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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: annnnnnd ... ... ...
It belches and spits out a voodoo doll in a clown suit.
I feed it the entire ruling council of OPEC (?)
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 21:42:06.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: A beginning ...
Clint accepted the bucket of grain from Oko with a nod of thanks and a smile, then turned to see to Ponk. Time enough for Oko to find out how steady Ponk was. Clint had already decided that these people were here for a purpose, and any purpose at all was reason enough for him to ask if he could aid them.
At the tray of tarts, Clint smiles and takes one, saying, "After all that, one should suffice to fill any gaps left by that tasty and filling bounty offered me. As for Osonaar, I daresay that in one sitting he could eat what would be a week's supplies for one like us. But I will not gainsay him the opportunity to eat what he can, but only so much as you can afford to part with. Fear no reprisal from him if his bounty here is cut short. He will accept what he can get, gladly and quietly. I have seen him go for nearly a week without so much as a field mouse, which I could not do. Not even close."
"As for a turn at the watch? I look forward to it, and gladly. Just let me know when you wish me to be alert and I will be so."
"Honestly, I had thought myself retired, and happily so. But there came upon me a wanderlust and an undirected wish to do -- ummm, something of worth -- that's about the best way I can put it. I packed my "possibles" and let chance determine my direction just as it has determined that I meet you in this place. And chance it is, but also coincidence, or whatever other name you care to give it. I knew that I was riding toward the Barrens and held trepidations about it. But I figured that if the Barrens were to be the death of me, it would have happened years ago. When I was much younger, I and others passed through a narrow portion of the Barrens farther south and east of here, on our way home." A wistful look crossed his face, but he shook his head and continued ...
"Your purpose is your own, but I will be more than happy to accept it as mine, too, for I ventured forth seeking a purpose. You have what I seek, as simple as that. I imagine I'll have questions, but there will be time, I imagine, to get most of them answered. So, to answer the unasked question, I would indeed like to travel with you and be a part of whatever you intend to do, whenever you intend to do it."
A smile of remembrance came again to Clint's face. "Ah, the travels of youth! Former associates of mine, who crossed the Barrens with me those many years ago, were these ... " And he indicated each name by touching a finger on one hand for each of them:
"Rachel, Ray of the Morninglord, cleric of the Light and cook extraordinaire. Almost as good as you two." He nods to Dae and Zara.
"Vanna the White, Paladin and Hand of the Warlord, defender of those who could not defend themselves, "
"Charles, son of Bronze, warrior, wielder of the greataxe he calls ToeCutter, "
"Bradd of the Pits, warrior, former pit-fighting slave who was freed by our order and asked to join and serve as payment, "
"And Justine Du Timberlake, bard, her talents had become so useful and opportune we had come to call her 'Just In Time' ".
"We called ourselves the Other Hand, one of ten associated adventuring groups financed by, and under the patronage of, the Order of the Dragon's Paw. The Dragon's Paw was disbanded some eleven years ago, under edict, and I have not seen my compaions since. I sometimes wonder, though ..."
Clint shakes his head again, "But that was then and this is now. I am here and, if allowed, at your service."
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 06:46:22.
Edited on 2008-07-04 at 06:52:57 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Preparation
"Dalyndra ... Zara ... Oko ..." Clint repeats each name as is it pronounced and snaps a half-bow to each person indicated, in turn, turning his eyes purposefully toward the ground in a show of trust with each bow.
"Thank you, all of you, for the welcome and the offer of food. I have just finished a journeycake to assuage the edge of hunger, but I could honestly do with some real food, cooked by hands other than my own. Even by my standards, my cooking leaves much to be desired, so I do it as little as possible." A quick grimace to illustrate his point, then a smile as he moves farther into the light of the fire.
"If you don't mind,. though, first I would like to see that my mount, Ponk, is unburdened and somewhat more comfortable, then I will happily join you. Turning to the bear he says laughingly, "Friend Osonaar, you have been singled out as worthy of attention in your own right. Please remember that we are amongst those who deserve courtesy and manners, such as you can give. We have been invited to dine. Would you sit back from food that I offer you? I think not." Clint moved to remove bundle, saddle, blanket, and bridle, leaving Ponk to happily munch grass after a quick rubdown.
Oso, at Clint's admonishment, looked at Dalyndra, then at Zara, as if saying. "What did I do that he should speak to me thus?", but before rising, the bear sat up on his haunches and leaned slightly to the left as he raised his right paw and grunted lightly twice. Then he rose and approached the fire and the food, sniffing the air as he approached. Oso rounded the fire and then sat near Zara, nudged her with his muzzle and snuffled quietly, then waited as he watched her prepare the offered food.
This elicited a short blurt of laughter from Clint's direction. "Typical! His idea of the correct amount of courtesy is self-determined and never the same. But at least he is willing to show it, so I need not apologize for him." Done settling Ponk in, he approaches the fire himself. Gone is the cap, showing his white-gold hair in a horse-braid, tied with a leather string. "Like me, he seems to sense not the slightest hint of danger here, hidden or otherwise. For this I also thank you. What has been prepared is more than I hunger for, but I shall do my best to be worthy of it."
Clint starts to eat, slowly at first. "My complements to the chef, or chefs, if more than one." His efforts at eating then gradually increase to the point of a barely-contained rush to finish the meal. When finished, he sighs deeply and says quietly, "Now will I apologize. For myself. The meal was of such quality and taste that I fair wolfed it down. I must have looked for all the world like a starving beggar downing what he could, not knowing when he would eat next. Even Oso has shown more manners than me in this." Again he smiles, this time somewhat sheepishly. Hearing his name yet again, Osonaar, raises his head briefly before going back to work on his own portion of the repast offered.
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 03:18:34.
Edited on 2008-07-04 at 03:24:42 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ... like me ...
... but cunningly hiding ...
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 03:14:01.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Welllll ... ... ...
They're not. They only seem that way to some, and only in the South, 'cause they taste like chicken ...
... and why does everything taste like chicken?
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 03:11:52.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Y.A.M.S.
Young Angry Militant Simps
(I decided to keep it simple. The last word could've been Simpletons or Socialites ...
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 03:05:27.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: hokayyyy ....
It spits out a warped CD covered with salmonella ...
I feed it (what's left of) Hulk Hogan's hair, Condoleeza Rice's teeth, and Angelina Jolie's twins ...
Posted on 2008-07-04 at 02:59:15.
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Topic: Rylanor -- Q/A and OOCs
Subject: Clint's initial post and a coupla queries
has additions to the visual description portion of the text
And do I need to post the Char Sheet on the Recruit thread? I just found that reference ...
Do you have a map of your world to view?
If not, would you like one? I didn't create it. I found it on the internet and thought you might be interested ...
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 22:54:39.
Edited on 2008-07-01 at 22:57:52 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Y.O.U.
Yodelers Or Us
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 22:18:20.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Enter and sign in, please ...
Clint urges Ponk forward with a pressure from his knees again. He looked at Oso and clucked, then shook his head in semi-amuesement at the slow, lazy movement of the bear to get back up on all fours to accompany him. And so they approached the fire and the fire-makers. Even on Ponk's back, Clint could not have cut an imposing figure. At almost -- almost -- five and a half feet tall and slender, the longbow he had slung across his shoulders seemed taller than he was. Likewise, the bastard sword had pulled to his front to show the peace-tie seemed inordinately large for him. Tied on his horse, behind the saddle, was a canvas-wrapped bundle, large but well-balanced, for it moved very little on its own as the horse slowly walked inward.
The rider's green, feathered woodsman's cap (a la Robin Hood) complimented his light brown studded armor over which was worn a Mithril Mail shirt. At his wrists were finely made silver bracers with copper inlays. His cap was tilted back to show his white-blonde hair, and the firelight showed his light blue eyes clearly, His eyes had a slight elvish tilt to them, and his ears had only a vestigial point at the top. These indicated, to the knowing, elven descent but not elven purity. Even in the firelight, it could be seen that the rider was not young. Some few, relatively minor, scars showed on the face and hands as light streaks on moderately-tanned skin. The smile-lines on the face, and the patience and practiced moves used to indicate inoffensiveness also showed years of experience. A person, at a a glance, could reasonably assume the rider was middle-aged, whatever number that meant according to his race or heritage.
The dirty-white steed he rode was obviously a trained warhorse, noted in gait and carriage. On his right side, a largish black bear was to be seen. And having been seen, the bear sat. The horse seemed to take that as a signal to stop also, and did so. Clint gave an exasperated look, and sighed loudly, then dismounted, still hands-free, hands down and palms forward as he slid from the saddle to the ground. The unidentifiable smell was suddenly identifiable, for facing him was one of the biggest Felanis he had seen in his life. More-than-capable warriors, with or without weapons, Clint had been told. He had also been told that they were dealers in truth, honesty, and honor.
"My name is Clint. I have been called Clint of the East Wood, which is the meaning of my surname, Estenvoode. I seek nothing in particular except, at this point, companionship, however brief. On this journey, I seek rather to let chance determine my companions and encounters"
Indicating the horse, "This is Ponk, carrier and companion for many years. The dark, lumbering hulk on the other side is Osonaar, another companion, although somewhat more intractable and unruly than most animals I have been associated with."
Here the stranger pauses and smiles in genuine openness. "Would you allow me to share your fire and company for the night? Refusal would not be taken as a slight, for one cannot be too careful these days. But perhaps the sharing of stories and information would be of benefit to all of us."
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 21:15:24.
Edited on 2008-07-01 at 22:49:03 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Greetings from the darkness
Clint had not planned on riding into the night, but had found no suitable place to camp -- yet.
No sooner had that thought crossed his mind than he noticed the glow of a campfire from beyond the hilltops to his left. No stranger, he, to approaching camps at night. He knew courtesy, and he knew prudence. As he rode toward the glow, he pulled his sword around to his front so the peace-tie would be visible if lit. He then eached back and pulled the drawstring at the top of his quiver snug to prevent the drawing of arrows, and left his bow slung cross his shoulders.
That done, he crossed his arms on his chest and guided Ponk with his knees and shifting weight until he could detect movement within the circle of firelight. There was a smell from the direction of the camp -- light, faint -- unidentifiable by Clint. Animal, yet not. Humanoid, yet different. But those intending to hide would not have a fire. Clint stopped Ponk, waited a few seconds, and raised his voice -- only slightly, enough to be heard at the camp and not much further beyond. "Hello the camp! One who comes in peace awaits both greeting and escort to your fire. There are no weapons drawn or in hand."
To his black bear companion, he said, "Quiet, Oso. Sit and be patient. And be nice!"
He knew he had the advantage of seeing more of them than they could of him -- initially. So he waited. Calmly, patiently, quietly ...
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 19:15:45.
Edited on 2008-06-30 at 19:17:45 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Oh, Fraggit!
I can't get a post in edgewise ...
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 17:03:40.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: yeah ...
, smack a groundhog,
Posted on 2008-06-28 at 00:04:55.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: yeah ...
, smack a groundhog,
Posted on 2008-06-28 at 00:00:11.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Duh!
Beeeeecaaaause they know that if they laid under your hands you couldn't type anything ...
(they're only trying to help ...)
Why in the world are people so adamant about showing affection for cats, animals that couldn't care less about it?
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 23:58:27.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: oh, no you don't!
the snowshoe rack .
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 23:50:45.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: oops!
The machine shudders briefly, spits out the bagpipes and full regalia, and you hear a faint scream from inside the machine (with a definite scottisch accent) ...
I feed it a Leggo block, a Lincoln Log, and a Slinky ...
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 23:48:00.
Edited on 2008-06-27 at 23:49:13 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: don't have any!
cow-pie inhibitors
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 23:36:39.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Hmmmm ... ..
^ got lost somewhere
< lost his mind
v lost it
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 23:34:24.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Umm
Was romantic and gory one of the choices?
No?
Then I opt for door #2 ...
Coyotes or wolves?
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 23:26:30.
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Topic: Silverwolf enters!
Subject: Not first, but still here ...
1. We bespoke in chat.
2. I wish you luck on your game.
3. I now oficially bid you welcome, welcome, welcome!
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 21:59:42.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: blaaaaaaattt !!!
indikator intelujance quoshunt
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 16:49:52.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Wellllllllllll .....................................................
If we didn't get hungry once in a while, our pets would let us starve ...
Why for art a cherrry?
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 16:42:46.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Holy ---- field ...
it spits out a Ferengi wearing Fruit-of-the-Looms ...
[edit]
wait. a buffalo penny?
[tears the machine apart to get at the penny]
THEN I feed it one potato, two potato, three potato, four ...
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 16:34:45.
Edited on 2008-06-27 at 16:36:34 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Oh, Fork!
^ flockin' quick
< flocks evvything up
V needs a flockin' life
Posted on 2008-06-27 at 16:28:36.
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