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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: Where to go
Sounds ok to me, although I've no idea what would await our heroes in Orgstall. Fontenouq is the land of elves and especially High Elves, if my memory works ok. And they might not be very welcoming. 
But works for me.
Posted on 2013-11-25 at 08:55:21.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: Hey!
Thanks! I just hope it wasn't too messy. It sort of got out of hand. I liked yours very much too! Good to be playing together again!
Posted on 2013-11-22 at 23:26:40.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers
Subject: A king? Who, me?
Not bothering to put on his new, shiny elven armor, Damar stuffed it into his backup treating the wondrous suit just like any other armor he had ever had. He didn't consider the mail shirt anything special really. It was just another tool with the purpose of keeping him safe from enemy attacks. Perhaps it was the environment he had grown up in that made the noble elf consider such incredibly expensive things customary. Andamarithalan had been surrounded by beauty, both natural and elven made ever since he had been brought home from the temple. Jewelery, gems, beautiful paintings and sculptures along with shining suits of mithril plate armor and weapons were nothing out of the ordinary at the House of Lanaenil as was only befitting the ruling family of the Aenochian woods.
As Mad Dog placed the eyepatch on his hand, Damar raised an eyebrow and cast a querying look at his employer, but dismissed the question on his lips with a shrug. The man doubtlessly had his reasons for offering the ranger the foolish looking patch. Damar had to raise his eyebrow a second time as Mad Dog seemed to have read his next thoughts and started talking about a new set of clothes for him. The elf nodded in agreement and thanked their host for his help.
As the evening was more or less over by then, Damar left without a word and headed to his room and crashed down on his bed overwhelmed by exhaustion. Since his espace from the Fromian Ostuary, the elf hadn't gotten a chance for proper rest. Even though his kind could go on for very long periods of time without sleep, he did need to rest and relax every now and then. Although the trip back had taken the better part of three weeks, the seas had been so rough that even meditation had been nearly impossible for him. So now even the hard mattress of his room felt better than the luxurious bed in his quarters back at home ever had.
It was long into the next day when Damar woke up. The sun was high up in the sky, but the young (by high elven standards) man felt better than he had in a long, long time. A wash and a small meal later he was a new elf as he stepped outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. Having no money and no spare set of clothes, the ranger had to wear the ragged remains of his old ones. It didn't really bother him at all, but for some reason it made him think about his elder sister Malaina. They'd never really gotten along, but he knew she would've gotten a raving fit had she seen him walking down the Halls of Light garbed in such tatters. She'd always called him a disgrace, half-brother and even bastard. That's why especially when younger, Damar had made it his habit to act according to Malaina's expectations whenever she was around, except in the presence of their father of course. One did not simply walk into an audience with the king in whatever clothes.
Being an elf, passing time was never a problem for Damar. He could sit crosslegged on a rock and watch a nearby stream flowing for hours and in fact that was pretty much all he now did until the day had turned into evening. There was a nice little tavern built right next to the Innes. It had a terrace with tables overlooking the river and it was Damar's most favorite place in the whole city. Being a being of the woods, he didn't enjoy the life in the human settlements too much and had a habit of taking walks in the lands around Heristat whenever possible. But today he was still feeling somewhat tired and simply sat through the day sipping wine and watching the people, local and visiting, pass him by.
As the streets got quieter and the sun started to make its way down behind the treeline, Damar felt like his old self again. He got up, waved his thanks to the waiter and headed towards the shop Mad Dog had given him the directions to. "Caribros Clothier & Curious Curios", the sign said. The name rang a bell, an old bell. He'd known a man called Caribros once, back at home. Could it be the same Caribros? The sign was very well made and there was something familiar to it. Nodding to himself, the ranger walked to the door and stepped inside.
The lighting inside the shop was surprisingly bright. The lanterns were clearly of elven origin and probably had some sort of a permanent spell on them. What little Damar knew of magic he had learned from his brothers who had always mocked his mind - too simple to comprehend even the simplest of cantrips, they used to say. He had no idea how the illumination spells worked, but he'd seen them in use ever since he'd been a baby. It apparently took a powerful mage to make the light burn for all eternity and to enable controlling it by power words. But even after the long, cold war, there were still numerous magicians living in the Aenochian forest capable of of such tricks.
Standing at the doorway, Damar had a look around. There were beautifully made clothes everywhere and surprisingly many people present too. A familiar looking half-elf moved from customer to customer with polite remarks and suggestions to everyone. There was a brief eye contact between the proprietor and Damar and they both shared a quick smile before Caribros moved to the next customer. It took the tailor a better part of an hour before he finally closed and locked the door behind the last customer. What the man did next, took Damar by surprise. Or the bow, he had known to expect, but the half-elf's words he had not.
"My Rightful King!"
Damar knew he was no king, but a prince still. Technically speaking at least. Andamarithalan Lanaenil was the youngest of king's children and as such entitled to be called a prince. But each of his six siblings thought differently. Or half-siblings, as they liked to point out with words as cold as ice. No, he was no king and never would be. His father was still very much alive as were all of his brothers and Malaina. But the ranger knew very well why the tailor would call him such. And Caribros' story proved him right. Now, Damar could not and would not credit himself for the better behavior of the other princes and the princess earlier on. A vain person might try to convince himself so, but that was not him. No… He hadn't been gone for long and they had been acting strange for years, decades even. And Damar's return would change absolutely nothing.
But the truth was that Aliathanal, Thelion, Theranalil, Celerinthalan, Ianaranal and Malaina had for different reasons started to use their position and power to further their own needs and desires a long time ago. They were all adults, well trained and rich. And there weren't too many things or people in the forest kingdom that could stand in their way. Fortunately though the sextet was not united and didn't even get on well with each other. And despite their selfishness, Damar's siblings seemed to respect their parents and the Council of Light. Nevertheless, he was happy to see Caribros in good shape and well off. He'd seen the marks of the purge himself before he had left his home behind almost a year ago. The king's children, Damar excluded, did consider elves and especially the Shindolay superior to any other being on Aihrde. And although the Law of Elders specifically said all benevolent members of all races were welcome to visit and even stay in the Forest, the six had other thoughts. They wanted the kingdom to be free of all tainted blood, especially the half-elvish.
The two men talked all the way through the selecting, fitting and measuring of clothes and carried on late into the evening while enjoying wonderful elven tea and light dinner. Caribros had indeed escaped the persecution Damar had foreseen a few years back. The actions of his siblings had made him feel sick as did his own powerlessness to interfere. He had tried to talk to the king, but the old man had not wanted to hear any of his accusations. The youngest son had become a liability from the moment he had been born. He was a byproduct of the terrible war nearly two hundred years ago when the King had in his lust fallen for the bait of sorceress. Or so the ruler of the Aenochian elves claimed. Anything else would have been too embarrassing. So Damar was a son of the King, but not the Queen and that made his word worthless against his that of his brothers or sister.
The identity of Damar's real mother was no secret. The High Sorceress Aliana had made sure everyone knew the king's youngest child was hers as well. Having a child living in the palace made her position in the Council assured for as long as the king lived. Being the most powerful magic wielder in the kingdom helped too of course as her skills were needed from time to time. But the powers she had gained during her centuries of study and research had also turned the woman somewhat eccentric. Many considered the Mad Witch dangerous and even a threat to the nation. Therefore even the Queen believed, at least officially, that her husband had been under some spell on that tragic night of lust with Liana.
Damar could've stayed through the night at Caribror's place chatting about homeland, but he could see the half-elf was tired. And although the tailor would never had said so, Damar felt the man wished to retire for the day. Therefore he let out a yawn of his own and shook his head tiredly. "My dear Caribror. This has been a wonderful evening, but I have only just arrived from a long trip to south and I still feel a little weary because of it. I would love to carry on remembering the good old times of home with you, but I believe it would be good for us both to head to bed for a full night's sleep." The tailor nodded in agreement, but did his best not to seem eager to get rid of his "Rightful king".
In the meanwhile, the tailor's apprentice had finished the cutting and the sewing and the whole outfit was ready for Damar to change into. He left his old gear for Caribros' safekeeping and ordered another outfit better suited for town life for later use. But before Damar had a chance to leave, the half-elf had a couple of surprises up his sleeve. He first sent the lad home and locked the door again behind him. Caribros then opened a drawer and pulled out six identical patches and began stitching them into the new garments. Damar nodded to the faithful follower's explanation about their purpose and patiently waited for him to finish the task. But it was not all…
The ring was extremely beautiful and when he held it in his hand, Damar could almost feel the elven magic radiating from it. "Ring of Revealing", Caribros called it. The tiny band of gold held immense power within - power that would be most useful to a loner like Damar. Just by looking at the ring, he would be able to tell a friend from a foe, even at a distance. The ranger didn't believe he could ever trust magic completely, even when it was created or used by his kin. But sometimes there were situations when his intuition and skills were not enough and in those times the ring would come in handy - it might even save his life.
Later when the night had already fallen and Damar lay awake in his bed, he held the ring between his thumb and forefinger and admired the leaf and the colors in the pale moonlight. It had worked just as Caribros had said it would. A smile appeared on the chiseled, handsome face. Perhaps things had taken a turn for the better. Perhaps on this next mission they would not all die...
Posted on 2013-11-22 at 21:50:24.
Edited on 2013-11-22 at 21:51:19 by Raven
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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: Ok
Sounds good to me. I did indeed forget the rations. Let's make it 10 days. Same kind of set of clothes will do fine as the group will be heading out on another mission soon.
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 15:46:35.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: Whoah!
Congrats on the rewards, Ziklag! You deserve them.
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 08:03:28.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers QnA
Subject: hehe
 Thanks Hammer!
I'm happy to be part of the game and I'm really looking forward to playing with you guys.
Damar's shopping list:
80 x Silver Arrow for Bow
Silver Elf Long Sword (to replace his lost blade)
Elf Mail Shirt (to replace his torn leather armor)
3 x Potion of Cure Serious Wounds (5 Servings)
New set of clothes
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 07:54:13.
Edited on 2013-11-14 at 07:59:24 by Raven
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Topic: Olan out for a week
Subject: Nice
Have a nice trip, Olan and say hi to the family from me!
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 07:52:25.
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Topic: Treasure Seekers
Subject: Hiya
Having arrived before the mixed bunch of adventurers Mad Dog called "Seekers", Damar got the honor of being the first to share his report of the mission he had embarked on nearly eight weeks earlier with seven others. The pale skinned elf sighed, took a mouthful of wine from his goblet, swallowed it slowly and looked Mr. Muldoon in the eye. He'd nodded his greetings to a few of the newcomers, but didn't take a closer look at any of them yet and he wasn't planning to until he'd spilled out the last bits of the tale. A bard might have stood up to engage her audience better, but Andamarithalan Lanaenil was no storyteller or entertainer and he didn't consider anyone present his superior - Mad Dog included. So he remained seated and began to speak with is smooth, perhaps surprisingly musical voice. Damar's articulation was clear, but it was obvious he just spoke that way. It was no act.
"Fromian Ostiary…" Damar shook his silvery-haired head sadly. "A place just as terrible as every legend of it claims it to be… Had I… Had we really known what to expect, I am quite positive none of use would have agreed to go. Some of us had heard the stories of course, but we believed them to be fairytales of old women and madmen. We should.. No… I should have known better." The ranger took another sip of his wine and carried on: "But it is too late to say such things any more. They are dead now, every single one of them." Damar let his gaze wonder on the people sitting around the table without really seeing them. He was somewhere far away in his mind "You see, you are not the first group of brave souls to accept a mission from Mad Dog here and I am fairly sure neither were we." By then the green eyes had stopped on Mad Dog's. The look on the elf's face was not one of anger, disappointment or even sorrow. It simply lacked any emotion.
"I am sure Mr. Muldoon has no objections, if I reveal the people gathered here the purpose of our mission so far south?" Damar glanced at Mad Dog, but didn't really wait for his approval before carrying on: "There were eight of us who had been hired to take another of Mad Dog's ships to the Fromian Ostiary. I do not know whether you are familiar with the place, but would not be surprised if not as none of us were… The ostiary is a smallish island at the mouth of river Fromia. It is placed in the middle of the entry to the river that leads deep into the lands of once mighty Aenoch and therefore a perfect place for watching over the ships sailing in the area or to stop an enemy fleet from gaining a swift entry into the Aenoch Valley and further. So that was exactly what Emperor Sebastian Oliver did. He built a mighty, unbreachable fortress to guard the river."
"And it was the fortress we were headed to. It has been abandoned since the fall of the emperor and has fallen in to decay and ruin. But tales reaching even my home in the Aenochian Forest have been telling of lights in the windows of the keep and unearthly sounds carrying miles away from the place. So when Mad Dog here proposed we travel to the place looking for a magical crown once worn by the Emperor himself, I was not really jumping up and down with joy. And for a good reason." The elf took another sip of his wine and took a deep breath. "For although the Aenochians have deserted the fortress and its keep too a long, long time ago, we soon found out that it was from empty…"
Damar's tale goes on for a good half of an hour as he tells of the fate of his companions in close detail. It is clear the ranger is not a charismatic tale-spinner like a bard would be, but even still his story may be quite captivating for those interested in stories with nightmarish events and terrible fates. Although Damar isn't trained in the art of storytelling, he has been listening to and reciting tales for decades as such is the way of his people. In addition to written testimonies, the Aenochian elves have a custom of telling the tales of the ancestors to their children in order to keep the history alive with color and emotion. The tradition ties the people together in a powerful way making those who have already passed into eternity seem closer and more familiar too to those walking in the halls and yards build by their forefathers.
The group that had left Heristat a little less than two months ago had faced trouble ever since they had reached the Sea of Shenal. Their way had been filled with terrible winds reaching the speeds of a full-blown gale, storming rain pouring hailstones large enough to crack a man's skull. The ship's captain had lost three members of his skilled crew to the storm and would've turned back had the rest of his sailor's not voted for sailing onwards. And then there were the pirates… Two black ships had followed and attacked the long ship in the Long Neck only a couple of days before they would've reached the Ostiary. Without the adventurers on board, Mad Dog's ship would have been sunk for sure. But the three mages, three powerful warriors, a cleric and an archer had turned the tide to their favor, but not without a high cost. Maria, the human priestess had been caught unawares by a bolt from a pirate ballista. With her spine broken and heavy internal bleeding and no one else with healing powers, her companions had been powerless to save her. And where they were heading, having a cleric with them would've been vital.
When the damaged longship finally reached the waters surrounding the once powerful fortress, they hit an eerie calmness and silence. The waters that should have been flowing away from the mighty river were running around in circles very slowly leaving the area free of currents. And although there was a plenitude of fishes swimming in the water, there were no seabirds flying around and no cries filling the air… No cries other than the blood-freezing scream cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter when the ship was nearing the calm. There was no sailing to the island and the crew refused to row the ship any closer, so the adventurers were forced to take a rowing boat across the last 500 yards.
Finding the crown had not been easy. On the way Damar had lost three more companions to the undead roaming the halls of the fortress. Zombies and skeletons wearing torn Aenochian rags and carrying rotten and rusty weapons had attacked the group in seemingly endless numbers. With no godly powers to turn and destroy the unearthly monsters, they had really been fighting for their lives. Unfortunately Dolg, a strong dwarven fighter, had been overwhelmed by a dozen or more undead as he had gloriously tried to keep the unarmored magic-wielders safe. His sacrifice had not been in vain, at least not at the time, although one of the two remaining mages had perished too before the group had managed to lock themselves inside the keep. The third one to fall was a northern barbarian called Torg, who was too hasty in opening the small chest containing the crown when they finally reached the small chapel it was located in. The poison had still been very potent after all the years and had reached the warrior's heart in minutes.
And it was then, that all hell broke loose. The remaining members of the group were planning on how to get out and back on the ship safely, when the cry they'd all heard before rang so loud it hurt. The force of the scream was so strong it shattered the healing potion Damar had had in his hand sending shards of glass all around. A ghastly apparition resembling the form of a beautiful, young human female slowly rose through the tiles on the floor. Its eyes were shining with hatred and unnatural power and its phantasmal hands were reached out towards the adventurers. Thanks to his elven blood and reflexes, Damar was first to act. Unlike one the others, and he still didn't know who, the elf was able to move. Too terrified to worry about his companions, Damar made for the closest exit and ran for his life. And he ran and he ran until he reached the outer wall of the fortress. There were probably other, slower undead beings running and crawling behind him trying to catch the ranger and kill him. But the silver-haired elf was totally oblivious to them and only wanted to leave the place at once.
Standing on the wall, Damar regained control of his body and mind and risked a look back. There was no sign of the other people hired by Mad Dog and he could only see waves of slow-moving (fortunately) monsters coming towards him with mindless determination. There was no way he could have reached the gate they had used to enter the place. There was no going back either. The drop from the wall was considerable, but there was a single old tree some 4 meters from the wall. Not wasting another moment, Damar took a few steps back, launched himself into a sprint and jumped…
And he nearly made it. It was a long drop, but fortunately the breaking branches slowed the ranger's fall enough to keep him alive. He did hit the ground shoulder first however and a flash of pain ran through his body. To the elf's great surprise and relief the zombies and the skeletons never followed him down over the wall. It had a been a tormenting row back to the ship with only one arm operational, but what had made it worse were the screams he heard on the way… The screams of his former companions…
The elf remained quiet throughout the rest of the meeting listening carefully to the stories the others had to share and enjoying the meal.
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 13:50:23.
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Topic: Gygax Magazine
Subject: Yay
I was seriously considering buying the printed one, but $35 for 4 issues plus $34 for shipping... Maybe just a bit too much. Will definitely get the electronic version though.
Posted on 2013-08-11 at 18:53:07.
Edited on 2013-08-11 at 18:53:25 by Raven
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Topic: Pirates of Ratan Player Recruitment
Subject: Yay!
Come one people, read up and join the game! I can assure Hammer is one the best DM out there or in here. Wonderful adventures await you... and me.
Posted on 2013-07-21 at 07:45:13.
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Topic: Adventures in Aihrde
Subject: Nice!
Hoo! Ten people. Well done. I will most certainly be lurking.
Posted on 2013-05-27 at 19:07:23.
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Topic: Flickerchat, flickerchat, go away!
Subject: Yay!
And the hot tub, Gruggster. Musn't forget that.
Sounds cool, Olan. Go for it!
Posted on 2013-05-22 at 11:51:10.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Whaaaaa?
I thought I already did.
The wrap up was very good. I really liked it. I think it was good to just move things forward and get us back in the tavern. Now we can start from a clear table, which reminds me that I owe you guys a post.
Posted on 2013-05-07 at 09:08:50.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Yay!
Woohoo!
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 20:18:29.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: :)
Well I certainly did like the ending a lot, but would not wish to see it as the final entry in the tale of the Leather Coat Avengers. I've had an absolute blast playing with you guys and even though the game came to halt as RL ate up our time here and there, I'd still like to carry on should the opportunity arise.
You have my thanks for sharing this great experience with me and I hope we can turn another page, start another chapter soon!
Posted on 2013-04-23 at 08:23:36.
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Topic: What would you say about a Loaded Dice return?
Subject: We wants it back
Yana? Now how cool is that! Yay!
Posted on 2013-04-17 at 18:01:05.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Aye Captain
Hi guys! Moving the game forward sounds very good to me. (Again sorry for not being around of late.) And I certainly wouldn't mind another person joining the LCA.
Posted on 2013-02-18 at 06:13:30.
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Topic: TSR and WotC Products available
Subject: Nice
Must have a look-see.
Posted on 2013-01-26 at 05:27:21.
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Topic: The Hobbit
Subject: Yeppah
Thanks, Almerin. Exactly what I thought. No she hasn't seen the LotR as those are rated K-15 (K= forbidden for kids under) in Finland. And I personally think the violence is quite rough in LotR. And they might be quite scary too for her. Actually she's only seen the Star Wars movies this year or episodes 4-6 and 1-2.
Posted on 2012-12-25 at 20:11:08.
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Topic: The Hobbit
Subject: Sounds good
Haven't seen it yet, but I'm hoping to very soon. Almerin, what's your take on the movie, would it be ok for a 11-year old girl or is it too violent?
Posted on 2012-12-22 at 19:43:10.
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Topic: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Subject: Yay!
Merry Christmas everyone!
Posted on 2012-12-22 at 19:39:37.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Sorry, my friends.
Bah... I was supposed to write a post a long time ago. I'm really sorry guys for not being able to do it. Life has been tossing me around and around (nothing serious, don't worry) and I haven't had too much free time or energy left during the evenings or weekends.
Sorry again and in any case Have a very, very merry X-mas!
PS. Hopefully we'll be able to revive this game in 2013. And of course, you're free to do so without me.
Posted on 2012-12-12 at 19:23:30.
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Topic: Anyone getting the new baldurs gate game?
Subject: hmm
I'm tempted. Then again I probably don't have the time to play it through again. And I'm waiting more for Project Eternity to arrive, but that is of course a very looooong wait.
Posted on 2012-11-23 at 13:23:20.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Still here
Sort of. RL eating up my Inn time again really bad.
I have to confess I had forgotten the Leather Coat Avengers game. Or I haven't forgotten it of course, but I was under the impression Hammer was away for a few months or so?
I guess I sort of thought we'd be hearing from our dear DM when he's ready to fire up the game again. But I admit I haven't been able to read the posts at the inn as much as I'd like to lately and probably have missed a thing or two.
Posted on 2012-10-11 at 17:55:21.
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Topic: Meeting an RDI icon
Subject: Since Finland is too far away...
I'll propose Thailand. It's not exactly halfway between the US and Finland for example, but it would be warm and cheap.
But seriously, I'm really envious to you guys. I've only met one Innmate (or ex-member actually) twice, and that was maaaaaany years ago in London. I'd love to meet you all, but unfortunately it's not exactly a short hop from Europe (especially Finland) to US or Canada. And I'd naturally have to take the whole family with me, so it wouldn't be cheap either. But one day... Toronto isn't really that far, is it?
Oh and having seen Eol's fabulous art before, I definitely want to see some Star Wars drawings!
Posted on 2012-08-23 at 19:16:52.
Edited on 2012-08-23 at 19:20:10 by Raven
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