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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: bah
"Bah, then he has some shoddy speech skills. All I caught out of that was avenge Gann, and I'm not the heir. And either way my point got proven. One way or another, my task was accomplished. While I should go home, I believe I will volunteer as well." Kannizan stood resolute, just like any stubborn dwarf would. He didn't like the company. He didn't like the way this whole affair sounded. But he'd just made a fool of himself with that mix-up, and he had to make up for that.
Deep down, he knew why Stonesunder didn't mind him going to Waterdeep. If the clan lost him, they didn't lose much at all. He wasn't particularly attentive, as he just showed, he wasn't meticulous enough for smithing, by most dwarven standards, he wasn't adequate for anything but the most menial tasks.
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 03:55:34.
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: the dwarf speaks
Kannizan's gruff voice spoke up above Velina and the half-orc. "Can you two quit bickering and let the magister finish saying his piece? You sound like two ole dwarf maids arguing about how best to light a fire. There's no best way to provide proof, I'm not even sure there's a way to prove we were victorious short of sending another party in the see if anything is left. As long as the job gets done, who cares how it was achieved?"
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 00:57:53.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: I have no clue
"I'm not sure what the said wolf would be. I was hoping our friend Shepherd might have a clue." Bezmir looked at the man who, although just meeting, he felt as if he had shared an entire childhood with him in a simple look. He turned to Zau, and offered her a seat. His brown eyes kept darting back and forth between the enigmatic Zau and the emotionally suppressed Shepherd, waiting for some sort of communication between the two.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 04:52:41.
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: And here comes the Dwarf
The meeting inside the Magister's office was something strange to Kannizan of Clan Stonesunder. This was his first trip into Waterdeep, and it was all in the name of some Shallagh Gann or something. That was a weird name for a relative of his. All Kannizan understood clearly was that Gann had been murdered, and if he avenged him, the Kannizan would earn his inheritance.
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 03:48:11.
Edited on 2008-12-17 at 02:37:19 by Bezmir
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Topic: Music
Subject: strictly rude
Punk, Ska, and reggae.
NoFX, Marley, Anti-flag, Less Than Jake, Pennywise, Rancid.
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 20:34:57.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: a'right
I'm ready to roll.
Posted on 2008-12-13 at 20:32:45.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: woohoo
Bezmir looked at Shepherd. Something inside told him this question was a bad idea, but bad ideas were what made life fun.
"So Shepherd, does that mean you're here to keep us from the proverbial wolf?"
Even as he said this he hoped that Shepherd didn't take offense and attack him or anything. Bezmir could hold his own against a normal person, but the hulking frame of this man intimidated him just a hair.
Deep down, Bezmir had found a happiness, a content feeling with his company, that hadn't matched any other group he had ever traveled with. When Zau asked for their destination, he had no clue how to answer. He hadn't given it any thought himself. All he knew is that there was something magnetic to him about Shepherd, and just like a lamb, he would follow this man until whatever end came.
Posted on 2008-12-10 at 02:22:04.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: WOW
Bezmir gasped as the stinging in his hand abated, and the blood ceased to flow, and the wound closed. He stared in amazement and the now faint line that had once been a cut. He heard the whisper, picked out the words, and pieced the to gather information. He stood and gave a flambouyant bow.
"Good evening, Zau. I must thank you for the aid you have given my hand." He nearly doubled over laughing. "Gosh I really suck at formalities. My name is Bezmir. I see you have a certain talent. I'm assuming that's not the limits. How coincidental. I also have a talent. Two talents, actually, but one isn't very special. It seems I have the power to...stir emotions, as it were, through music. I don't know how else to explain it. The one I consider not so special is empathy. I can tell that both of you have something pressing heavily on your mind. You, dear Shepherd, haven't had a true road companion in a while, far longer then I guess I'll ever suspect. You, lady Zau, will need to speak with me further for me to guess anything more then you have a special bond with nature and it's creatures, and that you most definitely have more pressing matters then to speak with a bard and a traveler."
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 04:24:42.
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Topic: Who is your favorite superhero?
Subject: I gotta go with
Gambit.
The guy is a beast.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 17:20:07.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: And it goes
Bezmir couldn't halp but start laughing again. "Seems I wanted those last few drops just a little too much. Thanks for catching me. Oh, by the way, do you know anything of that woman over there? Not many people have the gold to spare on the homeless, unless she's just that kind."
Bezmir dug around in his bag until pulling out three knives, and he then began to juggle them.
"I wasn't always a bard, but I've always been a performer. I've been in theatre troupes, circuses, all kidns of things. But I found music one day, and something about the songs just felt...almost magical."
He kept juggling while talking, though his eyes never went towards the knives. He missed though, and one sliced his hand a bit. He cursed, dropped all three, and looked down at his bleeding hand.
"Hahaha. Well, I guess that's what you get from mixing liqour, good conversation, and sharp objects."
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 17:17:33.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: alright
"I'll consider the room then," Bezmir responded. His whimsical laugh after was enough to dispel any sense of tension in the atmosphere. "You know, this town isn't quite concerned with music. Maybe I should write a song about the wolves they so love." He opened up the case for his lute, which was a little large and could be worn on his back. Out of it, he pulled out a small flask. "I see you have a weakness for tobacco? It would seem I have a taste for spirits." He took a drink, and tilted his so far back, he saw the world behind him upside down. He watched the lady hand the coins to the old man, and thought huh, that's curious. He then leaned too far back, and fell over.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 00:47:27.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Whoah.
Bezmir sat amazed. He had trained his ears to be keen to pick out the variations in tones of his music, so he caught bits of the large man's short conversation with the bartender.
He was shocked, and elated.
Someone liked my music! he screamed in his head. It was his dream to be able to come up with a song off the top of his head. He had played off an old story he'd heard once, a myth passed down by some people or another. Not many people cared about the story behind the song. He made a mental note to write this one down.
After making brief eye contact with his fan, Bezmir watched him march right out into the night, looking either troubled, content, or very apathetic. Bezmir sucked at reading people.
Now, he was at a moral dilemma. Should he take advantage of the hospitality just shown to him, or should he follow his pride's savior, and find out more about the enigma behind those eyes.
"God I hate turning down free rooms," he muttered as he walked out the front door, into the dark night.
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 06:05:36.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: I'm down
This sounds good to me.
Count me in
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 04:01:27.
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Topic: I'm rather new
Subject: Okay
I know a little bit about D&D rules, but it's hard for me to comprehend how it works online like this.
It caught my interest though, and I want to try it out.
Kinda broke, so I'll definitely be looking online to see if they have copies I don't have to buy.
And thanks.
I've got friends who recommended it to me.
Posted on 2008-11-29 at 17:44:42.
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Topic: I'm rather new
Subject: I'm rather new
All I've done is free forms, but i want to try out the rules based, but none of it makes any sense at all to me.
Anyone care to give me any pointers?
Posted on 2008-11-29 at 17:33:06.
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Topic: City of the Damned
Subject: City of the Damned
Seth found himself waking up with the taste of blood in his mouth yet agian. He knew he should've kept his mouth shut with his old man. Damn, he thought, I'll never be able to get out of this place. I'm 23, and what have I got to show for it?
He stood up, and pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket. "Damn, this is my last one," he muttered. He pulled on his cigarette, letting some of the smoke drift out of his mouth before sucking it all in and inhaling, then releasing it a few seconds later. He threw the empty pack away, grabbed his bag, and walked out of the dirty old apartment.
As he walked through the bustling streets of NYC, he looked around for something to do. He stopped in a store, bought another pack of cigarettes, and then counted up how much he had. $9.32. Brroke again. He recently lost his job, so money was hard to come by. And his dad was brutalizing him every night Seth didn't come home with alcohol.
"That's all that bastard ever does anymore. Beat me, drink, beat me some more."
He left the store, and walked about two miles down the street, into a cemetary with a few newer graves, but mostly old headstones.
"Mom, why'd you have to die? You ruined Dad. He hates the world. He hates me. I wish that you, and everyone else who left their loved ones and died would come back."
As he finished this, he noticed an old lady walking around the graveyard, dressed in some weird robe. She laughed, and spoke with a cackling voice.
"Be careful what you wish for, young Seth. It might come true!"
Seth stood up.
"I hope it does, old crone. Now I don't care how you know my name, but I'm leaving. I've got better things to do then sit here and listen to you tell me I'm wrong to want my mom back."
Seth stomped out of the cemetary, and didn't see the malacious grin on the woman's half covered face.
Posted on 2008-11-29 at 05:37:09.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: The Martyr song.
Bezmir had spent the past week in the Blind Bard Tavern, the irony of which he was a bard himself. He noted the passing of every traveler, just taking in his surroundings. Last night he used up all his coin on ale due to the rejected feeling he got when he realized none of the current patrons appreciated his playing. He began to pack up his lute, but still kept an eye on the patrons.
A broad shouldered man had caught his eye. It was the first time this man had been seen. He decided to play just one more night. If he was rejected again, then he could simply leave, and go up north. He checked his lute to be sure it was in tune, and then began to sing.
Not long ago, when strife tore the land,
four shepherds came with their flocks at hand
their hooks made a thud with their every step
the showing of ribs proved their stock unfed
They begged for a month just to keep their sheep
they died one by one how the four did weep
But one man showed kindness and gave them gold
the next night their souls were claimed by the cold
But that display of charity was simply enough
to make their spirits soar and make an oath
They spoke to the man in the dead of night
the next day he never did see a sight.
He martyred himself in the name of the gods
and brought peace by his charitous act to God.
He finished his song, cringing at what he believed to be a horrible improvisational song. But the past few night's rejection hardened him, and he sat and waited for the worst.
Posted on 2008-11-28 at 20:40:54.
Edited on 2008-12-02 at 04:14:21 by Bezmir
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