Tumaros

Well...a couple (3?) years ago a friend came to me with a story idea, and in the process of writing the story we both decided to make alter-egos and put them in as the main characters...I decided I wanted to be a legolas-like elf, and I started brainstorming...my inital idea was to have a name kinda like mine, Thomas, but mythical...suddenly Tumaros (Two-mare-ohs, also sometimes pronounced as "tomorrows", whichever works for you) pops into my head...and I haven't stopped using it on anything ranging from Instant Messenger to MMOs...heck, sometimes (rarely though) people even call me it instead of Tom/Tommy :-P Then of course, there's Tum, Tuma, Tumie, Tuma-T yo, and all the other nickname-nicknames. 'Course, at one point I considered switching to what my fantasy-loving English teacher/DM at one point in my pathetic life/awesome guy calls me...Tómäs (pronounced Toe-mahs), but Tumaros was just so traditional that I stayed with it :-P Now wasn't that exciting? Wow...this smiley looks like the face I make...like...all the time... NEW FAVORITE! (sorry blinky)

Yeah, it is a neat island... what?

woohoo! I CANT WAIT TO STINK!

Whats a tropicana? Hey trop! Nice to see ya around again...one of the original 8 players...woohoo! We should make our own club. Or cult. Where we all have to wear like pitch black silky gowns and go around singing gregorian chants to everyone, carrying around a tome of death, and...and... WB

Iszi...have you tried imageshack.us? And Roj...I'll keep an eye open (My guess...the best-drawn char )

Roja...remember the old happy spirits days? Any chance you wanna remake the bartender NPC? Say...a human; brown hair (the 1st head...in other words, no facial hair) green shirt; brown pants; dark brown boots; pic (actually a couple, convenient eh?): (if the pic doesn't show then just use http://userpics.buddypic.com/ps/tumaros/l/392838866.jpg ) (Plus, if you need a better pic, just let me know ) And...hm...for the hair in the portrait...can you make it like my south park avatar's? If that's too much to ask then I don't care, as long as he's in Happy Spirits Heh, this is gonna rock...can't wait to see everyone else [EDIT: human, not elf ]

http://files.dambedai.de/funnylinks/belame.htm [Note: Intended for IRC, mentally revise as neccessary] [Wow, this'll DEFINITELY get me promoted to Junior Assistant Admin-in-training !]

(now just swap the M and the A, and replace the O with an E ) (p.s. awesome sigs)

Umm...over 69? heh...69...heh heh...pisces...*stifles laugh*

Don't even get me started [Random Fact: The Llama Song and the Numa Numa song (dragostea din tei) are my English teacher's hobbies...and City of Heros...]

So not at Happy Spirits then? Too bad...quite a few memories there... Unless of course, that's the one you were referring to...in which case... [ducks into the back room with a couple of mugs and cups]

Anyone call for a storytelling elf? Questions: Where is it gonna be? Tavern? Campfire? (if they're still in the game...i'm a bit rusty...) and...is it going to last all night? I'll probably be able to make it by 6 but I may be a little late, so don't hold your breath "TJ" aka "Tumaros" aka "Tuma" aka "Tums" aka "See ya there!"

Ok, since I can't be ingame (poorman on, everything off, console mode, still a 2 minute delay in text...MEH!), here's an open thread for creating the Llamathist Bible. If you are not a llamathist and post here w/ideas, it will probably be ignored. Unless of course the Deli Llama MikeH likes it, in which case it will probably be deleted and ignored. Well, let's get started, fruitcakes!

Looks like some things never change...even since I went on my "hiatus" (a la Blink-182) :lol: Sweet

A roleplay, lost in the annals of Eternal Lands history, now returns to our world, retold by those who shaped its very story... ...Tumaros, Nardo, Aira, and Geelef... ...Members of the original HML, now's your chance to continue the famous adventure, wandering from the world of EL to distant, forsaken lands unknown to any...introducing a variety of cultures and creatures, as each character's mysterious history is slowly revealed... For those who wish to join the roleplay, allow me to warn you now...this is for HARDCORE, DEVOTED ROLEPLAYERS ONLY! Spam will be ignored, and OOC should be kept to an extremely bare minimum. With that being said...allow me to present the first chapter, of what I hope to be an even stronger, more intense roleplay than HML... As Long as Eternity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A dark form appeared on the eastern horizon of Lakeside. As it drew nearer, into the bright glow of the moon, the black mass began to reveal itself as a ship, one the people of the Lands had never seen. Its sleek, intricate elegance, accompanied with the design of a large, golden leaf woven into the solitary sail proved the ship to be of elvish make, although this was nothing compared to the ships of the local Tirnwood elves. The guards on post watched curiously as the ship drew nearer and nearer to the shores of Lakeside. They kept their weapons in check, figuring the ship was too quiet to be a pirated vessel. They continued to watch as the nimble ship drew up to the shore, making nary a sound save the calm splashing of the waves. A brown-robed, hooded figure was spotted on the bow of the ship, gazing over the land they had just entered. Another figure, also robed and hooded, this one in a dull-golden attire, was making its way towards the starboard side. The way the brighter figure was carrying itself, the guards assumed it was a female. With a quick glance towards the darker form, they noticed in the moonlight long, flowing golden hair tucked inside the hood, as well as shadowed, pointed ears, proving their assumptions correct. The female called softly to the other figure, apparently a male, in a tongue unfamiliar to the human guards. The male spun around slowly, and made his way over to the female, who was lowering a plank to the dock. The female then led the way down to the dock, the male following, lifted the plank, and watched as the ship began to sail away, and back off to the east. One of the guards anxiously slid his weapon out of the sheath, but he was steadied by the other. The two elvish companions on the dock looked over at the guards, who fell silent and watched, perfectly still. The female began to lift her hand, as if she was about to wave, but the male whispered warningly, and the female stopped. The male spun around for a moment, retrieving something from his pack, and the guards took this moment to study the elves' weapons. The female carried a long, beautiful, gem-tipped staff, appearing to be carved straight out of a tree, but glowing as if enchanted. The male, on the other hand, carried a bow, the longest the guards had ever seen, nearly as tall as the elf himself. His quiver seemed to glow with the same hue as his fellow's staff, also as if it was enchanted. The male elf also kept a sword, hidden entirely from the guards, a sword which he had used in many a battle prior to this date, a sword known to the people of his homeland as Ta'Tir, the blade of the elvish god. The male finished and turned back to his companion, muttering something and indicating to the northwest. The female nodded, and with a quick smirk at the guards, the two elves took off in the direction of White Stone City. *** The elves quietly strode down the streets of White Stone City, the area being surprisingly quiet this night. Everyone the elves passed stared, some in curiosity, some in wonder, some in fear. The female turned to the male and asked, under her breath, "Why are they acting this way?" The male shook his head and sighed. "The people of this region have a very limited tolerance. They smile at a familiar face, but they shun a newcomer, especially if a stranger attempts to converse." The female frowned. "Well then, why don't you remove your hood? Doesn't everyone know about the great T..." The male cut her short, his eyes wide. "It's been years since I walked these streets, sister. As soon as I joined that band of adventurers, my name as the owner of that tavern, the famous bartender people approached with their concerns, that part of me completely vanished." He stopped for a moment and looked around, re-oriented himself, and began to walk to the left, avoiding as many people as possible. "Surely..." began the female, jogging to catch up to the male, "Surely there must be someone who remembers you?" The elf stopped and looked up into the night sky at the waning moon. He lowered his hood and closed his eyes, his fair face bathed in moonlight. "Yes, my sister, there are some who remember me. Friends I have not seen in years, decades perhaps...I lost all sense of time once I returned home. But those friends..." he paused for a moment. "Those friends are long gone." He lifted his hood again, making sure his face was completely obscured, and turned into a dark alleyway, making his way to a familiar wooden door. The female looked down and kept silent. She knew there was nothing she could say to comfort her brother at this time...once his old companions were mentioned, conversations became akward, silences extended, and memories reborn. "Well," said the male, once they approached the door. He read the sign above it out loud... "Happy Spirits Tavern and Inn." The male smiled. "At least the same old name's a welcome sight." He turned to his sister, indicated the door, and opened it up wide. The male's eyes widened when, after he made a quick survey of the unchanged, bustling tavern, he noticed a figure, sitting in a long-forgotten seat in the far corner, staring directly at him. "Hello, Tumaros."

Hey hey hey hey hey...what's a reunion without the elf? o_O ...you know...the elf? in the forest? ...name begins with T ...nickname sounds like an antacid... If you haven't figured it out yet, then I guess I'll just go... TO THE REUNION!

All right, guys, I know it's been a while since any action has happened, but could you please stop branching off and at least try to work on the same storyline...if possible? It's getting really hard and confusing to read and add now...thus why I havent posted in some time... I mean, nothing against anyone...all of you are exceptional roleplayers...but... And Eldwen..."On his way he came to some noobs, which he swiftly killed(they went to complain about a bug that fluffies where in DP)." e_e Oh yeah, and it's Monore, not moron =P

Yes...I managed to save the last of the ORIGINAL How Much Longer. So the good 'ol HML crew can return to OUR world :wink: Ok, I am in the process of cleaning it up, but when it's done, I'll post all of the old posts and we can continue on from there. Oh, and I'm also writing a book using the events from the original HML...Aira I know you wanted to help with parts concerning you...but Nardo, and Geelef...if you want to help, feel free to post any ideas about it that you may have. As I work on it and finalize parts, I'll post them here for your opinions. Oh, and I'm here My first post on the new forums... Luv the Smileys

3.17

(Remembers posting this a while ago back in gen chat...?) Maybe I'm just getting old =\

Tumaros stared out beyond the frothing sea at the horrendous creature, quite some distance away but just close enough to send the elf into an enhanced reflex mode. It reared it's ugly head, revealing the creature as the dreaded sea serpent of the Ghealan Ocean that Tumaros had only heard about in fables. Now the elf realized that this was no fable. All the members of the crew fell silent, along with the five companions, all staring in the direction of the wailing beast. They watched as the creature licked its lips, seeming to stare directly at Tumaros. The others shifted their gazes to the elf in wonder and fear. The creature growled once more and splashed into the depths of the sea, momentarily relieving the members of the ship. The sea became deathly calm, the waves reduced to a low, ominous level. As soon as everyone felt they could no longer stand the foreboding silence, a crew member was the first to speak. "Where'd th' bloody creature get off to?" He was answered as a great maw reached out of the ocean, jolting the passengers. It chomped down, tearing off the mast and sails. "No!" shouted Monore, drawing her bow and shooting towards the creature. The arrow bounced off of the serpent's thick skin, only succeeding in provoking the creature. It directed itself at the female elf and within a split second, his tongue lashed out, throwing her off of the boat entirely. Tumaros and Jormane were the first to run to the side of the ship in a desperate attempt to grab her, followed within a moment by Geelef and Nardo. Taking advantage of the cluster of foes, the serpent swung around, it's snakelike tail swinging just above the group. When the tail came down, the ship was reduced to a piece of wood the size of a toothpick. Almost as if on cue, the storm began to pick up again, and the not-so-aquatic elves cried out in fear. Only Jormane was able to grab onto a stray log from the ship's lower quarters, and he swam around to each of the elves, who wasted no time in grabbing on. As soon as the elves figured they were safe from the water, the serpent reared its ugly head once more. A groan passed through the group as they realized they were defenseless, unless they planned on letting go of the log, and idea that failed to appeal to any of them at this time. Tumaros noticed that the serpent was, once more, directing itself at him. With one hand on the log, Tumaros took a chance and grabbed for his sword. The expression on the elf's face was one his companions had never seen before. As the sea serpent quickly flowed over to Tumaros, ignoring the others, the elf found that his sword had been lost in the current. Geelef shouted something to the others, but it was lost in the torrent of rain and wind. As Tumaros began to panic, his grasp slipped from the log, and he was nearly carried to the depths of the sea. Suddenly, an idea came to his whirling mind. Perhaps this would be a good time to test his telekenesis... Focusing all of his energy (all that remained, at least) towards a mental image of his sword, he shouted with joy when he opened his eyes and noticed something familiar floating out of the water, just behind the sea serpent... The great sword of Ta'Tir. Tumaros stopped for a moment, staring at the oncoming creature, and with a smile and a quick burst of energy, summoned the sword towards him at an incredible speed. Just as he hoped, the sword lodged itself in the serpent's back, causing the creature to wail and twitch in pain. Keeping his energy focused, Tumaros muttered an elvish phrase that, although whispered, was audible over the whirling storm. The sword's white glow became a faint blue, and began emitting rays of energy and electricity. The serpent became even more enraged and began slapping the sea with its massive body. The five companions smiled...or, rather, the four companions... No one noticed until too late that the last spell had drained Tumaros of all of his energy, and slowly the elf slid down into the sea, motionless. *** His body was found by a creature that lived far, far under the surface, a member of a forgotten race...a mermaid. "Hah..." grunted the mermaid, after a quick inspection of the elf's body. "I see Nel-ra failed her master..." he said, referring to the great serpent by it's real name. "Orogh...where are you?" came a call from behind the mermaid. "One moment!" replied Orogh. He poked the seemingly dead elf with his spear and, with a smile, hooked the elf's cape onto his spear. He swam away, back towards his companion and his undersea city, a lifeless Tumaros in tow.

Tumaros jumped suddenly, clutching his head and crying out in a frightened Elvish. His companions eyed him nervously, unsure of how to approach the screaming elf. Monore put a cautious hand on his shoulder, holding him still with a surprising strength, and whispered something in a long-forgotten language. Tumaros stood erect, expressionless, emotionless...and slowly shifted back to normal. "What was all that about?" cried Nardo, clutching his chest. "A..." began Tumaros, recognizing the previous event that caused him to jolt. "A vision..." "Another one of your so-called psionic powers?" questioned Geelef, a surprisingly skeptical expression on his face. Tumaros, however, did not notice the expression. His mind was focused solely on the previous vision, burning itself in his mind, of Eldwen, wholly consumed by a dark creature, face to face with the dreaded Anti-Aluwen, Mortos himself. "Tumaros?" asked Jormane, frowning. "What's wrong?" Tumaros spun around. "We need to get to Mynadar," he panted, abruptly breaking into a run. "Now!" The four companions, who had never been given reason to doubt Tumaros's instincts, did not waste a second in pursuing him.

Tumaros lowered his head, ignoring the confused stares surrounding the trio of demigods. "How long has this been going on, Tumaros?" questioned Nardo, his voice sour with hurt. "Yes, and why did you not inform of us this, when we could have been using your so-called 'God' powers to our advantage during our previous adventures?" grumbled Geelef. "It would have helped us out of some of our tight spots, I assure you..." Tumaros returned the gazes, his arms open wide and his shoulders low. "I apologize, but I discovered this upon returning home, many years after our adventures..." "Our adventures?" questioned Nardo, frowning slightly. Geelef, also frowning, directed his voice towards Tumaros, Monore, and Jormane. "Exactly what went on back in your homeland? Tell the truth, my friends, please...keep us in the dark no longer." Tumaros, Monore, and Jormane gazed at each other nervously. With a somewhat reluctant nod from Jormane, the human stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak.

(Okay, I was posting this before Matrixx posted above, so chronologically this comes before his post... ) (Oh, by the way guys...one of my best friends IRL...you may know him..."Jormane"...he should be credited for most of the stuff about my character, his history, etc...kinda hard to explain in a quick OOC comment, but he wants to RP with us...just wanted to let you know that both he and I have a really extensive backstory that we'll probably refer to often...it'll reveal over time, so if you're confused, don't worry. In life, everyone's confused. With that being said...) No more than an hour later, after a quick scan of his fellows, Tumaros rose up quietly, confident that the others were sound asleep. His extra precautions for stealth were virtually useless...the elf wade through a river and remain as silent as the night air. He opened the door, taking one look back to make sure he left without any observation, and entered the hallway. Tumaros looked left, spotting a familiar window at the end of the corridor. He made his way over to the dusty window, one pane violently shattered. (Tumaros held a finger out to tap the edge of the broken glass, but thought better of it looking at the bloodstains surrounding the area.) The elf let out a mute groan and, spinning around, leaned back against the wall below the window. He allowed his body to slide down the length of it, hitting the floor with a soft thud, and closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the night drift through the window and into his mind. He found his thoughts flashing back to a date, a date which could have been anywhere between a week and a century prior...time never really was an issue with the elf. In fact, now with what he had gone through, and what he emerged as, time would no longer be an issue to Tumaros. To him, time was as long as eternity. He remembered the day he and the others had discovered their fate...he remembered his juvenile greed and enthusiasm shifting to bitter reluctance, and ultimately grim acceptance. And now, with the loss of his companion... The elf's already closed eyes scrunched, his face contorting into a grotesque grimace, as he remembered the day he and his sister were separated from their trusted companion...their powerful ally...their eternal friend...forever. "Damn the drow..." Tumaros found himself whispering. "Damn them and all of their kind." Tumaros's heart leaped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes wide, and his jaw dropped when he saw a familiar figure standing above him. "You...you're alive..." Tumaros jumped back in fear as a series of events took place...a drow flew in through the window, sprinkling the figure with glass...the glass took the form of a giant ogre, swinging its' club wildly...the figure formed into a devilish, demonic face... Tumaros woke up from the nightmare moments later, his bed bathed in sweat, when he heard a knock at the door... (Cue Matrixx's post, above) (Oh, and if possible, could you guys hold off and not post for a bit? At least until Jormane posts...because he has an AWESOME idea that ties in perfectly at this exact moment...so if you guys could just refrain until he is activated as a member, that would be really really great ~Tuma)

Tumaros reacted so fast, even his sister was surprised. He jumped up, almost knocking Nardo completely aside, drew his bow and shot directly at the door, far enough ahead of the dwarf to knock him down in surprise, delaying his exit for now. The tavern fell silent. Tumaros stared at everyone for a moment, and then his hand flew up to his forehead. It took him a few moments to realize what just occured. He had no recollection of drawing his bow, and realized his hood had come off somehow. Tumaros and his sister shared concerned glances, Nardo staring in pure, wide-eyed terror. Every moment, the elf he shared many a potion with grew more and more unfamiliar. Something had happened, Nardo figured, something that affected his friend in a way he did not care for... Tumaros lowered his head in shame, and ignoring the fallen hood, strode directly over to the entrance, retrieved his arrow, returned it to his pack, and held out a hand to assist the fallen dwarf, his face expressionless.