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Fellowship of the Ring Empire Thread
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Rick,
I see you are about to join the 100k club. Good job! 
         
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Thanks Ray. From this point forward, Love2Code will be known in the Fellowship and beyond as...
Lothmorg the Red! 
That is, of course, until I finally make it to pure evil ... 
   
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Is Lothmorg a mage? Well, a Chaotic Evil smiley does entitle you to black robes, you know.
Personally, I may have to swap my white robes for red myself at the rate I'm going with evil and neutral games.
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#1478
by Veteran TheQuack - 8/26/2003 10:36:38 PM
| eg: GROSS reconbs that they don't poach polayers from other empires.. I have been propositioned several times and i have them all loged.. not mentioning any names... oh.. and as part of a bribe i was even offered a seat in their senette by someone who can do it too.. however they weren't the only ones.. others have tried too.. there is nothing wrong with this.. except that they lie about it afterwards.. and i can't stand ppl who lie... |
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Well, I'll try and be impartial here. No offence meant to anyone by what I post. I don't have any evidence going one way or the other on this, except that I haven't seen any dirty business going on myself, and I don't see what payoffs any of the posse have received. Normally, I think posting IRC logs is very low, like taping private phone conversations, but now that you've made the allegation, you might as well post the log. There's three possibilities:
1) The log is real, but there was a simple misunderstanding on either side about what was being discussed. Quite possible, over the internet.
2) The log is real, and someone is GROSS is lying through their teeth.
3) The log is fake, and you're lying through your teeth.
Any one's possible, I'm not making any judgements yet.
| This is one reason I call GROSS pirates.. and ppl who left the ANZACS Deserters... they all surcome to bribes etc.... |
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I was happy to read up to this point, but I have to complain now. I joined the posse, and I wasn't even offered a bribe. Therefore, your statement "they all surcome to bribes" is incorrect, and offensive. You just lost some credibility.
Sorry to hijack your thread, Ring-worms, here's a free six-pack to make up for it
    
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I was going to tell you fellows to take it outside.
A bribe for me, Quack? 
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Love2Code...err...Lothmorg! Like the new nick! When you get some time, write a little background for your character, and I'll add it to the website!
I'm going to bed now...sleepy time.....
   
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Will do. Thanks. It's sleepy time for me too. 
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I'm taking a break from Galciving for a while. It's been a long while since my last break.
Will return to Galciving and submitting once the next Beta is out, which looks like tomorrow.
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Until he goes herbal, when it may become Lothmorg the Green.
Alex
  
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Where's the Matrix story, Quack? I'm being swimming through tons of Posse posts and still can't find it.
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Oh, ok. Wombat told me in chat that you guys had a Matrix run so I was looking for that. No worries.
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YAAAAWWWWNNNN!!
Good morning, all...
I've got my coffee and muffin, so let's get a start on a new day!
Ray: a one day break? You really know how to take it easy!
Quack: Did you get Veteran? I thought you already were!
Congrats, anyway! Hmmm...ten posts from 1500. I'll take odds it will be a pirate that gets it!
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A day in the life of Wizard Ray
“Haste is one of the most useful spells a wizard can learn. If they can’t touch you, they can’t hurt you.”
Ray enjoyed lecturing at the Fellowship’s college of magic. The apprentices took notes copiously, eager to learn from the Master.
“All of you should aspire towards the conjuration of the Ultimate Spell. You must think of it, dream about it, it must occupy your every waking thought. Only through this spell can you enter into the nirvana of magic. But only a few of you will ever come close to even understanding a small facet of it, let alone become a Master like myself.”
Ray loved this part of the lecture. The visible sag in their shoulders at his statement and their pathetic looking faces always made his day.
“Master Ray….” A small wavering voice rose from the rear. Ray grimaced, not him again.
He had to admit that young apprentice Neo had talent. His insights into magic far exceeded mages much more senior than himself. But he was too unorthodox for Ray’s liking.
“I… I believe I may have found a way to achieve the same effect as the Ultimate Spell but using a tiny fraction of the mana and spell components. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it while others were having fun and if you spend some time working with me, I believe we can….”
“SILENCE!”
The apprentices quaked in their boots. They knew what was coming.
“Do YOU know who YOU are addressing? I am the LEADER of the Fellowship. THE MOST powerful and richest organization on Middle Earth. Do you know how much it is a sacrifice of my time just to speak to you?” Ray paused for effect.
“Neo.” Ray murmured. “Do you see that which is hanging from my most regal neck?”
“Yes, Master Ray…” Neo trembled. “It’s the Gold Medallion of Magic and it’s the highest honor a Wizard can obtain.”
“Good, Neo. Stop living in your fantasies. Go stand in the corner and recite this a thousand times. Worship magic and not what it can do for me.”
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Ray sighed as he strode out towards the Fellowship gate. He could have delegated this task to his juniors but he knew just how much the Fellowship depended on him to personally recruit new members.
As he walked passed the Judicial Rooms, he heard a commotion. The mages on Middle Earth had tremendous powers that included judging cases brought to them by commoners. The new mage, Lothmorg the Red, was holding court today.
Two men were staring at each other with murderous looks. A most comely damsel stood forlornly between them, staring at the floor.
Ray motioned for Lothmorg to approach.
“What’s this case about, Lothmorg?” Ray asked.
“Well Master, this man by the name of Butt claims that the other man Roger had seduced his wife with jewellery and that they had subsequently committed the sin of adultery. Roger said in his defense that the woman had thrown herself voluntarily at him. I’m not sure how to judge this, Master.”
Ray shook his head sadly when he heard this. This new mage needed some training.
“Take the jewellery from the woman, ask both men for bribes, then lock all three of them in prison.”
Leaving behind Lothmorg, he left quickly for the marketplace where the crowds were.
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The commoners hated Ray. They knew that the arrogant wizard looked down on them. Yet he was constantly asking them to join the Fellowship, either to serve at the kitchen or in the courtyards.
“Save my son from an evil curse, Master Ray!” An elderly man cried as he carried his stricken boy to the Wizard.
Ray looked at the man with narrowed eyes.
“Are you a member of the Fellowship?” Ray asked.
“No, I’ve already pledged my loyalty to the temple of CariElf and to the service of the poor, Master Ray,” the man replied. “But please, save my son, you know you are the only one who can do it,” he begged.
“I only help my own, old man. Quit your service at the temple and join the Fellowship as a servant. Then I will save your son.” Ray pushed by him as he walked towards a group of men, busy scribing on pieces of parchment.
“No!” A man suddenly stood up in shock. “It can’t be! I’m scored as an Extreme Outcast!
On hearing that, a balding man quickly moved to his side. “It’s alright, brother, you’re normal, just like the rest of us.” Gesturing quietly to the men behind him, he prepared to send this man together with others to the special institute set up for the mentally disturbed.
Ray smiled in his heart. Little did they know that he was the one who designed this test just so that he can feel better about his own outcast tendencies.
Noon time was approaching and Ray felt hungry. He wanted to return to the Halls but couldn’t as he had not reached his quota of recruits for today.
Ray saw a crowd of men and women gathered around a man standing on an overturned crate. The man seemed to be in great agony, wailing and weeping.
A woman watched in rapt attention while a little girl stood crying next to her. “I’m bored mommy, I wanna go home and play with my doll, mommy” she cried.
Ray shook the woman. “Tell me what’s going on here.”
“Oh Master Ray, this man just lost his house to lightning.”
“So he’s crying because he is homeless now?”
“No, he’s crying because the lightning did not strike his neighbours’ houses as well.”
The girl’s cries were starting to irritate Ray but somehow he felt a tinge of pity towards her. She looked a little like his lost love. He had tried everything to retain his beloved. Mind control spells, improved charm but it all did not work. She left him broken hearted for another man named Mojo.
Maybe he will be good for a change and teleport her home, Ray thought. Bending himself down to the girl’s level, he spoke kindly to her,
“Would you like to join the Fellowship?”
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Ray...are you letting those Evil tendencies sneak in again? 
| “I only help my own, old man. Quit your service at the temple and join the Fellowship as a servant. Then I will save your son.” |
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BRRRR...That's just damn cold!
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I'm really starting to warm towards this kind of story writing. I may want to continue with my Evil Ray series.
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It might discourage some of your recruitment!
| Evil Ray strides up to a crippled child and demands an oath of loyalty to the Fellowship. When the child refuses because he is mute, Evil Ray kicks the child's crutches out and the small child collapses to the ground. Evil Ray laughs a bit, then spits on the child and turns him into a newt, which he promptly captures and intends on using him in his next potion. |
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