Some folks have it, some folks don't. He do.

I feel the need to point out the quality of Tyrun's role-play effort and results (the flare in his fighting is just icing on the cake). He's a good example.

backstory:
Mekage gweths this, "Solomon walks into a bar, sits down, orders a drink and downs it.. about 3 anlas later the barkeep notices hes still there and says look friend ya have to order somethin or make room for more costomers your takin up space, when are ya gonna order another drink, and Solomon says "..soon"

Ysselt smashes his gweths cuz of its blatant (if poorly masked) oocness.

Mekage comes to collect a new set of gweths, a new crystal ring, or have his revenge: (watch Tyrun)______________

Mekage asks you (Ysselt), "mind if i borrow you for a moment?"

You ask Mekage, "What?"

Mekage says to you, "well ya sort of owe me a j gweth, k gweth, and a crystal ring, or a favor. im not terribly picky but id rather just have the gweths and ring"

Mekage nods to you.

Pormithius glances at Mekage.

You say to Mekage, "One moment."

Mekage says, "sorry, she smashed me, its retrobution, i waited till you were finished out of appriciation for your aid"

Mekage bows.

Pormithius says, "I don't think she owes you anything."

Mekage ponders.

Pormithius frowns at Mekage.

Issus says, "Heh, yeah, pretty sure you're not owed a thing."

Mekage says to Pormithius, "sorry friend, but i dont think it really conserns you. im just attempting to replace what was damaged"

Tyrun says, "While the leader of the Company, and Lady Ysselt's honorable husband, is not present... I do believe his comrades are eager to show that she is protected."

Tyrun says to Mekage, "So yes, it concerns him. And myself as well."

Terra asks you, "How is Shard?"

You say to Terra, "Very well, thank you."

Tyrun says, "And I will offer this to you: If you best me, I will purchase your gweths."

Mekage says, "i dont wish to best you"

Tyrun says, "On behalf of the Lady Ysselt, with the apologies of the company."

Pormithius chuckles to himself.

Tyrun says, "In matters of honor, I understand men of your guild need replenishment of the martial sort."

Mekage says, "i dont really wish to best anyone, im just seeking a replacement"

Pormithius says, "How about a tip. Ponder on why you got smashed in the first place."

Pormithius pats Mekage on the back.

Tyrun says, "This is a gathering of those that would have a drink, and ponder the nature of the defense of the city."

Tyrun asks, "Perhaps this is suited for another time, yes?"

Mekage says, "aye, you worked hard on behalf of zoluren, and im very appriciative of that"

Phii says, "I suppose you could kill Ysselt as rightful retribution for the great trespass of her destroying your property. But I suspect it would lead to only greater loss."

Ildu says, "Kill Ysselt? What a heinous thought."

Mekage says, "perhaps, perhaps, i loathe drama all together though, thus id rather not kill anyone. but yes, i could just do that, if i were a harsher person"

Tyrun nods to Mekage.

Tyrun says, "I will seek you shortly."

Tyrun bows to Mekage.

Mekage steps up to Tyrun and says, "I challenge you to The Pain in a contest of skill!"

Mekage nods in agreement.

Tyrun accepts Mekage's challenge.

Mekage points at Tyrun, ruining his hiding place.

Mekage begins to advance on Tyrun.

Mekage throws his head back and lets out a high-pitched roar, seemingly filled with battle madness.

You (ysselt) laugh off Mekage*'*s pitiful attempt to make you feel fear.

Leilond, Issus, Vahlissa, Phii, Celitha, Tyrun, Pormithius and Paschein laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to make them feel fear.

You laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to scare you witless.

Leilond, Issus, Vahlissa, Phii, Celitha, Tyrun, Pormithius and Paschein laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to scare them witless.

Tyrun gestures at Mekage.

Tyrun stares intently at Mekage, stopping him in his tracks with his gaze. (me: H8T TYRUN AND HIS SPELL SCROLLS!)

Tyrun begins to advance on Mekage.

Tyrun raises his hands to clasp the orb, allowing it to spin eerily within his palms.

You hear the voice of Rmel exclaim, "Holy jeeperth!"

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Tyrun gestures at Mekage.

Mekage takes on an ill, brooding countenance.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, causing him to stumble as it forcefully pushes him from pole to missile range, away from Tyrun.

Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, sending him careening backward into a heap as it drags him from pole to missile range, away from Tyrun.

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

The skipping, sparkling rhythm of Leilond's enchante flows from his lips, enticing the air around you to shed moisture and to warm as if under a summer sun.

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the west!

Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went west.

Construction Worker Issus's group just went west.

[Hilltop Cemetery, Winding Footpath]
The path begins to weave its way through dense trees, snaking around small burial sites that contain several old stone grave markers. The grounds have been kept clear and the grass is cut low around each tombstone. Someone must visit this place regularly.
Also here: Court Assistant Celitha, Juggernaut Phii, Construction Worker Issus, Rumor Vahlissa, Pormithius whose body glows with starlight, Inquisitor Tyrun who is emanating a malevolent holy aura, a stunned Tanner Mekage who is lying down.
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast.

Driving in like the irresistable force of a cyclone, Tyrun punches his fist at Mekage. Mekage attempts to dodge, moving directly into the blow. The fist lands a hard hit that buckles the left knee for a moment with a painful frontal blow!

Moving with incredible power and control, Tyrun kicks his foot at Mekage. Mekage fails to dodge, mis-stepping and blundering into the blow. The foot lands a strong hit that turns soft belly-flesh a bloody red with a blow to the abdomen, lightly stunning him!

Notable Paschein just arrived.

Leilond just arrived.

Tyrun retreats from combat.

Tyrun retreats from combat.

Tyrun grabs Mekage and drags him east with him.
Construction Worker Issus's group just went east.

[Hilltop Cemetery, Before Mausoleum]
The trees have given way to a mausoleum crafted from white marble. The entrance is marked by two smooth columns and perched just above, a solemn-looking stone gargoyle surveys the surroundings. You also see a huge WARNING sign.
Also here: Court Assistant Celitha, Juggernaut Phii, Construction Worker Issus, Rumor Vahlissa, Pormithius whose body glows with starlight, Tanner Mekage who is lying down, Inquisitor Tyrun who is emanating a malevolent holy aura.
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west.

Tyrun begins to advance on Mekage.

Notable Paschein just arrived.

Tyrun seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Mekage drops an iron bar.

Mekage gets a scimitar from inside his thigh bag.

Leilond just arrived.

Mekage stands up.

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Mekage begins to advance on Tyrun.

Tyrun gestures at Mekage.

Tyrun stares intently at Mekage, stopping him in his tracks with his gaze.

Tyrun closes to melee range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the north!
Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went north.

Construction Worker Issus's group just went north.

[Hilltop Cemetery, Winding Footpath]
Just beyond the iron fence that runs along the path to the southeast, you hear something moving about in the underbrush. Faint pinpoints of light fade in and out of the trees and you would swear the temperature just dropped. The outline of a square structure lies to the south, while a faint trail heads northwest through low-hanging trees. You also see an imposing marble crypt.
Also here: Court Assistant Celitha, Juggernaut Phii, Construction Worker Issus, Pormithius whose body glows with starlight, Inquisitor Tyrun who is emanating a malevolent holy aura, a stunned Tanner Mekage who is lying down.
Obvious paths: southeast, south, southwest, northwest.

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the south!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went south.

Tyrun closes to melee range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the north!

Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went north.

Tyrun closes to melee range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the north!
Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went north.

Tyrun closes to melee range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the north!

Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went north.

Tyrun charges his fist at Mekage.

Mekage stands up.

The skipping, sparkling rhythm of Leilond's enchante flows from his lips, enticing the air around you to shed moisture and to warm as if under a summer sun.
Mekage steps back, then quickly steps forward spinning like a dervish, his scimitar lashing out at everything within reach!

Tyrun's silver glow flares momentarily.

Mekage's scimitar lands a heavy strike to Tyrun's chest!

Tyrun is barely stunned!

Tyrun laughs!

Tyrun retreats from combat.

Tyrun retreats from combat.

Mekage steps forward and spins, his scimitar striking out at anything unfortunate enough to be within reach.

Mekage grins.

Tyrun seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Tyrun points at Mekage, ruining his attempt to hide.

You hear the voice of Rmel ask, "really?"

Tyrun seems to be concentrating intently on something.
Mekage begins to advance on Tyrun.

Mekage throws his head back and lets out a high-pitched roar, seemingly filled with battle madness.

You laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to make you feel fear.

Tyrun, Pormithius, Paschein, Issus, Phii, Celitha, Vahlissa and Leilond laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to make them feel fear.
Mekage lowers his head briefly before unleashing a roar hinting at a fatal following.
You laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to scare you witless.

Tyrun, Pormithius, Paschein, Issus, Phii, Celitha, Vahlissa and Leilond laugh off Mekage's pitiful attempt to scare them witless.

You hear the voice of Rmel ask, "whirlwind?"

Tyrun gestures at Mekage.

Tyrun stares intently at Mekage, stopping him in his tracks with his gaze.

Tyrun begins to advance on Mekage.

Mekage says, "heh it seemed a good idea"

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Tyrun rakes his fingers over the crackling energy of a brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light floating near him.

Fractals of pale light materialize in a cascading pattern around Tyrun, outlining the faint beginnings of a complex gyre. With a bestial moan, shafts of brilliant white light erupt from the ether, illuminating the pattern as if it were lifeblood sustaining the vein.

The wall of light echoes outward rapidly, leaving a misty halo of white light to shroud Tyrun in its wake.

The ring of light smashes into Mekage, hammering him brutally as he is sent flying to the southwest!
Mekage is stunned!

A whispered sigh echoes around Tyrun as the ghostly light dissipates.

Inquisitor Tyrun just went southwest.

Construction Worker Issus's group just went southwest.

[Hilltop Cemetery, Winding Footpath]
The path begins to weave its way through dense trees, snaking around small burial sites that contain several old stone grave markers. The grounds have been kept clear and the grass is cut low around each tombstone. Someone must visit this place regularly.
Also here: Court Assistant Celitha, Juggernaut Phii, Construction Worker Issus, Inquisitor Tyrun who is emanating a malevolent holy aura, a stunned Tanner Mekage who is lying down.
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast.

Pormithius just arrived.

Tyrun closes to pole weapon range on Mekage.

Tyrun charges his fist at Mekage. The fist lands a good strike that temporarily knocks away his breath with a light blow to the chest!

Rumor Vahlissa just arrived.

Leilond just arrived.

Tyrun kicks his foot at Mekage. The foot lands a heavy strike that explodes the chest in a shower of blood and splintered ribs!

Tyrun backs off Mekage who collapses into unconsciousness. The challenge has been satisfied.

Tyrun whistles a merry tune.

END______________

Its not the fight, its the flare in his RP and combat. Should be more common.

Everyone loves Tyrun.


~Player of "One of the Caels."
Queen of Non-Sequitors

<3 Thanks everyone.

Props to Mekage for being true blue.

Just to add from my single, brief interaction with him at the end of the Raider/Goose conflict: I think Tyrun is great.

That is all.

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Ogdaro
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no point in being a damn fool about it." - W. C. Fields

any log with Tyrun in it is worth reading... usually twice.

Not only is Tyrun a good roleplayer, he's a good person too.

I'll add my praise.


~ Terra

He abuses mechanics and should be banned.

>Fire left to train offhand is mechanics abuse. Ban Rmel.

You know, there's this bug that I'm aware that I'm not sure if GMs are aware of so I'm not going to post it on the boards... but Tyrun abuses it.

That is all.

Well done, Tyrun. You are truly an inspiration to us all.

-Mvorn

Why not?

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Rev. Reene

"...It is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way."

When losing a fight the best course of action is to spin wildly around lashing out at anything within reach with whatever sharp implement comes to hand, without any heed to your own safety. EVERYONE knows that!

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You hear the voice of Rmel exclaim, "Holy jeeperth!"

Gene Police! You, outta the pool!

>> I've seen the mighty cleric open a moongate.

Hahaha I remember that.

The klaxons it apparently set off upstairs were fairly epic.

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Rev. Reene

"...It is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way."

Log?

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-TG, TG, & GL, et al.

<<Well done, Tyrun. You are truly an inspiration to us all.>>

in an earlier thread i said, "I know you, of course, but i dont have a fix on how consistent your RP is"

I was referring to someone else, that was involved in our discussion. Although I dont truly have a fix on how consistent you are, and you might be completely...i can say i do know you can also be inspirational.

When you are "on" you are one of the best RPers in the game.

>>R.I.P. Lumpy the Shadow Servant. True thug.
hahaha. That was a good night.


~Player of "One of the Caels."
Queen of Non-Sequitors

>>Whirlwind?

Got a stun and the only hit of the fight in his favor. Pretty groovy move if you ask me.

Redeth---Claiming good girl status since 09'

Results, my friends.

If he had whistled dixie and then thrown the alphabet song from his booty and got the stun...he did good.

Monday QB'ing isn't groovy.

Handled like a champ. Redeth may find a reason to flirt with you.


Redeth---Claiming good girl status since 09'