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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: The big K
Kay was happy. He was with a new group, a group he could help protect. A group of new friends. And they were all females. Kay sometimes wondered if they allowed him to join them because they needed a male to help protect them, or because they just knew he was good. It didn't really matter, but sometimes he wondered. And why did females choose such strange names? Kay already had problems remembering names unless he made assocations with things he could remember easily. And he had to keep repeating the associations until the names became automatic. But Kay eventually got there.
Ocyari -- mentally, he formed the letters O-C-R-E in his mind to help remember her name -- was a pretty syl but prone to be sneaky. He knew what she did, but didn't care, as long as she didn't steal from him or the rest of his new friends.
Thumpa -- the heartbeat sound -- was a big ol' half orc girl. But she was not like any half-orc Kay had ever met before. She was actually nice most of the time. She spoke like Kay did, not rough like most ot those like her. And she used magic. And she had a frog for a pet. And her horse was bigger than all the others, even Kay's.
The half-sylvari called Tah-moo-rill -- cow sound in the name -- could use a blade almost as well as Kay himself could, but could also make music. Kay liked listening to the music. And praciticing with Tah-moo-rill was fun, but Kay usually came out on top. Probably because he was stronger. And he used two blades at once, both of which were bigger than Tah-moo-rill's.
Isilimiri, she was all sylvari, but Kay didn't know where sh came from. Kay always fumbled with her name, but still usually came up with "Easily-Miri", which, he thought, was close enough. She was a holy person. Kay had a great respect for them. Holy people were why Kay was still around today. Kay had a high regard for anyone who could use magic like Thumpa could, but Holy people were near the top of the list of people to protect. At least for Kay they were.
Kay could remember a time when names and remembering were no trouble for him, he just couldn't remember when that time was. It was a source of major frustration to him, if he dwelled on it, so he usually tried not to. His new friends had kept him from getting mad at himself most of the time, so he was happy.
They had been riding through sand dunes and dryness for a long time, so when Kay finally saw some green leaves and plants, he felt better. And when they saw the guys working in a field near what Thumpa called a "monas-terry", the guys invited them in for a drink. Thumpa almost begged to stop and rest for a while. Like Kay thought, not the typical half-orc. But him and Thumpa were thinking alike, so he chimed in, too.
"Yeah. Let's take 'em up on the drink thing. I'm thirsty enough ta out-drink ol' Dappa, here. An' I ain't tired, but a rest would be nice for you g -- err, all of us." He had caught himself this time. The last time he had made the mistake of thinking the females were not up to his stamina or hardiness, they promptly proved him mistaken -- all of them at once. It had been emgarrassing and a bit painful, and he was not about to have it happen again.
Posted on 2008-12-22 at 20:24:05.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: Just noticed something ...
Three of the four character sheets show mounts.
Does Ocyari have a mount?
If not, is she riding with someone?
If so, who?
Kay is onr of those likeable-but-slightly-dense fellows, and, quite possibly, could easily be cajoled into playing "taxi", if given a reason he could understand. After all, he wants bo be good friends with everyone. It's what he bases his loyalties on ...
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 06:40:52.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: Ahmm, Brianna?
I may be way, WAY off-base here, but it seems pretty clear (to me) that we are the adventuring group who has chanced upon a monastery. We are familiar with each other, and are friends, but trust? That seems to be another matter entirely ...
[[ Master DM, sir, please feel free to slap uppa backada haid if'n I'm wrong ]]
It is my opinion that who we are and what we do are (or will be) part of the tale being spun by the storyteller in fromt of the fire ...
Well, that's what I get out of it, anyway ...
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 05:39:38.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: Woog!
A half-orc with brains AND good looks? 
What gene pool is her non-orc heritage from? She could be a dangerous one ... 
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 21:50:36.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: Out of curiosity ...
Is there anything else I need to provide?
Looking forward to starting after so long lurking ...
Posted on 2008-12-17 at 21:53:25.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: Uhhhh, is it too late to join this game?
Tired of lurking.
You were willing at one point to go to 6 players, and I haven't seen anything (yet) to indicate that recruiting is closed for this game ...
Is it too late for a more-muscle-than-brains human fighter to apply for a job?
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 00:27:53.
Edited on 2008-12-13 at 00:30:19 by jjmikerr
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Topic: The Red Dragon Inn
Subject: Salmagundie, anyone?
An 18-inch-small brownie enters, dressed in light green, with a dark brown vest. Contrasting these earthen colors are fine boots and a Robin-Hood-style cap, both of red patent-leather. He pulls behind him a little red wagon that has a a double-railing of wood around the "bed". Above this railing is a wooden framework with a sign, running from the front of the wagon to the back. The sign reads:
"Mikey's Strolling Salmagundie Wagon"
"Menu: "
. . . . . . "Salmagundie (mixed seafood stew)"
. . . . . . "Caramel Popcorn"
A long reed poking vertically out of one corner to a height of about five or six feet. At the top of the reed is affixed a red flag with the letters "MSSW" in white lettering. As he passes by, the strong aroma of the fish stew wafts to the olfactory organs of those he passes, strong, pungent and, to some few, unpleasant.
In the interior of the wagon can be seen a polished-steel counter-top with two lidded openings, one round and one square. Steam escapes from under the round lid in fits and spurts, and it is obviously from here the aroma emanates.
He knows no one here, but that doesn't daunt him, no it doesn't. He jauntily pulls the wagon over to the end of the bar, lifts the square lid in the wagon, and pulls out a penny-whistle. Closing the lid, he turns and climbs a stool, perching atop it with legs folded at the knees and crossed at the ankles. He pauses, smiles at those who are looking at him, then takes a deep breath and lauches into a fast and lively reel, bobbing his shoulders and head as he rocks back and forth in time to the music ...
He only pauses a second or two to let his audience know that the song has ended before quickly beginning yet another ditty. In this fashion, he plays 7 songs in a row, all lively tunes with a tone and rhythm for dancing, in case anyone would seem so inclined.
After this introductory set, the brownie rests his elbows on his knees, still smiling, and scans the room in silence ...
Posted on 2008-09-14 at 02:36:48.
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Topic: Brownie-man sayeth, "Hello!"
Subject: Brownie-man sayeth,
Lurking for a while. Was thinking of posting to RDI storyline (the "signature storyline?"), but saw this and figured, "Oops! Do this the right way. Introduce thyself ..."
And so ...
Helloah, one and all, from Jonathan Jeffery Michael Randolph Ruffello, the 18-inch small Brownie with unique abilities. He who pulls the Magically Loaded Little Red Wagon around with him that's loaded with, oh, almost everything!
So many things to do here (it seems)! Where does one start?
Recommendations, anyone?
Posted on 2008-09-12 at 12:33:59.
Edited on 2008-09-12 at 12:40:07 by jjmikerr
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