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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Hehehe I see a Dwibius in the wrong game
It's for reasons like that I am glad my brother and I use different computers. It is also for reasons like that Brianna is marked with the title "Not Dragon Mistress" and vice versa.
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 18:11:04.
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Topic: Entertainment for geeks
Subject: I still insist
I insist upon having Orc Throat-Singers. Grugg- you can join as their backup singer and honourary member.
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 03:12:53.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Oh my-
What's that little girl doing with a rocket launcher?
(And Al, I can't help but note the irony in that the rule about no editing lest it be for spelling mistakes, has a typo.)
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 00:56:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Who knew?
Who knew Linnix had such a thing against ponies? and for Aelistae: Friend of yours?
This is turning out to be every bit the suicidal mission Dylan was assuring himself it wouldn't be. Good times
Hmm... anything else to say? Don't think so. We must work together to obliterate Bolikar! That means no stamping out Drow presence (only one will due, a 50% clear rate is enough to pass the course) No avenging untimely pony death. No more shooting down each other's mounts. Let's see, I got one fault for every party, no offense to the characters involved ^-^
EDIT: I know 'avenging' is not spelled 'avengine'... of course..... <,<
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 00:00:49.
Edited on 2008-10-22 at 00:43:58 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Oh dear, isn't that scary?
The wraith's form drew up high above us, a terrifying spirit of darkness. I sucked in my breath, my heart racing under its malicious gaze. I was fully ready to turn back the other way by the time Galen suggested a timely retreat. Just in front of me, I saw Ben's shoulders give a quick shiver. Seeing him do that drew my attention to my own jellied limbs.
"I agree, I don't wanna stick around here either," Ben muttered.
Suddenly the wraith started to move and, like a frightened hare, we froze to watch, except for Galen. The shroud slowly sank toward the ground, beginning to turn on the shoulder of its cloak. Galen leveled a sarcastic and spiteful look at it. "I know what you are referring to," Galen finds himself speaking, directed towards the wraith, "but you should know there are many types of existences that can be considered by those who have them curses. Just as there are many different burdens that can weigh upon a soul."
The wraith paused for a moment, it's flaming eyes flickered once to Galen. Personally, I couldn't think of a worse choice of action than taunting the undead, but to each his own. Apparantly allowing the comment to roll from its shoulders. It seemed more approprate to say he, so he sank in and away, under the earth and dead grass.
Like we orinigally intended, we turned back the other way, finding the original entrance to the ruins. A sign awaited out front, reading:
Do not approach ruins. Those with enervations may pass to free their souls. Beyond that lay a path into a dead silent, skeletal forest. Without much deliberation, the path was chosen as the best course. We took to it, it's eerie silence forbidding a single word, until we first realized that the trees around us exhibited signs of growth. Seemingly all at once, the grey, dead, and decaying world was left behind, and the twitter of birds and other creatures rose from the forest. In stark contrast to the 'Haunt' behind, the forest seemed to encourage speaking. Frayed nerves were set right and the envellopping fog lifted away. Where the high, blue firmament was visible through the trees, the view was that of a beautiful, sunny day.
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 04:04:36.
Edited on 2008-10-20 at 04:13:53 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: There should be a Hallmark card: Sorry, but you're not allowed to see your long lost daughter yet.
As the exchange drew on, Ocyari found that her threshold for tolerating unnerving revelations had finally passed. Her mind declared openly that she refused to take in another word of this nonsense and took an impromptu nap on the cobblestones. Sheathing his rapier, Miran stepped over to Ocyari's lithe form.
Dai procclaimed her breathing but fainted, as Miran knelt down next to them and tried to scoop his arms under the girl. Like a cat that wants not to be picked up, Ocyari's body would not comply with his attempts to gather it in his arms. Miran glanced up and nodded to Dai, to request her assistance in the matter and together (assuming) they managed to bear the child.
There was one last difficulty that prevented their intentions to take Ocyari back home to Ormander; the vampires, of course, seemed to believe that theirs was the home she should be going back to. Miran glanced between Paomallen and Percifeer, waiting for the axe to fall, for one of them to tell the bloodsuckers "No."
Posted on 2008-10-19 at 15:47:48.
Edited on 2008-10-19 at 15:48:34 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Entertainment for geeks
Subject: .
On another note, I just listened to the DM's song. I loved it. Now I don't have to glance through the words trying to remember the tune to the song, some of which I admit I didn't know the title to (I hear the tune to the DM's Song frequently on the radio, but I never knew what it was). Going to listen to more. Applaud.
Posted on 2008-10-18 at 02:35:13.
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Topic: Entertainment for geeks
Subject: I like that idea
The Grugg Show.... that's something I'd definitely listen for.
Once every so often there would be a special dedicated to the largly unknown art of Orcish Throat-Singing from the brothers of their Himalayan Monastery.
Posted on 2008-10-18 at 02:18:23.
Edited on 2008-10-18 at 02:19:49 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Inconceivable Crusaders Q&A
Subject: Orang'Utan I do believe....
That yours is a worthy query, to which I can't state the answer to. Dormant is a word that seems to come to mind. Real life for me at University this first year has been crazy, so I have been slacking off a tad in my pitched assaults of roughly aerodynamic items, intended to remind my brother why his campaign isn't running so smoothly (This airbourne offensive as I think I mentioned to Wyrmsting)
A pair of exams down, a pair of essays down- if I survive today's chem lab I'll see if I remember to encourage my brother to clarify his last post and move things along, but otherwise this campaign should still be in working order- even when it is not doing much work.
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 14:00:12.
Edited on 2008-10-28 at 22:37:52 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: I know....
But you hardly count, because you not noticing something that goes on in the RDInn is a ridiculous suggestion. Thou Calamitous Particle Wabbit ye.
I think I'll e-mail everyone to tell them to subscribe to the game thread though, we might actually get some replies in.
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 03:12:02.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: *it licks it's lips/slot*
At first it does not appear to spit anything back out, in return for the Great Pumpkin, (Charlie Brown!) but it is soon apparant that it is exhaling/internal fan mechanism a strong scent of fresh baked pumpkin pie into the room.
I feed it a Snapple, whether it is a fruity beverage that I am introducing into its 'digestive' track, or an apple infused with tin (laugh, ye who know your periodic table, or read XKCD) is entirely up to the next poster.
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 14:41:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I must say I've begun to notice a pattern...
Hehe, I was just reading the most previous posts by our wayward witch and forestwarden when something struck me as it had previously.
Brianna's and Dragon Mistress' characters seem to argue a lot hey? XD But I suppose it is fine enough for them, they know each other in RL, so they don't really risk giving the other an overly bad impression that they haven't worked out before hand. Then again, it may be true that they are arguing both in and out of character, though this possibility I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole, even for the Extreme Sports thread.
Now all I need to do is get in a campaign that my brother plays in (i.e. my own which I actually play a character too) and start going nutz on him. Devious ^-^
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 22:44:17.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A plan of action.
Dylan sprinted in under the closing gate in time to watch the keep descend into lunacy. A pair of mounted and armoured knights had waded into the thick of the conflict, baring steel left and right. Glowing bolts of magical energy swept bast Aeilistae, magic missiles the mages called them, from somewhere above and beyond the walls of the keep.
There was no time to take stock of the situation, or even catch his breath after the sprint. He took a step deeper into keep, getting away from the shutting gates, and focused his mind into weaving a song of magic. (Combat Casting if there are any monsters near him) Even after his sprint he found enough air in his well trained lungs to breath the whole song of summoning. The small, pinky-length candle he drew caught aflame and for a second and extinguished just as quickly as the magic began to take effect. In the midst of the goblinoids and other bestial races appeared a circle of light from which rose, in a shower of light, a grey wolf. It's fur shone, giving the impression of a silvery lustre as it leapt out to attack the spiteful creatures.
-(Celestial Wolf from Summon Monster II. It will rampage throught the enemies for the next 5 rounds. If it encounters a Gnoll or an Orc or anything stronger than a goblin, it will smite them with its 'bite' evil ability. Should it not encounter one of these monsters, it will chew over the possibility of taking down a goblin in its last turn. Note that I do not see Atharam or his allies as potential enemies, so the wolf will refrain from assaulting them.)
With the secure knowledge that his spell successfully took effect (hopefully), Dylan drew his rapier and either looked for anyone who could use a hand, or fought with the monsters that surrounded him as he cast the spell last turn.
(On a final side note, I forgot to keep track of how many spells I have cast tonight. My count is 1 first level, 1 second level with this last round, and a stream from my wand, as well as 1 bardic music use. Am I missing any?)
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 20:08:02.
Edited on 2008-10-12 at 20:45:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Princess to Vampires..... You're right- didn't see it coming....
“No! Understand that I meant no harm! I have seen what I needed to see. My apologies for scaring you, Princess.”
Miran was already deep into preparing to impale the vampire, much to his own peril if they didn't escape soon enough. His first instinct was not to believe the vampire, but soon enough he realized the sincerity behind its words, as it knelt before the child. The point of his rapier fell in shock to the cobblestones as his poise drew slack. On the other side of the undead bloodsucker Miran could see Percifeer, her hands still frozen in the beginning gestures of the spell she was preparing.
Dai turned her attention to Ocyari, seeking any clarification, but Miran didn't even know what to do. He looked several times for something to say, but found nothing intelligable coming to his tongue. He might have even opened his mouth a few times but he wouldn't know. Eventually he accepted a different mode of communication, using non-verbal clues to demonstrate his perplexity, and gazed mutely at the vampire.
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 19:17:01.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Lo! Hostile blob-shapes in the dim morning mist!
Exploring the surface of this world where skeletons and zombies ran amuck proved difficult in this heavily misted area. Eyes cast about in various directions, but a couple settled on a tall shadow a short distance away. Owen watched for a second, trying to determine what it might be. Standing just in front of him, Ben seemed to have a good idea of what it could be. "Over there!" he called out, "who goes there!"
The thick mist consumed the vibrations of his speech without reply. Everyone seemed to have refocused their attention to place it on this form. Ben himself moved right up to the low wall, trying to get a better look at the thing. A moment passed breathless, then without warning Ben crawled over the small remainder of the wall, onto the damp, yellow grass. With or without protest, he was followed to this venture more or less closely depending on individual willingness to take this road.
For a minute or more they trudged toward the shape, about twice or even three times the height of a man, without seeming to get much closer. Soon they realized that it was either much further than they had thought, or something was wrong.
"Do not seek to approach the Haunt further." A thin, airy voice hung in the air for a second. It sent a shiver down the spines of the five.
In the next second, its owner rose right out of the ground, the tatters of its ethereal cloak trailing behind it like the tentacles of a jellyfish. The liquid darkness of its body formed into the appearance of a tall cloak, a pair of coal ember eyes peering out from under its hood. They recognised the creature as it appeared before them instantly; a wraith.
"You who do not carry a burden on your spirit, who are not restrained by a cursed existance, this place holds no profit for you. Leave."
(Not exactly the way it happened the first time, but that's because the first time was really messed up and unprepared for- act as you feel fitting)
Posted on 2008-10-11 at 16:47:01.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Desperation
When the idea fell home that Ocyari, merely a child, had been allowed to be put in direct danger, Miran drew his steel quickly. On the bridge earlier that day, he was considering when would be the ideal time to use one of his only offensive magical spells. He found now that he had used his magic ideally, conserving his war magic for a desperate battle.
Miran edged closer to the vampire (5ft step) to the undead monster who though to hold the young girl captive. Driving the fear of what would be if they failed, he spoke the incantation that summoned forth a pair of glimmering bolts of magical energy. With a flick he threw them unerringly into the body of the vampire, knowing they would strike with perfect accuracy and would not harm Ocyari.
His protective shield of magic was long gone, and even if he could invoke another, there was no time for precautions now. He would run into battle with the vampire long enough to help Ocyari out of her situation.
(If Ocyari fails to escape on her own, I may be forced to do something drastic. If she does, I will fight defensively against the vampire to take attention away from her to let her escape. Should she manage to flee, I think we should all just get going the heck outta there)
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 04:45:56.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Mu... spitting up such language!
It unburdens its insides of an entire greek alphabet, written on little stone tiles. In fact, it spits up the ancient greek syllabary known as Linear B from the time of the Myceneans. Additionally, it spits up a plurality of each letter/symbol. And a board. We can now play Scrabble: It's All Greek to Me Edition.
I feed it a challenge to said game of Scrabble. Verbal format, so it must first eat the vibrations in the air.
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 03:28:58.
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Topic: I can't take it sometimes!
Subject: With comments like that Alacrity...
...I'm already in office. That Jetpack is yours in exchange for your vote. I warn you though- I'm canadian and not old enough to run and just barely old enough to vote this year.
Posted on 2008-10-09 at 02:38:27.
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Topic: Inconceivable Crusaders Q&A
Subject: hehe
Of the tales we could tell of reality, and its inexorable pursuit of our fantastically inclined minds.
In otherwords, reality is a fell opponent when it doth close in to attack.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 03:56:11.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Personally...
I believe that the only way to knock on a door is to cast fireball. That brought much fun to games of neverwinter nights. Upon entering each unoccupied room, if there were hints of locked or trapped chests, a fireball would fix that and any (and all) ambient issues.
Then it got to levels where fireball didn't kill enemies so well, so the only reason for casting it became to open doors I was too lazy to walk up to before looking inside.
Anyway, I posted up, enjoy the antics of the mighty bard.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 03:53:23.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: zzzz* Wha-? Time to go? Why didn't anyone tell me?
The cart jostled to and fro over the uneven terrain to the southern bridge of the keep. The keep drew into view, with the countenance setting the land ablaze with red light. For himself, Dylan was wondering what force was preventing him from declining this latest endeavour, or at the very least, asking the others what they thought of lying low for a day. Perhaps it was the growing sense that it was far too late to suggest hit and run tactics. They were in a state of being too deep to go back. The only choice was to go deeper. What analogy could be used to describe this situation? That they had gone too far, so their only chance of getting out was to go deeper.
Dylan, skilled virtuoso with the violin, wrestled with the search for an appropriate analogy, until an unforseen dip in the terrain cause the cart to reel further than normal. The bard threw his arms into the air and tumbled over backwards in the cart. He went down with a thud and a procclaimation of his surprise, having abandoned the train of thought he previously pursued. When he freed himself from his circumstance, he twisted his head around to check their progress on the keep. Almost there.... Seeing no use in watching the inevitable draw closer, Dylan set about ensuring his things were packed for the forthcoming picnic. Not that he spread himself out much in the back of Linnix's cart. He took up his violin, returned to its case after his interrupted performance, and slung it back over his shoulder.
Scant moments later the troupe came to a halt, sensibly wishing to leave the horses a good distance away from the magnificant piece of property before them. Dylan started to rouse himself to get up and off the cart. There was no real visible change in his posture, getting up required first a mental shift, afterall, besides maybe a slight change in the position of one arm. No sense in rushing into this, afterall. Not anymore than was already apparant anyway.
Perhaps the mistress of luck wasn't yet finished toying with the bard, oh her capricious mood tonight, or maybe it was a sign of a different sort. A thunderous sound rippled and rocked through the plain. It could have been thunder but for the percussive start and finish to it, where thunder would have rolled. The opinion stands, Dylan thought to whatever entity had invaded his mind, his physical reaction was to stiffen in his seat. Bolikar cursed his minions for the fools they were and Linnix encouraged Dylan to take initiative as she ran.
Without as much apparant haste as the sprinting members of this adventuring group, Dylan dropped from the back of the cart. In the adrenaline surge, few remembered the horses. Aelistae's was bound to a branch already, and Talus was quickly securing his horse, Moon Dancer. Most of the others were already in full flight to the keep however. The distance was not that far, a surefooted sprint would cover the distance in a few seconds, but they were on a deadline. Dylan took the reigns of as many a forgotten equine as he allowed himself time for, securing them to whatever he could. If there wasn't enough time for each of them (allowing about three rounds for horse-binding) he gave the untied horses a stern look and bid that they not move. Already far behind the others, he sprinted across the field, hoping to make it to the gates before the portcullis finished its descent. He was the last across the plain, then bridge, to the keep, an open target as he couldn't help but think of himself as.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 03:48:12.
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Topic: What is your real-life World of Warcraft Race and Class?
Subject: The Insult!
I am not going to dignify my 'result' with the link!
I am not a Gnommish Warlock, the only single thing that alluded to that was the fact that I might set people on fire in a fight. I took the forest walk, not the gadgets, I am taller than average, I am a caring person. Usually- but that's beside the point.
Ah, well Gnommish Warlock XD
-Fake your own death just to freak people out by rising from your casket- Hiliarious
Posted on 2008-10-01 at 03:10:18.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Hmm...
I personally drink copious amounts of water, but not necessarily because it is my favourite.
For favourites, it is a war between chocolate-laden beverages and green tea (or peppermint tea, for variety)
Mwa!
Posted on 2008-09-29 at 02:42:27.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Raymond vs. Alt-World's Noble Class; Scene 2 - the guards
"Please, I need help! I do not know where I am and have been assailed by beings of undeath and later something from this forest!"
The two guards looked at each other for a moment, confusion on their faces. The one who spoke initially turned his horse about with a pull on the reigns, and trotted back to the carriage, now stopped. The second guard gazed at Raymond, his face not betraying his thoughts other than a concerned look.
Without much delay, the door of the carriage swung open and a man stepped out. He was of average height, and slender. He wore his blond hair fairly long, and was dressed in an off-white tunic and leggings. A sword hung by his side and swung slightly as he approached. This man strode past the mounted guard, leaving them both behind.
The blond man's gaze seems to take in everything about Ray. "Barig tells me that you are lost, and have been attacked by the dead who rise. Judging by your lack of provisions and the direction of your travel that you are most certainly lost. The injuries on your side and hip indicate that you have been attacked, apparantly by some wild creature of the forest. This is what I gather from your appearance, now speak, and I shall mark your words." During his whole speech, the man's arms remain loosely crossed over his chest.
Posted on 2008-09-28 at 16:18:51.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: The Like Minded
I wonder, is anyone else getting a "We're all going to die" vibe from that keep? Mwa
Plunging headfirst into the throat of the lion/orc, sounds fun!
Posted on 2008-09-28 at 14:44:44.
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