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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: I might as well put my 2 cents in
The Players Handbook gives a description in the beginning of the magic section that includes the example of Mialee casting Summon Creature I. It waits a round. Also the full-round difference is something I use, but until I saw this I didn't have anything to base my opinion on for terms of this discussion. I suppose my comment comes at a slightly inopportune time, we having agreed upon which method would be used already.
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 01:11:23.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Living meet barely-not-dead
The faintly disgusting aroma that clung very barely in the air began to stengthen as the friends moved down the hall. As soon as they turned the corner the could see that the hall opened up, including that the ceiling suddenly shot up and away into darkness. It wasn't until another few steps that the two standing human skeletons were visible.
No visible explaination was given for their full standing position. Immediately upon being cast into the light of the torches, the yellow, unbleached bones sprung forward to attack. Their bony faceless expressions were locked in a pair of hollow-eyed, manic grins. Within their eye sockets Ben and Owen could barely see twin pinpoints of red light.
Owen cried out in shock, horror, and pain. Three bloody lines had been etched into his stomach by the sharp fleshless claws of the skeletons. In attempt to get away from the lifeless claws he fell backwards to the ground. Ben too, was struck surprised by the skeletons and received a slash by the hands of the undead. (Ben -3HP [12/15]) He was not visibly set back by this attack however, ignoring the bleeding wound.
Initiative:
to be posted here after first round. Whoever acts first gets the place where I was standing at their option (I am still alive, incase that frightened you). You may now post your actions for this turn, and indeed future turns if you forsee yourself following a particular path.
New note, I've decided not to post initiative anymore. Just to mess with you people who constantly demand to know it.
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 23:47:45.
Edited on 2008-06-18 at 01:52:57 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: A-spelunking we will go!
Ben quickly departed, and though Ian expressed his eagerness to follow, his brother took the lead to Ben's left as the former took the time to secure a torch from the side of the door. Galen remains sitting and reading while Jeremy is unfortunately caught and held rapt by sleep. "Hold on a sec," Owen tells Ben, as he casts the spell that left the unseen mark upon his spellbook. To this Jeremy finally wrests himself from sleep with the realization that the bed he should have been sleeping in was not wrought of stone.
"Ian, Owen, Ben?" Jeremy saw the three at the door. Still mostly engrossed in his book, the name of the long haired teen escaped him at first. "Galen?"
"Holy . . ." Owen interrupted. Jeremy steped closer just in time to watch the fading lines of the design. "Krutz?" Galen offered to finish the oath. Owen glanced up at him, "Sure. Onward then."
Galen shut his spell book and rose to his feet conveniently close to one of the torches set along the sides of the room. He extracted the thin limb of wood and cloth from the metal arm holding it and followed behind Jeremy. The shortest, blond haired high-school student continued to ask questions, "What is this place? How did we get here?"
"I don't know," Galen responded from behind him. The ideas work through Jeremy's head until he concludes another question. "Have we been kidnapped?"
"That," Owen begins, pausing to step out into the darkness after the impatient leader, Ben, "is a possibility. Do you remember what dream you had?"
The fairly wide hallway took a turn to the right, where it apparantly opened into a larger room.
-Sorry if it seems like I'm rushing things. Those who remember anything about the first time through will know that you have a total of 2-3 seconds to reply to each other before I throw in the first initiative rolls.-
much later note: Galen doesn't have a spellbook anymore, remember.
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 21:36:48.
Edited on 2009-02-17 at 23:56:21 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: For me? You shouldn't have. Tiny post for opening tiny box.
Willow accepted the box, setting down the parcel containing her second ring on a convenient surface. She took the box to her bed where she sat down. "What is it?" she asks, not that she would get an answer.
At anyrate she begins undoing the silk ribbon around the box. I wonder how much work he put into this? Willow thought as the last of the ribbon came off. She slowly opened the box.
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 15:31:01.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Eyes look like embers from the pits of hell? There's a Visine for that.
Operating with neither memory nor familiar landscape, Raymond was held in a partial state of trance by the impressive and apparantly non-hostile Wraith before him. It was a peculiar stand off that was, however, not to last long. The introduction of the Spectre was one too many unliving products of a horrible evil being tied to a spirit.
Directly before him and to his right lay beings containing within their merest touch, the ability to drain an individual so ill-fortuned of every iota of life. The alternately solid obstacle of the obelisk directly behind him seemed to fare no fairer a choice, leaving a single obvious route. This last path lead most immediately away from the Spectre, an ideal avenue as the intentions of the newly arrived spirit were unknown.
Upon reaching this decision, no further hesitation inhibited Ray's escape, as he elected to put as much dead grass between the monklike Spectre and himself. However near or far his conversation with the Wraith may have placed him to rediscovering the remainder of his identity, he knew not, he cared not. Not daring to look back before a substantial distance had been travelled, he ran on with naught in sight but lifeless grass and thick blanketing fog. To his left he began to realize that he could hear the sounds of a large body of water, barely lapping at the shore. Perhaps he was too preoccupied with the dead to notice the sound before, but it seemed to indicate that a significant distance lay vertically between the water level and his current altitude.
Ahead he found that the fog had begun to disappate from his point of view, though that was not a matter by comparison to the sight he beheld as the extent of his vision increased. Ray could see that there was indeed a cliff drop to his left, and before him lay a small hill of an outcropping. Between the fenced in graveyard and the dead, blackened tree that stood above it, the sight he saw was not one to be appreciated. Even outside of the covering of fog, the world was hardly less woeful, under bleakly overcast skies.
Finally Raymond dared a glance over his shoulder, finding to his dismay that the distance he had thought to have covered brought him barely a hundred feet away from the obelisk. Surely he had been running for three times as far as that! Nevertheless, though shrouded in fog, the form of the carving was still clearly visible, though the two sentinal spirits were not to be seen.
Returning his gaze to the graveyard and accompanying tree, he noticed a person that he had not seen before, if they had even been there. Luminous and translucent as the spectre before, this girl sat weightlessly in the branches of the dead tree. The hood of her habit was down, revealling long translucent hair down her back. As he looked at her, she turned her head to gaze upon you with hauntingly sightless eyes. She seemed to stand in the air as she began to turn her body while drifting casually through the branch.
"Tell us," she said simply in an absent, hollow voice, so different from that of the Wraith.
Ahead lay the graveyard, currently unpopulated for the record. The tree's canopy forms an umbrella above the sea-facing near section of the graveyard and stetches just out over the cliff, where the spectre girl is standing.
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 05:18:53.
Edited on 2008-06-17 at 15:08:34 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: .
"To where do we go now? To what challenge to we meet?" Sable asks pensively of no person. He turns to Ita talking to Viis, adding "On whom dare we rely?"
The halfling waits, sitting cross legged in the grass, pondering the thoughts of a pint-sized monk from the unique monastery his family is of. We should go to the city. How much time is left in today before we split souls to the demon girl and her friends? Oh how Guinevere must be laughing to learn that the halfling she had been bonded to from birth was having just as much, if not more difficulty as she did. This gang would have to be organized and given direction, something that the unstructured mind of the demon-spawn would never grasp.
Sable brought himself to his full height once again, hardly an impressive sight. He had full intention of providing a way out of the chaos for these disorganized people. Intention and action are not always one in the same story, however. Sable found himself unable to find the exact words necessary to pull together the group.
Posted on 2008-06-16 at 04:24:07.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: So much for posting this morning.
By Miran's calculations, neither of them had very much air to go on. Already his chest began to tighten for want of a breath. His heart pounded, taking only whatever oxygen remained in that breath before he hit the water from his lungs to the rest of his body.
The attempt to join the party had been denied by a massive clawed, webbed paw pushing him aside. Had the beast not been preoccupied with chewing on the knight, it might have managed to rip a wound in the thoughtless mage.
Not to be deterred while he could still act, Miran kicked through the water to the beast. This time he would not be pushed aside. Instead of trying to budge into the wrestling match, he tried to inform the beast at dagger point that bleeding profusely and eating citizens was not permitted within the waters of the Thunder River. Held backwards, the way he grabbed it, he struck downward at the beast's back with his dagger.
Posted on 2008-06-16 at 03:40:16.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Didn't I get killed by that in the last adventure?
Raymond stood before the towering image of death, wondering about the strange request made by it. Whatever force caused it to not strike and kill him immediately, he was thankful for. His mouth begins to form a response to the Wraith, though it takes a second to get his vocal chords to obey his timorous command.
"I am lost, confused, and without any memory of my past . . ." His voice sounds terribly loud to his ears in the silence of this place. It seemed to echo forever against the solid walls of silence and fog. Ray stood ready to become the swift hare to live another day should the Wraith proved yet hostile.
The Wraith responded in the same spectral voice, "Yes, tell us more, tell us your ails." It seemed to want Raymond to continue, a thought that may have frightened him if not he found more inside his memory. Within his mind, a single tenuous root began to tie his consciousness back to his mind and memory, like a golden thread through ages of fog. With a little effort, he found he was beginning to remember more.
This personal victory may or may not yet prove to be of assistance though, for another apparition had arisen. Beginning from a faintly glowing spot on the grass to Raymond’s right, it rose from within the earth to hover in the air. It appeared human but for the translucence and luminosity of its body, wearing a habit or robe of some kind. Around its neck there appeared to be a collar with a short length of chain that faded past a foot in length and pointed toward the obelisk. Within his sightless and ghostly eyes you seem to feel a deep, heavy regret, that is mirrored in every part of the land.
Posted on 2008-06-15 at 15:30:34.
Edited on 2008-06-17 at 03:27:31 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Magic is nice, be we're on a tight schedule with Ben in the lead
The release of the door, made of metal apparently, and well sealed, caused a change in air pressure that brought a slight breeze in through the crack, upsetting small amounts of dust.
"Anyone that feels like exploring with me, is free to follow," Ben tells them, exiting the room.
Owen noticed the opening of the door but, as his brother knew quite well, once taken by a book, outside distractions became another world of which he was not a member. He didn't want to go anywhere at the moment, but urgency pricked at the back of his neck. When Ben had told the people in the room to either explore or stay, he had made up his mind and re-entered the plane of common existence. Owen stood up quickly, the tallest in the room by a few inches, and joined Ben at the front. He would let the others take torches.
"Come on, we should all go," he said to those who were still picking themselves up, reading, or gathering flame. A sudden thought crossed his mind and he dove into his pocket to find his watch, but came up empty. Suddenly alarmed he began to wonder what else had not followed him. The very fact that he could see registered now, he definitely had his glasses on. His feet, as he soon realized applied to everyone, were clad not in modern runners but leather shoes.
Ben threw the door all the way open while Owen quested for his pocket lint, and was rewarded with a semi-dark corridor that smelled of cool, stale air with earthy scents mixed with something unpleasant but unidentifiable. The torchlight reveiled that this hall too had a head-room only roof, though was fairly wide. It stretched into dark unknown, with the wall of a corner just visible once the eyes adjusted to the dark.
Owen met his eyes for a breif second, holding aloft the quill he had discovered in place of his pen, his eyebrow raised. He tucked it into the inside cover of his spellbook and spoke up. "Before we do anything, I want to make sure one last time that we aren't all crazy, or dreaming, or something like that." He holds his spellbook before him in one hand, closed. The other hand is raised slightly above it. Feeling absolutely foolish at this point, he says "If this works, we've all gone off the deep end."
He speaks an incomprehensible word and points to the cover, with the image held in his mind. The cover of the book suddenly glows with a design on it, that of a large circle, contained within a long thin flower that forms a question mark shape as it dips from the weight of its head. A single leaf protrudes from the back of the curve, and a line is drawn unimaginatively for the earth beneath.
As soon as the glow fades, the emblem vanishes completely into the face of the book.
"Holy . . ." Owen trails off, watching the magic inscription fade as he willed it to do so. He looked up to the people who may or may not have gather around.
"Onward then."
Don't worry, not discluding you Aardvark, I just wanted to keep enough meat set aside for the hounds to enjoy. I am not unsympathetic.
Also, aforementioned hounds inclusive, things will generally go as they did the first time. Obviously battles will roll different, and we do not have Kaed with us, but stupid or wise decisions will run the same course, example: me as the wizard standing in the front with the fighter. Let's see if we can't completely mess things up again!
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 06:15:06.
Edited on 2008-06-14 at 06:20:48 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: it even divides!
It spits out a pair of "2"s
I feed it the glue stick I found on my desk in Social that I had to reluctantly return to the teacher's desk. Never shall she see that glue stick again.
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 17:07:41.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The Cave-Dwellers at long last find the attention they demand.
As the five subterrainian adventurers-impromptu rise from the less than soft stone floor of the room they are in, they see that the wall opposite the one where they are lined up against contains a single door in the middle. The room is a total of about 25-30 ft long and about 20 ft wide, they lying along the long side. The roof walls and floor are cast in a light grey stone and the roof lies a short 7 ft off the ground, high enough for everyone to move about comfortably. Lest your wise and powerful DM *cough* dictates otherwise, all rooms you encounter appear as thus.
Owen was twisting his torso to get the stiffness out of the small of his back when his hand set upon something with a smooth cover that vaguely triggered a memory of having a pillow like object. With a quick glance he confirmed that Galen who sat immediately beside him had already found and picked up a similar book. Without another thought Owen abandoned his stretching to pick up the near-text book sized volume that lay innocuously behind him. It had a plain brown leather cover and though he didn't acknowledge the peculiarity, many leaves of paper.
He crossed his legs and sat up against the wall that was a door and opened it, axiously wanting to know exactly what lay inside. What did lay inside was pretty well exactly what he expected, despite the impossibility of the idea and the foreigness of the situation. Within were directions for meditation upon, preparation of, and utilization of magic. Magic! Owen's heart leapt for a second at the possibility. He glanced aside to Galen who was intently and thouroughly reading his own. He looked to the others, his brother Ian, his other friend Ben, and his brother's friend Jeremy.
As Ben will probably very soon discover, the single remaining usable door is unlocked, albeit on slightly rusted hinges. The four torches are long, thin pieces of wood that can be removed from their holders easily, should anybody turn to them. The new wizards discover that they are ready and able to cast magic, if they would so dare to say the incantation for one of the spells that lie in their memory as if implanted.
Lastly, everyone finds that they feel better than normal. Stronger, quicker, more cunning, and perhaps a bit more courageous for it all. Like waking up on a beautiful day, wanting to do nothing more than run around and enjoy. Though as for that, running around this room might be taken as an indicator for insanity, so please don't try.
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 15:55:13.
Edited on 2008-06-13 at 22:13:06 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: That which lieth in thy shadow
From the charcoal black hood to the inky tails of the spectral cloak there was no doubt. Like liquid shadow the massive garment hung silent, disembodied. It's empty sleeves fell to its sides with thin, almost skeletal black hands emerging from the ends. The dark being's eyes stared unblinking and resembling a pair of malicious embers of enflamed coal. There was no doubt what this creature that had silently approached from nothing was, for it was one of Ray's favourite creatures in the Monster Manuel; it was a Wraith.
Raymond had to lean his head back to look up into the hood that towered above him, suspended off the ground. It remained motionless save for the ethereal breeze that rippled its body ever so slightly. In this manner the two remained frozen, eyes locked until the Wraith spoke in a dry, hushed voice, like a dead wind.
"Tell us," it said airily, "tell us what ails you."
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 03:28:10.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Status
I'll use this space to post long-term changes in a character's well being
Ray
Ben
Jeremy recompressed and effectively un-re-existant
Ian
Owen
Galen
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 01:58:26.
Edited on 2010-11-29 at 01:35:13 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Good Morning Sunshine
Ray slowly came to the realization that he was awakening in a sitting position. His mind is covered in a thick blanket of indistiction. As though a blinding fog had obscured his connection with the lighthouse of coherent thoughts. The ground beneath him was damp and cool, if not outright cold. Raymond raised his head and opened his eyes as his hands clenched he could feel that it was dewed grass beneath his fingertips.
With his eyes he confirmed a world not much larger than the one that his enshrouded mind had provided. All shapes became indistinct beyond a stone's throw distance of fog. The grass, depite the obvious presence of sufficient water, was a flat dead yellow as far as he could determine. The cold presence behind his back, that which held him in this sleepsitting pose, was not yet recognized, not that this mysterious plane held much for the understanding.
He shifted to stand, working out the aches of his peculiar choice of location to slumber. When Ray gradually found his feet stable beneath him, he decided to risk all the morning's acheivements by shaking his head, to banish the inhibiting fog to his throughts. His long, curly brown hair flung side to side to no avail however; perhaps now would be an opportune moment to look behind himself.
There stood a silent sentinal of stone, a single obelisk nearly twice his own height of grey stone flecked with black and white. Written upon its broad face against which Ray had previously awoken was an inscription in english. With sometime the words began to follow a sensible order within his sluggish mind.
Here lingers the spirits of those whose willful inaction sentenced their brothers and sisters to death. The Evil that has infected these grounds allows no rest to the dead and so condemned do they rise as in life. Such a place has become a place where the burdens of the virtuous may be relieved. Speak your story to the lingering souls and they will allow your misfortune to be as tears cast to the ocean.
As Raymond reads the obelisk, he begins to realize that the one thing of all his life that can be accessed from his memory that phrase that represents his being; His name.
Behind him he could feel a presence occur. Perhaps it was a cold chill in his spine or some other sensation, but he could feel something unnatural waiting for him should he turn again.
Sorry I didn't get to us in the cavern-thing-room which you all know as a temple. I ask that if anyone at any point believe they recognise the situation that Ray has found himself in, that you keep it to yourselves. Well now that I only have exams, I am expected to work for parents in yard whenever I would otherwise be enjoying myself. I guess it's not so bad but that means no post until tonight at the earliest.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 19:01:37.
Edited on 2008-06-22 at 15:40:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: The Universe
Is the size of, and is contained within a walnut. We all fit in here because apparantly space, like time, is all relative. The only reason why we can't infiltrate the walnuts of our world is due our misunderstanding of mass. That and the true walnut is universe sized. All the others are merely pale and miniscule immitations.
Why aren't there game rules for climbing monster DCs? Do they expect us to bring down a Dragon through numerous slits to its feet?
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 17:01:07.
Edited on 2008-06-12 at 17:01:52 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Estaba haciendo nada importante. Por lo tanto....
"Your boss told me earlier that people tend to find their misplaced objects fairly soon after they loose them. I'm merely asking to have mine returned early, so if you have my rings, I would like to have them back."
Casia actually begins to shake at the comment, her hands dropping the offered package onto the floor. She shakes her head, several times, and a few tears form in her eyes. "I didn't do it!" She half yells. It would appear she was more adversely affected by accusations than her manager let on.
Willow watched the disturbance in the woman's psyche spark and build like a bonfire from the festivals following the age when all of nature went to war with itself. Within seconds the appropriate fuel had been applied and what was mere moments before a lick of flame had now become a spectacle for the eye to behold.
Am I mistaken then? Does she truly have no knowledge of these reports of lost objects that follow her? These tears, they are not the tears of them spoiled noble girls who are used to getting their way. Willow knelt to pick up the package where it dropped, and spoke, quiet as usual though gently too, less than usual. "I believe you, if you say you don't know about my ring. Maybe you were just a victim of circumstance. I got it from a very special friend of mine and I overreacted when I saw it gone from my finger."
She folds her arms over her stomach and leans against the door frame, to which she has stepped back to. "I am sorry." Thereafter she says nothing, if neither Yin nor Casia say anything then the silence stretches on, with Willow looking down at her boots considering everyplace she had gone that day since interruption those few short hours ago.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 05:02:09.
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Topic: The Web of Worlds
Subject: Interested
But I'm playing in a small army of campaigns (though nothing when you compare that to how many Reralae is keeping up with), and with my own campaign about to start (fingers crossed) I don't want to be overextended. I'll follow the story in case one of my campaigns draws to a close or (heaven forbid) ends prematurely.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 00:30:09.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
But bad singing aside, respected. To be feared would crush my fragile heart.
And I'd wash my dog too (depending upon the fact of its non-deceased nature). If that person's being there didn't ruin the whole thing, then it would be ruined by the fact that they now know where that place is.
High Wisdom or high Intelligence?
-For those less than familiar with the difference, and those who visit the non-D&D sections more often the difference is thus: Intelligence is reasoning, logic, knowledge, and memory. Wisdom is awareness, insight, intuition, and common sense.
Posted on 2008-06-06 at 21:02:05.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: OoOps
I'm definitely still in for this, I've just not be checking the Q&A like a good boy in a while. Cyrus is ready to unleash frosty draconic hell on something 
Posted on 2008-06-04 at 01:31:04.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: hehe...
I couldn't decide what I should do to help, then I noticed a detail that had gone unworried about for a while: I have an excess of daggers and nothing better to do XD. Needless to say this proves to be a hazard, having about 10 rounds-1/standard action down there, as I try to grapple.
Let us see what ends up happening. On a side note, I would be appreciative if Percy didn't decide to fire from on high ^-^.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 23:12:41.
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Topic: What Should You Be Doing Right Now?
Subject: Well...
As of about 7 minutes ago, it turned 10:00 pm here. According to experts, it is recommended to get 8 minimum hours of sleep each night so I guess that means I should be sleeping. Other obligations currently include updating AoD, my character Willow, as well as making my character for another friend's game.
What I am doing:
I'm making a character for a friend for my campaign, wishing I hadn't returned the Expanded Psionics book I was borrowing. That would make Ardent making much easier.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 04:09:52.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Don't plans always seem to run into each other like this?
Willow almost lost track of the time as she rested. She was quite thankful that she had no duties to take care of today. For a bit over an hour she rested after she got back, locking herself in the place inside her mind where the universe was hers to control. She thought of what she would say once she encountered this 'Casia' in the mailroom, she wondered endlessly what Yin could want to give her, and why.
At one point, it began to register that Yin was late, not that the fact in itself was surprising. He was later than even expected however, so she shifted as if to get up, when another event wound its way into her area of awareness. The sound of a soft knock, mercifully less punishing on the nerves than the one that began the day's episodes. This relatively peaceful knock upon her door was not the sound that had made her still, and listen. She thought she heard, and was now reaffirmed as she listened, the hastey thrum of some running through the halls.
The girl had fully propped herself up just in time to bare audio witness the the catastrophic collision just beyond the safety of her door.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!" Casia's voice can be heard.
"What is wrong with you!" Yin shouts angrilly, "Most people I know tend to keep their eyes open while running!"
"I'm very very sorry! I was checking all the room numbers for this delivery. Normally I'm to leave the package at the mailbox, but I found all those mailboxes kind of confusing, and a few actually need to be relabeled, since theirs is either peeling off or is missing, but I would've been quite late if I had to wait for that."
Casia very quickly was attempting to explain to her latest victim the circumstances behind being collided with. Willow rolled off her bed and crossed to her door, to intercept what was building up into a perfect little disaster.
Willow just gets to her door as Yin grunts to his feet, "Who's it for anyway?" He queries.
"For a Ms. Hiswena." Casia replies automatically, "Do you know which room she's in?"
Now both standing they are aware of a third head to the conversation, situated some distance above either in the doorframe immediately along the wall of where the interception occured.
"That," Willow said softly as she slid further into the hall, "would be I. Would you give me a moment Yin?" she asked of the man who had nearly been situated to her back as the tall girl found herself in a more advantageous spot against Casia.
She would have prefered to take care of each person's demands individually, starting with getting her rings back. To Casia she spared little nicety before getting to business. "You should take care where you are running, miss. But that aside, I believe you have some things for me then?"
(If Casia expresses bewilderment at this statement)
"Your boss told me earlier that people tend to find their misplaced objects fairly soon after they loose them. I'm merely asking to have mine returned early, so if you have my rings, I would like to have them back."
(Upon delivery of one ring and return of the other, if such a thing is negotiable)
"There, that wasn't so difficult," Willow said, slipping the signet ring back into her pouch. "This ring here," she said, holding the other up, "is a magic ring, if that doesn't make it valuable enough, it is a present from my fiancé. I'm sure you can understand why I did what I did to ensure its safe return." Willow's shyness of such situations seems gone, as she is the one in control, using her irritation to give her confidence.
"I don't mean to accuse you of theivery. To prove it I shall let you go after I am finished talking with you, but should you continue this practice of slipping objects off those you 'meet', I have no doubt that you will 'meet' some one who will not hesitate to turn you in when they don't immediately find their valuables," she unconsciously grabs Casia by the arm in the process of forcing the woman to understand her words. "Theivery is a dishonourable practice. I understand that you don't intend to keep that which you take, but that in itself doesn't justify the deed. To earn by hard work makes the rewards that much greater, but to steal the profit of another's work is robbing yourself of dignity. I don't think I'm going to be the only one you ever borrow from who can find you again." Willow releases Casia's arm, realizing that she had taken hold of it. "I suggest that you return anything else before you get caught."
As Casia departed Willow watched her go, knowing just how much of her lecture had been copied from the person who had taught her why not to steal, as well as how not to have to. Willow's heart began to lull again, now that the tension had gone. She remembered Yin standing behind her who had witnessed, full-on, a side of Willow that he had never seen outside of practice. She smiled slightly and looked down, timid again.
"You wanted to see me?"
(If Casia elects to run at any point before I am done with her, I will call after her to stop before she gets out of hand and hunt her down.)
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 04:25:47.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: I would REALLY LOVE for my posts to stop being deleted the moment I submit them.
Entrance~
A moment after Willow's slight knock, the door opens a crack, and the manager wearily asks, "Are you another person who has lost something?"
"I am here to request a delivery," Willow states, speaking truthfully by avoiding the question. I have lost something, but that is about to be taken care of
Of Mailbox Numbers and Deliveries~
"I would then like for you to have this ring here delivered to a friend of mine who lives there." She says, drawing from her pocket the signet ring she had. "I will give you the Barracks Mailbox Number if you will just allow me to write it down somewhere for the deliveryperson."
"That won't be necessary; I have a document that lists all the mailboxes in Aqinarr." The man says, smiling, "When would you like it delivered?"
"Oh, uh, the exact time is not important; later today, in about an hour or two," Willow responded, her heart still returning to normal rhythm down after an unexpected turn in the plan, "delivered to one Ms. Hiswena." As the man scribbled down the delivery order and consulted his reference document, Willow hoped that the change of her last name had trickled down to even here.
"So is business good?" she asks tamely
"It's OK. The consistent accusations against Casia puts a bit of a black mark on our reputation though, however, since the misplaced items are always found, it's more of a temporary thing than anything else. Apart from that, it's about what I expected."
"So people always find what they lost? That's very good to hear," she comments. VERY good
"Do you have many employees running your deliveries?"
"No. I would've liked to employ more people to do the deliveries, but with all the accusations going on, it's bad enough with just Casia. Fortunately, she never takes any of it seriously, and doesn't hold any grudges, since she knows she's a bit clumsy, and that people tend to attribute that clumsiness to be thief-like behaviour. She is unorganized, and a bit of a clutz, but she is reliable and a dedicated person. In actuality, I know what Casia is like with schedules, so I arrange the delivery to be made earlier than it is supposed to be, so she actually delivers it on time." The man chuckles.
Willows body jerks in indication of a soft chuckle. She allows the corner of her mouth to turn up slightly, as she ponders to herself. He seems honest enough, perhaps I will have nothing to worry about. If what he says is correct, I should be seeing this 'Casia' for a little talk later. Nearly at the end of her will to talk. She places the two copper fee upon the table and leaves, trying not to be self-conscious as the foolish part of her mind gave her the impression that the man was watching her leave.
Outside again, Willow directed her boots back toward the barracks, once again becoming aware of the sore and slightly battered state of her body and limbs. Suddenly returning to her bed at the barracks seemed a very compelling idea, regardless what else would have to be done today.
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 16:36:43.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Slow and steady wins the race, but downright obstinate will prevail too
Willow soon discovered the locale of a delivery company of which might have a lead. The worries of multiple delivery companies operating out of the same area that she may have had were dispelled when she saw the number of others who came to the same realization that she did. From inside the headquarters for the operation itself came cries ranging from the dissatisfied to the downright angry.
She took perspective of her surroundings, gathering a sense of the area. This is where the woman works, pondered Willow, soon she and I may have to have a talk when we 'run' into each other next. The background to her thoughts included the sporadic cries and shouts of the business owner, who at length convinced the crowd to seek elsewhere for their mislocated items.
He certainly places a high level of confidence in his employees, I hope that confidence is not poorly placed. Willow approached the door that everyone else was departing from while inside she hardened herself for what must come to pass. Her hand raised to the door and hesitated as she considered her plan again, trying to make sure that she would not suddenly come into a loss of words. Then she struck her knuckles against the door, and waited for the reply.
*room for call and answer*
{Assuming that sooner or later Willow gains entrance to the building}
Willow took a seat and waited for the man to be ready to take her delivery order. "Do you-" she asked, her fists in her lap balling as she fought the nervousness of everyday conversation, "Do you make deliveries to the Barracks not so far from here?" she asks.
(again, assuming yes)
"I would then like for you to have this ring here delivered to a friend of mine who lives there." She says, drawing from her pocket the signet ring she had. "I will give you the Barracks Mailbox Number if you will just allow me to write it down somewhere for the deliveryperson."
As she writes her own mailbox number, she tries to make what hopefully sounds as friendly conversation, "So is business good?" she asks tamely.
(response)
"Do you have many employees running your deliveries?"
With this simple question so uttered, Willow begins to get at what she came for, a few more clues for the vault about this mysterious delivery-thief.
(conversation perhaps)
If anything lucky were to come of this day, the person who delivered her ring to herself would be the woman in question. As unlikely as that is however, Willow made plans to get whatever more information could be obtained out of one of her co-workers perhaps. She paid the dues of the deed and left to return to the barracks, where soon Yin would be knocking on her door. The time of delivery would be later this day, no sooner than the next hour, allowing time to accept this gift that Yin felt he had to give to her.
Posted on 2008-05-31 at 17:29:28.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: The hero is not always the gallant knight in shining armor.
As the massive cross between a cat and something wet and ugly drags his 'brother' off the bridge Miran throws down his rapier on the dock, not granting himself a second for thought, for to think at this point would be to doubt. He ran to the edge of the bridge near where Pio and the beast elected to go for a dip and himself leapt over the edge with his dagger replacing his longer rapier. Below in the depths were his targets, for he intended to invite himself into yet another private party, by taking hold of the beast to stab it. Perhaps a spell might have helped, but now was the time for action rather than strategy.
If this idea of entering the grapple proves so soon sour, Miran will attempt to convince the uglier (not Pio, if that wasn't clear) member of the fracass to leave early with a quick dosage of enegy bolts from his Magic Missile spell. Lastly, he has four more of the daggers on his person, so the loss of one wouldn't be a tragedy, however he would like to avoid it.
Posted on 2008-05-31 at 15:28:27.
Edited on 2008-06-04 at 01:32:53 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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