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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Quarlin
"Well its the least I can do. You being a light of foot climber and me well....I can't climb for mess to be truthful"
All the while he was talking, he cut away from the blanket in his bed roll a one foot by four feet strip of cloth. From that strip he cut a near perfect one foot square. Accepting the water from her, Quarilin wet the cloth, but said before pouring the water over the sting wound,"this may sting a bit."
He kind of rolled his eyes at his own statement because, hell, it couldn't sting any more than the actual wyvern's attack. So, he began to clean out the wound and any other wounds she pointed out that needed tending. Once he was done he wrapped the extra cloth around her, covering her healing wounds as best as he could.
"There that should hold you for a while and keep contaminants out of the wound as it heals. And don't worry any about the blanket. I can magically "mend" it when you are done with the "bandage".
And to show what he meant he cast Mend on the square of cloth and his blanket and the square dried, and cleaned itself as it seemed to re-weave itself seamlessly back into the blanket's make up.
Posted on 2011-06-08 at 04:39:48.
Edited on 2011-06-08 at 04:42:24 by Tiamat5774
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: LOL
Nomad, At first I didn't understand this either but it finally came to me. Planes don't exist so your character wouldn't understand what he was seeing in his "vision". Clever use of words.
For some strange reason the cleric did not understand, an image of a mask dropping down in front of him as he and many other people sat tightly packed together inside of a large metal hallway with little windows came to mind. The image made no sense, nor did the strange voice saying,"always put your own mask on first, only then assisting others." It was a strange vision, but a quick shake of his head cleared his mind as he continued to climb.
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 03:46:19.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Quarilin
Trust didn't come easy to Quarilin. Though it didn't take much trust to help another, it did require a hefty amount to take hold of a rope held by someone else.
"Never got a chance to thank you, Gronz. So.....Thanks...for not dropping me."
Raina's safe drop was no small feat, and once she made it to the ground, he rushed over to her side, but looked at both her and Heironymous and asked if they were ok. With Heironymous action was his answer.
"Hmmm . . . no healing spells. Before we do much else, I'd suggest we start by looking around this shelf and the extra edges."
So saying, the cleric followed his own advice, carefully examining the back wall of the ledge on which they were perched. After that, if the others hadn't already done so, he will move down the right hand ledge.
"Don't you think we should rest first? Then....we can scout out the nearest cave for shelter and to determine if the caves are connected by a tunnel network. That would circumvent some of the climbing that apparently needs to be done. Besides we don't need any of our heaviest team members precariously hugging the side of a mountain. Someone light and fleet of foot to do the scouting."
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 03:28:53.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: Sorry
Sorry for not posting this week, My wife and i were having troubles and every time I would get on my computer she would disconnect the internet.
for party suggestion, once everyone gets rested and battle damage healed, I think we need to locate and make for the nearest cave for exploration (Maybe there is a cavernous network)and a sheltered place for making camp for the night.
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 00:20:54.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: decent morning
Shhhhhh. be vewy vewy qwiet.....(Whispers)Im hunting empwoyment. huhuhuhuhuhuuhuhuhuh!
Amen, Flirty, I couldn't stand to be stuck at home either! Though our reasons may be different. I'm apparently still in the dog house and my wife is still being a Queen B.
So Im gonna hit the library where one can web surf and job search online and apply in peace. lol
Hope everyone has a great day.
Posted on 2011-06-01 at 14:06:59.
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Topic: Legends of Audalis Contest
Subject: OH COME ON!
I figured there would be at least 5 last minute entries for the contest.
Posted on 2011-05-31 at 04:15:50.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Uggggg!
Playing dnd at McDonald's on their free wifi, cause my wife kicked me out of the house. Things aren't looking good for us.
Hope something shakes up for us 'cause we have two kids that need me as much as their mother.
Posted on 2011-05-29 at 23:09:11.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: hello checking in
good evening,
Sorry to hear about your throat hurting, hope you feel better soon, Flirty.
Hey Celeste, your avatar is the symbol for my new character's deity, Tamara, if Im not too badly mistaken.
Well a new campaign starts for me tomorrow with my new character, Cassius Stormwrought. Unusual path for me to follow, I usually play mages, but this guy is going to be a TANK. Hes a half-dragon fighter. You can read up on his background in creativity forums.
Weather has been decent here in the Florida panhandle, hope things stay that way.
Posted on 2011-05-29 at 04:17:38.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: OH COME ON!
As he motioned for Mahamed, he noticed the crinkled nose look on his companion's face.
Yuphart'd whispered,"Oh come now, Can't be any worse that smell of dead man on floor!"
Yuphart'd heads quietly out into the hall following the sound stepping as quietly as possible so as to not wake up the snoring creature.
Posted on 2011-05-29 at 01:18:23.
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Topic: Cassius Stormwrought
Subject: Cassius Stormwrought
The Stormwroughts, there was nothing notably special about the family except for the historical fact that goes back 25 generations that every male of the Stormwrought family was born during the most hellacious Lightning and thunder storms recorded. When a storm would brew all members of the village would gather at the pub and tell stories of past storms. Whether it was true or not, during the worst storms, always at least one at the pub would start their storm story with, "A Stormwrought is being born tonight!"
Until one night, late in the summer, there was nothing special about a male Stormwrought being born during a Thunder storm. Cassius was born late in that summer when the worst of coastal flooding and storms were due according to the seasons. Unlike the others in his family before him, though, he was born slightly deformed, at least by human standards, with a very prominent brow, orange hued skin, and what appeared to be reptile-like scales, and unlike the majority of babies, he was born with a full set of teeth. At least then, they looked like normal human teeth. Cassius' mother was ill for the full last trimester of the pregnacy, and died after giving birth, the truth of a love affair with another man, dying with her, and she herself would never know the true nature of that "man".
Cassius grew up as normal as one with his "affliction" could. For the longest time people were wary of Cassius and his father, because people are often afraid of what they don't understand. Cassius, however, had the gift of a disarming disposition that seemed to lay many of the townsfolk's fears to rest. In fact by his 10th year of age, he became the village's shepherd for goats and sheep. He became strong and well known, for he never lost not a sheep or goat and had fought off many a predatory beast vying to make a meal of one of the herded animals.
Midnight, late summer, in fact, a week from Cassius' 15th birthday, a raid on the village took the life of his father. He did not know who lead the raid, but the rumor mill of the town say it was the bear like creatures, the Oites, while others say it was Lycanthropes of some sort. No one really knew, it was too dark to tell. During the raid, Cassius ran in fear to hide where he could find cover. As he ran, he found a downed man, sword still in hand. Hoping he would not have to use it, Cassius took the sword just in case he didn't make it to cover in time.
Once the battle ceased and the smoke and dust cleared, and the sun began to rise, then and only then did Cassius come out from his hiding spot and still carrying the sword that he took from the dead man. He never did take notice that before the man died, his sword found purchase on one of the raiders for black fur and blood were stuck to the blade. The village public did take notice of that stain, and coupled with Cassius' reputation against wild animals and the fact he survived the raid, sword still in hand stained as it was, he was dubbed a town hero, when in reality, he knew in his heart he was afraid and ran as the rest of the town folk did. He felt lowly for allowing the people to believe him a hero, and too afraid to tell the truth. Vowing to set things right and justify the peoples' belief in him as a hero, he rode on the coat tails of his celebrity allowing it to sustain him, for his father was dead and he was now an orphan.
Weeks later, his vow was about to be fulfilled, with the help of a man named Sir Kelvin Philpot. He hailed from a far away land and fate just happened to lead him here. In the pub, he had heard of a certain young man that just turned the age of 15 years that fought to protect the people of the village during a recent raid. The Knight understandably wanted to meet this boy.
The two met, man and boy, as if pushed together by destiny, and over the days that followed they had many meals, drinks, but most of all talks. The knight told Cassius,"You have a noble heart, but know this, forget the fact that you do not look normal, but because you were not born of noble blood you can never be a knight. However, if you were to be my squire, you would be making a living at my side, and when you have satisfied your commitment to me, you will have learned a trade as an employable fighter, self sufficient and earning a living protecting the weak and defenseless from raids and monstrous attacks."
Cassius agreed, for this assignment would take him away from the guilt he felt in this town, the guilt of accepting the title of town hero, when he wasn't even heroic enough to save his father. Sir Kelvin and Cassius went on many adventures, accomplished numerous royally endorsed protection and rescue missions, and even ran communiques back and forth through hostile territories during wartime.
During said wartime, intelligence was intercepted by Sir Kelvin Philpot, that the Kingdom of Thorns has bribed a Great Wyrm red dragon by the name of Phyrelixusull, for the exchange of tribute for 50 generations if she lends her offspring to their cause in ending the conflict once and for all with their enemies in the Kingdom of Law. Assuming this agreement was concerning wyrmlings, Sir Kelvin went in search of the lair and waited for the mother to leave in search of food. He then entered the lair to find not wyrmlings but nine adolescent red dragons. He and his squire where surrounded. They were able to bring down two of the nine but when Phyrlixusull returned, she was understandably furious by the intrusion and killed the Knight butally and expeditiously. Cassuis thought this was it, the end, and try as he might to put up the most brave and fearless front he could, he appeared as a frightened rabbit to the great mother. In a rare show of mercy she said, "You were only a follower of this filth, therefore I offer a choice, play the part of a hero and die attempting to take vengeance, or leave now and hope we NEVER meet again."
Again trying to show some semblance of courage, Cassius replied,"Fine I'll leave you to your young ones, but may I request that I remove the body of this Knight that I might give him a proper burial?"
"You may, but take this as well as a taste of what will be if we ever meet again!" And with that she belched flame in his direction, setting fire to the knight's beard and charring and clearing the stubble and hair off of Cassius' head and causing 2nd degree burns in some places on his body. It served as incentive to get himself and the dead knight out of the lair as fast as possible.
When Cassius felt he was far enough away from the red dragon, he collapsed underneath the weight of the Knight he carried in exhaustion. "Damn that dragon for killing Kelvin's horse". He had thought that the meal she had brought to her offspring looked familiar.
Once Cassius had rested, he dug a shallow grave and placed Sir Kelvin in the pit. Cassius still had the sword he had garnered from the dead man years ago, as he looked down into the pit and saw the sword of excellent craftsmanship the Knight held. He then decided the Knight's sword was too good to bury in the dirt so he switched out the swords. He then said his final farewells to his mentor and teacher and covered the grave with slate and small boulders.
He traveled by foot for a day and half to the nearest city he could find, to have his wounds seen to and to find a pub to dull his pain, physical and emotional, in drink......
Posted on 2011-05-28 at 23:41:29.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Morning.....
The jury is still out on whether it is a good one or not.
Worked six hours on a fence yesterday before it threatened to start raining. Being paid $7 an hour but I really want to get this job done. Im a carpenter by trade and my specialty is framing and building sheds but have built a fence or two in the past. The guy that hired me talks at me like I don't know what Im doing. If I could take a flat fee and forgo the arguing and him standing over my shoulder, and lecturing me on my work habits, that's the way I would want it.
He tells me to come back at 8:00 this morning and he says hes got to think about how to proceed, whether he still wants me for the job or what. Feeling a bit insulted right now. I still get paid for the frustration and epic failure of yesterday (Trying to rush through the job, cutting corners, and using second rate materials, per his instructions on how he wants the job done). However, my reputation as a third generation carpenter is on the line.
OK my rant is over.
On the lighter side of things, I get to rest a bit today and try and work out the soreness of my muscles and joints from yesterday's work. 
Posted on 2011-05-27 at 14:48:31.
Edited on 2011-05-27 at 14:49:40 by Tiamat5774
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: "Listen.....do you smell something?"
In a hushed voice, Yuphart'd suddenly got serious and emptied the useless loot from his pockets and said, "Do you hear snoring? May our footsteps meld noiselessly to the floor, But we need check out that." Still brandishing the torch as a flaming club, he motions for Mahamed to follow him to the source of the sound.
Posted on 2011-05-27 at 04:49:11.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: good morn'
breakfast of fresh squeezed oj and honey bun the off to work.
Posted on 2011-05-26 at 11:54:48.
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Topic: The News Thread - This Just In
Subject: honestly
....and no offense meant, but I really didn't expect any of us to go up. lol
Harold needs to go Camping, cause I knew his prediction was so full of ..............ahem.
Posted on 2011-05-22 at 16:38:36.
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Topic: She is no longer lost, but looking for a good time.
Subject: In the case of dice rolling
Most dms in a forum game take care of the rules and die rolls because in a forum situation they would not be able to see your rolls. On the other side of the coin, DMs can be lenient and allow you to do your own rolls. In that case you can use the "Armoury" tab at the top and select die roller.
after selecting the type of die, amount of dice to roll, adding your modifier, etc. click "Roll Now!". Once the result is shown, you can either email your result to the dm or select, copy and paste your result to a Q&A thread set up by the DM or in an OOC (out of character) post in the game thread.
Another way to handle rolls is to meet with the DM in Dragon chat and use the dice roller in the chatroom. that way the dm can see your rolls.
Posted on 2011-05-22 at 16:28:38.
Edited on 2011-05-22 at 16:34:44 by Tiamat5774
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Topic: Happy B-Day Tek!
Subject: happy birthday
DON'T GO RUNNING AROUND THE INN IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT!
Posted on 2011-05-22 at 03:40:39.
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Topic: Where in the world is Eol Felfalas?
Subject: Where in the world is Eol Felfalas?
Oh where oh where
has our Eol gone?
Oh where oh where can he be?
With his eyes crazy wide,
and his tongue sopping wet,
oh where oh where can he be?
Posted on 2011-05-20 at 17:38:22.
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Topic: Hey there!
Subject: Great to have you here
We need some new blood around here and some new people for Eol to drool on. So welcome new Inn-mate.
Posted on 2011-05-19 at 07:55:07.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Sad...
The shelter situation is a sad one. My wife read that a few shelters in Alabama are closing down and many of the animals are slated for euthanasia. We have eight cats and REALLY need to give up 4. But we are so afraid that with this economy that people feel pets are a luxury they can't afford, so the animals just languish there until D-day or until the shelter runs out of funds to keep it running and then the same thing, D-day. 
Posted on 2011-05-19 at 02:20:00.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: good day
Just woke up, waiting on Pyroboom to get home from school. Seeing as it is Wednesday, chances are I'll be on POGO.com playing games. lol Probably make my way into chat later on.
Posted on 2011-05-18 at 19:08:22.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: Wyvern poison
Poison (Ex) Sting—injury; save DC 17; frequency 1/
round for 6 rounds; effect 1d4 Constitution
damage; cure 2 consecutive saves. The save DC is
Constitution-based.
Posted on 2011-05-18 at 04:10:29.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Good morning
After the rain we had two days ago, we've had lows of 55 F here in Florida for the last two nights. Kinda late in the spring to be having those lows here.
Washing Machine never got fixed yesterday .
I need to find a Ear, nose, and throat doctor that will take Medicaid because of my shortness of breath, chronic coughing, and my fudged up voice.
As usual, I haven't slept yet. Glad this is my son's final week of school. I'll get to sleep normally when he's out on vacation.
Well I guess thats all Ive got to report for now.
Everyone have a great day!!!
Posted on 2011-05-17 at 11:00:18.
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Topic: Obituaries
Subject: Use of this Thread
As demonstrated above, this thread is to provide creative release, and closure for your favorite departed Characters. Whether it be in the form of Eulogy, Epitaph, or Obituary, it would be cool to show the hard work and care taken in running your character right to the end.
Posted on 2011-05-16 at 10:01:09.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Morning......
have any of you ever worked on something for A long while (at least a month)only to have it end in irreparable failure? If you have, then you know how I feel. Of course I haven't slept yet. Im waiting on my youngest (pyroboom) to get up and get ready for school. Once he's off, I sleep. lol
I was so close to having my first epic lvl character, then TPK and its over. oh well, I did it all for the XP.
When I do get up (probably around 12:30 - 1:00pm) I gotta hunt down an electrical short in the washing machine.
Talibos Carver R.I.P.
Posted on 2011-05-16 at 09:55:04.
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Topic: Obituaries
Subject: Obituaries
Talibos Carver died May 15, 2010 at 9:35pm central time tonight from mortal wounds inflicted by a Rakshasa. Thanks to a spell that allows communication with the dead, Johnny Rayblade, one of the dead party members, Talibos was the last of the party standing, against this epic foe no one stood a chance. Another of the party, the cleric Faylea, is quoted as saying under the same spell, "If his chest were a cannon he would have fired his heart upon the beast."
The last words of Talibos were,"From Hell's heart I stab at thee, for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee!"
His last moments were spent in flight dropping Acid Splash spells which was the only thing he had left to get past the Rakshasa's Spell resistance short of standing toe to toe with it. The Rakshasa cast fly on himself, was able to out manuver Talibos and dealt the finishing blows that brought the dragon deciple down.
He is survived by his Adoptive parents Donald and Elizibeth Carver and the inhabitants of the Valley of Brass dragons including his master and distant brother, Talas Pyrestrider.
Posted on 2011-05-16 at 03:25:18.
Edited on 2011-05-16 at 03:26:07 by Tiamat5774
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