Dragon Media

Over the last few years since I opened Southlands, we have had to deal with the unfortunate truth that we will, very likely, never have a huge playerbase. While at first this bothered me, over time, I’ve come to accept and even embrace our small mud status, to the point that I’d not want more than twenty-five to thirty players on at a time.

The reason for this is quite simple.

Family Community.

I’m proud that we’ve built up an OOC community of friends who happen to enjoy the same flavor and style of roleplay environment. In our case, less code, more RP. We’ve built this community in a few ways, and I’ll go into those as well as what less code and more RP means. (more…)

Erk was no more knowledgeable than anyone else when he first started to explore. His thirst for knowledge was another matter entirely. If mere mortals can be intoxicated by the power of knowledge, then Erk is owed a hangover of blood-curdling proportions!

One fabulous day, back in the beginning of time, he was exploring a cottage. There was a child’s bedroom with pictures of elves and other very interesting creatures. Elves were interesting ever since he had an extraordinary adventure involving a twig that he had picked up one day, that is another story however. In the corner was a door, and a ladder, but he couldn’t get any higher than the top of the ladder. He ran his favourite dagger all over the roof, and he was convinced that a couple of rather straight grooves in the ceiling were the edges of a secret door. That and the hollow sounding echo that met his repeated knocks seemed to guarantee a hidden cache of fabulous treasures on the other side of this immovable barrier. It was while he was reflecting on possible methods of petty larceny when he noticed something extraordinary. (more…)

The words on the obelisk read: “Fas east et ab hoste doceri” but Erk did not know what they meant (at this time of the story). Beneath the obelisk a glint of a reflection semmed to glimmer through the mist. Instinctively he snatched at it and a small sliver of a crucifix nestled reassuringly in his palm. Suddenly he remembered what it was for ….

Erk avoided the ghoul and cast a site spell in the caved in grave: He knew he could return there instantly at any time providing he wasn’t in a fight., and was much more comfortable knowing he had a safe place to recover stamina where a killer would have a difficult time reaching him. Then he went to collect a treasured scarab from his room. To consider it ‘his room’ was very cheeky, but Erk had recently made sorcerer once more. With the feel of magic had returned his reckless confidence that drove him on to new adventures …

Now was the time to test that confidence once more. When he left the cottage and waded through the fast flowing river towards the woods to the east, his heart was pounding and his hands shaking. People might enter the evil wood without respecting its evil inhabitants, but not many left afterwards. (more…)