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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Who is this?

Another? Not someone I saw before. Sen thinks to herself, silent in the air. She stealthily wanders over to Erihsehc.

"I do not know who this is." She murmurs simply.

Smoothly and soundlessly, Sen flies up a bit higher, trying to avoid direct contact with the new stranger.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 05:55:32.

Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The Power of the Shield

Two enemies. Well, what else could they be? Hostile implies unfriendly at the very least, but being undead, these pathetic things are likely mindless as well, so that meant if they weren't destroyed, they'd attack and try to kill. It's straight-forward, simple logic, and yet... well, it's just one of those things Galen can't help but dislike. The continuation of the Eternal War; it's what gives life purpose at many times, and yet... it's just silly.

Oh dear, thinking on his own train of thought, Galen reacts rather late. Oh well, the hands of time cannot be turned back, at least not easily, and not without repurcussions. Focus! What needs to be done here? Two 'spells' are not yet used, but one of them should be saved for later, and Galen knows which one would be most useful now.

Space is a bizarre thing. It exists, but one cannot touch it, see it, or easily cut it. Drawing his left hand forward, Galen draws a different rune, this one with two standing waves, meeting at the center in a node, with three lines curving in to strike it, but none of them passing. The standard application of the force of the shield.

Galen concentrates, murmuring, "Ad ghv togwr hq ghv fhgniu, oorh ghv tatekrd qv vrvcgor go."

Drawing with his mind, he separates the space in which he is in from the space in front, forming a barrier. Nothing even shows physically that it exists, yet it is there. Galen can feel it. A small smile forms on Galen's face.

If there is a spot untaken by the two zombies, Galen takes it, ready to fight. If there is none, he simply says, "Please get out of the way."

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 05:49:45.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 23:53:53 by Reralae

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Crossroads - Round 2 of Combat

The party quickly gathers their wits at this new enemy's presence. Its form flickers as it realizes it is badly outnumbered, but still it remains, threatening and forboding.

Viis stands and plays, the power of his song providing a theme to the battle. His playing, however, fills everyone's hearts with adrenaline, spurring their bodies to provide even more for this battle.

Charlet stands and takes aim at the Linsemptus, drawing forth the power of fire in order to strike. Her aim is true, as the ray flies through the Linsemptus, but all it does is fly straight through it.

Ignis, not to be left out, unleashes a shot of three shimmering bolts of magic that veer towards the Linsemptus Scout. One barely strikes it, just glancing off of its arm, while the other two strike almost dead in the center of its torso, causing it to recoil with the force of the assault.

Sable stands swiftly and strikes at the bizarre foe, lunging forth with a fist that was unfortunately not raised with as well a form as he would have preferred. The Linsemptus Scout ducks underneath the attempted blow.

Ita draws back her bow and takes yet another shot. This one veers wide of its target, landing with a thud in the tree just to the side of the Linsemptus Scout.

Recovering from the Magic Missile attack, from below Sable's strike the Linsemptus Scout smacks Sable with a fierce uppercut, striking the halfling under the chin and somewhat knocking his head back. (-4 hp Sable)

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 05:19:28.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: What was that?!

It all happens so fast, too fast to even see clearly. Linnix recoils from the wolf that appears out of nowhere, thankfully out of its attack range. Where did these come from?! They weren't here before! The lycanthrope leader tears at Xaris's throat, and blood spatters into the air, he drinks the potion, perhaps just in time, but then... what happened? Everything's gone, it all fades...


The moment seems to freeze for Linnix. She couldn't see. There is only whiteness. Whiteness, like a soft blanket of snow.

Then she remembers.

When her vision finally returns, Linnix finds that she is crying. Oh well, it doesn't matter if she is; there were things to be done. If we're to survive, Linnix thinks, We must be strong and fight. Strong in mind, not just in body.

Linnix glances around, examining the situation. Big and bad and two underlings over there, one ugly in front of her. There is one thing she could still do.

Linnix reaches into her bag, and pulls out the gryphon stone figurine.

"Fly Tessa Fly!" Linnix calls.

When the gryphon takes form, Linnix commands, "Attack the wolves over there!" indicating the ones aiding the Lycanthrope in fighting Xaris and Artanis.

Linnix herself backs away slightly from the one in front of her, trying to give Talus a clearer shot, while at the same time trying not to give the wolf an opening to strike.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 04:52:52.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 04:53:18 by Reralae

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Drink your tea...

Nodding gently at Lizzie's comment, Bridget follows her instruction, and leaves the small pitcher where it was. Lizzie needed to calm down, so Bridget knew she had to do her best not to do anything which may further cause more distress.

"Here, just have some tea." Bridget says, handing Lizzie the chamomile cup, and hoping it would help sooth her nerves and mind.

Posted on 2008-07-10 at 02:04:45.

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Tea's Ready

Borden Home

Bridget thinks for a moment, bringing her right hand up to her chin as she thinks hard about the morning. Her train of thought is interrupted by the high pitched whistle of steam billowing from the kettle's spout.

"Just a moment." Bridget says, returning to the kitchen. Swiftly she takes out a tray and three cups, and pours a generous amount of hot water in all three. She then leaves the kettle on the stove, although she puts out the flames somewhat. Reaching into a drawer, she lifts the tops off of three different jars, and puts a tea bag from each into each of the three cups.

"Chamomile for Lizzie I'd think, jasmine for me, and peppermint for the marshall." she murmurs, memorizing the cup's locations on the tray, before leaving them to steep for a couple minutes, returning to the dining room in the meantime for a brief moment, sitting back in her chair and thinking some more.

"I'm afraid nothing really comes to mind, although I'd be the wrong person to ask; my job is all about routines, and when washing the windows as I was today, I'm afraid I don't pay much attention to what's beyond them." Bridget replies to Rufus.

She then returns to check on the tea, and, thinking that it'd be fine even though it hadn't sat for all that long, Bridget takes out the tea bags. She places each cup in a saucer, each with a different floral pattern despite the cups being the same, and sets the chamomile tea in front of Lizzie, along with a miniature pitcher of milk and a small container of sugar with a spoon. Bridget then returns to the dining room with the two others, along with a second set of milk and sugar, just in case. She passes the peppermint tea over to Rufus, and offers the milk and sugar, before taking her own cup without any; she always preferred her tea plain.

"I put in enough water for two cups, so please tell me if you'd like a second." Bridget says before taking a sip from her cup, enjoying the subtle taste.

Posted on 2008-07-10 at 00:42:27.
Edited on 2008-07-10 at 00:43:49 by Reralae

Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: *Yawn* Sorry, Political Discussions Make Anna Sleeeeepy

Being mostly vegetarian, Ninkanna settles on munching on a couple of fruits she recognizes, as well as a bowl of the sauteed vegetables. She accepts the drink, and sniffs it first, before taking a tentative sip. However, she politely declines the cigar.

As Namor continues to explain, however, Ninkanna's ears droop lower and lower, she eats at a slower and slower pace, and she looks as though she is about to fall asleep while sitting up by the end of it. She gives a little yawn, covered by a paw-like hand. Admittedly, most of what was said that was key to understanding was kind of beyond her; she knew little about the subtlties and the ways of politics. I'm so glad I'm not the one that has to deal with this... Ninkanna thinks to herself, All this over a lost sheet of paper...

"I'm sorry." Ninkanna says aloud, realizing her yawn must've seemed a bit rude, "I really don't understand politics all that much."

After a moment, just realizing Namor would be like Kavtan with his inexperience with Jedi, Ninkanna elaborates, "There are two main types of Jedi. There are the ones who are diplomats, who settle things like this, such as Si-Di, and ones who are guardians, trained to defend, such as me."

That said, Ninkanna falls silent, letting the others discuss, not really intent on saying anything more regarding the politics.

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 05:52:48.

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Let me put the kettle on...

11:33 AM
Borden Home

Bridget, accustomed to taking care of people's material needs first, excuses herself for just a moment to put the tea kettle on. Returning to the kitchen, she methodically pulls out the tea kettle, and pours in enough water for six cups, and sets it on the stove. She lights a match and quickly places it on the wood to ignite it. She returns to the dining room immediately after, with a quick glance to Lizzie that indicates that she hadn't exactly returned yet.

The act of doing something 'normal' seems to ease Bridget, and her hand stops shaking.

"I'm afraid there wasn't anything strange that I could tell doing my work, although I do pay a bit too much attention to it rather than my surroundings." Bridget says, "And I wasn't feeling all that well either; I threw up earlier today after breakfast. Does that mean anything?" She asks skeptically.

"Oh, and what kind of tea would you like?" Bridget asks, "Black with a hint of jasmine, chamomile, peppermint, or black with a hint of strawberry?"

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 01:46:48.

Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Interpretations...

Sen watches the two riders split up. One to go ahead, perhaps to lay a trap, one to stay behind, to ensure the 'prey's' coming. Sen thinks.

There would be time to catch the other later if needed; Sen's speed in flight easily could outmatch the speed of a horse. She decides to continue to tail the one, Cire as he would reveal himself. Cire tosses his sword away, but Sen isn't fooled, Very few mortals who wander the wild do so without any weapons. Sen thinks, Even I have my own.

"Greetings friend, I am Cire a traveller. I wish you well and ask if I may share your camp fire. I bring some fine wine as my good intention?"

Silent and hidden, even to those who may see her, Sen sneaks up, hovering just above the ground, to seemingly crouch in the air, just by Erihsehc. "He is one; the other, I believe gone ahead. I will talk about him later." Sen whispers, her voice hardly disturbing the air past Erihsehc, "Both, I believe armed. This one, I do not believe will strike."

She said little, for there was little time in which to speak, and as she stalks to the side, hidden in the shadows although untouched by the light, Sen raises her hand towards Cire, ready to strike even if neither of the others do.

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 01:15:29.

Topic: ~Crimson Blood~
Subject: Blushing

The little girl averts her eyes, blushing, even though no one there can see her. She rarely saw passionate behaviour, and personally wished she weren't so curious so that she could give couples the privacy they deserve. Oh well, one can't change one's innate nature, at least not easily.

The girl turns and watches a butterfly passing by. Like the butterfly, she could easily have a very simple life, but she wouldn't, because she would always find things that she ended up being involved in.

She thinks about her own pursuits, and wonders about a myth. Would it exist here, in this world, or would she have to look elsewhere?

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 00:57:11.

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: *Hums Poirot's theme*

11:31 AM
Borden Home

Bridget looks up and nods to Rufus, then glances once more at Lizzie. "I'll be right back." She says, her tone trying to be comforting, but just wavering slightly at the edge of perception.

Bridget follows Rufus into the next room, and sits opposite Rufus (provided such an arrangement is possible). She smooths the front of her apron with her left hand, seemingly out of habit; her right hand is shaking slightly. She looks at Rufus much like any other notable guest of the house; with respect and perhaps a bit of uncertainty behind her tranquil appearance, the uncertainty of a waitress asking a patron if they would like anything else when it just may be unnecessary.

"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" Bridget asks habitually, her voice wavering slightly out of a forced image of serenity.

"I..." Her voice trails off, "I just can't believe it."

She chokes slightly, and once more brings herself to an unsteady-yet-calm demeanour.

"Was there anything in particular you wanted to ask?" Bridget asks hesitantly, "Or... well, where would you like me to begin?"

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 05:44:35.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 05:48:48 by Reralae

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: They're in my way... but that's a good thing too

Linnix smiles a smug smile, watching the wolf collapse with her shot. Next on the list is the other bother to the main attacking party; the other wolf. Linnix squeezes the trigger, and lets her bolt fly, hopefully to some vital part of the wolf's anatomy...

After her bolt sails off, Linnix reaches down to her quickly emptying pocket of silver bolts, and places yet another into the crossbow.

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 03:27:49.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 03:37:18 by Reralae

Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.A.Y.S.

Security Against Years of Storms

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 01:18:38.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 01:20:53 by Reralae

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Reassurance... and Mischief

Hearing Divot's real voice, not that false impersonation of it in her dream, Haila's heart races. I knew there was another thing wrong about it, but I can't believe I didn't realize what.

"Kept offerin’ me stuff wha’ I din’t really want… Kinda like it were mebbe guessin’… I reckon th’ one thing it did peg down, though, was when th’ sword wha’ were talkin’ to me done it in Halia’s voice… even seen th’ sword turns inta ‘er fore it were all done." Divot elaborates, explaining the shot-and-miss nature of his own dream.

Haila nearly crushes the halfling in another huge hug, "I don't think I need to say, but it hardly got your voice right at all!" She says, soundly kissing Divot on the cheek. With the reality held in her embrace, the falseness of her dream melts away from Haila's mind.

"Hey! That's another hug you didn't invite me into!" Niamedris interjects, pawing at Haila's leg.

Playfully, Haila pushes Niamedris to the side with her foot. Miffed, Niamedris wanders off to find another way to poltergeist their mental connection.

Suddenly, Haila jerks sharply, nearly tossing Divot into the air. Her hair stood on end, and she stands really abruptly and stiffly, and it was as though... well, it is a peculiar sensation to describe, and Haila was at a considerable loss of words, save for one.

"NIAMEDRIS!" She yells, implicating the cat.

If cats could grin, Niamedris certainly would be, pulling the tip of his tail out of the convenient puddle of water. His companion's reaction is priceless to him, worth even more than the next meal, and the inconvenience of having to get his own tail wet is well worth it.

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 00:56:57.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 00:58:39 by Reralae

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Comfort?

11:30 AM
Borden Home

Bridget stands over to the side, slightly fidgeting nervously with her apron, and breathing a bit deeper than usual; she had just run around quite a bit after all. She glances over at Lizzie for a moment, before walking over.

"Lizzie, did you want me to get you anything? Tea or something else to drink?" Bridget asks a bit hesitantly, her tone comforting and gentle.

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 23:50:31.

Topic: Borden Murder Case File
Subject: Hmm

I'm not quite sure how to start... should I wait until the authority figures on the scene act before posting, or should I just post something now?

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 22:51:45.

Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.Y.M.P.T.O.M.S.

Scary Yellings Made Per Torn Or Mutilated Sheet

(as in sheet of paper)

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 19:08:48.

Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Eavesdropping

Sen nods, although Erihsehc cannot see her, and she slows down to better and fully inspect the two followers, as well as overhear anything they might be saying. She flies a bit higher, looking down upon the two, examining for metalic glints of weapons, but what she truly is after is any sort of conversation between the two; weapons could easily be concealed, but once motives were uncovered, the question of weapons becomes easily discernable. However, even as she hovers above the two, Sen remains wary. Alturo somehow was able to see her; she couldn't afford to risk being careless behind invisibility for the possibility that these two could also see through it.

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 18:52:27.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Blasted Vivid Dreams and Their Implicit Meanings

Haila woke up confused. Well, confused might put it too lightly; in truth she was bewildered. That dream she had hardly made any sense to her, and Niamedris wasn't helping her understand it better at all.

"Dreams are just dreams; I can dream about mice, but does that mean I can get one the next day? Not necessarily." Niamedris offers, yawning.

Haila shakes her head, "That doesn't help." She mutters.

Perhaps it wasn't so much the dream on its own as a whole, as much as the beginning of it. That part is what truly bothers her, and is what makes the rest of it questionable.

Niamedris brushes against Haila's leg, "Hey, do you have to pay attention to that? Pay attention to more important things... like me!"

Rolling her eyes yet again, Haila brushes her hand across Niamedris' back, and scratches him behind the ears. Well, Niamedris was right about one thing; she really didn't need to think about it right now. Of course, now that she had resolved not to think about it, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Wait just a minute. Haila thinks, The sword I briefly saw at the beginning of the dream... could it be THAT sword?! Can it really try to corrupt people from a distance?!

"Huh, wha?" Niamedris inserts, uninvited, "That thing is just a piece of metal isn't it?"

Ignoring Niamedris, Haila goes to continue her train of thought, but overhears Cor's question.

"Might I have a word with you about a most peculiar dream I had last night? I heard teh voice of Odin promising me a war-hammer; at least it seemed to be Odin. Do you believe our god would find great favor in me? I am a bit concerned it may not be as it seems."

"Did everyone have a dream where they were promised something?" Haila asks hesitantly, then adds, "Everyone except Althena that is."

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 18:42:21.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: You can count on me!

"Divot if you so much as look inside that doorway or get within twenty feet of it I will have Haila tie you up tighter than a trussed goose ready for the spit."

Haila winks at Rayne, with a sly smile on her face, "Don't worry, I'll see to it."

Haila turns and also winks at Divot, her eyes twinkling mischieviously, "Do you hear that? Now I have permission to make sure you don't go in there anytime soon..."

Posted on 2008-07-05 at 07:05:46.

Topic: Looking for Interest in New Online RPG
Subject: So...

How's this coming? I'm pretty sure there is enough player interest to start... or is there still a tie between two of them?

Posted on 2008-07-04 at 17:49:36.

Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.A.S.S.Y.

Sound Anomalies Singing Songs of Yesterday

Posted on 2008-07-03 at 17:05:16.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: How Dare They!

Linnix grits her teeth as the wave of calm hits her. No! I don't need to be calm! Those wolves need to be killed!

Linnix looks on with more or less indifference as the events of the Fae take place. She really was not in the mood for such intermissions, looking around at the remaining beasts to be killed, thinking of which are the biggest problems. The pain in her thigh and side are felt, and even though she was supernaturally calmed, Linnix's anger boiled inside. Finally, she was free of restraint, and allowed to move.

"Could've waited until the battle was over rather than interrupting!" Linnix shouts angrilly to no one in particular, switching her scythe for her crossbow and slamming another silver bolt within it.

(two move actions, retrieve crossbow, load it, and that's a round >.>)

(This next bit depends on the lycanthrope being not-stone encased)

Linnix raises the crossbow, aiming at the lycanthrope's head. She lines up the shaft of the bolt with her right eye, which is her dominant eye in sight, and with the ugly and furry head. without much of a thought, she fires.

She then immediately inserts another silver bolt in her crossbow.

(if the lycanthrope is still stonish in this second round, then the target instead is that other dire wolf)

Posted on 2008-07-03 at 05:36:47.
Edited on 2008-07-03 at 16:36:42 by Reralae

Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Belated Introduction

"Oh, before it slips my mind again..." Cindi says, putting the notebook down for a moment, "Are either of you two injured? I did find a first-aid kit earlier..."

She looks between the two men, but it appeared they were fine.

"Alright, just making sure." Cindi says, picking up the notebook again, "You might know my name," she indicates towards Jonah, "But you're not doing very well introducing everyone, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Cindi Lawran. Cindi is spelt with an 'i' rather than a 'y' at the end."

After speaking, Cindi returns to reading the notebook, appearing to ignore the poker game that may or may not occur.

Posted on 2008-07-02 at 19:37:41.
Edited on 2008-07-02 at 19:45:49 by Reralae

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Butterflies and Mice and Things Nice... wait...

“Oy, we can’ ‘ave tha’, can we,” he snickered, holding her close and kissing her again. Divot cradled Halia’s face in his small hands the smile on his lips, now, a bit less the reckless, roguish one that the party was familiar with and more one that had been painted with the realization that he did have quite a bit to live for, these days. “I’ll be sure ta mind me step from here on, luv. I din’t mean ta scare ye.”

Haila blushes a bit more, and nods, "That's good."

"Do butterflies taste any good? They move fast, like mice, and mice taste good..." Niamedris suddenly thinks aloud, evidently hungry as he nuzzles against Haila, demanding attention.

Absently, Haila pets the cat, running her hand across its back, and passing it a small piece of jerky.

"You might want to consider a diet; you're starting to eat quite often now." Haila playfully jests.

"Diet, me? Nah. I'm still growing, unlike you, my not-feline friend." Niamedris returns.

With an incredulous look on her face, Haila glares at the cat, "I am too still growing! Just what are you talking about?"

Licking his paws, Niamedris responds, "I can't see any difference anyway."

Haila rolls her eyes, murmuring under her breath, "Never get into an argument with a cat; they never change their minds."

“What?!” Divot finally demanded after having met the samurai’s disconcerted gaze a third time. “I done said I were sorra!”

Haila turns, seeing what the commotion is about. She looks towards Kenji, a worried expression on her face. That's right... where he came from, there wasn't much to do with magic, so this would be quite unnerving for him.

"What's wrong with someone waking up after sleeping?" Niamedris interjects, eavesthinking on Haila's thoughts.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to poke around my personal thought-space?!" Haila returns, irritated.

"Always once more than the last time." Niamedris says, yawning and stretching.

Shaking her head as though the motion could dislodge Niamedris from it, Haila walks over to a spot between Kenji and Divot, but not actually blocking the exchange between the two. She doesn't say anything, yet, but glances at Kenji carefully.

Posted on 2008-07-02 at 18:59:04.


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