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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Hwandi!
Free of the tiny hidden room downstairs Cay tried to breathe again. A deep breath brought in stale beer, sweat, brine and cheap perfume though, and she coughed. Stepping out into the main room of the tavern she tried breathing through her mouth and found that the smells were so strong she could taste them on her tongue. The offended member stuck out from her disgusted face as she pushed through the crowd.
"Hey! Watch yer feet!" A patron now sloshed with his own beer scowled out at her.
Bumped into the lap of a customer a waitress calls out to the woman in the floppy hat, "Careful!" The customer flashes a checkered grin and wraps his arms around the waitress.
"Well, well, what luck is dis!? Such a prudy little thing on me lap!"
"Oh! Get those hands outta me skirts before I have ye bounced!" The little waitress squirms in the customer's arms trying to free herself.
"What's her problem?" The bearded chin of a female dwarf points over toward Cay storming toward the door.
With a laugh her husband's short sturdy frame leans in close and explains "Her face to start with, an' her smell to finish with!"
"Come on baby, if ye's gonna bump inte me like dat, at least gimme a bit a feel ehhh?"
The tongue slipped back into Cay's mouth long enough to hiss at the man who groped at her skirt a moment, the rest of the voices and the laughter she left behind.
Let them say what they will. I'll show them, I'll show them all just as I showed Yuri back there. I will,
Except you didn't show them anything except that you can loose your temper,
Shut up!
Tightly she clenched her hand. The bandage dug into the gaping mouth that ran across her palm, blood began to seep out again staining the off yellow bandage a dark red. Pain blossomed in her mind and she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. It gave her something to focus on, the flowers of pain that began to dot her vision and cloud her mind were so much prettier than anything she left behind her in that tavern.
In the street it was easier for people to avoid her path and they did, giving her a wide berth. She barely noticed it though. Her whole world was focused on clenching and unclenching her hand, each time she did it it became harder to do it again. Small thin fingers twitched with the effort and dripped with blood.
Even the approach of her pointy eared nemesis went unnoticed until his voice shattered the blanket of pain she hid under.
"Mani naa lle umien. For all of your grand designs and plans, Cayrimsa Etellenya, foolishness the like of which you have just demonstrated will cut them short by your own hand!"
"Lle uumaya tyavaya mir au'!" Her wrath came out in a spew of elven words at him as she stopped and glared into his eyes. Her fist dripped blood to the soil at her feet as she opened her mouth to vomit more at him but only got half way through the first word before deciding to continue in common.
"Mire- Have I asked you for your opinion!? My plans, my life, are my business. I do not need some adanedhel hwandi telling me how to act! And I certainly do not need your protection! I can handle myself just fine. And if I cannot, I would rather die than take assistance from an Edhel, especially a Mith'ganni, You try something as foolish as touching me again, hwandi, and I swear it will be you I turn my spells on. Are we clear on that?
"I don't want to do this job with you. I work alone do you hear me? Is any of this getting into those pointy ears of yours and making sense in the brain that is rotting between them? I know elves have difficulties putting together complex thoughts, But if we could just get this job done with I would appreciate it. Find the girl, make some observations and then I can be rid of your putrid hwandi smell,"
Color rises in her cheeks while she shrieks this at him. The fact that a human couple passing by the alleyway pause looking to the skirmish going on in the shadows does not reach her attention.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 17:17:58.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:50:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Loaded Dice #32: O Steve, Live Forever
Subject: huh
Yeah might be on there twice now 
I clicked the little alien at the bottom of the comic page and it asked me to submit it. *shrug*
M.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 15:42:09.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #32: O Steve, Live Forever
Subject: LOL
I really liked this one.
 I have to admit as a player I have built up some pretty neat dice structures in game. My favorite are d8's... so many pretty triangles! (and when you are a cleric you've got a ton of them sitting around you constantly, everyone donates them to you so you can heal their squishy characters after pissing off the DM  )
Note: Apparently I liked it enough that I beat Olan to submitting it to reddit... as it seems I got to submit it... hope I did alright  if not just tack it onto the reason's for dragging me to the yardarm... 
M.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 15:31:42.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: tada!
Eol thinks of his wish... but like so many of his thoughts it is inappropriate to post here and thus will go unanswered forever. Although perhaps that is for the best as they always seem to go awry here.
I wish that Egg McMuffins were good for me...
((and btw... on that last one I'm still cringing at the thought of crossing my legs... ouch!))
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 14:41:58.
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Topic: Petnames
Subject: hmmm
cdnflirt has actually recently returned to us.
Good job reviving old threads there... ohh... and congrats on the upgrade to 'Occasional Visitor'
M.
Posted on 2009-11-16 at 04:44:50.
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Topic: What is your favorite weapon for a fantasy game
Subject: That is what...
teleport was invented for.
Yeah... I'm known for my passive aggressive characters.
I did play a male bard who carried a quarterstaff around. Never hit anything with it but it was a great prop, especially for him. He was... special
M.
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 16:38:18.
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Topic: What is your favorite weapon for a fantasy game
Subject: Weapons?
What are those?
Ohh... that's right that's what all of you non-magic weilders use...
 Pathetic.
My husband played a minotaur who had a cannon ball with returning on it, that was fun.
M.
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 15:50:01.
Edited on 2009-11-15 at 15:50:21 by Merideth
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Topic: What is your Favorite Character Class and Why?
Subject: Wow...
Shadow... I must say those are some awesome character concepts!
M.
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 05:02:55.
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Topic: Hello All
Subject: Welcome!
Well Shadowbranch... glad to have you join in, sounds like you have alot of experience to bring to the table which is always good to have.
You'll notice that most of our games are not in 4e, we've only just started to have people interested in it (in fact we have quiet a few older members who make us run 2e... ).
Enjoy and let us know if you need anything!
M.
Posted on 2009-11-15 at 04:59:43.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Elves Indeed
The Twilight Elf threw back his cloak and shook the mane of his dark hair free from the cowl as he strode into their midst. The kukri danced in his hands as he whirled about, pressing his back to Cay's to ensure that none of these paching roaches would have an easy time burying a blade there.
Cay was occupied with the spell she was using to clamp down on the man who had dared call her an elf and had not noticed what Nyx was up to; until she felt him at her back. Immediately she tensed, lost concentration on her spell and threw up her hands, letting go of the Hellkite vermin.
His moon-colored eyes glinted with deadly intent and his razor-lipped smile promised that he should enjoy the dance if it came to such a thing but, rather than immediately begin the bloodletting as he was wont to do, he flicked a glance in Vadim's direction. "Should you allow any of them to harm her, Captain, then you'll also need to turn them on me, yes? Who shall bring you what it is you seek, then?
None of these, I'm certain," he promised as his glare tracked from face to face, "nor any of your other dogs, I'd wager, else you'd not have summoned we two. Call them down, Vadim, or by Prien's burning eyes, I'll gut them all."
Vadim himself had risen out of his chair when Cay began to burn her wrath upon Yuri. He was actually slightly surprised when Nyx jumped in and was now defending the witch. It took a moment to consider the options. His men had been drinking, Cay had been insulted but now withdrew her attack, Nyx was capable of taking down at least a few of the men in the room (especially with the liquor factor taken into consideration), and Nyx was right, Vadim had called upon these two for their skills on this task. Very slowly he raised his pudgy pink hand and the blades at least stayed still.
"Yuri, you okay there?" Vadim asked but kept his eyes on Cay and Nyx. Something in his voice was also suggesting to Yuri that if he said ‘no' it would not be considered very ‘manly'.
Yuri was looking down at his wrists, at the pink skin that had blistered and cracked under the witches spell. His eyes were wide and his breathing came in gasps. When the voice of his boss came through his pain and anger he grunted. "Let me at her boss, I'll be fine if you'll just let me at her!"
Vadim watched carefully as Nyx tightened his grip on his kukri and turned those yellow eyes on the room more intently, and Cay flexed her fingers into a fist while her lips parted slightly with some spell on her tongue.
They make quiet the pairing, He mused to himself then shook his head.
"No Yuri. Cayrimsa here is not an elf, which is something I don't think you are going to forget anytime soon. If she is done with her demonstration she can leave and get on with the task I have assigned her."
Yuri did not seem pleased with this decision and glowered at Cay as his wrists continued to bake from the sheer heat of the burns.
Cay stood there in silence though. Against her back she could feel Nyx. His breathing was anxious and yet controlled, coming in long deep inhales then pausing a moment before being exhaled again; his long black hair tickled against the base of her neck; his muscles flexed into tight chords turning his whole body into a weapon.
A moment ago she had watched Dmitrova consider things when Nyx had handed him the cards, now those cards were in her hands. Two things made her decision for her. One was that Nyx was too damned close for comfort. The other was her desire to stay with the Hellkites and continue to rise through their ranks if only to destroy them later. Now was not the ideal time for that. Her reaction to Yuri had been rash and inopportune, now she was being given a chance to pull back, and she took it. It was not an easy decision though, hearing Yuri scream had brought her such pleasure. Making him do it again would be amazing, making Dmitrova scream would be ecstasy, Without a word she simply reached up with her hands and tugged the brim of her hat down further over her ears before stepping out of the room.
The humans in the room watched Nyx with their blades still drawn after the witch had left the room. Every one of them was ready to attack should he make the slightest wrong move. Outside, the half-elf he had defended was not waiting for him. Already her large boots were pounding a trail toward the stairs leading out of the cellar.
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 05:46:19.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:47:16 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Butterfly's Leave of Absense
Subject: :(
That is sad news. Lots of hugs to you my dear. We will be waiting when you are able to come back.
M.
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 05:02:57.
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Topic: What is your Favorite Character Class and Why?
Subject: Hmmm
Sorcs.
Surprised no one has said that already. I  me some spontaneous casting.
Race is a bit harder. Tieflings are neat... wish the tail was prehensile though... how else do you catch flying babies?
M.
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 03:55:14.
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Topic: Yo, new and Roleplay friendly.
Subject: Welcome
Well I just said it in chat... but welcome again.
I don't have a big long list... you'll just have to learn about me as we go.
M.
P.S. I didn't tell you to feed the Grugg...
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 03:41:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: LOL
Anyone notice how -interested- everyone seems to be in Mac's mental stability?
Of course that just paves the way for some other nut to go take charge of the ship while everyone is looking at Mac... the ol' Kansas City Shuffle...
NOTE: Not that I am supporting the idea of ANYONE save for that handsome captain of ours to take over the ship!
M.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 16:48:38.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: What did you say?
"As you wish, my Captain," Nyx sneered, offering an almost disinterested glance back before reaching for the latch, "but know that I'll not settle for a mere watcher's pay, my price remains the same,"
Dmitrova sneered back at the elf's disinterested glance. "You know that as usual we will discuss your price when you have finished the task. I'll pay you not only for it being done but for how it is done. But to keep you interested," He tossed a small purse at him, and likewise tossed one to Cay.
Proud bastard. ‘my price remains the same,' what have you to be so proud of huh? Your pointy little ears? They are just talismans of a race that is dying, especially in your case. And the reason the elves are dying? Because they are weak and allowed themselves to enslaved. You can kill, certainly, but so can that human before you, and he has likely killed more of your kind than you will ever of his,
Her thoughts wandered on this tangent for a moment longer than they should while she stuffed the purse into a pocket somewhere. Slowly she refocused and realized that she had been staring at Nyx and letting her lips move slightly with the internal discourse. With a narrowing of her eyes and a deep frown driving across her lips she moved to push past Nyx and out of the room. When her shoulder brushed against his she hissed at him in a low whisper.
"Tira ten' rashwe, o' re rambuva vithel."
Part of her hated being so obvious about her hatred, and part of her preferred it that way. She thought of herself like a rattlesnake, warning those around her with a shake of her tail that they should think twice before getting too close.
Someone in the room had not heard that rattle though.
"Elves," The word was said with a mocking laugh that was directed toward the two trying to leave the room.
Nyx was forgotten as that word fell upon her mutilated ears. Turning on her heel she faced the room again finding the man who had said such vile things about her.
The smell of fire, smoke and burning flesh suddenly filled the room as a pair of hands consumed in flame clasped down on the fat fingers of the round ear who had uttered the single word. His scream was instantaneous and bordered on pain and shock.
"I am not an elf," Cay said firmly as the man writhed under the fiery grip on his wrists and blades unsheathed themselves around her.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 15:26:39.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:38:52 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: :(
But I wasn't really complaining...  Sigh
And Eol... FOCUS!! 
ADD is NOT an excuse!!
M.
Posted on 2009-11-13 at 01:40:10.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #31: Funny is in the Eye of the Beholder
Subject: Hmmm...
smug smiles...
I can kind of see where the comment came from.
The girl and the junk food junky (I'm terrible when it comes to names please forgive the use of 'nicknames' here) usually seem to be the two most likely to just look happy.
But yeah... the DM should look smug like... always. And polo boy -never- looks smug. Angry sometimes... and surprised more often... *nod*
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 19:20:32.
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Topic: Pedo Edhel?
Subject: :)
*splashes in the water*
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 16:28:39.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Arrghh!
Pirates ahoy!
Van... I'll have to commission you for that teddy bear when we finally do have kids... I the little pumpkin hat you did for Olan's latest.
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 14:56:00.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #31: Funny is in the Eye of the Beholder
Subject: haha
I love the face on the librarian when he gets stabbed...
I almost feel sorry for the poor dead guy.
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 14:38:23.
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Topic: Pedo Edhel?
Subject: But... but...
SUUUGGGARRRRR!!
*runs around crazy like for twenty minutes*
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 14:19:23.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: We Meet Again...
Her hand tightened into a fist and she made a hissing sound between her teeth. The thin scab that had formed over the wound broke open and the blood once again began to seep out. It was an intense pain that radiated out from her palm, pain that had worsened over the past few days. What had begun as a thin red gash across her palm, created by a sharp and clean blade, had widened into a gaping mouth since.
Opening her hand back up she looked at it. The pain was caused her eyes to brighten with the prospect of tears. If it had been properly cared for it would have been nearly healed by now, and the scar would have been minimal. Its current condition was due to the fact that she had purposefully kept it open. It had been wrapped up in a bandage only when she worked with her hands, and that bandage had not been exchanged yet for a clean one. The flesh around the mouth was pink and angry, flecks of grime mingled with the puss and blood that the mouth spewed out. A smile curled at her lips as she looked at it.
That will make a fine scar if it ever heals...
Picking up the crusted bandage she had been using she decided that perhaps it was time to get a cleaner one. This one had started to attract flies. Tossing it to the floor where it piled up with other discarded bits of her life she ripped the edge of her bed sheet into a strip and used that to wrap up her hand. In only a few minutes the rust colored seepage had already soaked through the layers of linen, but she didn't notice.
All that she cared about right now was the fact that she was finally a Hellkite. Her membership was only as old as the festering gash on her palm, and she thus held one of the lowest ranks possible within its bowels. However, she was smart enough, and determined enough, to know that you had to start somewhere and that from here she could only go up. Perhaps one day they would regret allowing her into their ranks, that day would bring her great joy.
What did not bring her great joy was the knowledge that she shared this lowly rank with him. After delivering Gracchus's head she and her partners in the deed had been initiated. The twin had gone off that same night to take care of some job that was more suited to their skills. The elf and she had been told to standby. Now she had been summoned back and there was a tingle in the phantom tips of her ears that told her to expect to see his vile face at this meeting.
So she stalked back to the Hydra's Breath. The mud of the city sucked at her boots and almost seemed to try and pull her back down with every step. That was how life was, every step she had ever taken was a struggle to pull out of the mud, to find some rock and make a firm stand. And with each step she reminded herself of what she would do once she found firm ground to walk upon again. Under the wide brim of her hat a smile crept back onto her lips, but it never touched her eyes. Those dark beady eyes were intent on catching anyone, elven, human or otherwise, who dared to cross her path. Everyone who did made her tense and grasp at the dagger concealed in her cloak as she debated whether to bend down and slice their Achilles tendon in twine. If it had not been for her appointment she might have.
At the Hydra she wasted no time in the main room but instead wandered down into the cellar and to the large tapestry on the back wall. For but a moment she paused to examine the work. The image was that of an orange tree that rose towards the heavens. Around the edge of the tapestry an intricate interlocking pattern had been formed. Only those that knew what they were looking for could see the small figures that had been woven into this pattern. The small birds that flew up out of the thorns, the wolves that seemed to starve at the bottom, and the pears that swelled up in their ripe greens along the sides. A white ram was also hidden among the edge pattern and she knew who had made it, and understood their passive statement. With a shake of her head she pushed the tapestry aside, taking note of the dust that had collected in its fibers as she did, and knocked on the door that it hid.
"Password!"
"Tadpole"
The door swung open for her and she stomped inside. A quick scan of the room and sure enough she had been right to expect him. He was already in the room, standing with full confidence even while he boiled with loathing for the "round ears" that surrounded him.
"Ah, so good of you to join us witch..." Dmitrova spoke from his chair and offered her a smile she knew he did not mean.
Turning her eyes from the assassin to look at Dmitrova she offered a false smile back to him.
"O're lle rambuva..." the elven dialect rolled through her strained teeth in a hushed promise to the man before her, but it was quiet enough that he did not notice, or if he had he made no sign of it.
"As I had been telling Nyx here, you two did so well with the last task I thought perhaps you would enjoy working together again."
"I prefer to work alone," Cay replied coldly.
"So would he. But I'm afraid I don't fully trust either one of you yet... and from what I gather," Dmitrova's voice took on an amused tone, "you don't trust each other either. I rather like the idea of keeping you two together and making you watch the other."
The pompous bastard is toying with me! He enjoys watching me squirm... I swear he shall pay!
Clenching her teeth to hold back the bile that rose in her throat she simply stared at Dmitrova and would not dare lift her eyes off him to see the look on Nyx's face.
"Good. Now then," I have this job for you. It is rather delicate..." And at that Dmitrova's eyes moved over to Nyx, watching the assassin's face while he spoke. "The thing is we don't want any blood spilt, at least not yet. Right now I just need information. The target is Kharinya Bolstoii. What I want is simply for you two to observe her. Find out who she talks to, where she shops, when she eats, how she combs her hair. If there is anything to be known about her I want to know it. Until I get what I want, no one is to be killed... or maimed..." his eyes move back to Cay at that, "is that clear?"
What is this about? Cayrimsa wondered to herself. Outwardly she nodded slightly to Dmitrova.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 04:46:27.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 12:27:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: The Fates of Fortune
Eol and I have decided to co-op on this creative story endeavor and bring back to life some characters from a now dead thread.
Meri
NOTE: This thread is contains adult subject matter and is recommended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 04:45:36.
Edited on 2009-12-16 at 21:15:56 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Pedo Edhel?
Subject: mmmm
I think I would use the term Dread Spider more often than I ever would Home Dawg...
Yeah I'm pretty certain of that.
*nod*
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 03:28:59.
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Topic: Pedo Edhel?
Subject: Home Dawg?
Hmmm... no
I veto that one.
M.
Posted on 2009-11-12 at 02:55:08.
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