I have decided to retell some of my greatest Tibian adventures here, in story form. In some cases names may be changed, but the stories will remain accurate otherwise. Of course non in character dialogue will also be changed to hold more of a role playing sense. Poetry relative to my adventures will also be posted here.

Some of these are from my personal library in game, a lot of stuff buried in my depot after I lost my house. Wish me happy hunting.

Index
Plains of the Dead
Journal of a Necromancer: Part One, Two, and Three
Jinx's Journey into the Brotherhood of Bone: Part One, and Two
The 'Holly Crab' a Merry Old Joke
In a Tomb Buried By Sand

All our sorrow and dread,
It seeps into a place,
A place full of the dead,
Where man was driven mad,
And life dissipated,
Where insanity struck,
And nightmares stuck,
The place of darkness and dread,
The place of the dead,
A place to glimpse into the past,
The past which will never last,
Where we never wish to tread,
This is the place of the dead,
Where one grave but many bodies lie,
where nothing lives but all dies,
Where we cannot stop destruction,
The lands of the dead, the ghostlands.

Jinx Sorcerer of Shadows (Friday, November 9, 2007) Plains of the Dead

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Journal of a Necromancer: Part 1

I have done it, I have mastered the test of those foolish Nightmare Knights. Then I turned against them and joined the ranks of the greatest necrotic up rise in the history of the world, I will break all the limits of time, I will make new what the fools of old thought were the rules of our universe, I will become eternal, and in my death I will be reborn as one of the greatest necrotic bodies in eternity, the gods will bow to me, and the mortals shall praise me, the era of a new time is upon us, my time. Those Brotherhood will give me power, and I will triple, no I will amass it 50 fold and turn it on them, they will regret calling me a maggot.

Part 2

In these times I find it hard to study with all these distractions. But I never seem to run out of corpses. My concoctions are incomplete. I do not have what I need to finish them. I am missing demon essence, demon dust, shadow herbs, and a few other ingredients that make up a good proportion of my concoctions.
I am beginning to wonder if all these days of hard work living in the poorer community of this frozen city are worth it. I have tried to strengthen my attempts to use up spare time but it does not work well. I can only hope that things begin to pickup. It is hard to work especially since I do not have much to do and become easily board with these few ingredients I have. Time and time again I work to find the way to bring back Goshnar. So far I have failed. Maybe I will never move up and remain a Larvae forever. But I shall not think about it anymore. I must get back to my work.

Part 3:

The experiments are not going so well. There was the accidental mutations caused with a subject and it had to be destroyed.
When the second subject breathed in the dust I fused together they simply died. Both of them are useful now still but not as useful.
I am going to see if I can perfect the concoction, It would be perfect. The infectious gasses have caused damage so far and the cure needs to be continuously adjusted. I will get it right and then my lord Goshnar will rise again.
For now I must continue my works and see if the feats can be beat.
The third experiment was... okay... but not perfect, the effects were only temporary then he returned to the undead form that he was to begin with.

I am going to do this soon.

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Jinx's Journey to the Brotherhood of Bones: Part 1

A new chapter has been added to my life, my team split into two sub-teams to attack and finish from the inside the Brotherhood of Bones and the Nightmare Knights, of coarse we have to learn their secrets first but all in good time. But strangely I can just feel my self slipping away from my goal for the power of these necromancers an evil and ancient power. I am going to rule this place I can't fall for the ideals of these people I have to finish my mission. But I suppose, no I have my duty and my job. And it will lead us to control this earth, and recreate it in our vision.

Part Two

I don't understand the studies of ancient history, it takes to long I might as well be a rune making mage. I don't understand these silly people and their insane ideals. They don't make sense it's like listening to complete gibberish, I only hope to advance high enough, I could say that Red Moon will have something to do... at least I hope so.
Oh well not everything can be helped, its for a good cause too so its not all bad. I just don't get it, it's all about summoning creatures, especially undead. I hope the day I get away is soon. Chances are slim though so I better not keep my hopes too high. Don't need them crushed.

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I wanted an adventure a fun one with twists and turns,
Then they said to armor up they would take me to the holy crab,
I suited up and loaded my crossbow,
I trudged through port hope and found the pit,
The two of them waiting just a bit,
Now they said to be careful and to watch my step,
So I shot bolt upon bolt into my enemy,
When finally I saw a sign up ahead,
I lit my torch and I put on my stealth ring,
When I looked at the sign to see what it read it said 'cave of the holy crab',
I looked toward my comrades and turned toward the hole,
I cast the spell that me a protective glow,
They went down first and I went down last,
I killed a small crab it was an easy task,
I was tricked, befuddled, hoodwinked,
I griped all the way back out of the tunnel knowing one thing,
'The holy crab was no adventure but it was a good joke'.

Jinx Bearz (Saturday, November 10, 2007) The 'Holy Crab' a Merry Old Joke

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My team continued through the shafts,
Where creatures laid there deadly wrath,
Where undead walked with crippled bones,
And shouts were heard threw hollow stones,
Where sound surrounded all we know,
Where darkness crept and did not go,
Where insects lay in wait for a meal of tasty meat,
All we saw and all we heard were those sound of the deadly bird,
The chambers filled without regret with things our nightmares set,
Shadows broke the light and we were trapped throughout the night,
In the tomb under tar we had slain many upon many there,
We walked carefully with each step and though we lived without a fret,
In the tomb buried by sand,
Where no man should walk twice,
I just walked thrice.

Jinx Bearz (Saturday, November 10, 2007) In a Tomb Buried By Sand

Loved it, Jinx.

Ta.
-Zanko

Thanks, I plan to write more and see what else I can't find inside my libraries.