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The Welcome Hall - Start Here! / I'm back baby!
« on: July 21, 2013, 10:33:53 PM »
Hello folks NightAngel here and I'm back I've been gone a while so I might need a quick recap of everything that's that has occurred in my absence.

I would like to apologise to anyone I disappointed with my drift away (very few I'm sure) but I'm a different man so maybe you can find it in your hearts to take me back.

I've gone through a bit of a rebranding as it were; my name last time round was, let's be honest, a bit silly and no small amount childish.

So what do you say Exilian can we try again?
I want to dance with you again; I want to laugh with you again; I might even want to cry a bit to; I want to know what love is and I want you to show me.

Norbayne / Malik Usabad Semi-professional Mesmer
« on: August 09, 2012, 04:07:10 PM »
That's right fools I'm writing fan-fiction for a game that's not even written yet. *horrid cackling*

Hello there my name is Malik Usabad, only son of Rasmar Usabad I was born and raised the city of Borasport, I’m a mesmer, and I’m often running for my life.

Have you ever tried distance running on cobbled roads? No? Good, don’t if you can avoid it and especially if you like your feet. Now at this point you’re probably wondering why I was doing this if it’s so terrible, well you see it was either the running and ruining my feet or getting caught by the black ball of pain and fear chasing me and having everything ruined. In short it sucked to be me that night.

It was half past two according to the small church clock I had just ran past illuminated by a surprisingly large moon. I was far from the Pleasure District so the streets were dead and the people were rich enough that they wouldn’t hear us through the thick walls of their homes. So let’s review: monster on my heals, no chance of help and not hope of killing it, well I was buggered. Or rather I would have been if there wasn’t junction coming up.

So right at that point with something truly disgusting and scary breathing down my neck; one of me ran into that crossing and three of me ran out. You see mesmers specialise in illusion magic, the alteration of being’s perceptions of the world in long terms. So it was a just matter if creating two copies of myself for the beast to pick from. Now they weren’t very good copies emphasised by the fact they had no front. Oh give me a break, I was under a lot of stress and they only needed a back anyway.

My dirt brown work robes were easy enough to project and the hood removes the need to render hair. All of this is completely intentional of course; as you will find out I’m not the best in a fair fight and I run away, a lot.

One day when I was out on contract a knight asked me how I could draw satisfaction from such a dishonourable life (long story), well let me tell you seeing that stinking squealing mess of a thing barrel left as I calmly rolled to the right, was pretty freaking satisfying. Equally satisfying was the howl of frustration that from around the corner as the fur-thing’s pray vanished into thin air, now that did get people’s attention and lantern lights started to appear the windows and the synchronised boot falls of the Night Watch (impeccable timing as always) were headed my way.

Taking this as my queue to leave I slipped in to a back alley and fell over a sleeping cat who was not best pleased and I had the scars to prove it for a least a week thereafter. On the bright side, I still had two arms, two legs, twenty digits and face; so that was nice I guess.

And there you have it, that’s the night that set me down the path to uncovering one of the most terrifying secrets of my carrier. Pretty cool eh.

What? Oh yeah I should probably tell you how things got to that point, well...

The Exilian Channel & Twitch / The official Skeleton King thread!
« on: June 02, 2012, 08:27:36 PM »
Come one come all and here the word of the Skeleton King!

We here at the church of the Skeleton King welcome all, so long as you are prepared to commit act of unspeakable EVIL!!!

So have fun.

Finished/Dead Mafias and RPGs / Exilian's Fantastic Adventure
« on: May 28, 2012, 10:47:16 PM »
Welcome one and all to this new semi-irregular feature I will be attempting to run. This is partly to keep me writing but mostly to entertain us.

The event I propose to you is a chose your own adventure kind thread with me as your guide the closest thing I can think of is the quest treads that /tg/ runs all the time.
So here we go, take a deep a deep breath.

You float through shadow, a sea of dark ichor that suffocates your whole body blocking your pores; stiffening your mouth and nose and scolding your eyes. You don’t know how long you’ve been here but it feels like it’s been hours.

Suddenly up ahead in the distance a glimmer of gold catches your attention.

So Exilian, as they say in the lower town, wat do?

The Respectable Lord Night Angel of Exilian presents

Mad Dancing

The finest Mafia game this side of the “”

“Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Step right up and see the greatest show on earth!”

The man shouting is nothing if not the stereotypical ringmaster, from his crimson coat, to his silver toped cane and finally his astute top hat.

The circus is in town, that town being Blackwood just one of the many stops on the Rackerstain Circus’s tour of Great Britain. You are at the circus either as a visitor caught up in the excitement sweeping the town on what would normally be a very quiet night; or perhaps as one of the strange denizens of the tents.

Later in the night however disaster strikes during Mugo the Mind Master’s performance. From the crowd a woman screams and points. The crowd’s eyes turn skyward as a body tumbles from the trapeze high above and with a sickening crunch hits the ground.

Chaos ensues but the crowd is eventually brought under by the mayor’s assistant. Shortly afterward he declares he shall investigate the body. As soon as he sees the face however he recoils in horror, the body is the mayor’s. The mayor who just moments before the incident was sitting beside his faithful assistant, impossible simply impossible.

Blinded by rage the assistant declares a witch hunt and those vaguely related to the murder, town officials and the entire circus company are all confined to the circus grounds as it takes place. The assistant is not himself and decrees that each day there shall be a vote to see who should be hanged and with their death the truth revealed.

So it’s up to you the good folks to out murder the murders, good luck and God speed.

Sign up is open folks so roll up roll up!

The Exilian Channel & Twitch / Friends, give me ideas!
« on: August 21, 2011, 07:43:00 PM »
Perhaps some of you have seen the video I uploaded to the channel recently.

Now that was really fun for me manly because I love to procrastinate.

I would like you guys to give me some ideas or things to rant about. They can be as specific or as broad as you want.

I know whatever you think of will be awesome.

I going to try and release videos on a weekly or bi-weekly basis, depending on the alignment of the moon, the stars and how much homework I have.

Tabletop Games - The Game Room / The adventures of Paca and Zubas
« on: August 02, 2011, 10:26:36 PM »
It's that time of year again. The time when Nightangel gets the urge to post poorly written fiction on the internet.

The adventures of Paca and Zubas

Narrator 1: Aago in far off Nehekhara, there lived two individuals Prince Paca and the Liche Priest Zubas. This, my friends is their story.

Narrator 1: The scene opens over the glittering port city of Zandri. We see the crumbling spires of the palace, the gold-topped peaks of the necropolis beginning to shine in the dawn...

Narrator 2: One might ask how they remained shining all those years.

Narrator 1: One might also receive a sharp smack to the back of the Head.

Narrator 2: Fine fine continue. You old llama.

Narrator 1: Now where was I. Oh yes, I remember. On that beautiful morning two young grave robbers, let’s call them Fred one and Fred two, were closing in on the coffin of Prince Paca the Insufferable.

Narrator 2: That’s a bit of a weird name.

Narrator 1: It’s more an unofficial title. Anyway Fred one and Fred two were about to open the strangely upright sarcophagus, when suddenly!

Narrator 2: Oh oh oh I know what’s going to happen, are you still with us audience what you’re about to hear is some of the very finest modern wit and comedy ever.

Narrator 1: I will strike you! I will a punch you right in the face!

Narrator 2: Ok! Ok! I’m done I promise.

Narrator 1: Your better be. Now where was I ... Oh yes, just as their hands grazed the lid it swung open like a set of double doors with great speed and violence turning the poor Freds into two large red stains on the wall. From this carnage emerged the rather groggy looking Prince Paca.

Narrator 2: Well with names like that they weren’t very going to last very long, were they?

Narrator 1: Okay if this is going to keep going I’m going to have to get considerably more drunk, I’ll be back in a while.

Spamfest! / For Pony!!!
« on: May 22, 2011, 05:19:26 PM »
Mods are idle, post ponys.

Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / If you could be a super villain.
« on: April 06, 2011, 10:53:41 AM »
What super villain would you be? It becomes nerdier every day does it not?  ;)

I would be a truly evil British Person. My intentions however would be most noble; the only way to ensure stability is, to take over the world.

I would be armed with my bowtie, my bowler hat, my monocle, my sword-cane and my wits.

I'm currently accepting applications for the Council of Doom.

EDIT- Hmm. I would apear I messed up the poll oh well.

The Great Baths - RTW Discussion / Good news everyone.
« on: April 03, 2011, 11:10:06 PM »
I've finally got off my arse and bought RTW, and I'm having a blast.

One thing that really confused me though was the ridiculous goals set in the tutorial. Capture 50 provinces in that many years are you Mad?!

I assume the imperial campaign doesn

General Chatter - The Boozer / Reformed Bunnyists, to me!
« on: February 23, 2011, 04:54:27 PM »
Friends, I remember I time when the Bunny was something pure and good. I remember a time when the Bunney was about the celebration of a unification, not the ridicule of those who refused it.

I have reformed from these ways and become the first Reformed Bunnyist, and I urge you all to do the same. Here there shall be no more fighting.


Not many, but very important.

1. No more hate. The Bunny is a choice, and a choice to be made freely, by all means try to spread the message but do not slam it into people. Also anyone actively against the Bunny is to be treated with nothing worse (and if you can something better) than indifference, what has hatred ever achieved.

2. Spell it as Bunny it makes us sound stupid otherwise.

3. In your signature change world domination to world peace, do I really need to explain this one?

Tabletop Games - The Game Room / The Rules of Warhammer
« on: February 15, 2011, 12:58:46 PM »
The Rules of Warhammer
1.We do not talk about Squats
2.We do NOT talk about Squats
3.We are the fanbase
4.The fanbase is larger than you would expect
5.Some of the fanbase never forgives
6.Games Workshop can be a horrible, senseless uncaring monster.
7.Games Workshop can still deliver. (From time to time)
8.There are no balanced rules really.
9.There are no balanced armies either.
10.If you play any other gaming systems don

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