Rings of Honor

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I'm of the opinion that adding anything that does not have a very large RP component would actually be detracting from the setting. If the idea behind the unique rank is to get the less experienced duelers to participate, then the light should shine on RP participation. Otherwise we might as well st...

With the addition of squires, if you want a special lower-level title set apart from the others, you should really set it apart. RP elements don't really mean much if the title doesn't really mean much in the scheme of the game; however, the meaning of the title in the scheme of the game should also...

This place hasn't changed much in fifteen years. Sure the chat window is different, but it's still Rhydin. It's still a mishmash of everyones' imagination and talent. It's still a product of YOUR (general) abilities and failings. Admins are great. They keep the ship running. Thank you admins. But th...

Sartan wrote:What. The. Heck. Sartan is not that short!

Great picture though, even if it isn't drawn to scale.

Obviously the characters are drawn to scale of mental prowess.

Nova was the first holder of Ice Dancer, but he never stepped in the ring to defend it. Ice Dancer defended itself during the first challenge, feeling that it couldn't leave its fate in the hands of an impatient, imperfect creature. I always saw Ice Dancer as exceedingly arrogant but with good reaso...

Does it give them the right to call the extent of the damage? Nah, it's not their character. However, in a blood sport in a free-form roleplaying environment, this type of thing is bound to happen. Often. That's one of the pitfalls of creating a character that can't be healed while at the same time ...

The Assassins Ian MacKenzie sat alone, lost in thought. His every intuition was screaming that the world was about to change once again, only this time he would have a chance to control that change – mold it into something good. He couldn’t prevent the disaster that had taken the lives of so many o...

One Night, Lost to Memory One night is all it takes. Mistakes and disasters were nothing new to the Arenalands. Everything could change in a single night. It had happened before … it was happening again. Though the explosions were political and the aftermath reached much farther than anyone could p...

The Renegade's Procession Robert Braxxx had his own little piece of paradise. As holder of the Tenth Barony, he stood as the lone Renegade. Loyal to no one but his people, hated by no one because his status would insure that he would never interfere with any side of any debate, and loved by no one ...

Fury of Shadows Alcohol addled dreams were disturbed by a sound from the real world. A screech and the distant galloping of hooves startled the man out of his chair, bringing forth curses for having fallen asleep at the table. The Tavern of Fury was dark now, looking for all the world like the sett...

This week's installment: the map! A few things about it (in anticipation of certain questions): 1) Why doesn't it look like other maps of Rhydin that I saw back in the day? This is an alternate timeline. Things changed. If that answer doesn't float your boat, consider it "cartographer's perogat...

Come back here from time to time to see fun stuff related to this storyline. Crudely drawn concept art (I'm sub-contracting this out to a couple of monkeys, henceforth: "the art department"), trivia, cast listings, standings, and other elements that helped me (and you) get a handle on this...

Sorry for the small update this week - to all of you following the story. Time has been slipping away from me in handfuls lately. I promise some special materials later in the week to make up for the lack of posts. Be on the look out for more posts in this thread, both later in the week and as the s...

Troubled Dreams, Troubled Dreamer Vincent Smith sat back in his chair and kicked his feet up, content with another duel admirably fought, even if he had lost. The mood in the Arena was cheerful - a handful of duelists had gathered near the bar and laughed and joked with one another while enjoying t...

The Ward's Guardian She gasped as her hand cramped again. After laying aside the pestle she had been using to crush herbs, she used her opposite hand to massage the cramp away. The night had been so long - longer than she had anticipated - and it still wasn't over. She had made enough balms and sal...