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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Somethin' happenin' here. What it is ain't exactly clear ...
Ole was thankful for the nameless voice that brought sense enought to the crowd for them to clear a path to the needy child. But for a precious few moments, no one moved forward. Then ...
"Barkeep! Send someone to me with a mug of your best batch of 'Blue Cheer'! I will tend to the child if no one else will do so!"
Ole's eyes darted tolook in the direction of the exclamation. By Kharox's Far-Seeing Eyes, it was Loco! Ole's first surprise was the identity of the exclaimant, the second was the call for an unpopular ale, one known to be slightly sweet and light, not for the usual Khord tastebuds. Some few drank it, he had heard, but no one Ole knew. As Loco weaved his way forward, Ole could see the conflict contorting the features of his face: the desire to be able to concentrate warring with the ability to do so.
As the cleric moved forward, he fubled in a pouch for a few seconds and pulled out a blackish-green moss-like substance. When the ordered mug of Blue Cheer was delivered to Loco, by all that was holy, he did the unthinkable! He dunked the mossy stuff into the ale and began to apply daubs to the burns and cuts on the child. No Khord in a right-thinking frame of mind would so disgrace an ale in such a manner, even one as little-liked as Blue Cheer! But dunk he did, and apply he did, until all the ale was soaked up and applied to the child's wounds. As he did so, he intoned softly that the child was to get plenty of rest after the application of this application. Then the cleric spread the mossy stuff into a compress to lay on the forehead of the child.
Watching all this in semi-amazement, Ole made a mental note to develop a relationship with the cleric. If what he had just done was a legitimate cure, Ole knew nauight about it, and desired muchly to know this cure and any other the cleric might know. If the cure was not a worthy one, and the child got worse or -- Kharox forbid! -- perished, well, Ole was unsure of what he had the power to do against the cleric. But, to his credit, Loco had come forward with aid, when no other would, or could. Now began the waiting.
Then Ole was witness to yet another surprise. That one who had excluded himself from the Khord lifestyle to disappear for reasons of his own should show up here at a celebration was nearly miraculous. For him to declare a seemingly-focused oath to bring the cause of the child's injuries to justince, swearing on each of his three braids -- three! -- was such a lifestyle-shift for the holy one that Ole at first felt a bit of apprehension.
Loco moved kiss the palm of his own hand, placing that hand on the forehead of the mother, offering some sort of benediction, then to the child the Ole still held. Applying that same palm to the forehead of the child, Loco seemed to wait for a reaction of some sort.
When the cleric seemed satisfied, he broke contact with the child and moved to the bar, where he picked up a random mug from those which had just been filled for the party-goers, and lifted it high. The toast Loco then offered was the source of both consternation and confusion for Ole, who was in the process of handing the child to his mother.
"To the Groom ... and the ... Mushroom!"
Posted on 2008-10-19 at 11:41:34.
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Topic: Inconceivable Crusaders Q&A
Subject: Umm ...
May I inquire as to the status of this game?
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 07:24:57.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Right. Then Pao says,
“No! Understand that I meant no harm! I have seen what I needed to see. My apologies for scaring you, Princess.”
This from behind them, from the one Pao had glimpsed holding Ocyari. Then the one before Pao, who had suffered the blast of sound Pao had thrust upon him bowed! Startled, Pao took a chance and glanced behind the party. The other was also in a bow, head and eyes down. They both had bowed to Ocyari!
What in the name of Our lady's Bright Visage am I witnessing here?, thought Pao.
The creature before them explained, briefly, what it considered to be the history of Ocyari's past.
After this, Pao had no idea what to expect next, but Ocyari fainting was not on any short list he could think of. Not with the quick adaptability she had so far managed to show. Dai quickly knelt to tend to the young girl.
Then the one behind the party chimed in. “You must have many questions. We will answer all of them. But first we’ll take you to your father. He’ll be thrilled!”
"Oh, wonderfu!", Pao muttered.
Dai's assessment was that the girl had simply fainted. She also let the others know where, and with whom, she placed her priorities.
"Good, Dai. I agree with you on every point. Percifeer? I think that, for once, you and I will agree on what to do here. D'you want to tell them, or do you want me to?
[[ Leaving room here for more interaction, but Pao will make a statement to the vamps and a "very strong suggestion" to the others, if necessary ... ]]
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 07:15:35.
Edited on 2008-10-17 at 07:16:20 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Reralae?
Why apologize for the post?
To me, it was totally in character: a hyper kid trying to keep up with the adults, tired and trying to deal with the sudden, shocking news that she may be lost royalty? The sudden flash of possibilities (I think) would have indeed been overwhelming ...
I actually got a chuckle out of your post. 
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 01:44:40.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: an unexpected guest
Olegarn was excited. So much so that he could barely concentrate on the job at hand. When the ClanKeeper Librarian of the Grand Library contacted him to perform a task for them, Ole was ecstatic! Someone recognized his talent! But even that was not the best of it. the task was right "along his vein", so to speak. Locating and cataloging a new species of mushroom that had recently been found in several places throughout the Khordal Kingdom, not the least of which was the mushroom forest in the Warrens of Gunthras.
So he was here.
He entered the area of the forest near the known location of the spiral entry to the Spores of Itanlok, a tavern on the edge of the mushrooms forest. A handy place to start from. But drinks came later, to celebrate the goal of finding and the knowledge gained. Looking for one oddly-marked 'shroom in a forest of unique species. A challenge, it was, and that sort of challenge is what Ole lived for, what his searches and skills were for.
Standing at the edge of the forest, just in front of the Hole marking the tavern entrance (so he'd know where to return to), Ole twiddled the tuft of his brown beard below the tie that held it. At times like this, he wished for the ability to braid his voluminous beard, but he had not earned the right -- yet. Shaking his head to dislodge that reverie, Ole took the time to concentrate and clear his mind, to visualize the mushroom species as well as he could from the description given him. Then he pulled out a Y-shaped, forked twig approximately 13 inches long. As he pinched each of the upper ends of the "Y" with thumb and forefinger and pointed the single lower-end of it toward the forest, Ole began to intone the litany to locate a specific object. After five minutes of twisting back and forth, using the end of the divining-rod as a pointer to that which he sought, Ole still had no clue as to the whereabouts of the elusive species of 'shroom. He canceled his casting, but daunted he was not. Now came the fun part. The actual, physical search, with no foreknowledge.
Odd, when he arrived and began his casting, he had not noticed the voices of the children he now heard. He knew that the forest was a popular place for children to play Kobolds and Indigans, or Hide and be Sought. No problem, he would just begin his path to the left, and work his way around the voices as he meandered through the forest.
So he began his search.
Not half an hour into the quest for the new mushroom, he was interrupted by a shriek from nearby. The tone indicated fright or injury. Either was of serious concern when it came to children, so Ole turned to move in the direction of the screech. He had moved only two steps when he was surprised to see a severly-wounded male-child, a mere few decades in age, stumbling out of a copse in front of him, collapsing in his instictively-outstretched arms. Surprised, he looked down at the child, even as he picked him up and made for the tavern for help. The child managed to muttered a few words just before se passed out: "Ma! Da! Weddin' at mushroom bar ..." Short, faint, but clearly audible, for the mushroom forest now carried the silence of desertion, as it had ever since the cry of the wounded child. As Ole ran for the tavern, he looked at the blood and bruises on the child's face and the burn-injuries on his arms to see if he could determine what had made them. In a quick glance, he was not able to discern the nature of the facial injuries, but the marks on the child's arms indicated contact with an acid or caustic compound of some sort.
He reached the staircase to the tavern and started down, placing his left elbow on the rail of the spiral stairs and using it as a running-slide to steady his descent. At times he needed to lift his arm and push it against the wall to regain his balance, so rapid was his progress down the stair-well. Even before Ole reached the bottom, he could near the noise of celebration, drums of dance that ceased their rhytmic beat just before he entered the tavern proper, still cradling the unconscious child.
Kharox himself must have sent someone -- the mother? -- a flash of insight as he sent the rest of the crowd the need for a moment's silence. Olegarn had not made ten steps into the tavern before the din of conversation stopped and a female had pushed herself through the crowd and darted up to Ole, looking at the child's wounds in abject horror, grabing the youngling's arm as if to yank him from Ole's cradling arms. Noting the burns on those arms, she quickly let go, then looked up at Ole himself, eyes welling with fearful tears..
“Govarund! What happened to him?”
Softly, calmly, Ole spoke, trying to keep her attention on his face and away from the child. "I know not what has caused the child's wounds, but they are severe and must be tended to soonest! It was sheer chance that he and I crossed paths, but I can be almost certain that he might not have been able to get help on his own before losing his fight for life. But we can speak later on who's and what's."
He raises his voice, and his gaze, he addressed all present. "Is there a healer here? Or do I need to carry the child to one?"
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 18:21:43.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Umm, Almerin, sir, yer bigness majesty of toads?
Before aI reply to your post, I need to point out something. Groth is not wearin his armor. I specifically mentioned that in his intro post:
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... His hair, worn tied back in a simple tail with a leather strap, was a close match to the rough gray-white of his usually-worn Rhino Hide armor. ... etc, etc ... His dark skin and eyes were in contrast to the cream-and-tan leathers he was currently wearing for these festivities.
This would be his Adventurer's Outfit, his "dress-up" garb. It's the closest thing he'll wear to finery for just such occasions as these. 
Sorry, but it would make a difference in at least some of the questions posed to him by the youngling ... 
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 17:21:39.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Possible Down Time
Subject: In that case ...
Hurry yer hinter-side back, Kaelyn! Us casters gotta smack some hiney ...
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 14:04:46.
Edited on 2008-10-15 at 14:05:13 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: Kaelyn's Possible Down Time
Subject: Concurrence and concordance with the above sentiment ...
It doth stink indeed when a superior adds tasks that interfere with personal time, when so little exists in today's society ...
I also cuncur with the sentiment that you have a place to return to in "Spores" game, even if Ole has to step aside ...
Luck to ya, me boyo!
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 12:30:00.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Almerin, I apologize if I overstep the bounds of propriety ...
But I just happen to have a link to the information Hammer requires ...
Hammer:
Try this link for equipment weights and costs:.
Adventuring Gear Costs and Weights (link)
All of the equipment you listed, except the sunrods, is on the first table: Adventuring Gear (Belt pouch is listed as "Pouch, belt", and Trail rations as "Rations, trail"), Sunrods are listed in the second table: Special Substances And Items. Each item is list with the weight for a single item.
This link will tell you your carryable weight limit by strength score:
Encumbrance and Weight Limits (link)
One thing to note:
Unless Almerin has a house rule that differs, Dwarves (Khords) have the same movement rate with a light or medium load -- 20 ft.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 15:36:31.
Edited on 2008-10-14 at 16:05:11 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Woo-Hoo!
Deal!
*does the Happy-Feet*
Hold off posting? No problem. I can wait patiently.
I think ...
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 09:29:09.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Plays the part of the vulture ...
... but won't embarrass himself any further.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 06:25:23.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: Actually ...
I didn't forget Turning, but i figured that at second level he had a snowball's chance in hades to succeed in turning a Vamp.
For some reason, your post reminded me that I was trying to cast a second-level spell, so Pao HAD to be above second level. I know he's fourth, but I couldn't tell you what I was thinking when I posted Doh! 
Edited post to reflect the Turn as second choice/option/action, and the reason why. 
Thanks for the reminder! 
Posted on 2008-10-08 at 12:30:57.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Meanwhile, on the other side of the party ...
Even as Pao heard Percifeer speak toward someone to the rear of the party, he was focused on the fanged threat to the front. No hesitation, no time to warn. He gripped the silver holy symbol at his heck with his left hand and raised his right hand, palm out, toward the approaching vampire.
"Our Lady of Souls, smite this fang-toothed abomination with the sound of your wrath! "
[[ Casting Sound Burst as standard action, centered just behind the vampire in front of the party. I'm aware that he may be close enough for the 10' radius AoE to affect some party member(s), but will take the risk. It's the only offensive spell he currently has. The intent is to stun but, failing thath, to distract and weaken it's ability to resist the Turn upcoming ...]]
[[ After the Sound Burst, he'll try to Turn the bugger. If that fails, he'll ready a prayer for Divine Favor.]]
Posted on 2008-10-08 at 02:44:12.
Edited on 2008-10-08 at 12:19:46 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: First attempt
Moto was just stepping off the table he was on as the innkeeper turned on Gunther and his associates, at first begging them to leave, then ordering them to do so as unwelcome intruders. He approaches the innkeeper and steps in front of him.
"Good sir inkeeper? Please? I understand more than most why you are upset. but please hear me for a brief moment. As a tool of the Mighty Atlam's will, so did I condone what you would rather would not have seen in your inn. But these gentle-folk behind me are not responsible for what has transpired here. Indeed, we came in after it had already begun. If someone had denigrated or grevously insulted you and your inn, would you have done any less than to attempt to defend yourself or your honor as a reputable innkeeper? I and my brother will take full responsibility for this incident and will vacate the premises, if you desire. But please do not punish these innocent bystanders for what we two have done. Allow them the comforts of your fine establishment as the weary travelers they are. Atlam and your own Mirros will look the kindlier on you for it. "
[[ Regardless of the innkeepers reaction: ]]
Moto turns to the Krosan and speaks in dwarven. "Brother, I would have words with you, away from the prying eyes and ears of these others. I have a proposition for you, distasteful as it may be. Would you accompany me outside, where we can set up our own camp and talk of things these others would not understand?."
To Gunther and the others, he says, "This warrior and I, at the very least, will be spending the night outside. If the innkeeper is generous, we will see you in the morning. If not, we will accompany you to wherever you go, but will set up a separate camp for the time being."
Posted on 2008-10-08 at 02:05:46.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Movin' right along ...
When the Ell-Tee called to "saddle-up", Pearson grinned. Hell, he was gonna take the whole crew back there and give that thing what for! But his elation was short-lived. The lieutenant told Lee no-go on gettin' the sword. Evidently, the comp-tech got something they could use, and the Ell-Tee wanted to go for that first. 'Sokay, may be they'd run into something on the way, or maybe even when they got there.
Pearson had to give the Ell-Tee credit for major smarts. A few leaders he had been under had put grendiers at the back of the squad, to lob the ammo over all the others and shorten the effective range. Sometimes the target was so close that when the grenades went off, they got the point man too. 'Course that had only happened twice, and both times the squad leader got replaced -- in a hurry.
Lieutenant Kiernan had put Pearson in "short-stop" position, near the front but not immediately behind the point man. that meant that he figured Pearson to be ready and able to do what was needed. Great! Pearson wanted payback, and if he couldn't get at the thing that got them, he would take it out on the very next boogie-man they ran across, furry or not. Whatever had got the team earlier had sown hurt and would reap destruction, as far as Pearson was concerned. 'Tick for Tack;, he ma always used to say. Pearson never knew what that meant, really, but his ma said it was kinda like an eye for an eye, and tooth for a tooth thing. Now that he understood from when his gramma used to read to him from her bible. Well, he was ready to reap, he was.
He stood, retrieved his pack, piece, and gear, performing a quick inventory as he did so. He winced in silence as he shrugged on the backpack. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been just after the cave fiasco. He could live with it, for now. He sure as hell wasn't gonna disappoint the Ell-Tee at this point, nossir! He check the launcher to see what he had stuffed into it after the "frag-pellet" he had used already on the machine-thing. Blue band. Okay. He popped that fragger out and put in the red-banded incendiary. To make sure the lieutenant would not be expecting one thing and get another, Pearson piped up, "Lieutenant Kiernan, sir? So ya know, I got a fire-pill loaded and ready."
{{ If asked to change it, he will, of course, and quickly. If not, he moves out as ordered. }}
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 21:58:19.
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Topic: When The Silence Breaks... Q/A
Subject: As far as I'm concerned
the best part of it was when he addressed Moto. It made the whole dissertation worthwhile ...
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 15:27:13.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: and the rules change ...
"Brother, these donkeys have insulted a great clan's honor, and I will not allow this transgression to go unpunished. I advise you those that follow you to stay out, lest you want me as your enemy"
A clan thing, eh? That kind of changes things. Moto looks toward Reuben and Liriel and raises his voice, just slightly, to be heard by the two over the noise still being generated by the opposing sides.
"Reuben! Liriel! According to he whom you are defending, this is a clan thing, a Krosan clan thing. As a matter of honor, he must defend his clan against that which these poor fools have chosen to display or say. If you two persist in your current actions, he will see you as the greater threat and turn on you two first. I strongly advise you not to invite that action. Please leave him to defend his honor as he must, and I will referee this thing. I don't think he will allow anyone else near, and he definitely won't stand for any interference from any of us -- including me."
[[ Regardless of whether or not Liriel and/or Reuben heed Moto's warning, ... ]]
That being said, Moto lays his ax on a table near the door, pulls a chair to the table, then climbs the chair to step onto the table. He then picks up his axe in his left hand and pats the palm of his right hand with the side of the axe-head.
"Right! Now then, you folks have spread the seeds of wrath and caught the attention of one you should fear. So shall you reap what you have sown. No more than you three may approach the Krosan. For by the Beard of Mighty Atlam, I will have at any others who move myself! And if you don't fear him, fear me!"
His stance is meant to convey that he is ready to leap from the table if need be, but is also ready to throw or swing from that very stance. He stares seriously at the three fools that took the Krosan for an easy mark and he sighs, deeply and loudly.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 06:01:53.
Edited on 2008-10-06 at 06:48:33 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: yah.
^ easy chair was hi-voltage electric
< is about as eclectic as they come
V wants an eclair
Posted on 2008-10-05 at 03:14:16.
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Topic: Audalis Shorts - The Spores of Itanlok
Subject: Reserve roster update
Was sitting (calmly) on a Rogue or Fighter as a reserve character.
Changed my mind (heck! I had the time ...)
Now I'm sitting (impatiently) on a Silver Dragon Shaman.
Posted on 2008-10-04 at 06:49:11.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: yah!
invading pigeon flock
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:24:23.
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Topic: What is your real-life World of Warcraft Race and Class?
Subject: Well, now, THAT was a waste of time ...
Now I know why I didn't stay with WoW games. This little quiz is a typical example of the sheer chaotic randomness of non-sensical fact association ...
| Human Warlock |
 
Humans tend to be the ones in the middle. Not as sexy as the Night Elves; not as stumpy as the dwarves or gnomes. As a human, you pretty much go with the flow of things.
You're a creepy, creepy warlock. You delight in the darker things in life - such as setting people on fire, and delight in the macabre. You'd probably fake your own death just to freak people out by getting up from the casket at your funeral.
| | Find out your real-life WoW race and class at QuizGalaxy.com |
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 17:54:56.
Edited on 2008-10-03 at 18:10:45 by Utan the Orange
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: yup.
Alkyhaul
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 17:36:07.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: um ...
Spanish tile roof
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 17:34:30.
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Topic: When The Silence Breaks... Q/A
Subject: Welllll ..
If just one Krosan was making them nervous ...
And all Krosan and Duskarn look alike (according to them) ...
Then two of us should be able to get a reaction -- of some sort.
You all are about to find out that, while devout, Moto is a "flash-in-the-pan" hot-head sometimes ...
Oops! You mean I didn't tell you all that before? My bad!
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 02:41:16.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: Contestant number three ...
Moto couldn't miss the Krosan "brogue" coming from inside the place. Knowing that, he could guess that the humans thought a lone "shorter" wouldn't have the khalatz to speak up in answer to a slur. They had made the typical mistake of underestimating the size and ferocity of the Krosan attitude. Poor timing, that! Moto had a chance for a warm floor instead of the cold ground, and this -- this effusively verbose and violent Krosan was going to jeopardize that.
As he forced his way to the front of those near the door to see if he could de-fuse the situation, he noticed that the Dur'amani female of uncertain profession had also moved toward one of the man-folk -- as the Krosan had called them -- drawing a long blade to place at his neck in an attempt to stop his flanking movement. Good. Now to see if he could minimize any further damage.
He tapped the backside of his axe against a table -top and raised his voice to be heard by the angry Krosan. "Shakhal, nockh! [Hey, guy!] You wanna get this place all bloody when we just came in for a quiet rest? They may deserve it, but we don't! We'd like ta stay in a place that ain't demolished and open to the cold. If you'll wait until we get settled, I'll even help you get to these gherks by making sure they don't or can't run away from ya. 'Kay?"
Pointing his axe at the other man trying to round-about the Krosan, he yelled, "YOU! Move any farther -- even an inch -- and you'll see just how far and how well I can throw this pretty blade of mine!"
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 02:33:17.
Edited on 2008-10-03 at 02:34:05 by Utan the Orange
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