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Althelas

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Tuesday, May 5th 2009, 3:35pm

[ORB] The Belgariad - Now Recruiting!

The very fate of the universe is at stake. As prophesied in the Mrin Codex, Belgarion, Overlord of the West and the Child of Light and Torak, maimed God-King and the Child of Dark, are hurtling towards an inevitable, titanic battle to rectify, once and for all, the mistake that has sundered the Universe since time immemorial...


Will you join his party as he battles his way across Tagoria on the way to meet his Destiny?






Are you Barak, called the Dreadful Beast in the Mrin, staunch protector of the Child of Light?



Perhaps you are Ce'Nedra, the fiery and impestuous Queen of the World, capable of the issuing a rallying cry that can turn the tide of battle and spur the Horde to unlikely victory?



Hettar, the Horse Lord, silent but deadly? The finest Horseman in the Land...



Adara, Garion's gentle yet steely cousin?



Beldin, surly and mishapen, not much to look at but the wisest and most powerful of Aldur's Disciples...



Join Belgarion's growing band of companions at [ORB] The Belgariad and help turn the tide of battle in favour of the forces of Good.



We will be a Battle Horde and are looking for fun-loving, active players (Eddings fans particularly welcome!) to join our Horde. PM Althalus or Azash in W4 if you are interested in signing up...






Now with Healing Ground ;)

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Tuesday, May 5th 2009, 3:47pm

lol, i like the theme, too bad i already got my own horde, otherwise i would be very compelled to join.

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Tuesday, May 5th 2009, 3:52pm

lol, i like the theme, too bad i already got my own horde, otherwise i would be very compelled to join.
Well you know where to come if you tire of Zorth ;0)

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Tuesday, May 12th 2009, 8:00pm

haha LB, I'm a big fan of the belgariad and his sequel too. But Zorth have a story to be written :)

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Tuesday, May 12th 2009, 11:28pm

maybe ill open up a Sword of Truth themed horde one day.... w5????

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Friday, May 15th 2009, 2:57pm

As Belgarion of Riva, Child of Light and Overlord of the West, strides across Tagoria driving back the forces of Darkness with his flaming sword, his companions, those prophesied to be with him at the time when the fate of the World is decided flock to his banner...

Mystic02, the Dreadful Bear, his beserk rage in battle an awesome sight to behold....
Kank, the Knight Protector, a tireless warrior who trains for battle day and night...
Tatzel, the Serpent Queen, aloof and mysterious...
Mikka, the Huntress, a deadly assassin and elusive spy....



Marlburian, the Archer, deadly from any range...
Solrac, the Scholar King, as learned as he is destructive...
Kes, the Horse Lord, can ride anything...
Boaz, the Illuminator, the devout Battle Priest...




Bigjuju, the Poison Master, don't trust the drink he hands you...
Paltremal, the Man with Two Lives, risen again to continue his fight...

Althalus, the Guide, the rat-faced thief and immoral adventurer...

Azash, the Eternal Man, 7000 years old and still hasn't grown up...
;)

Join Belgarion's growing band of companions at [ORB] The Belgariad and help turn the tide of battle in favour of the forces of Good.

Places available now!


We will be a Battle Horde and are looking for fun-loving, active players
(Eddings fans particularly welcome!) to join our Horde.
PM Althalus or Azash in W4 if you are interested in signing up...



Now with Healing Ground ;)

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Tuesday, July 21st 2009, 1:18pm

Sir Mandorallen's Tale...

Sir Mandorallen is winning fame and fortune with [ORB] The Belgariad!

Apply now to join him as he accompanies Belgarion, the Child of Light on his quest to rid Tagoria of Evil in all it's forms...

Sir Mandorallen, Baron of Vo Mandor, paramount knight in all of Arendia, fated companion in the quest for the Orb of Aldur and prophesied Knight Protector of Ce'Nedra, the Bride of Light laughed as he spurred his mighty destrier towards the massed ranks of the Murgos that faced him in the narrow neck of the valley...

The marauders had been causing much trouble in this part of Tagoria and the Belgariad Horde, whose territory this was, had resolved to rid themselves of the inconvenience.

Mandorallen, whose prowess with his iron flails was justly famed, had set out to scout the positions and determine the number of the enemy but, on finding they numbered but forty had decided to take matters into his own mighty gauntlets...

He had ridden to the top of a small rise opposite the mouth of the canyon and, ever chivalrous, had bellowed a challenge in his booming voice that seemed to shake the very walls of the valley.

"Hear my challenge knaves" he spake "Thou hast sullied these fair lands too long with thy malodourous presence, verily shall I rid Tagoria of thy stinking pestilence lest thee abandon these lands forthwith."

There was a moments stunned silence, then the Murgos gathered in the valley started to jeer and shout, rattling their ill assorted weapons and shouting insults at the awesome, but solitary, knight who faced them.

"So be it" Mandorallen said, almost to himself, as he lowered the visor of his great helm "Let it not be said that I did not warn thee"

Couching his lance under his right arm and setting his shield on his left he touched his spurred heels to his steed's side and charged...

His pennon snapped in the wind as he plunged towards the group of men whose jeering has stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

He hit the line with great force, his lance took the foremost man through the throat and with the weight of Mandorallen's charge behind it, plunged straight through into the chest of the man behind, snapping the lance but pinning the two Murgos together and killing them both instantly. His battle-trained warhorse kicked out with iron-shod hooves braining the men around his master and keeping them out of striking range.

Mandorallen dropped his broken lance and took up his deadly flail, the chain whistled through the air as it powered the weighted end through helmets to crush the skulls beneath.

The impact of the first charge had been devastating, ten of the enemy lay, unmoving on the soft ground but that momentum had now been lost and the remaining Murgos clustered around the brave Knight eager for revenge, but man and horse were moving now in perfect unison, the Baron of Vo Mandor had put aside his shield and was wielding both his flails now, dealing out death to either side as his destrier pranced, keeping his master out of the range of the Murgo swords and forcing the enemy to beware his flying hooves.

The ground was treacherous now, slippy with the blood of the fallen and the horse stumbled and lost it's footing, going down on one knee in the gore-drenched grass. Sir Mandorallen leapt from his steed, more graceful in full plate armour than most men were without, and, seeing the danger his loyal mount was in slapped the mighty animal's rump and shouted "Withdraw my friend, thou needst not imperil thyself, By Chaldar, I shall rid us of these poultroons on foot". The beast heeded it's master's call instinctively and, pausing only to cave in the chest of an unwary Murgo with it's mighty hoof, withdrew to the edge of the battle as his master, a whirling machine of death completed his grisly work.

The Murgos had had enough, the dozen or so survivors fled, scattering in different directions in their terror as they sought to flee the certain death that awaited them if they stayed to face the grim champion.

Scarcely out of breath Mandorallen surveyed the slaughter he had wrought, he raised a gauntletted hand and his destrier raced back to his side, he swung himself back into the saddle and rode through the valley to the marauder's rude camp. Picking through the squalor he came across a chest, packed with the bandit's spoils. Countless diamonds glistened in the morning sun, their bedazzling magnificence a balm after the blood and gore of the battle.

"A princely sum" Mandorallen remarked as he picked up the chest as if it were but a pillow "I'll wager the bounty from this morning's work will suffice to improve the mean hut in which our healer works his magic, the brave warriors of the Belgariad need suffer no longer."

And with that the Mightiest Knight on Life remounted and rode back into the bright light of the early morning....

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Wednesday, July 22nd 2009, 10:59am

Thanks to the generosity of our members, especially Mandorallen and his friend Lelldorin, we now boast a level 12 Healer's Hut. Apply to ORB today and join in the fun...


Lelldorin, The Archer, long foretold questor for the Orb, had been trying to relax. The finest archer in Arendia, high accolade indeed in a realm where a man first drew a longbow at the age of seven, he had hoped to spend a day hunting in the forests atop the valley to the west of the Belgariad's territory. He had spent an hour stalking through the sunlight drenched woods following the trail of the largest stag he'd ever encountered. A few tantalising glimpses of the beast's mighty rack of antlers were enough to confirm that he was tracking the Lord of the Forest, a beast so renowned in these parts as to be almost mythical. And Lelldorin had him. He could feel it. He took up his bow, formed from the trunk of a yew tree, springy sapwood for the back of the bow, hard heartwood for the belly. As long is a man is tall, most men would not be able to draw it a hand's breadth but years of practice enabled Lelldorin to bend the stave easily and loop the cord around horn nocks at it's ends. He selected an arrow from the bag on his back, set it to the string of the great bow and looked again at the beast he could now see clearly though the trees. He pulled the bowcord back to his ear.

That's when he heard the unmistakable sound of his friend Sir Mandorallen, Baron of Vo Mimbre, issuing a challenge that seemed to shake the very valley itself.

"Damn the man" he whispered under his breath as the Lord of the Forest started and ran, disturbed by the battle cry that echoed through the forest "He was only supposed to be scouting, can't a man even hunt in peace any more?" Friendships between an Asturian archer, like Lelldorin, and a Mimbrate Knight, such as Mandorallen were rare indeed but common purpose had bound these two champions of their feuding Duchies together as tightly as brothers. Their involvement in the quest for the Orb had superseded all national ties and the two awesome warriors, to their mutual surprise, had become fast friends.

Lelldorin raced to the edge of the cliff, the light flashing through the trees as he ran, and, leaving the forest behind him was greeted by a scene of carnage. Sir Mandorallen had charged into the centre of a group of Murgos and was laying about him with his awesome flails. The range was long, some 200 yards, but Lelldorin had not drawn the bow every day since boyhood for nothing, he loosed and an arrow struck a man to the rear of the group surrounding the knight, the Archer put a second to his bowstring. It never left his bow, there was a sound further down the valley to the west, neither Mandorallen nor his foes, seemed to have registered the sound but to Lelldorin, his ears trained by years of listening for the slightest movement of a stag (or a careless Mimbrate) it was like a blaring trumpet... it was a blaring trumpet!

A quick glance at the Baron of Vo Mimbre convinced the Archer that the Knight Protector needed no further help, the problem lay further down the valley where a second group of Murgo outlaws were forming up and preparing to join the fight, urging their sturdy hill ponies into a gallop down the valley, they could turn easily turn the tide of battle against the embattled Baron.

He thrust his remaining arrows into the soft ground in front of him, and selected one. He took aim and let fly at the onrushing foe, there was a solid thunk as the bodkin-tipped arrow punched its way through the chest plate of the leading rider and threw him bodily from the saddle, unhorsing the man riding close behind him. "Well" thought Lelldorin as he selected a second arrow, nocked it and drew it back to his ear "I suppose this is what I get for trying to have an afternoon off". The third arrow was in the air before the second had found it's mark, and there was no let up from the formidable bowman. The front rank of the charging Murgos seemed to dissolve as riders and their mounts stumbled and tripped those behind. Lelldorin was able to pick his way down to the base of the cliff, arrows seeming to flow from his bow as he did so and by the time he reached the stricken bandits they were in no shape to resist as he plucked the bulging purses from their belts, he poured the shining diamonds from one bag into his hand and back again "Should be enough for another couple of beds in the Healer's Hut" he mused as he looked over his shoulder to where Mandorallen stood, now alone, amidst his own pile of corpses.

"No sense in ruining his moment of triumph" thought Lelldorin to himself as he climbed back up the cliff and melted back into the trees "Maybe I'll have another look for the Lord..."