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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: I must say...
This looks quite interesting, as though I was not already stretched to my limit, not counting the pair of essays quickly approaching.
I can already imagine the creative antics that would be invoked by my friend, should Reralae take interest in this concept. Paricularly in toying with the idea of being a crew from about any walk of history.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 05:25:33.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: I call this “Forced Displacement by Creative Use of Momentum”
The small Linsemptus fell under Mist’s shimmering blade, shunned from the world by concentrated holy will. In fact, all around the camp similar victories were met, and the sight of rapidly fading Scouts repeated before Willow’s eyes. However by the time Willow could leap into action against a fresh and live foe, a wail broke free of fearless Deunan’s lips, which swiftly died in her throat as did she. In almost the next moment, that cold spectre of a girl, Xira, returned the favour paid by the Foot Soldier with a fell blow from her scythe.
Deunan’s last utterance before death took her was paled before the tremendous screech released by her murderer. The force of the sound caused Willow to recoil with grim satisfaction. Forcing herself not to become any further sickened by seeking out the noble warrior’s body, Willow looked for the remaining challengers. Dusk and one foe were trading blows nearby, but something more dreadful caught her eye. The dwarf from up north had frozen in place before a threatening opponent. His pained expression coupled with the white ripple across his torso meant trouble.
With the surge of force intended to combat the Foot Soldier not moments ago, Willow sped toward the dwarf. She allowed her much trusted instincts to guide her rescue. She sailed over the small campfire that would have otherwise suffered the indignity of being destroyed, and shot for Manalagna like a sprinting deer, albeit an angry and dangerous one. Without heed to the small scout, Willow rammed into the dwarf at a rather severe speed, throwing both of them to the ground.
Now that she was between the predator and its prey, Willow rolled onto her back, supporting herself with one hand while threatening the aggressor with the blade in the other. She held the enemy locked in her gaze at her sword point, waiting for it to move. The death of their leader seemed to rattle the morale of the minions. Did they have morale? Whatever affect of loosing their leadership had on the few remaining monsters, it did not deter their resolve to their mission.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 05:16:39.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: hehe
No worries- It's my post we're really waiting on. I'll come football tackle you out of the way or something.
Posted on 2008-11-24 at 00:56:34.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Alright now~
You guys all have to treat me really nicely - the Charisma level 2 says so XD
Anyway, there is my little weird one, Guinevere, with last name finally decided upon. Appearance is level 1, so if that might change anything about your mental image.
You know, of my two girls (Willow from the other AoD, whom you peeps don't know anything about) one is exceptionally tall, the other, short. Well, not exceptionally short, but enough that you don't have to worry about looking up to her.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 06:18:33.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: The Unapologetically Odd and Daringly Weird
Guinevere gazed through the window into the night. The prairie rolled by in endless waves. Under the faint light cast by the crescent of moon that held dominion over the night scene, the view from her window was beautiful. She was held, transfixed in her own thoughts just as much as in the landscape beyond the glass. Initially Guinevere glanced up to watch the sun set, the train angled just so that she could see it ahead of the train. After the last golden drop had vanished from the horizon, she couldn’t turn away until the entire sky had been converted into night. Only then did she glance away when the lights were dimmed. It would have been better if they didn’t insist on keeping the lights on in the car, however dim they adjusted it for the sleepers.
The girl wore a black hoodie that was at least a size, or maybe two, too large for her, with a rabbit embroidered on the left. Her hair, the lightest of light blonde, fell out of her hood on either side of her neck. It probably would reach as far as her shoulder blades if it ran down her back. On the occasions when she glanced away from the window that had held her attention for most of the journey, a thin scar could be seen, running from just below her left eye toward her ear. The mark did not seem to detract from her pleasant beauty, however, rather having an endearing quality. The miniature girl, looking to be in her mid-later teens wore a skirt and jeans together, with a developing hole in the right knee. On her feet, her chosen foundation was of brown and black boot/shoes, probably designed more for wear and tear – of which they seem to have seen much – than for fashion.
Then the small town, only stop on her voyage between home with gran and gramps and the city, came into attention. It would be unfair to say that then it came into view, for on the plains, things came into view the moment the light could reach your eyes, not counting on the curvature of the Earth. The train never stopped here for more than a few minutes. Maybe it was a secret place that was infested with demons, or it was the subject of a governmental conspiracy, and so stopping for long enough to drop off passengers – besides those who were in on the secret – was not allowed.
An announcement came over the P.A. "We apologize for any inconvenience; however, we will have to delay our departure due to some temporary maintenance. We hope to depart in ten minutes, at 11 o'clock pm at the very latest. We thank you for your understanding."
There goes a perfectly good conspiracy.
The disabled woman across from Guin woke from her sleep on her husband’s shoulder for a moment. She sent a pleasant smile, instant message, to the woman. They were so sweet together. The song on her MP3 changed to a coincidentally appropriate tune.
Then an alarm went off in Guinevere’s mind, a sixth sense that alerted her to incongruities and peculiarities. A woman dressed as a conductor stepped into the car with a folder under her arm. The moment of excitement in her breast built up into a warm mischievous glee. Perhaps the conspiracy hadn’t bee ruined yet.
The others got up to sign the contract with their truenames while Guinevere didn’t move. In fact, she had closed her eyes and was beginning to mouth the words to the song. The thought crossed her mind that there could be a professional lip-reader looking at her, who knew the song she was singing. “It’s the time – of the sea-ea-son for lo-ov-ing~” The song that started when she looked at the couple across from her.
When she still hadn’t been called upon for her implied ignorance of her environment, she decided to move matters along herself, for the good of the investigation of course. The conductor was just taking the contract from the last signer. Guinevere, apparently realizing that something was happening that she was not privy to, leapt to her feat with her arms stretched upward – not an incredible length. “Oh! A sign-up sheet? Of course, how silly of me.” She reached for the pen, this step timed so that it would be offered to her when she sought it. There was a problem, however, in that he hand was unable to grasp the pen, covered in her sleeve as it was. Timely use of her right hand freed her left, which was in turn used to grasp the pen.
In a flurry she propped the contract against some surface that would suit her needs and promptly wrote down ‘Guinevere Fe-‘ then she stopped, apparently startled a mistake of hers. “Whoops! That’s not my name; it’s a nickname you see. She scribbled it out and next to it began again, but this time in her haste she flopped her ‘G’ together with the ‘u’. All the while, she was actually looking down the other names. Everyone here had indeed signed in their truename. She had time to read the agreement twice by the time she successfully wrote out ‘Guinevere MacInti-‘ but another switch of her hand messed up the legibility. “Sorry,” Guin beamed up apologetically. Before the conductor could remind say anything to remind her to spell out the name of her soul only, she did it with a quick, long flourish of the pen. By this point in time, the line had long been used up, and her real name had to be shoved in beneath. Guinevere was moments from handing back the folder when the other scribblings on the page disappeared. With some astonishment, she deigned to add an arrow pointing from her truename to the line. She then handed it back quickly, without waiting to see if the line would vanish too.
“Signed!”
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 06:12:27.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: I suppose that's my own fault
Hehe, maybe I should have stayed up late and editted my description to send. Guin is wearing a oversized black hoodie right now, with the hood up. The shirt that's inside out is underneath XD
Not like you would have known. I'll rectify that when I get time to post.
Hmmm... nah, I have like an hour, but I don't want to be running to class.
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 20:05:27.
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Topic: Hi everyone
Subject: Joy!
Exaltation! (no word yet on whether that is a real word, or I've been using words I made up again)
Welcome to the Inn- Enjoy your time. Don't be like so many new people I see who have a post count like 2-3 because they're too shy to tackle somebody's game. Little known fact (unless you happened to be watching) I actually didn't first post until three months after I created my account.
Enjoy~
Posted on 2008-11-19 at 03:05:55.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Happiness!
Miran glanced up briefly from his spellbook, taking a surreptitious peek at the 'guest'. Having volunteered for morning watch, he had this time before everyone else started waking up to himself. The shrine managed to maintain the semblance of a calm atmosphere while the orphanage steadily awoke.
Miran returned his attention to the mental manipulation of force required to call forth magic missiles. He would be preparing two today, wary of the possibility of such hostility as yesterday. He glanced next to Ocyari. She would not be out for much longer. Her unconsciousness probably translated into subconsciousness sometime during the night.
Preparing...
Cantrips - no changes
1st - two Magic Missiles, a Shield, and Disguise Self
2nd - no changes
(If Al feels like throwing in something between crashing last night and this morning, I could easily move my post)
Posted on 2008-11-19 at 01:45:31.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: I just
had the bejeezers scared out of me! Imagine that! An e-mail shows up in my inbox declaring that You Filthy Little Thief! has been updated! Incredulous!
Now let's get this show back on the road ^-^
By the way, great to have you back Utan - again.
Posted on 2008-11-18 at 23:38:18.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Ian, Jeremy, back-post your thoughts; Ray, Ben, and I won't say everything.
"Actually, I did not expect these people to be here." Ray turned to Aeth to mark his sincerity.
Aeth seemed to consider this for a moment, his eyes on Ben. "You asked me a moment ago if it would be possible for you to travel with us. While you are certainly more forthright than your friend was, allow me now to be equally so. I hesistate to ask, forgive me, for you do not seem to me to be old enough to be soldiers. As you can see for yourselves, we travel under armed escort. These days the roads are becoming exceedingly dangerous to travel, and there is safety in numbers. That alone suggests my answer to you, but we lost a man a few days ago, and I feel I must ask regardless. How many of your party can capably weild a sword?" For all his reluctance, the question was finally revealed. Aeth glanced back to Lady Emerita, still hanging back by the carriage. Evidently, he did not need to take stock of her opinion in this matter.
Further to the side of the road, Ray's welcoming party raged on. In a flurry of questions and answers, he learned that they had been attacked by skeletons and zombies after the woke up in the lower floors of some kind of temple. With promises of further details to come, they left the story there.
(Elation! After Ben and Aeth are finished their exchange, Aeth will volunteer to bandage the wound of those who are still injured (Rejoice! HDx2 healing tonight) while the driver, Gamet, will introduce himself. Everyone else will take a moment to stretch and relax, though maintain a careful watch on the part of the two guards. Thereafter, the carriage will be pulled to as close to the side of the road as possible with the surrounding trees, and a fairly late lunch/early supper will break out for us.)
Posted on 2008-11-17 at 15:55:28.
Edited on 2008-11-18 at 19:10:26 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Because...
There are very few creatures on this Earth that can stand listening to Polka for long periods of time while they design things. Thus the quantity of polka dotted items that can be made each day is severely limited. Not to mention that Polka is a controlled substance.
Why is the sky not pink? I don't care why it is blue, but what it is not pink.
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 05:43:10.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: I hate it when a post dies before chance to Submit
As Yin rolled away to safety, Willow smote the Scout through the midsection with her sword. Though her attack was a direct hit, not a mark was left on the Linsemptus' body. The solid steel passed through the Scout like a hot knife through steam. More magic? The momentum of her blade went unresisted and pulled Willow over her balance. An instinctual fear reached down her throat and seized her breath. Would common steel be any use against a ghostly creature? The miniature skeletal ghost turned on her, ignoring its former victim in favour of the next closest at hand.
In her unbalanced state, Willow could only hope to move fast enough to avoid the attack. Her her weakened body wasn't up to the task and the Linsemptus moved faster than she. Despite the casing of mithril armour over her body, the fist took her directly in the ribs.
Willow was no tribe shaman nor mystic, the magical arts were foreign concepts that other people dabbled in. She had witnessed magic in a number of instances, but it always remained as a mysterious world beyond her reach or desire. Though for her peregrine relationship with magic, she carried a number of practical items infused with magic for enhanced effectiveness.
Her swords were both magically enchanted thus. She took a wide step right while simultaneously using that energy to dig at her opponent with her right hand. Her left hand sword followed quickly and she seemed to wrap around to the right, before she reversed her spin and tried to take the Linsemptus into both blades at once. While at this, she stole a glance at Yin. He would be up any second now, and with the enchanted sword he picked up at Wanqir, they would see what it did and what it did not take to kill one of these inhuman invaders.
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 05:36:26.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Dispel Magic?
Dispel Magic? What is your plan Hammer?
Also- In retrospect I should have made a Spirit Shaman- but Willow was a character wanting a campaign already.
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 01:35:56.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: A Tale of Friends' Reunion in a Foreign World
"Eh? Ray? What on earth are you doing here?" Ben hardly had chance to finish his sentence when Raymond's cry came back to him. For those who cannot imagine, it sounded something like, "I - Can - not - Believe This!" with the appropriate pauses. He vaulted past the blond haired man with the sword and met me with a high velocity embrace. The excitement that had been shown to me was mirrored within myself and soon I was no less excited that Ray himself.
The man whose name was still unknown to the majority of the friends Aeth sent Ben an inquiring look. "I take it you know this young man? We encountered him on the road several miles west of here, claiming to be lost. Were you separated?"
As Ray's greeting spread, he noticed that almost everyone, Ben most especially, was bloodstained and bore numerous tears in their clothing. In fact, of all present, only Galen was spared any phsyical injury. Like himself, they were all mysteriously wearing soft leather shoes.
I am holding a leather-bound book with a flower inside a circle on the front.
EDIT: Whoops, everyone knows each other's name, I missed the fact that Ray introduced us in the last post. Rawr.
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 01:33:23.
Edited on 2008-11-17 at 15:31:44 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Hey, graphics peoples!
Subject: Awesomeness
Love it, though the lettering is a tad difficult to read.
Posted on 2008-11-14 at 15:15:57.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Well then...
Those are some crazy horses... *runs outside to go fetch out own* *comes back just in time to completely overrun Bolikar's forces* heh, not likely, none of our ponies are warhorses to my knowledge.
Posted on 2008-11-14 at 14:48:56.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Hehe
Oh crap. Artanis! Kill those two over there! We can do this! Put that +1 I gave you to some use! XD
At least Aelistae fixed the Gnoll problem- that might have made this all rather difficult. ^-^
Posted on 2008-11-14 at 04:02:23.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Sure it's short, but I have a class at 2:00
The violin gave an angry protest as Dylan's arm jerked, his breath caught in his throat. He did not release it until Aelistae's wing-clipped form fell upon and crushed to death one of the yapping monsters. The evening's entertainment would have to be cut short - he extended a finger from his violin hand to secure the bow. He dove his hand into the pouch at his side, seeking it's sole content in the healing wand. The sight of Aelistae's form wreathed in the gentle glow of healing energy slew his fear that she had died from the fall. He turned the wand to Linnix and quickly whispered the command word. "Coia." The elven word for life, according to the merchant. Whether that was true or not was of little concern in the face of the effect.
"Be careful," he told the woman who had been so inclined to allow him to ride with her, and barreled his way to Aelistae's fallen form. She was calling out to him - she had lost her eyesight to some disease. Dylan remembered not so long ago purchasing a potion that would save himself from the misfortune of loosing his voice. That potion had come and gone to a better use, but he found himself wishing he had extras already. He replaced the wand in his pouch and laid a hand on the drow's back. "It's me," he assured her when she stiffened. With whatever little muscle strength he possessed, tried to help her stand up quickly without injuring her. He didn't wait to think, instead he just dragged Aelistae out of the way of any fighting, drawing his rapier again. "Fearless on my-," he panted, and instead of singing he breathed the last word; "breath."
(I suspect that picking up our injured drow and dragging her away will be a part of the second round. Dylan is not trying to restart his song again, merely keeping it's conviction in mind. Lookit that, I get to try to save two party members at once, I wonder how many hundreds of AoO I'm provoking while at it?)
Posted on 2008-11-13 at 20:15:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hehe..
Common story. The unofficially elected leader of any party is always the last to learn of this revelation. I should get to posting soon...
Posted on 2008-11-13 at 05:14:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Hmm...
I wouldn't say we are all entirely luckless. Sometimes not even luck can help us out of certain situations. Though as for that, there is a point to be made there.
Morality Rate: (current percentage here)
will be our title.
Mortality Rate: 47 for example, I can' recall off-hand how many characters have come and gone, though I think five have died. Don't forget to include characters who aren't technically in the team yet but await only a matter of time.
I just realized something- as Aelistae has somewhat been our leader, I wonder how she and Atharam will get along, the whole leadership instinct n' all.
Posted on 2008-11-12 at 03:05:29.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Be he alive or be he dead, I'll force his story to continue this thread.
If the man's expression could have been described as serious before Ray started his story, it had fallen to a hard-set graveness by the time the tale was complete. "You have told me a tale for which you would be considered mad elsewhere, but we too have suffered at the hands of the dead-who-walk. To me you seem to be telling the truth as it lies in your heart. Tell me but another thing and I will ask my Lady if she deems it fit to offer our hospitality; what is your name, stranger?"
Upon receiving the information he requested, he nodded and returned to the carriage. Toward the end of the story, a pleasant looking woman with long golden hair appeared at the door. She was shorter than the blond man but not by much. He bowed his head to her in formality while the two mounted soldiers watched Ray. After a few words were exchanged between them, the woman climbed into the carriage and the man called to the guards. "Barig! Ruiel! You may relax. Raymond, approach." The guards pulled their horses aside to flank the carriage as they once did. In approaching, Ray saw that there was one horse extra baring only a saddle and reigns tied to the carriage's back.
"My Lady Emerita has charitably agreed to allow you to ride with us to Corazon. If I were you, I would thank her most graciously. My name is Aeth Lamalle and you will address the Lady as 'my Lady'." Aeth stepped into the carriage after Lady Emerita, followed by a probably very thankful Ray.
(Shades, this half is for the other team, but you should read as the point is moot not to at this time)
The five made progress through the woods until they came to a larger and seemingly more used road. On a whim of leadership, Ben declared that they would go left, and so they traveled along side the descending sun. By mid afternoon they had been traveling for about three hours and hunger was growing. They were beginning to realize the problem present when the sharp repetition of hooves on packed earth. Galen was the first to clear off the road into the treeline, followed quickly by Ian and Jeremy, and Owen who saw fit to drag Ben off the road after him.
~*~
4, maybe 5 in the afternoon,
'left road' to Corazon. Seemingly westward.
Aeth had Ray point out the pool he found and had the guards draw their weapons while he refilled the water skins. Whatever the creature was that had attacked Ray earlier had obviously not stuck around. During the course of the ride, Aeth bandaged Ray's wounds to guard against infection. While watching, Ray never could be sure where the path back to the ruins disappeared to. He watched the roadside until he was certain they had passed it.
Beyond simple comments and sparse convesation, the carriage carried on quietly behind the clatter of the wheels and the hooves, which became familiar to the ear and lost notice. A few hours, at best guess, after Ray had joined the entourage another disquiet occured. Sitting backwards in his seat, Ray didn't have the slight vantage of the carriage's front that his hosts had. He did have one major advantage over them, for he immediately recognized the voice that brought the driver to a halt.
~*~
"Excuse me, gentlemen!" Ben's voice called out suddenly. Perhaps the guards reacted so negatively because of his sudden appearance out of the forest, or it may have been the torn and bloodied appearance he bore. Maybe even it was the rusted axe he held openly in his hand. They drew their swords and cried, "Back Thief! We've already dealt with your kind."
Before Ben could make a case to defend himself, Aeth appeared, leaning out the carriage door. "Barig! Ruiel! Sheath your weapons! Are your nerves drawn so tight that you cannot recognize a young man when you see one?" He steps down out of the carriage to the dirt path. Raymond, burning with the desire to know, followed him, practically inviting the adventurous Lady to follow. Aeth had approached Ben, standing at the edge of the road with his clothing torn and stained red-brown from blood.
"I apologize to you and your companions," Aeth says with a glance into the forest where the rest were showing up. Raymond recognized Owen and Ian among them, and though he had much longer hair than he used to, Galen. He recalled Jeremy from the time they met, standing back also. "We have recently been beseiged by bandits and our journey has been tiresome," Aeth explained.
(Naturally any minute from now one side or the other is going to cry out in recognition.)
Posted on 2008-11-12 at 02:32:59.
Edited on 2008-11-18 at 19:46:44 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Team Name, Got it!
The Splendiferous Team Roughly Led by a Drow, the Members of Which Include an Albino Super Gnome, a Warlock, a Human Eillistreean, A Half-Elven Woman-Who-Survives-Burning-Buildings-By-Leaping-Out-Windows, and Some Sort of Musician; Former Members Include Fey Bards, Worshipers of Pelor, a Woman of the Forest, and a Wizard and Her Gecko; Sponsered by Bart, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Farmer.
I think it fits. When we team up with Atharam and his lot, and the two woman on the mountain, we can throw in more words. ^-^
And a final note about Bolikar, when it comes to D&D, there aren't many combinations that are ruled out- ever. You have merely but to glance at 'Half-Elemental' or 'Half-Vampire' to know that 'Half-Orc-Half-Ogre' is really quite tame. That said, judging by Bolikar's cheerful disposition, I think he grew up with domestic problems in his house(cave)hold. One of his parents was probably a raving drunk and I bet the other left at an early stage in baby-Bolikar's life, if his parents even stayed together long enough for him to be born.
EDIT: Miniature Blackbelt should be thrown anywhere into the team name.
Posted on 2008-11-11 at 15:55:30.
Edited on 2008-11-11 at 15:58:30 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The counting game
Subject: On further notice.
I caught a glimpse of the banner once in the middle of no where, but reports since that time now place it somewhere in Iceland.
Look out your window Skari
Posted on 2008-11-11 at 05:20:04.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Methinks
I think it is one of those spells that allow you to see things in the rock that no one else would. I don't know what spell, but I imagine it is something like a better version of the Dwarven Stonecunning. Alternatively, that could be a crazy description for something like Pass throught Stone.
The final possibility is that it isn't a potion and you're now suffering from the hallucinegenic effects or some oil or another.
Posted on 2008-11-11 at 04:23:19.
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Topic: The counting game
Subject: Take this!
Ouroboros (scratch that, no symbols)
What about decimal places? 13.0001
If no decimals allowed, 16 is my number.
Okay, I just got ninja-posted by Grugg.
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999.
Posted on 2008-11-11 at 04:17:29.
Edited on 2008-11-11 at 04:18:59 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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