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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: Regarding names
Gboy, in character, all our characters know the names of the others, thus introductions are unnecessary.
Posted on 2008-11-22 at 01:16:51.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: *snaps fingers* Darn, caught!
Here's the perfect place... Ocyari thinks, finding the corner, Well, no... the perfect place would be underneath the sink, and then I could chat with the spiders... focus! Hide!
"On another note... where is Ocyari?"
Hehehe, you're not going to find me. Ocyari thinks, closing her eyes so that they can't reflect any possible light and give her away. She stays still, which is rather remarkable considering her rather upbeat nature.
"You can come out now, my little shadow." Ormander's voice came, and from the sound of it, directly toward her.
"Awww... caught!" Ocyari murmurs, sheepishly walking out of her hiding place.
"Pao has told me about the claim made by the vampires. I'm sure we'd better stay on good terms if we want to work that out, now don't we? Which doesn't mean I will forget that you stayed out against my will."
Ocyari winces slightly at the last part, No, I didn't think you would... She thinks, perhaps a bit sourly.
"But I know I can help! You know too!" Ocyari says defensively, her eyes wide and pleading, yet with a sense of stubbornness that easily says for her, 'and you know I'm going to anyway'.
Eventually, after all the cups of tea have been handed out, Ocyari sits, slowly sipping her tea, and making sure to blow on the top of it to cool it a bit first.
"Now, what do you think is wise? Do you want to meet this lord and find out if you could see him as your father? Or do you want to wait. He can't make you if you don't want to be at his side, you know."
Ocyari chuckles nervously, and averts her gaze, "I was trying not to think about it..."
Ocyari falls silent, and seemingly for once her eyes are distant and serious.
"In all honesty, I don't know." Ocyari says, a hint of fear in her voice, "I don't even know anything about vampires, and yet if I'm supposed to be a princess of vampires..."
Ocyari pales, and trembles slightly, "Am I even human?" She asks, her voice faint, "And if I am, does that mean I'll have to become a vampire in order to be their princess? What does it mean to be their princess anyway? Do I have things I have to do? What about manners and stuff? Will I have to learn all that? What if they don't like me?..."
((I'm pretty sure someone's going to say 'Calm down' right about now, if not, well, I think you get the idea of where Ocyari is going with her panic  ))
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 19:28:50.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Oh wow...
That's a very good picture... now I'll have to figure out how to edit such awesomeness into the first post
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 18:37:22.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: I'm up! I'm up! Crazy dream huh?
[Slight backpost, since I'd like for Ocyari to wake up before Ormander comes]
With a big yawn, Ocyari stretches her arms, and groggily sits up.
"Now that..." Ocyari murmurs sleepily, "Was a crazy dream, and I've had many of those."
Jumping to her feet, Ocyari looks around, "Wait... this isn't my room."
Noticing Miran and the others in the chapel as well, Ocyari shakes her head, "Great, now you're going to tell me it wasn't a dream, right?"
"Oh well, I can think about it later." Ocyari decides, quickly beginning more stretches to warm up her body.
However, just as soon as she starts, she freezes, her ears twitching. Footsteps in the hall, and not just anyone's, there is only one person who has footsteps like that in the orphanage.
Urgently, Ocyari whispers to Miran, "I'm not here!" before rushing to hide behind anything that could conceal her small frame (including Miran or any of the others if nothing else will work).
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 18:21:02.
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Topic: Affiliates? Input, please!
Subject: Why not combine the two?
As a compromise, how about in the forum pages where there is a T-shirt ad to replace, put the Partners links there, and for the pages that don't have a T-shirt ad, leave them where they are?
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 17:46:28.
Edited on 2008-11-21 at 17:46:55 by Reralae
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: To be old and young at a single time
Marie shakes her head, "No, I don't live here. I come into town once in a while simply to remember what it is like in a town; I usually stay in the forest, although I've been other places too."
Marie smiles mysteriously, "You said that you heard a similar song from a forest sprite, and we share similar voices, but I wonder... could it have been my voice then as well?"
But before Zau can respond, Marie laughs, "I'm sorry, that was a peculiar thing to say, wasn't it?"
Marie tilts her head at Zau, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I can hear your stomach growling." Marie giggles, "You should go eat."
Glancing up at the sun, which has begun its descent, Marie stands up, which sets her at about Zau's height, with Zau sitting. Gently, she takes Zau's hands, and sets her bowl of coins in them. "I don't really need these." She whispers.
Picking up her backpack, Marie turns back to Zau, "Well, if you'd like to see me later, I'll be in the forest." Her eyes glance toward the windows of the nearby houses, and in a soft, quieter tone, she adds, "Away from prying eyes."
"See you!" Marie waves, turning to go toward the town's entrance.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 02:44:26.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: A pause in the song
The girl looks over, surprised. Normally no one would stop and make conversation, but this person is different.
"My name?" She asks, her voice tentative and gentle.
She pauses, her blue eyes distant, but it isn't a pause of hesitation. It is more like she is trying to remember something.
"Marie." The girl finally replies hesitantly, "Or, at least, I'm pretty sure it is."
Marie tilts her head, regarding Zau with her deep blue eyes, "You're different than the others." Marie thinks aloud, "Most of them wouldn't glance at me twice, yet here you are..."
"So, why are you here?" Marie asks, mirroring the curiosity within Zau with her own, "Did you need my help with something?"
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 01:11:52.
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Topic: Paranoia Q&A
Subject: Pending classification
Provided such information isn't classified, what percentage of Alpha Complex's population is in each class of colour?
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 23:27:34.
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Topic: I'm so bored...
Subject: This is why I posted to the game first
Now I'm so bored I could bring myself to write an essay... (or not... I hate essays more than I hate being bored  )
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 23:10:30.
Edited on 2008-11-20 at 23:14:39 by Reralae
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Topic: Paranoia
Subject: Jen-R-KTCR-1 ready for duty
"A pleasant day indeed, for we have been given an important mission by Friend Computer, which shall be fulfilled by the deadline." Jen replies, her head bowed in both a notion of respect as well as to ensure that no eye contact is made. By the words alone, one might suspect sarcasm, but there is no trace of it in Jen's warm voice, and her lips form the smile of a waitress serving a customer, as she has done many times before.
Turning toward her teammates, she cheerfully adds, "I hold no questions pertaining to this mission, so let me know when you are ready to leave."
With that, Jen steps by the door, standing and waiting patiently. Her jumpsuit is well ironed, with almost no trace of wrinkles, save for the ones made during this day. Like her clothing, Jen's appearance is also well-kept, yet plain, with her dark brown hair cut short so as not to be a source of inefficiency. Her blue-green eyes are difficult to read, but she seems to emulate a vague sense of self-satisfaction that comes with one enjoying their job.
According to her file, Jen has been a waitress since her infrared status, and that job is also her cover job. Apart from that, there is nothing to note regarding her file.
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 22:56:23.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Alright
Updated the description in the first post of Q&A. I'm editing the first post of the game thread now to accommodate, but nothing else will really be changed.
Added in the date and time too, just for the record, although it's easy enough to guess ^_^
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 21:32:04.
Edited on 2008-11-20 at 21:52:54 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Saturday September 9th
9:00 PM
The light clattering of the train's wheels on the just slightly uneven track provide a lull, almost a soothing feeling, drawing those in the west-bound train closer to sleep. The journey has been uneventful, just a standard trip, with the train's nose now aimed into the setting sun, and the individual cars all lit by false, electronic light. A few clouds break the otherwise empty and monotonous sky out the windows, with twilight colours settling on both them and the fields below. There is little to see out the windows now, for the train is travelling across prairie-land, but that's alright. The installed cinema, reminiscent of the style of an airplane's, is made up of miniature screens located on the backs of the many seats, with a button control installed on the armrests.
In one of the train's cars, identical to the others in appearance, only six people are seated within. Wisps of immaterial wind can be seen around each of the others, perhaps an indication of their power, their essence. Closer to the back of the car, sitting by one of the windows, a smartly dressed man can be seen typing away on his laptop. He is cleanly shaved, with short, dark brown hair. Every now and then he stops typing, and quickly glances around the train car in a seemingly nervous twitch.
At the front of the car sits a couple. The woman is seated in her wheelchair, apparently asleep with her head resting against the shoulder of the man next to her. She has brunette hair, tied back in a long ponytail, and she is dressed casually, with a few paint stains visible upon her sweater's sleeves. Her suitcase in front of her is thin, but both wide and long, easily capable of holding poster-sized paper. The man next to her has black hair, and no trace of any moustache or beard. Unlike the woman next to her, he is dressed slightly formally, but also seems to hold an air of a mystical person. He is simply gazing out the window, his eyes distant and unfocused, as they have been throughout the trip.
On the opposite side of the couple, a young woman sits. She too is dressed casually, wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. She also exudes an air of confidence about her, which perhaps can be seen by the faint essence swirling about her. A few tufts of platinum-blond hair can be seen just beyond the edge of the black hood.
A few rows back from the couple, near the middle of the car, sits another woman. Like the man in the back, she seems to have a vague air of tension, perhaps apprehension, or something else. There is a slight unease around her grey eyes, but her posture is calm and relaxed. Her hair is a short length of a dyed red colour.
On the opposite side of the car from her is a man with well tanned skin, identifiable as a Native American. He has black hair, and piercing green eyes. However, perhaps the most unnerving thing about him is quite simply how wild he appears, not one anyone would expect with a city job, and although his arms can't be seen, one can guess by his strong looking hands that they are well toned, as would be the rest of his body. He wears a black overcoat with an easily identifiable native tone, with its mosaic embroidery over the shoulders and tassells along the bottom of the sleeves. He also wears similarly dark leather boots, a worn denim pant, and a casual white shirt.
Eventually all sight of the sun vanishes over the horizon in the distance, and outside turns black, lit only by the train's electronic light. Finally, the train's motion can be felt slowing, and it comes to a stop at an outdoor train station next to the town of Altin. The time is 10:45 PM. The train station is reminiscent of the style of the archaic train stations, but is well lit by the electrical lighting. The silence, if one can consider the soft hum of electrical lighting and the clicks of typing silence, is broken by an announcement over the train's PA system.
"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." A man's voice can be heard over the PA.
The announcement wakes up the woman in the wheelchair, and she looks around slightly, but seeing that it isn't her destination, leans back against her husband. Shortly after the announcement, the door toward the station at the front of the car slides open, and a woman in a conductor's uniform walks in. The uniform is blue, and she wears a blue cap, underneath which her short blond hair can be seen. Under her arm, she is carrying a black folder. She calmly steps to the centre of the front of the car, and places the folder upon a table which she folds out of the side. The man in the back stops typing as he eyes the woman.
"Now, if you want to proceed, please sign your names here." She says, her voice gentle, and matter-of-factly, as she opens the folder. It only holds one page within it, and on the other side is a ball-point pen. Looking back to everyone, she adds, "It's a contract." and seeing everyone's eyes narrow with suspicion, continues almost reassuringly, "Don't worry, all it says is you'll take full responsibility for your actions. You know, the usual stuff."
The man at the back quickly stands and walks over, but before he can put the the pen to the page, the woman adds, "Real name, if you would please, the name of your soul. Rest assured, not even I will see it."
Raising an eyebrow at the woman, the man carefully signs the page. Following him are the couple at the front, first the husband, who raises an eyebrow at the page, but does sign. The wife then signs, showing only a bare trace of hesitation, confident that her husband would've told her otherwise if she shouldn't have.
Should you choose to scrutinize the page, you find that it is a rather ornate sheet of paper, a pure white page lined with what appears to be gold, and the letters seem to be made from golden leaf. This is what it says:
I chooseth this fate of my own free will.
The path I shalt forge is of my own doing.
Whether good or ill results of my actions,
I accept responsibility for them.
Below this are six lines, the first three already having been filled by the other's signatures, however, try if you will, they are illegible, although whether this is by their intent or not is difficult to say, considering the woman's words that not even she would see the signatures.
((Hehehe, I know I took this bit of the opening involving the signing from another source, but I liked the idea of it... anyway, as she says, if you wish to proceed, sign ^_^))
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 07:31:27.
Edited on 2008-11-21 at 20:19:03 by Reralae
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: There is always more than meets the eye
Standing in the shade of a house's roof, off to the side of the roads, a young girl sings alone. She is very young, no older than eight years old from the looks of it, with a wooden bowl placed in front of her, in which are a number of copper and even silver coins others have placed. Few people regard her, for they are busy with their own work, but those that have time do pause, for although she is young, her voice is surprisingly well trained. The song is clear, yet at the same time slow and gentle, more like the whispering of a wind.
A breath of sun in the spring of light,
With the moon's kiss felt during the night.
In the wind a flower sways, and the clouds cry a tear,
The flower grows without cause for fear.
A sunflower that shines through the shadow of doubt,
Yet no one can hear its quiet shout,
As the fall comes and winter showers its snow,
Its seeds are sewn for the new year to grow.
Her eyes are closed as she sings, but when she finishes the last line, she opens them. They are a bright blue, but they are probably not what one would see first when they look at her. Her most noticeable feature is undoubtedly her long hair, for it is not a natural shade, being the blue and green tone of the ocean. She wears a simple dress, worn and stained, a possible indication that she has no home. Behind her, leaning against the building she borrows the shade of, sits a small backpack, perhaps containing her only possessions.
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 05:53:51.
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Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Are you sure?
The meeting held very little interest to Tear; she had seen many, and her wandering mind could easily supply the scenes of countless others. That is, until Twigbreaker broke the silence. His proclamation stirred up the others, and from the shadow she was sitting in, Tear saw the emotions rise and fall like a geyser, before settling uneasily with Plumpbelly's premature dismissal. Her golden eyes regarded Plumpbelly calmly, but she did not speak, instead licking her whiskers clean of the snack which she had been eating throughout the meeting.
"So, you would dismiss all hope before it could flourish and blossom." Tear murmurs softly to herself, her muzzle hardly moving with the speech, "And by your will, you would let this child be alone in her stand, simply dismissing the notion as absurd without thinking."
Tear averts her gaze, and closes her eyes, "This is one of the reasons why I am not a part of your clan, although this too is my home."
Turning her back to the others, Tear vanishes into the shadow.
* * *
With a small flick, the young one sends a pebble into the river, disturbing its surface. Tear's golden eyes regard her carefully, from the shadow nearby. As she looked up to the stars, Tear took that time to speak.
"I wouldn't look to the stars, or the moon, or the sun." Tear says gently, "They hold their own plight, independent of those in their light. It isn't that they don't care, but rather that they simply cannot."
Stepping forward into the light, Tear's black, slender body makes nearly no noise as she steps toward the young Shard.
"You are not as alone as you might think, young one." the adult panther adds softly, "But that is something to be said another time. For now, just know that, at the very least, I will not let you stand alone."
Posted on 2008-11-19 at 01:13:02.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: Listen to what people have to say!
"No? If thy ears canst hear my voice, thou art beyond the world." Shianna murmurs. If she was disheartened, she knew better than to let it show. Even instinctual creatures would be able to sense faltering of heart, and would strike it. If the wolf pack's prey begins to falter, the wolves will redouble their efforts to take it down. In that case, one life is taken so that others may survive, but what of these abominations? Surely there is nothing that would be provided to them in the taking of life, and nothing would be truly returned upon their death. Just more proof of their unforgivable existence.
Isaac calls for a retreat, and Shianna mentally agrees. There is very little to be gained by killing these monsters, for they are as leaves upon a vile and twisted tree; only by striking the roots would the tree be killed. Still, in order to retreat, an opening must be made, and that meant either felling the creatures in their way, or otherwise making them get out of the way. Glancing over her shoulder to see more abominations gathering, Shianna turns to face them.
"Mayhap thy companions art hard of hearing, but art thou?" Shianna asks, once again holding her stone tree pendant, "Wouldst thou open thine eyes?" Shianna asks, glaring at these mindless creatures, "Canst thou see? The world is not the place for thee. There is no place for thee, mere cancers to life. Hearken to me! Thou art beyond the path given to those that live, yet still thou tread it. Where art thou supposed to be? Not in this world, and I shalt give the world a voice. Hear it, and hear the world's cry. Thou shalt begone!"
((I know the first one was a bit better, or at least perhaps a bit longer, but I don't want to be too monotonous... ))
Posted on 2008-11-17 at 20:22:04.
Edited on 2008-11-17 at 20:29:50 by Reralae
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Well...
If I recall correctly, it was Kilmorrigan who wanted more monsters and wanted me to not turn them, so I guess that means I'll leave him be with his monsters... ^_^
By the way... does the added monsters make this a 'new' encounter?
On another note, the wolf is Shianna's companion, NOT Syana's.
Posted on 2008-11-17 at 01:57:57.
Edited on 2008-11-17 at 02:08:30 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Alrighty
Kudos to Kaelyn for getting me to correct the Smite Evils by both Mist and Deunan... it changes circumstances slightly (only 2 Scouts left).
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 22:52:40.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Nope
You can't take 10 in strenuous situations like combat
And yes, I'm doing it as d20 + [applicable bonuses]
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 22:10:02.
Edited on 2008-11-15 at 22:11:50 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Not really
Like I said, I just rolled a lot of ones this round (also, it should be noted that I am rolling Armour Class). Also, I'm not surprised that the Foot Soldier felled one of the party members; engaging it in melee is not advised, given its physical prowess.
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 21:55:13.
Edited on 2008-11-15 at 21:55:50 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Wow, wave of ill fortune this round
Willow, not to be dismayed at her previous strangely missed hit, swings her right blade across, and again through the Linsemptus Scout without resistance. Bringing her left blade back, however, Willow catches the Linsemptus Scout off balance, and this time her blade does encounter its intangible body, cutting deep into the gelatinous form (-11 hp Linsemptus Scout). In attempting to bring both blades across at the same time, the Linsemptus Scout ducks underneath one, to be caught in the other's path. Unfortunately, the Linsemptus's immateriality once again comes into play, and the blade passes through without harm.
The Linsemptus Scout in front of Dusk manages to swerve its blow around at a peculiar angle, catching Dusk in the forearm with an off-centre punch. (-2hp Dusk)
"By the Guardinal's light, I defy thee." Deunan says evenly, before bringing her blade to bear. Yet, as she readies her blade to strike, imbued with holy might, she waits for a fraction of a second too long, before the Foot Soldier bashes her blade aside with its shield before she can strike (natural 1). However, she isn't done, and swings the blade around still imbued with holy power, slashing into the Linsemptus Foot Soldier's side. (-15 hp Linsemptus Foot Soldier)
"Foul creature begone!" Mist shouts in almost a mirroring of Deunan as she brings her bastard sword about in a fierce two-handed blow hitting the Linsemptus Scout across the neckline (natural 20). Mist's blade seems to glow white as it cuts deep into the Linsemptus Scout, causing it to screech in agony, and now its form looks precariously fragile, with wisps of its body seeming to evaporate and reform in an unstable equilibrium. (-20hp Linsemptus Scout) Unfinished, she brings the bastard sword around again, this time impaling the Scout and causing it to dissipate with an unearthly screech. (-15 hp Linsemptus Scout, felled)
Seeing an opening, Farah fires her bow thrice consecutively. The first arrow hits the Linsemptus Scout in front of Manalagna, jarring it in the arm (-5 hp Scout). The second shot veers wide, but doesn't endanger either Manalagna or Sora. The final shot flies straight and true into the Scout's torso, underneath the arm of Sora, who flinches slightly at the close proximity. (-11 hp Scout)
Not to be left out, Sora whirls his two wrist blades about in a four-hit strike. The first two hit the already off-balance Scout, with the second striking into its torso and cutting fairly deep. (-5, -7 hp Scout) The second two, however, are evaded as the Linsemptus Scout ducks and sidesteps.
Forcing his blade to infringe upon the boundary between spacial addresses, Dusk swiftly strikes forward. However, the Linsemptus Scout sees the blade coming, and twists to the side of its trajectory.
Yin walks over toward Dusk, "Need a hand?" he asks, although his stance indicates he'll help regardless.
The Linsemptus Scout in front of Manalagna hesitates for a moment, before suddenly jabbing its fist into Manalagna's torso. Being a sudden movement, the strike has little force behind it (-1 hp Manalagna).
Dev reaches the Linsemptus Foot Soldier, and slashes his katar before the Foot Soldier can turn to acknowledge his presence. The katar in his hand glow with a white aura as he strikes, and the Linsemptus Foot Soldier winces slightly from the attack. (-12 hp Linsemptus Foot Soldier) It seems the many attacks upon the Foot Soldier are finally beginning to wear it down, for its body seems to appear less substantial, although it is still a considerable threat.
"Arcane Missiles of magic force, I summon thee to now fly forth!" Armand calls, and the Linsemptus Foot Soldier turns in time to see the five missiles as they impact it in the torso. A low growl can be heard as the Foot Soldier's glowing red eyes brighten with fury. (-12 hp Linsemptus Foot Soldier)
Manalagna stands his ground, and begins weaving the magics of a spell. It is the perfect opening for the Linsemptus Scout in front of him. Even though Manalagna's reflexes are enough to make him step to the side, the Scout's attack this time is the same blade it used in the beginning, and it slashes across diagonally into Manlagna's form. (-5 hp Manalagna) There is a cracking sound, and the rift opened by the Scout's blade sends an enormous wave of pain into Manalagna's body, too much for even the dwarf to handle, and he wasn't expecting it either. (Natural 1 for the save, paralysed)
[Round 3]
Knowing that its death is near, the Linsemptus Foot Soldier roars, and slams its blade down upon Deunan, mustering more force than even before. Not even Armand's added protection aids her against the power of the attack, and the blade slashes her grievously across the torso (-21 hp Deunan). The Linsemptus Foot Soldier bashes her blade with its shield, knocking it out of the way of its second, powerful blow, this time catching her off guard as it cuts deeply into her arm, to the bone (-23 hp Deunan). Foregoing power for accuracy on its last strike, the Linsemptus Foot Soldier slams its blade forward, impaling Deunan through the heart, despite her blade attempting to block the blow. (Critical hit, -24 hp Deunan... Deunan is dead) Retracting its blade, slick with Deunan's blood, the Linsemptus Foot Soldier turns toward the others in its reach, with Deunan's limp body falling to the ground.
Mitsuru steps to the side so she is adjacent to both Akihiko and Dev. She holds her hands to her heart, as though praying, and around all three of them, a faint white aura appears.
Xira steps up, around Dev, bringing the Death Scythe from its sling as she does so. The Foot Soldier turns in time to see Xira nearly decapitate it with a swing of her deadly weapon. (-23 hp Linsemptus Foot Soldier) The Foot Soldier lets out a scream of anguish as its form dissipates into nothingness, the noise nearly deafening the people near it. Xira grits her teeth, but she can't truly hide the damage her weapon is inflicting upon her as well as the blood from her hands drips down the scythe's shaft to drip onto the ground.
The remaining Linsemptus Scouts seem slightly shaken by the loss of their squadron leader, but they don't look as though they'll retreat any time soon.
[Status so far]
Xira - Yellow
Yin - Green
Mist - Green
Farah - Green
Sora - Green
Dev - Green
Mitsuru - Green
Akihiko - Green
Willow - 68/72
Dusk - 52/57
Manalagna - 68/78, paralysed
Armand - 72/72
Deunan - dead (past -10)
((Alright... as the subject says, a wave of ill fortune this round... I rolled quite a few ones... In any case, there are two Linsemptus Scouts remaining. One of which is near-dead (the one by Manalagna), and the other looks so-so by Dusk. Your turn... and hopefully the dip in ill fortune means a rise in good fortune sooner rather than later...))
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 20:09:16.
Edited on 2008-11-25 at 21:03:07 by Reralae
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: *Sigh...*
^ Really shouldn't have bitten...
< Probably has two patients to heal... one with a grievous bite wound, the other with possible disease from inflicting said bite
v Sympathizes
Posted on 2008-11-15 at 03:41:40.
Edited on 2008-11-15 at 03:42:47 by Reralae
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Topic: Poetry of Reralae
Subject: Emotions of Life - Regret
The shadow of the past weighs more than the world,
And not-taken paths grow dull and curled.
The desire to go back, and make one's place brighter,
Stepping back to undo the flames of the lighter.
Return to the past, undo a mistake,
Choose the other path that one would make.
Time flows in one direction, unheeding and cruel,
Sometimes too swiftly, gathering mistakes as fuel.
What are mistakes and what are not?
Look carefully at what has been wrought.
True, it seems the journey is unbearably long,
But bypassing it would bring about more wrong.
The hands of time cannot be turned back,
They simply follow their single train track.
Perhaps one can't go back, but one has to move on,
For in the end, what is done is done.
Life consists of both joy and woe,
But it is the moment that decides where we'll go.
Still, one can't help but look at things that were,
And think of something better to occur.
Posted on 2008-11-14 at 23:39:53.
Edited on 2008-11-14 at 23:45:18 by Reralae
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Topic: Paranoia - Always Recruiting
Subject: Yay!
Meri, let's team up! 
... of course, it'd probably be more like a tentative alliance type thing given the nature of the game 
Posted on 2008-11-14 at 20:31:47.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Umm, I don't think there's a need to
That could be the secret we find out later
Posted on 2008-11-13 at 22:51:34.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Well, let's try this again
When Aelistae fell, Linnix feared the worst. That distance could have easily killed her... but it didn't. That in itself held much relief for Linnix, but the battle was far from over.
She's alright.
Taking her gaze away from Aelistae, Linnix looked back to the drow in the sky. Linnix could feel the hatred, the enmity welling inside of her. It had been a while since she felt that way, with her life's new direction, but it was still there. At least now perhaps Linnix would not let it blind her. Perhaps.
"Thank you." Linnix absently says to Dylan next to her as she feels the stinging in her body lessen as some of her wounds heal.
Gritting her teeth, and willing her body to endure more punishment, Linnix prepares to commit to her next act. The ugly, squabbling goblins around her wait patiently, knowing she'll give them the opportunity to hit. Well, in revenge, one has to make sacrifices.
"Why don't you just die?" Linnix mutters spitefully, raising the bow once more and firing at the dark priestess above.
Posted on 2008-11-13 at 22:21:58.
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