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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Sorry I'm late!
Unfortunately, by the time RDI was back up yesterday, it was so late I had to go to bed.
Well, I'm going to post asap (meaning start right now), so hopefully I didn't hold us up too much *sweatdrop*
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 22:42:52.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Fallen Xira
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Weapon of Darkness ... Be Nullified ... Now!
Xira doesn't react, merely watching carefully, as Manalagna focuses upon disabling the Death Scythe. To his astonishment, a sheer dark force overwhelms his spell, and with a burst of darkness to that effect, the Death Scythe remains as it was.
"Fahinn did that too once," Xira states, "and got the same result; this weapon cannot be quelled so easily."
Xira's armour has turned white hot, but its pain is more of a nuisance compared to the damage being dealt by her own weapon. Xira draws the scythe back, its black aura spreading up her arms and enshrouding her body. With a scream of pain, Xira unleashes a devestating blow. The scythe pierces beyond Manalagna's armour and body, somehow wounding him from within, in his soul. The pain is incredible. Darkness shrouds his vision, but somehow Manalagna finds the strength to hold on. His vision returns just in time to see Xira crumble upon the ground, deathly pale. (-54 hp Manalagna, and you made the Massive Damage save)
Across the entire arena, the ground glows as an intricate pattern and array of white lines, circles and runes cover it from the center out. It feels warm, and Manalagna can tell that it is to prevent death.
The crowd roars with applause, and Ken can be heard shouting "IT'S OVER!"
However, Ken's words are not the most important, as running towards Xira is a medical group, including none other than Fahinn. They quickly douse Xira's armour with a Create Water spell, and take her away in a stretcher, with Fahinn remaining behind for a moment.
"I'm glad you survived." Fahinn murmurs, and bestows a Heal spell upon Manalagna, restoring all his vigor.
Fahinn excuses himself and runs after the others. Ken then appears, having jumped down from his perch.
"Behold the victor!" Ken bellows, and having retrieved his sword, he points it at Manalagna, as if there were any question of who won, "And now, behold the victor's spoils!"
Ken slams the ornate greatsword into the ground, and the ground rumbles slightly, the white array already vanishing with Xira off of the field. A table of sand forms in front of Manalagna, and from within pops out a hefty sack of coins. Even though Manalagna can't count them right away, he can tell all two thousand golden coins are there. The crowd, satisfied with watching, begins to thin. Surprisingly quickly, only Manalagna and Ken are left in the arena grounds.
Posted on 2008-06-08 at 18:30:53.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Death of the Hunter
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Dusk vanishes into ethereality yet again, and the hunter tenses for the inevitable. The strike is accurate, and pierces the man's abdomen, puncturing the posterior vena cava. The man coughs up more blood, and the bow falls from his hand as he reaches to his neck.
"I... failed."
The hunter slumps forward, the blade sliding out of his truly lifeless form as he falls to the ground. There is a metallic clink at the impact as a locket snaps off its chain around the man's neck, enveloped within his hand.
The young tiger limps back, limping because its front left leg was pierced by an arrow, and two other arrows are in its left side. It stays a slight distance away from Dusk, hesitant to draw near, and sits on the ground.
Posted on 2008-06-08 at 16:52:28.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Shot of the Hunter
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Dusk brings his blades to bear against the out-of-line hunter. His first hit slashes hard, slitting the man's torso with a deep wound. The second hit, however, slashes into the hunter's chest, causing him to cough up blood.
"No... I will not let this be in vain!" The hunter snarls, stepping back.
He drops his silver sword, and with blinding speed, he draws and nocks his bow. He fires three arrows in quick succession, their course far beyond Dusk, to the tiger.
Being a lycanthrope hunter, it is not surprising that the man's arrows are also silver, and he is incredibly accurate with them. All three hit their mark, and the young tiger nearly collapses under the assault.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 07:30:05.
Edited on 2008-06-08 at 16:39:16 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Xira
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Moradin Grant Me The Compassion To Impart Life!"
Yet, even as Manalagna draws the power of Water and Light together to heal, Xira has her own plans. As Manalagna reaches out to transfer the healing energy via touch, Xira grabs the offending hand's wrist in a strong vicegrip.
"I can heal myself." Xira says coldly, "Save it for your own wounds."
Concentrating, Xira somehow reverses the process of the spell, so that it was never cast (and so can still be cast). Xira then releases her grip on Manalagna's wrist.
The scythe in her other hand and her armour now glow a far brighter orange, nearing white. The bandages on that hand singe and burn, and, crying out, Xira drops the scythe to smolder upon the ground. Xira reaches over her shoulder, and grasps the bandaged scythe. Instantly, the bandages on the scythe and her hand tear apart with a loud ripping noise and an explosion of blackness. The crowd supporting Xira shout even louder now, and Xira grits her teeth as she brings the scythe in front for all to see, its black aura utterly destroying the bandages on both her hands, revealing them.
The hands are ragged and have cut marks all over them. Some cuts are so pronounced that they even form unnatural rifts in Xira's hands. The reason why is immediately apparent as the scythe in their grasp. The scythe bears a black aura, and its obsidian-like appearance is the only thing that distinguishes the scythe from the aura. The shaft of the scythe is the definition of jagged, with multitudes upon multitudes of razor sharp edges like rough obsidian. Already, blood drips from Xira's hands as she holds the scythe. The scythe's shaft ends in a sharp point on both ends, and from the top extends a cruel blade. The blade itself has an edge in the shape of the bottom of a bat's wing, and just from looking at it, Manalagna can tell that it its serrated edge is perfectly sharp. Carved along the blade itself is an intricate design. In the beginning of the pattern, parallel to the blade's edge is two crescent moon shapes, one curving towards the bottom edge, the other curving towards the top edge. In between the points of the moons, a sideways eye stares blankly ahead, reflecting the gaze of Manalagna's own eyes. This pattern continues three times along the blade, until the two crescent moons converge to a point just before the blade's tip. Under and above each eye is a simple triangle, completing the pattern.
Xira grits her teeth and her face is contorted in pain, but her eyes glare into Manalagna's. However, from what Manalagna can see of Xira's weakening appearance, it is hard to tell who will fall to the scythe first.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 02:05:07.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Why Do They Fight?
The little girl watches the stranger's plight from above. Personally, she didn't understand why people chose to fight over little things such as gemstones. There are plenty in the ground, all you had to do was find one. Apparently some people didn't much care for the thrill of the search, and just chose to take the shortcut, by taking another's.
The stranger's horse bolted, and the little girl tilts her head. That's a bit silly She thought Now the horse needs a good wash, the poor thing.
Descending and flying rapidly, faster than even the running horse, the little girl flies alongside it, and gently reaches an invisible hand over to stroke it. The horse, confused, slows down, the girl slowing as well all the while murmuring softly to it. The words aren't important, even though they are calming as well, but the girl's tone is gentle and warm, and gradually, the horse relaxes.
"Stay here." The girl murmurs softly to the horse, "but run if you must; I'll come find you."
With that, the girl flies straight up in the air, just in time to see the second or third blows by the stranger and his opponent.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 01:35:33.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Resolution and- Hi!
Success. Linnix watches the auctioner's life drain away with a cruel, smug smile. For just a thin moment, the blade in her hand feels heavier, and her sense of touch deceives her into feeling a fluted shaft. Linnix looks down in surprise, only to find that it is indeed her dagger in hand.
“But you, you we will keep our eye on, you carry a familiar fire, and it pleases us.”
Linnix looks up sharply with shock at being addressed, but even moreso by the fact that it is by this abyssal entity. What?! She thinks incredulously, You can't be serious, a 'familiar fire'?! We are nothing alike! Yet even as she thinks this, she hesitates. Was she not, just moments before, filled with malice and cruelty? The brief realization she had before returns tenfold, and the dagger falls out of Linnix's hands as the now restored Nash vanishes.
"I am nothing like whatever that was." Linnix says aloud and defiantly, trying to reassure herself.
Her eyes, however, and also her dress in its own way, show her uncertainty. Linnix forces the thought from her mind, a task made easier by the fact that there is another person to tend to.
"I'm Sheva. Arcsheva Redmane."
Linnix smiles warmly, "My name is Linnix. Linnix Wolfette ap Bye. Do you think you can stand? Are you alright?"
Linnix then looks toward Tessa in the corner as Aelistae shouts outside, "How about you, Tessa? How are you faring?"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching out for you, but how are you doing Aelistae?" Linnix finally asks, checking on everyone in the current group.
As Linnix talks, she carefully retrieves her dagger, and wiping it on a stray corpse's clothing she locates the sheath for it puts it away.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 01:10:31.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Krixa's Image
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Now Look What You Have Gone And Done!"
It is a cry of outrage and indignation, but even this is unheeded by Xira. From the look of her eyes, she doesn't care, nor does she show interest at what was said.
Manalagna, for a split second, thinks about resigning, but the thought is instantly banished from his mind. The crowd wanted to see a fight, and so he would show them one!
Manalagna quickly brings another spell to bear, this time with the intent of disarming Xira. However, as he weaves a pattern through the air, Xira's bandaged hand lashes out and merely touches his arm once and once only. Instantly, Manalagna feels as though he is deathly sick, with his heart beating irregularly, his stomach aching, and his breath now irregular. In spite of this, he manages to keep on casting his spell, but his whisper to fulfill the verbal component is hardly comprehendable by anyone.
Immediately, Xira's scythe in her hands and her armour starts turning red with temperature, however it is not yet hot enough to truly affect her. The bandaged scythe upon her back, however, doesn't begin turning red at all. It remains inert, and unknown; a mysterious force yet to be reckoned with.
Xira raises her scythe, and slashes across horizontally, the blow slicing right through Manalagna's defense with its power. Once again, the blade glows black, making the wound far worse, and some of it backlashing against Xira as well, sparking against her hands, causing her to flinch. (-16hp Manalagna) Not done, Xira brings the scythe expertly back across, this time slashing diagonally, but this time it is met and blocked by Manalagna's raised shield.
The feeling of sickness fades, but it is quite clear that Xira is far more than capable of bringing it back, and the unknown scythe upon her back seems more foreboding as time elapses.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 03:11:08.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Ticking Death
“There is nothing you can give me that will repay the pain we have suffered. You cannot buy back the time stolen from us with gold or baubles, only by taking your life will we gain back but a portion of all that was robbed of us!”
This exclamation snaps Linnix out of her own vindictive state. To her shock, the orc crumbles before her as her dagger slides out of it, coated with its blood. Her hand trembles. This isn't right. What was she doing?
She glances over, intending to look at Aelistae, but the auctioner is seen first. Moment of realization forgotten, Linnix's eyes go flat. You will die! she silently screams, or was it aloud? Linnix isn't sure, and she doesn't care. That man had wrecked her evening, just as the other man had ruined her night. They both will pay with blood and death! Linnix steps to the side of the man, lashing out with her dagger.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 02:20:56.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 02:40:24 by Reralae
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Time To Heal
Oh, good, there it is. Ninkanna thinks as she nears the cantina, I was worried I had gotten lost there for a moment.
The other security peoples in the cantina is not a welcome sight to Ninkanna... doubtless, if she went in right now, her headache would only return if they addressed her as well. Wanting some peace and quiet, Ninkanna walks up to her starfighter, and sits in the cockpit, without turning anything on.
Ninkanna finds it a bit comforting with the familiarity of the controls and design of the cockpit. She breathes deeply, wincing slightly at the pain in her side. Well, at least the blast only seemed to be a slight singe to her skin and fur; it could've been far worse. Her fatigued muscles complain, and she can feel herself grow a bit weary. Ninkanna breathes in once more, and closes her eyes.
There they are. The waves of the Force, flowing all through the space that is and isn't there, from and to beyond eternity. Ninkanna pushes into the mist, forming another wave to form, but this one contained within the midst of her body. She concentrates, making it resonate with a frequency that can only be described as an essense of growth and comfort. With the fullness of the standing wave Ninkanna's body responds, fatigue and weariness draining from her body as strength flows from the origin of the wave. Ninkanna opens her eyes, feeling better.
(Heal Self Taking 10: Restoring Vitality Points)
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 01:53:45.
Edited on 2008-06-05 at 01:54:51 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Innocence
Aqinarr City
Side Road
Three and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight
"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.
Still wincing from the collision, Yin steps away, "No problem. Ouch... you must run very very fast." The last comment is directed towards Casia, who shrugs.
"It's not like I can really afford to lose this job you know, so I can't be late." Casia says, now with an attempted air of professionalism that is obviously fake. "Well... I can't be any later than I am usually, put it that way." She says sullenly.
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?"
Casia immediately perks up, then looks around on the floor. After finding the package a bit further along the hallway in the nook of another doorway (if that is any indication of how fast she was running), Casia returns to Willow. "Here you go!" She says smiling.
Then Casia's mind registers the plural in Willow's question. "Oh, 'things'?" She asks, "Oh no... don't tell me I forgot a box!"
Casia looks up and down the hallway again, somewhat frantically, like the bank teller who has misplaced a specific transaction record that was requested. It must be an act; it had to be, yet... maybe she was just a clutz after all.
Casia is actually perspiring, with a few beads of sweat forming on her face from a mixture of embarrassment and stress at her situation.
"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.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 01:30:02.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Broken Record
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
"Get out of my way!" The hunter futily shouts again, giving Dusk the opportunity to slash him twice across the torso. However, Dusk's third strike glances off of the man's buckler.
"You should back away, child," he said to the cub.
The young tiger nods its understanding.
The man, however, counters with a strong arc angled in such a peculiar way that Dusk cannot manage to evade it in time. It sinks into Dusk's torso, drawing blood. (-10hp Dusk) The man brings his sword through, and then twirls it around expertly to slash across Dusk's arm. (-5 hp Dusk)
The young tiger dashes away through the grass, much to the hunter's dismay. The hunter actually snarls at his seemingly coming failure.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 00:47:46.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Broken Sword
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
Manalagna this time thrusts forward with his flaming scimitar, then twirls it once, twice, then raises it above his head, the fire intensifying along the blade. "This time, face the wrath of Fire and Light!"
The sky turns an eerie red as a column of fire slams into the ground where Xira is. The crowd looks in awe at the spectacle, and Ken can be half-heard yelling something to the crowd in response as well. However, something is wrong, for Xira had also twisted her body around to avoid the core of that spell as well. With a burst of blackness, Xira leaps from the charred area, slightly burnt herself, directly at Hammer!
Seeing Xira's charge, the crowd supporting Xira change their chant. Rather than calling her name, they call for one particular weapon. "Black Scythe! Black Scythe!"
Xira of course, isn't paying attention to them, but rather, to the fiery weapon in Hammer's hands. Without a sound from Xira, her silver scythe slams into the blade raised to defend. Time slows for just a moment, and the blade emits a black aura that intensifies at the point of impact, some of which flies back along the blade and handle into Xira's bandaged hands. She grits her teeth at the pain of the blackness, but nothing more.
CRACK
Spiderweb cracks flow along the flaming red blade. Time returns, and as Xira follows through, she pulls the scythe right through the blade, which shatters.
Xira brings her scythe back across professionally, ending in a good stance to attack again. Xira's dark eyes bore into Manalagna's and, even though she was successful in her sunder, she is not smiling.
Posted on 2008-06-03 at 00:22:48.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: What's Next? An Ode to Disaster.
The metallic glint in the first aid kit when she opened it was not a welcome sight to Cindi, even moreso when she realized what it was. Guns, She thought sadly, Unless you're a good shot, you use up ammo far too quickly. Better save it for later. Wordlessly, Cindi put the kit away.
"I'm...I'm Hank," she said quetly, and forced herself to look at her nurse. "Jesus, I hope that thing wasn't rabid. How did we get here? And where is here?"
Cindi looks at Hank helplessly, and shrugs, "I really have no idea, but it doesn't really matter does it? We're here, and that's all there is to it."
"I think I heard screaming. But there was music too, and then everything went black. You know anything about that? Did you hear it too?"
Cindi visibly winces at the second part, "That would be this." She says, pulling the metal flute out of her backpack, "I did not expect it to be out of tune when I played it, and I can't tune it because it's solid." she pouts.
Almost out of habit, Cindi raises the flute and plays. She doesn't remember the fingerings, so she improvises, wincing but continuing when the fingering results in an incredibly odd note. All in all, it didn't seem to be too bad, once you got over the fact that it was all out of tune because of the flute. The melody, if you can call somewhat random notes put together a melody, is slightly solemn, and seems to have a lot more scales in it than anything else, but Cindi still plays it well for not remembering how to play it.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 23:53:30.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Lost Unforgiving Spiral
More Linnix vaguely thinks as she lashes out with her dagger again and again, malevolence shining through her grin and eyes Bleed more, pay more, and die.
Linnix's dress, despite having been made to show beauty and elegance, had been made too well to do what it was above all meant to: to display its wearer's emotions. At this point in time, it seems to reflect the blood around the room far easier than any other colour, dimming the gown to a dull red. The few cool hues along the skirt seem to vanish, and merely darken the red further, making it appear to actually be blood that has dried upon it. The violet of the bodice too has darkened, and even though the dress is silvery, somehow the combination of the dull violet and shininess forms tones of obsidian. The dress no longer appears beautiful or elegant, but just seems to be an extension of Linnix's malice, giving her the appearance of an angel of death. Linnix's white masked face, almost porcelain in appearance, further aids this appearance, making her appear more like a doll that is permanently malevolent and stained with blood.
Posted on 2008-06-02 at 23:38:25.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: A Giver and A Surpriser
Aqinarr City
Soldier's Barracks
Three and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight
(Willow has healed 20 nonlethal by this time)
Willow had just been lying in bed, letting the aches in her limbs fade, and just relaxing. A few of her muscles still ached, but for the most part she felt just fine.
There is a knock at the door, which is likely Yin, but before Willow can even get up to answer it, there is a crash in the corridor.
"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."
Yin sighs, and can be heard getting to his feet, "Who's it for anyway?"
"For a Ms. Hiswena." Casia replies automatically, also getting up from the floor from the sounds of it, "Do you know which room she's in?"
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 18:04:00.
Edited on 2008-06-12 at 05:36:24 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Terror of Death
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Try This On For Size!"
Manalagna twirls his scimitar in a complex weave around him, sparks flying off of the blade as electric charges form and grow around the arena. "Now! Behold the power of Lightning!"
With a flash, a large lightning bolt descends from the sky, to hit exactly where Xira stands, causing an upheaval of sand that obscures all vision.
"Welcome to the Sand Dance! Courtesy of Manalagna Hammer!"
However, just before impact, Xira can be seen spinning out of the way of the bolt, then the sand cloud obscures further vision of her. The crowd gasps, but then Xira leaps out of the sand cloud, looking almost unscathed by the bolt, her scythe in hand as she runs directly at Manalagna. Her eyes are cold, and there is no emotion on her face as she rushes forward, almost looking like a grim reaper. By the time Manalagna reacts, Xira is a mere 40ft in front of him.
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 17:36:46.
Edited on 2008-06-01 at 17:38:29 by Reralae
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: The Last Resort
Riina's ears pick up the whine of a wolf, which could only be that of the other one's companion. The wolf wasn't hurt at all during the course of the battle, that Riina could see anyway, so its crying out had to be to its fallen companion, the other Killoren. Riina nods solemnly. It appeared it would come to that after all.
Riina moves up, no longer caring about the individual goblins. It is time to fulfill her own objective. The reinforcements from the search party the goblins sent out earlier would be alerted, of course, it was unavoidable, but she could lose them in the woods. It is a drastic plan, but there doesn't seem to be any other option; if she waited, it might not even be an option.
She reaches into her backpack, and feels the hard, cold glass of a vial. She takes it out, and takes a single arrow. Methodically, as though she did this every day, Riina applies the oil onto the tip of the arrow. This would have to be done quickly, but if done right, it would eliminate her reason for being there, and she could move on.
Posted on 2008-06-01 at 16:53:35.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Trust
Aqinarr City
Side Road
Five and a Half Hours before Twilight
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?"
(provided entry convo is successful)
"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?"
"Not often; people usually don't send things in that direction." The man says.
"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?"
(response)
"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."
"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.
Posted on 2008-05-31 at 19:02:10.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: I'm still here!
And am ready to use 'the last resort' if need be 
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 23:50:56.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: That's alright
I know that people do have things they also have to attend to in RL, and given the pace, it isn't that bad.
Although... I'd like to bring attention to the fact that a couple of characters are now waiting on the others, so I'd like to bring everyone to Twilight soon.
For the most part, everyone's in an encounter at the moment, and there's only the resolution of that encounter needed before I can fast-forward to Twilight, so hopefully the others won't be waiting that long, and the depth of gameplay will remain consistent ^_^
Of course, that doesn't mean you have to rush; just keep a consistent rate if possible of posting, so the others can at least see that the campaign is indeed moving 
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 22:52:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Bring It Down! Bring It Down!
Linnix's dagger drew blood, and while that gives her some degree of satisfaction, it is not nearly enough to abase her rage. The glint of red on her dagger is easily reflected in her eyes, for a moment overpowering the natural colour in her irises to make them appear blood red. The vindictive Linnix smiles with malice, as she stabs again and again at the orc in front of her.
How could this be the same woman who had danced with grace?
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 22:45:07.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: Hmm
did you want me to post a reaction of Cindi's to the finding of the gun, or were you going to continue the dialogue conversation? ^_^
Posted on 2008-05-30 at 02:39:43.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: My post...
makes the assumption the dog is no longer active... if it is, well... I'm not sure, I'll figure something out if I have to post with that circumstance.
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 05:29:43.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Am I Real? What About You?
Panting slightly, Cindi walks up to the exhausted woman, keeping an eye on the still form of the dog.
"...you real? Are you f***ing real? Oh god..."
Cindi tilts her head, "That's a very good question." She says simply, not responding to Hank's question, but her own internal one, which was Just what is going on here? That's no dog...
Seeing the wound on the woman's arm, Cindi puts her backpack down and pulls out the first aid kit. Provided it has what it is supposed to have, Cindi bandages the arm, a bit tight, but not too tight because too tight it would... umm... it would do something... Oh well... another blank to be filled at some point. After bandaging the woman's arm, Cindi puts the kit away back in her backpack.
"While we're on the subject... I think my name is Cindi. Spelt with an 'i' at the end, not a 'y'. Who are you?" Cindi asks.
On the surface, Cindi stays calm, but inside it just feels so empty that for all she knew, perhaps this sort of thing was day-to-day life or something... what a wierd life this is... Trying not to think about the wierdness of it all... if it indeed is wierd, also helps Cindi stay calm. The most troubling thing for her is still her lack of memory. Oh well, hopefully she'd be able to fill in some of her blank memories soon.
Posted on 2008-05-29 at 05:25:31.
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