking to have fun. We like to get to know you a little bit ingame before we gave you our ventrilo(like teamspeak or roger wilco to chat) info. Here is some requirements:

- Must have fun
- Must be 16 years of age or older
- Must be mature (no whiners, leechers, or racists)

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"Q. Why aren't stores marked on the map? "

They are marked by rippling green patterns eminating from little trees instead. Just walk up to it and click on it.