És bemész a boltba, megmutatod a képeket, és azt mondod, hogy ezeket kérem?

Na, ezek is lementve... :)

Könyvborítók szöveg nélkül

Halálszárny (The day of the Dragon)
A klánok ura (Lord of the clans)
Az utolsó őriző (The last guardian)
Of Blood and Honor

De ez nem RP... ez egy regény. Gondosan megtervezve, és nem teletűzdelve marhaságokkal, elferdítvén az egészet...

Az RL RP-ről szerintem új szavazás kéne. :)

Hm, akkor tuti elmegyek... :D

Hát, tudod én már azon lepetéztem, hogy a papíros RPG szerint lehet furbolgot és pandarent indítani. Nem vicc, rendesen megvoltak a DnDs szabályok pandarenre meg furbolgra. De mondja a +4 STR meg DEX a trolloknál, megküldve körönkénti HP regenerációval, és csak +1 ECLlel kiscit imbának tűnhet. Tényleg, ha vállalom a szabálykönyvek beszerzését, RPGzünk IRL a fórumtalálkozón? Ha lesz...

Picivel komolyabb ez a regény, minthogy vicceskedvű sörfözők szaladgáljanak benne...

Összegyűltek a Légió ellen? Hál' istennek a pandarenek nem jelentek meg. Kicsit fura lenne, ha pár pandamaci nekiállna részeges-karatemester style fernálokat gyakni...

Borzasztó, mit művel ez a Knaak.
Képes leülni a gép elé, és nyomatni az érdekesebbnél érdekesebb jeleneteket, és nem hagy engem tanulni!!! :P
Gondoltam, megosztok Veletek egy részletet.

War of the Ancients III - The Sundering

The noble’s jaw dropped. His eyes bulged as much as was possible for his kind. The pinch of snuff almost to his nostril crumbled to the floor of the tent like ash as his fingers twitched.
"You have brought what into our midst?"
Rhonin’s expression remained calm. "The one chance we have left of staving the losses and perhaps even winning."
"You have disobeyed a direct order, yes! I shall have you clapped in irons and-"
"And I’ll dissolve them before they lock. Then, I’ll leave the host, as, I suspect, will some of my friends."
It was simply stated, but all there understood the threat. Stareye stared at the three other nobles who had been with him when Rhonin and Malfurion had come to announce the arrival of allies. They returned his stare blankly. None wanted to take the responsibility of urging the commander to rid his force of its most prominent fighters.
The senior night elf suddenly smiled. Malfurion resisted shuddering at that smile.
"Forgive me, Master Rhonin! I speak in haste, yes, in haste! Certainly I would not wish to offend you and yours..." he reached into the pouch, removed some more of the white powder, and inhaled it in one nostril. "We are all reasonable. We shall deal with this in a reasonable manner, however unjustly it was thrust upon some of us." He gave a negligent gesture toward the tent’s flap. "By all means, show the- them in."
...
"Know that Huln Highmountain stands before you, night elf," rumbled the shaggy, bull-headed creature. "Huln of the Eagle Spear!"

"Dungard Ironcutter, speaking for the clans of the Earthen."
The Earthen. Malfurion made certain to remember the last. "Dwarf" was a night elven word, a derogatory one at that.

The bearlike thing behind Dungard suddeny growled. Neither the dwarf nor the tauren paid the fearsome utterance much attention, but Malfurion instinctively backed up a step.
In some ways it reminded him of the twin gods, Ursoc and Ursol, but was clearly a primitive creature.
"The furbolg Unng Ak says that he speaks for the packs" Rhonin translated readily.

Stareye’s nose wrinkled. He did little to hide his contempt. Huln stood as if a rock. Unng Ak grinned, showing many sharp teeth.
Dungard smoked his pipe.
"I would prefer that you douse that instrument," the noble commented.
In response, the dwarf took another puff.
"Insolent! You see what beasts and refuse you expect us to ally ourselves with?" Stareye growled, already forgetting his words to Rhonin. "Our people will never stand for it!"
"As commander, you must make them understand," the wizard calmly returned, "Just as these three and those representing the others had to do so with their own kind."
...
A flash of blue light abruptly burst to life in the center of the tent. Both sides forgot their argument as they attempted to shield their eyes. Malfurion turned away to protect himself noticing only then that Rhonin was unaffected by it all.
The human stepped between the parties. "Enough of this! The fate of Kalimdor, of your loved ones-" He hesitated a moment, his eyes looking into the distance. "Of your loved ones... depends on overcoming your prejudices!"
Rhonin glanced at Huln and his companions, then at Stareye’s nobles. Neither side seemed inclined to have him repeat his blinding display of power.
He vehemently nodded. "Good then! Now that we understand, I think it’s time to talk..."

Jah - ez már nem kerül a FA alá.
December 27. $6.99 és paperback - azaz nem e-book lesz.