Garden of Dreams

====> A Vine-Wreathed Door

feeds@yuku.com (Argus) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 03:27:12 GMT

The meandering and ever-changing paths of the Garden lead you to an archway cut into the steep gray granite face of Snowfather Mountain. The vine-wreathed archway is sealed by a pair of ancient, nearly petrified white oak doors, banded with blackened iron. The archway is constructed of pale, black-veined marble blocks. Turning the old iron ring on the latch, the door opens soundlessly. Entering into a small, square chamber you see a finely crafted bench carved of dark walnut in shapes of...

A cold wind OOC Thread

feeds@yuku.com (Iztal) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 20:30:21 GMT

Here is where all future OOC comments will take place.

The dice are there to guide the action in the narrative and give an suggestion of how the action succeeded or failed. I use them because without them there would be less of a challenge, as I've discovered that I'd allow more actions (on average) to succeed. Should an action fail, I feel that I can use the opportunity to enrich the story. When an action fails, I try to work out to myself why it failed, not just say that...

Character Information on Yehvendale

feeds@yuku.com (Yehvendale) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 02:06:00 GMT

Character's Full Name: Yehvendale ( no middle or last to speak of)

Character's Race: Demon/Vampire

Character's Homeland: Created in the fires of hell

Character's Special Weapons and Such: Horn of Lucifer tempered from the fires of hell(An actual horn shaped to that of a sword) Cloak of Hell fire, and A Whip of Hell Fire

Character's Special Abilities: Ability to manipulate shadows, fire, and can withstand daylight unlike most vampires...

A begining

feeds@yuku.com (Yehvendale) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 01:54:11 GMT

-- A small shudder could be felt within the ground, of the dark dungeon. An object no smaller than a crack appeared among the cobble stone flooring. Another shockwave could be felt along the flooring this time it would focus the rippling effects upon the small crack. Pushing upwards evermore the crack raced in both directions, each seeming to widen as it pushed towards the walls.

-- A strange low grumbling sound would resonate from the newly created orphus in the dungeon. The...

The Beginnings of Life

feeds@yuku.com (Gardeuth) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 22:24:57 GMT

No pleasant dream, this. Discomfort and darkness, cold and cramp, clinging tendrils binding tightly against him. The restrictions vexed him. The whelp struggled against his torment, twisting his neck to a more comfortable position, for his head kept jerking uncontrollably. Suddenly his nose tore free of its bonds with a startling crack that ran down his body to the tip of his tail. A membrane gave way, air tickled at his nose, and his lungs greedily pulled in its enticing freshness that...

Black Rose [ Open RP ]

feeds@yuku.com (Apostle is Here) — Sat, 30 May 2009 04:12:54 GMT

Many moons ago, Apostle had planted a black rose bush here in the garden, it's position in the garden was purposeful, as well as hidden. A small stream had always flowed down from the mountains and the ice melting in the sun to water the plants.. it also leaked down into the Dungeon cells. In his first time as Dungeon Master he had come to the Garden in the darkness of night and planted the seed of a black rosebush, and had...

Jesters Pad ~A brand new beggining~

feeds@yuku.com (Uncafesta) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 14:45:16 GMT

Arriving in the Gardens Farryn weives Winterwind through the familar mazes and paths towards the one place he always considered home, the one place that was his and built by his own hands. He could almost imagine the smells inside this pad like it wasnt too long ago he had been there. But it has been a year or so he had step foot inside his place and he was sure some cleaning up needed done, Painting needed touched up, Winterwinds quarters was most likely gonna need some attention as well....

A cold wind cuts through the Pub (RP)

feeds@yuku.com (Iztal) — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 08:57:56 GMT

Wrapped in an ice-crusted green cloak, a tall man peers speculatively into the smoky great room from the shadowed depths of his hood as he enters. Stomping the snow from his boots and brushing the now evanescing snow from his shoulders, he takes an empty table and seat with his back against the corner.

Seeing how quiet the pub is, he wonders what pestilence has left this place so abandoned.

((OOC: I once knew that this board had several...

Escaping

feeds@yuku.com (zipTitanMember) — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:19:34 GMT

When the party ended, her debt was fulfilled. That meant she could leave, so she did. As heavily guarded as the Frost Knights kept things, she didn't really want to sleep at their inn. A horse was packed with her armor, sword, and travel gear, letting her make a quick leave.

It was nothing to rush for, but she kept a trout until she was away from the main city. Soon, down the mountain, the snow wasn't as deep. However the party had run until late day, and it wasn't long...

Trick-or-Treat

feeds@yuku.com (Marshmellow Man DC) — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 18:38:37 GMT

-It was nearing that hour once more. That one time of year when he would rise to carry out a traditional ritual. A dark shadow would be cast over the pub as several clouds passed in front of the moon. The wind began to pick up. A dull thud could be heard as a branch from a nearby tree struck one of the windows of Warnie's Pub. The wind began to howl, knocking the tavern door open. Dry leaves were blown through, scattering across the floor of the inn as the...

The Practice Knoll

feeds@yuku.com (Elbo Malaku) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 20:23:07 GMT

Just inside the main garden gate, a visitor's first glimpse of the gardens is a long meadow of wildflowers and grasses flanked on both sides by towering oaks. A limestone paved path leads from the main gate across this meadow and up to a terraced knoll, where paths radiate in all directions out into the shade of forests, alongside burbling streams, and into distant valleys. This knoll is the meeting and resting place of many visitors as they come and go from the garden.

On top...

READ ME BEFORE POSTING - Garden Guidelines

feeds@yuku.com (Elbo Malaku) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:42:03 GMT

GARDEN GUIDELINES

Welcome to the Garden of Dreams. You never know what might be behind a rose, a tree or under a small rock. Here, almost anything is possible. Gather up a group of friends and be welcome to explore the Gardens. Please keep the following guidelines in mind.

1. Garden moderators (Gardeners) read all posts within this forum, keep contributors within the guidelines, and encourage participation.

2. Out of Character (OOC) or...

Riding along the countryside(Closed)

feeds@yuku.com (Uncafesta) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 05:07:40 GMT

*Farryn is riding along on Winterwind looking at the secenery as the cool wind rushes over them both. Grabbing in his side pouch he grabs out some jerky and bites into it and knawing at the excess, leaning over he gives Winterwind the rest and pats him on the back*

Today is a good day Ole boy, we will ride and ride tell we get tired and then we will ride again. Look at the sun over the mountains boy doesnt that look pretty?

*Winterwind neighs softly and nods head as...

Returning Will (Open semi-formal)

feeds@yuku.com (zipTitanMember) — Sat, 24 May 2008 02:50:07 GMT

Judith pushed through the tavern's doors in full leather armor. Standing in the doorway she checked if anyone glancing to see who she was recognized her and for any that she recognized. From the looks of the tavern one never knew the damaged it once suffered. No, the place looked as welcoming as could be.

If something was to go wrong she wanted to know about it now. After waiting for a bad sign and finding none she waked in. Judith's favorite seat was usually next to the...

Gathering information

feeds@yuku.com (DCKingdomKome) — Fri, 16 May 2008 15:41:46 GMT

The location was a secret to most, except for those in the very highest positions of authority within the clan. Even they chose to forget where it was built, even its very existence. It was a vision from the darkest recesses of Dante Commedia. His men assume this place, and the torture chambers within it, are the personal design of Tartarus the Great Tormenter himself. They were probably taught by the being instead of Dante, observing the joy he had in explaining the pain victims would...

I Adventures by Sabs (Closed RP)

feeds@yuku.com (Sexy Sabs) — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 15:30:27 GMT

It's a new day and you've just stepped off the boat into the small harbor town of Waterside. Not very original you think to yourself, but then again there doesn't seem to be anything too original about the town either. The early morning sun makes everything look fresh and the people happy. The edge of the boardwalk is coved with fish monger stalls and you weave your way through them to the edge of the town. It's not a particularly large town,...

Adventures by Sabs :: Out of Character Discussion (Closed RP)

feeds@yuku.com (Sexy Sabs) — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:58:42 GMT
This thread will be for all out of character discussion for the new RP that I will be starting. The actual thread for the RP is not up yet and will not be for at least another week. This is posted now because the 4 or 5 people participating have a week to make characters and I want to allow them this place to talk about which class each of them will make. Once it starts the thread will move to deal with the RP directly.

Please only post in...

*Broken and beaten*

feeds@yuku.com (Dalamesh) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 20:25:02 GMT

((OOC: I apologize for starting this here, however the pub is for now the perfect setting for the beginning of this. Later on if need be can be moved to the garden, but for now I ask that be left here for the start.))

It seems the usual quite and peaceful night at the Frosty Fortress as the patrons of Warnie's enjoy their evening meals and drinks. All seems well and pleasant conversation and laughter can be heard coming from the pub. All seems well, but somewhere far away...

Robbery {Finished}

feeds@yuku.com (MiltonTheHealer) — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:47:52 GMT

A hand on two pouches told him his gold was still there,
tied on to the rope which held his robes closed. With all the mead out there he
hadn't managed to spend the money given him. It left him upset to a point; he
didn't know what else to do with it. But finally an idea came. And since then,
he had been shopping for a new place to build a healer's hut.

Inside the folds of his robes he'd check next....

*|* A new day {Finished}

feeds@yuku.com (Maiden Serena) — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 00:31:40 GMT
It felt as if there were more she inhaled than simply the crisp, night air. Each breath seemed heavier than the last and the sensation mounted with every step. The fortress was in view now and its lofty towers lifted her sight as well as her spirit. At the peak of evening, Serena looked up at the stars and paused, as if in awe, as if she were seeing them for the very first time. To notice even such a common scene was difficult for one preconditioned to keep a blind eye to light in the...