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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: anime
Gundam Wing
Posted on 2010-07-12 at 14:09:46.
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: anime
claymore (though the manga is better)
Posted on 2010-07-11 at 15:17:32.
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: im in my zone
kaze no stigma
Posted on 2010-07-11 at 01:44:35.
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: anime
yu yu hakusho
Posted on 2010-07-10 at 15:27:44.
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: oldies huh
bubblegum crisis ( original or 2040)
Posted on 2010-07-10 at 01:53:02.
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: lots of anime
can't believe nobody mentioned evangelion
Posted on 2010-07-09 at 14:18:56.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: here we go
The rain continues to fall as the lithe figure makes her way through the shadows. Even moving through the shadows, at her speed she makes it to meeting place with time to spare. Eyeing the door warily, she makes her way inside to find six chairs around an old table. The letter named six people, so perhaps the informant would stand?
Moving within, she closes the door and proceeds to examine the room. Once finished with the room, she proceeds to examine the rest of the house that is accessible. If this is some form of trap, I won’t be caught unawares. Making her way back to the front room, she sits on the floor between the front door and the back of the house, with her eyes on the table
Slowly, the rest make their way into the house and proceed to sit at the table. Confident that she can use the others if need be to escape, Kammie seats herself in the remaining chair. Each seemed to eye the others. This was certainly a strange group for what could only be a troublesome job. No one wants to meet you at night in an abandoned building to make plans to help the poor. She was just beginning to wonder what the holdup was when the silence was broken.
“I am pleased to see you have all accepted my humble, if short-notice, invitation.” A smooth, low male voice spoke just above a whisper, drifting out of the darkness of a doorway into a bedroom. One footstep echoed through the home. Then a second, and a third. A tall figure, shrouded in a black cloak, slowly emerged. “Gentlemen, gentlewomen. Allow me to introduce myself,” He spoke from beneath the raised hood. “I, am Erkand Vale.”
The sound of the voices raised the hair on Kammie’s neck. Keeping from jumping had required tremendous control.
How, where. These are skilled ones. Perhaps they do know Valeria.
“I hope that my request for your attendance met you swiftly and without alarm. Difficult it may be to ensure that you all attend – particularly yourself,” He nodded gently towards the Krosan. “such delivery measures were required.”
The figure chuckled softly and indicated the rundown abode with a gesture of his gloved hand. “It is less than ideal to host such a…gathering, but for security measures, it is necessary. For myself,” Each participant felt a steely gaze upon them, one by one. “And for yourselves.”
Something about this man. Our lives mean nothing. What is he planning?
A hand darted beneath his cloak, moving like liquid shadow in the flickering light. Casting it forwards, six sheafs of paper hit scattered onto the tabletop. As six pairs of eyes fell upon them, shock welled up within as each member of the group looked at a coal-sketched portrait of themselves, set above a declaration that chilled the blood.
A Reward of Fifty Ketch for Arrest and Detainment, for Participation in the Outbreak of the Scarlet Flashfever and for the Crime of Witchcraft.
-Chief Inquisitor Venaullan
“To be posted tomorrow morning, among many others. I managed to acquire a few copies before they were tacked up.” Erkand’s voice was silk amidst the drawn tension. “I can help to keep you safe from the Temple Knights, but nothing in this world is for free. There is something I, too, am seeking in this desperate time, and your talents are…ideal.” Erkand hissed the emphasis on the last word.
Once again, he looked at each individual seated around the moisture-rotten table. “There is something I need you to locate for me. With your spread of skills, I have contracted you into my service. Your assistance is required. In turn, you shall be aided in avoiding those who would see you on the scaffold, as you all saw this midday.” Erkand chuckled darkly. “And since I hold all the keys to the doors of this little arrangement, it would be in your best interest to assist me.”
Seething with rage, Kammie glares at the man. Such gall. The man himself probably created the papers. I knew it, adults cannot be trusted. But then, perhaps this is another test from Master Valeria. No, then what of these others. I must know if there is a connection. I must find her!
“The guards aren’t exactly happy with me as it is, I don’ need the religus, relig, rel. Don’ need no temple people after me too. Cept, I see no reason to trust you eater. My supply of trust is low dese days. You throw out papers and say dat youse, that you, got them from the temple people. Who’s to say you aren’t just baiting us. Use us for what eva you need, then hand us ova or dipose of us. I bin used and left ta rot before. So talk.”
(OOC: i won't be posting again until after the 22 for finals. just letting you know.)
Posted on 2009-12-16 at 03:39:51.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: I'm still here!
Rain, hate the rain. Though it does make it harder to spot me. Moving swiftly between the crowd, rain dripping down her dusty brown hair, the people don’t even notice the child with the spectacle standing before them. Magic has never been a big concern to Kammie. In all honesty, she had never even seen an example of it. Not entirely sure what the big deal is though. However, big crowds mean payday, and that is something the mischievous rogue understands.
With all eyes glued church man, Kammie makes her way through the crowd, cutting pouches off people at random, sticking them all in a larger pouch on her hip. Don’t want to leave a clear trail right. That’s what ever mentor said. At the thought of her mentor her heart aches. To think she had been abandoned again. Well, when she saves up enough money, she’ll find her mentor and get answers.
“Repent!”
At the sound of the yell, Kammie’s eyes bolt up.
Finally, a response was drawn, though it was uttered slowly, but with extreme force and volume.
“Go....to...hell!”
The Inquisitor lowered his head, allowing his short brown hair to drip water onto his face. “It is a shame there is no other way...”
Locking eyes with the man, Kammie’s heart sinks. The man looks like a farmer. With his death, what will happen to his family. Can farmers even do magic? She would help him if she could, but she knows she would die in the attempt. And she can’t afford to die just yet. She turns away to make her way out of the crowd, and the tears begin to flow.
In a fluid motion, he drew his ornate sword from the belt around the waist of his robe, flourished it once, and struck the head from the neck of the accused.
Breaking free from the crowd, Kammie makes her way down the street and turns into an alley. Catching her breath and wiping away her tears, she puts her hand into her pouch to count today’s profits. To her surprise, she instead pulls out an envelope, one addressed to her! It takes a certain amount of skill to rob someone and get away unseen, but to place an object among the belongings of a thief, what ability! Fortunately, she was taught to read by her mentor. Opening the envelope, it reads:
The times upon us are rapidly changing the world, and I fear not in ways for the better.
How can anything truly be for the better when pointing somebody out and declaring them a practitioner of the black arts, accusing them of heresy and conspiring in the creation of the Scarlet Flashfever, can earn one praise and the other damnation? We are a people who pride ourselves on logic and reason, and yet, this is how the sun sets every day? With an execution in the square that the public goes wild over?
There is a truth to be uncovered here, one that is being hidden from the public eyes. It is a truth that Cardinal-Deacon Ilphian knows, but will not acknowledge. Eyes must be opened in the ways that Mallien would wish, but whether we serve that faith or not, the goal is still commonground.
You are not the only one to be selected in this unveiling. There are many needs to be filled. A sword-arm with a resolve as strong as steel. An open hand, to spread healing in the name of true peace. A voice of the earth, as deep as the mountains themselves. A woodsman, to guide through this twilight hour. A sneak, to slip past even the sturdiest walls. And finally, a spellweaver, even in these darkest times.
It is still the early hours, and the watchful eyes of both town and temple will scour the lives and souls of everybody within and without these walls. But under night’s embrace, the house adjacent to the Burning Treant, in the Warehouse District, will be empty. I expect to see you there, when darkness falls.
E.
Interesting. I hope I can help. Perhaps we can end these horrible public executions. And perhaps get some answers of my own. If the person was good enough to place that letter, perhaps they have heard of my mentor.
Returning to the streets, Kammie returns to the hovel she calls home, and lies down to rest. This evening is likely to be, interesting, and so she wants to be wide awake. Upon awaking, she makes her way through the dark like the sneak she is to her destination.
(OOC: sorry for the delay. Three of my teachers were kind enough to give assignments with a week of school left. Sorry if it's not great, will do better!)
Posted on 2009-12-06 at 17:19:15.
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: four
I'm still around tek!
Posted on 2009-11-29 at 23:22:13.
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Topic: I'm Collecting Birthdays!!
Subject: ages
august the 15th, and as of the last one i hit 21. wooo, legal world wide!
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 16:49:37.
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Topic: Yo, new and Roleplay friendly.
Subject: anime crazies
spread the insanity! i love anime too. How does one do anime as a way of life? Drive a mech to school?
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 04:05:24.
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Topic: What is your Favorite Character Class and Why?
Subject: Ranger??
Ah the ranger. Blow people away from afar, or take em down close and personal. I love them also. Any one here that actually remembers me can attest to that 
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 03:58:02.
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Topic: Dragon Age Origins!
Subject: christmas
Now you know what to send for christmas ey Kaelyn
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 03:49:49.
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Topic: FREEDOM
Subject: Well Done
Congratulations Bob.
It's odd. I've known you since before, during, and after college. Keep up the good work, and be a shining example to all gamers everywhere that it IS possible to game and study. 
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 20:39:50.
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Topic: how many colours can you name in 1 min
Subject: colours
24
Posted on 2008-02-10 at 22:38:33.
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Topic: Where are you from?
Subject: Canadian here
Alabama: t_catt11 (Birmingham)
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California Dragon Mistress, Brianna (mile from Disneyland)
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
District of Columbia
Florida - Admiral (Tampa)
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan: Drakar(St. Joesph)
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada Reno; Greygrey
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio: Eol Fefalas (New Carlisle)
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas: Tann'Talas (San Antonio, Home of the Alamo)
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
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Canada
Ontario - Alacrity & Vanadia (Toronto)
Manitoba - Vilyamar (Winnipeg)
Ontario - Tempest (Brooklin)
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Overseas
United Kingdom - Ginafae (Edinburgh)
Iceland - Skari-dono
The Netherlands - Fantasy & Almerin ('s-Hertogenbosch)
Sweden - Scarab (Jönköping)
Finland - Raven (Oulu)
Posted on 2007-10-27 at 20:29:26.
Edited on 2007-10-27 at 22:07:53 by Almerin
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Topic: Beneath Shadowed Skies...
Subject: Where to go from here
It was over in moments, from handing over the money, to the bandit raising his weapon, to the stranger saving his life. Staring with wide-eyes, Tempest looks at the man who had just saved his life. He hadn’t even sensed anyone else nearby. Clearly this man spends his time concealing himself for Tempest not to notice him at all until he was right in front of him. But, regardless of his profession, the man had just saved his life.
“ I’ve no quarrel with you for killing a man about to kill me. Thank you for your help. Things might have been worse if not for you.” Catching his first good look at the man in the moonlight, Tempest realizes that he is a Mith’ganni. He had met his fellow kin once before, and recognized them now.
At his direction, Tempest bends down and retrieves his coin once more. As he gets a lecture on the important of coin from the elf, Tempest realizes that he could probably use some help. He is not as well equipped for the outside world as he though. Perhaps his brethren will aid him. As he turns to leave, Tempest puts out an arm and calls to him.
“I know very little about the outside world. I can track, and hunt as well as any, but it seems there is much I have to learn. Perhaps we could journey together, at least until Sankirst, if it is in the direction you are going?”
(OC:Anything Tempest says is in response to what Nyx says in Common, becuase as you said, i cannot understand Mith’ganni)
Posted on 2007-08-23 at 20:20:32.
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Topic: Beneath Shadowed Skies...
Subject: Tempest still lives!
Moving across the plains, few plants to be seen in sight, shivers run through Tempest’s body. The woods were where he belonged. He could tell if an animal had passed a spot in days, and tell where it was going in his forest home, but out here where there was nothing but long, ever winding roads, he felt lost. So much open space seemed unnatural. Clearly that was why he had taken a wrong turn and journeyed away from Sankirst. It was no fault of his own, his tracking and directional skills were first-rate.
Now on the right track, Tempest hurried toward his goal, knowing but still denying the fact that it would likely still be in vain. He had missed his chance for adventure. A new land would be discovered without him, new species of plant and animal never before seen. With a curse and a kick to the ground, Tempest had nearly walked into a man on the side of the road before he returned his attention to the world around him.
The man appeared to be enjoying the stars of the night, probably more so than usual with the heavy cloud cover of the previous night. Tempest himself appreciated the stars, when he thought to look at them, but his upset demeanor that night had kept him from looking at them longer than necessary to determine his needed direction. At first glance the man seemed to be from one of the farms around the area, but with the knapsack and crossbow by him, Tempest decided he must be a traveler, like himself.
“”When Tempest neared, the stranger turned slightly, casting a grin over at the elf.
“Evenin’ traveler. Where ya headed?” The scratchy voice identified a man, and one who smoked too much tabac at that.
“Sankirst.” Tempest replied, being polite to the man on the roadside, and began to pick up his stride again.
“Sankirst, eh?” He peered at the elf. “Dur’amani?”
Tempest nodded, moving to walk around him.
“You’re a long ways from home.”
“I like to travel.” Tempest answered him as a cool breeze picked up, ruffling his hair. He winced as it carried the stench of the wanderer to his nose; a smell not unlike pig dung.
Just as the ranger passed the man, a hand shot out and grabbed Tempest’s sleeve, halting him.
“’Fraid there’s a road tax in this trail, friend. An’ the price is pretty high fer people like yerself.” Still grinning, the man wheezed a breath that stank of pipeweed and whiskey. His left hand remained dug into the ranger’s sleeve, and to his dismay, Tempest realized that an oaken cudgel was gripped tightly in the figure’s right.””
Realizing the danger he was in, Tempest immediately set about determining his means of escape. He could attempt to fight off the loathsome drunk with his left-hand, though drawing his sword might be difficult. He could attempt to detach the man from him and run away. Or he could pay the man some money. The first two seemed more likely to get him hurt than to get him away. So despite his better judgment, Tempest pulls out a pouch from his pocket containing ten Rommels.
Living in the forest most of his life, money has very little meaning to him. The money he had acquired he collected as, tax, from the men who would defile his forest home, after he had dealt with them. Holding the pouch out to the drunk bandit, Tempest intends to leave if the man lets him go, but will fight, likely trying to stab an arrow in his eye if the man attacks wanting more.
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 21:07:24.
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Topic: Beneath Shadowed Skies...
Subject: I know, i'm friggin late
Intro:
Moving through the forest, keeping the sun to his back, the ranger makes his way to his prey. The Great Forest around him, Tempest moves from shadow to shadow, tree to tree as he moves to get closer to his enemy. Following the signs the inexperienced leave behind is as natural as breathing to one who has lived most of his life in the wild. Finally, they come into sight. There are five of them, each with axes and bows. Humans who believe they can freely take what they want from the land. Killing for food is natural, killing for clothing is acceptable, but to kill merely for the enjoyment of killing, because they can, that is unacceptable.
Looking down to the men, Tempest can see the dozens of corpses of those they had killed. Innocent creatures that wanted only to live in peace and had that right, until these men took it away. It was time for retribution. Everyone knows of the protector of the forest, and that the penalty for ignoring his laws is death. Removing the bow from his shoulder Tempest pulls out five arrows. Laying in wait above their camp, Tempest waits.
As day falls and night rises, the men begin a fire and begin cooking their prizes. As three leave to go into the woods, Tempest prepares the first arrow. With one in their tent, Tempest aims for the one bye the fire, taking him down without a sound. Drawing his second arrow, he hits the second target as he leaves the tent. Picking up the final three arrows, He moves through the forest so he is off to the side of where the men went into the woods. A few minutes later they return, and Tempest takes out the third, but unlike the first two, his companions notice. Picking up the fourth arrow, Tempest releases it into the face of the man who rushes him. With only one remaining and no time to nock another arrow, he draws his longsword and faces off against the last of the invaders. In short order he is felled, but as he falls, a roll of parchment escapes his pack. Picking it up and reading it in the dimlight of the fire, it says :
“Seeking assistance in search of grandeur.
Famed Veytheir explorer Jacques le Vert, notorious adventurer and treasure hunter, has recently made known an ancient map that reveals the continent as it was a hundred years ago, but for one critical difference; an island cluster off the northern coast of Galia. As this does not match any modern maps, it is a chance to spike out and claim territory in the name of our guild.
A call is being issued out to those with hearts of steel, with brawn and intellect, daring enough to challenge the unknown, to set out to a lost land to lay claim and see what has not been seen in over a century. Any who accept, and return with information regarding this new land, as well as proof to back the claim, will be rewarded with one thousand Rommels, as well as immediate membership into the ranks of our guild.
Any who are interested are to assemble at the Blazing Heretic Inn and Tavern in the Harbour District on the eve of the 5th of Mairon. An interview and selection process shall thereupon be conducted.
~A.”
Perhaps this is the sign he has been waiting for. Time to leave the forest, and experience what nature has to offer elsewhere.
Slinging, his bow over his shoulder and retrieveing his arrows, Tempest puts out the fire and heads out into the night.
Posted on 2007-07-13 at 00:50:56.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: reply
My favorite class and race would have to be an elven ranger.
My first name is Tim.
Posted on 2007-03-29 at 12:40:13.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: yo
hold
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 13:23:17.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: meeee
claw
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 07:15:23.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: make it so
your name is now Godfrey Thumperbottom
I wish i understood calculus
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 13:08:03.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Psycho anyone?
stab
Posted on 2006-11-25 at 08:54:55.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: me again?
slam
Posted on 2006-11-24 at 10:22:35.
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