Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Thanks much appreciated
Kitties
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 16:46:26.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #42: Rock Solid Humor
Subject: awesome or not
I still laughed at it.
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 16:06:35.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: whenever I think of me I think of
Meri
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 16:05:40.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: I think I saw dialogue similar to this in a script
about time you got here
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 16:01:13.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Ever read The Cleric Quintet?
Doo-ad
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 16:00:25.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: klsdja
I'm going to go with cheetah (we're talking about future lycanthropic diseases we get right?)
Wolf, tiger, or rat?
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 15:59:15.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: sdf
and unfortunate events
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 15:57:56.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: really that's sign language?
so if Eol would have been in high school when you were born...when were you born?
You know when you leave off in the ^ < V game with me getting stuff I can't post after you. It's like (bleeped out for the younger generation) blocking.
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 15:57:10.
Edited on 2010-01-05 at 16:04:37 by Ion Kired
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: it spits out
your fears brought to life!
I feed four dumb girls who are like 'Whe we goin?"
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 15:54:04.
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Topic: The Voting Game
Subject: Ack
I voted too in order to steal the win but I discovered a most distressing situation...We've dropped to 6th!
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 15:52:30.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Poof
Your shiny psion gets picked up as a driving hazard and locked away. But he now has a roof over his head and a place he'll learn to call home when he's venerable.
I wish for the fountain of youth
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 15:51:01.
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Topic: 3.5e - Of Donjons and Dragoons [Recruitment]
Subject: Multiple psions
The nice thing about psionics is its incredibly versatile. You can be a psion and you'll seem like an entirely different class than me.
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 06:10:24.
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Topic: Paranormal Protection Agency - Night Shift
Subject: Yay it begins!
“Sweet mother of Perseus, wake up Imprit I have news!” Lirius burst into his dusty apartment his eyes twinkling brightly. Lirius made quite a figure posed in the doorway with his skinny arms held high over his head; the sleeves to his purple robes, which looked far too big for him, sliding down into a bunch at his shoulder almost covering his face. He brought his arms down revealing his green eyes and golden locks. And what news is this that would have you in such a ‘bright’ mood this morning? A voice whispered irritated in Lirius’ mind
“I have a job!” Lirius announced proudly. “And one in which I can put my degree to use!” Lirius began pulling out bags of several different varieties and placing several capped smelly bottles into them. And might I ask where the new job is and why you seem to be packing? Imprit hated moving. It meant a change of scenery and Imprit hated change, which now that Lirius thought about it was a strange quality in an imp.
“Oh yeah the Paranormal Protection Agency.” Lirius said continuing to pack. “And they’ve provided lodging so we’re moving!” Oh goody. The Imp’s snide remark came flipping back. Lirius swiftly packed his bottles and spell books. Then walked out of his apartment and began scrawling runes onto the earth. With a piece of horsehair in his hand he stepped back a little from the runes. “Mountus” Lirius said in a deep commanding tone. The runes scrawled on the earth began to glow red and then in a puff of smoke a horse appeared. Lirius then pulled out a tiny bag and an unlit candle.
“Omferious Conjuratatus Goblinicus” Lirius intoned and the tiny bag he held began to grow in size. Lirius opened the bag and a goblin hopped out. “Hi there go grab some bags and load them onto the horse we’re moving!” Lirius ordered. The goblin headed into the apartment and did exactly as he was commanded. The bag in Lirius’ hand returned to the tiny size it started as.
“Ooh and the spell I finally mastered last night!” Lirius held out the candle and bag again. “Omfecurious Implicatus Conjuratatus Bugbearinicus!” The bag again began to grow in size and Lirius again held it open. This time a Bugbear hopped out. “Hi let’s grab some of the bags and follow me! Oh goblin the horse is plenty laddered down now grab some of the bags and follow me!” Lirius the bugbear and the goblin headed into Lirius old apartment, grabbed the remaining bags and headed to the PPA HQ.
The party received a few strange looks but this was Waterdeep and nothing was so far out of the ordinary as to make the citizens stare for long, least of all this small caravan. The apartments weren’t anything to woo over but Lirius was in such a good mood that he wooed anyway much to Imprit’s annoyance. The inside of the apartment was of average size in fact it was a little bigger than Lirius’ old apartment. It had a desk and a bed and plenty of space.
“Look Imprit a bed!” Lirius said fully aware that his excitement was irritating the imp. Oooh and a desk how posh. The imp responded sarcastically. “heh. You may put the bags over there.” Lirius said to the goblinoids pointing to a corner of the room. When the bags were neatly and carefully stacked in the corner which had become half the room Lirius waved dismissively and in a puff of smoke the goblin, bugbear and horse were all gone. “I love being a wizard! Free slave labor!” Lirius sighed as he began digging through his bags. “Now where did I put those? Aha!” Lirius carefully extracted a jar of mint leaves. He took one out and placed it into his mouth sucking on it while he looked over the room with a better eye for detail. “Now let’s see I will have to get shelves for everything. A shame I couldn’t carry them with me but the free slave labor only lasts so long. I do have the other apartment tomorrow so I’ll get a few of them tomorrow. Having that bugbear is a major benefit.”
You’re talking to yourself again. Imprit interjected.
“No I’m talking to you.” Lirius replied almost absently.
Well I’m not listening so your talking to yourself Imprit said in return. “Well just cause you’re not listening doesn’t mean I’m not talking to you.” Lirius said unpacking stuff. You left the shelves what do you think you’re going to do with that stuff?
“I’m making tea obviously.” Lirius said getting a decanter out and several herbs. There’s no flint with the tinder Imprit informed Lirius. “Wizard. Duh.” Lirius replied grabbing his staff which was an oak staff with a ruby red crystal embed into it’s top. He pointed the staff at the logs in the fireplace. (assuming that every house has a fireplace)
“Now do your thing.” Lirius commanded Imprit who resided in the ruby atop the staff. Are you serious? “Of course I’m serious make with the flambé!” The ruby glowed and shot out a length of fire approximately the size of a long bow’s arrow. “No flint indeed.” Lirius placed the decanter in the flames. “Bah!”
After a hearty meal at the tavern Lirius joined his compatriots for the first night.
“Hi I’m Lirius Wizard Extraordinaire.” Lirius introduced himself after they’d received the initial briefing for night shift. Lirius didn’t mind night shift he was by nature a night owl and nights were by nature more interesting to magically inclined individuals like Lirius than ordinary mortals whether a missive came or not. Besides he had his spell book and one of Elminster’s early spell books that he was still attempting to glean some knowledge out of. The trouble with spells was they were written in unique runes for each different spell caster and it took time, study, and sometimes repeat power expenditure to reveal the subtle differences between the runes Lirius used versus say the runes Elminster used. Lirius didn’t really have any hopes of learning a new spell for a while as he had just recently gained the insight to his most recent spell. But that didn’t keep him from hoping or from trying. So throughout the first night Lirius spent most of his time scribbling onto a practice pad, looking back into Elminster’s spell book and looking at his own as well as drinking tea and sucking on mint leaves. The second day was much like the first except with less excitement as Lirius was tired from lack of sleep (he’d only slept four hours before Imprit woke him telling him if he wanted hose shelves now was he time to get them!) and he was a little despaired at just how slow the night had been. No work means no pay coming into the organization which means eventual layoffs. Sigh. The night was also much the same with scribbling into his practice pad and studying the two spell books. He slept through the entire day of the third day waking just before dusk and in just enough time to eat before his shift.
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 05:41:50.
Edited on 2010-01-05 at 05:56:44 by Ion Kired
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Topic: 3.5e - Of Donjons and Dragoons [Recruitment]
Subject: gasp
I probably shouldn't join but you're letting in psionics and I haven't played a psion in ages. Holy crap character forthcoming.
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 23:09:32.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: A few notes I remember on those variables
Hey assuming the brigands weren't a part of the illusion I seem to remember not killing my previous opponent. He was lying on the floor clutching his acid burned face but obviously in agony and therefore not dead. But also on a note of inquiry as its written:
In the flurry of clashing blades and piercing arrows you (Virif) see Harl and Jocelyn fleeing the caravan into the northern woods, chased by a flurry of arrows that embed themselves into the ground at their heels.
Does this mean that I was the only one to note Jocelyn's fleeing or did everyone except the merchant note it as well?
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 18:11:23.
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Topic: a dying world
Subject: Do I suck so much as a DM?
Did you guys give up on me? If not I'll update later today.
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 16:57:59.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Should have listened to Admiral Ackbar
Virif jogged into the woods contemplating the possible betrayal of the party. He examined the pattern of arrows as he jogged past them, but all that told him he already knew. None of them had scored their mark, unless of course their mark was the ground the now stood in. Which was not altogether out of the question. It was a little bit in when Virif noticed the first creature dart across his peripheral vision. At least he assumed it was a creature he just noticed the shadow. Virif came to a stop watching in his peripheral as he was quickly surrounded. As he stopped he let his senses come in tune with the area and prepared for a fight. Listening to the forest around him he could hear the sound of battle die from the wagons, which he assumed were behind him. He was aware that even though his dwarven eyes adjusted to the darkness allowing him to see still his innate sense of direction wasn’t good away from his home and without the moons he wasn’t sure of where north happened to be at the moment, but he had run in only one direction and purposely not spun around to encounter the shadow so they must be behind him. He didn’t spin to see the shadows that flitted behind him because he had learned at the academy that the best way to stab someone in the back was to get them to turn it to you. So instead he’d swung his shield in its customary traveling position on his back. Between the shield and the armor I shouldn’t bleed if they shoot me in the back. He peered into the blackness that seemed to be closing in but couldn’t make out any distinctive features. They still jut appeared to be shadows. Shadows is it? Well this will not be fun if I have to take them on alone yes? But a dwarf doesn‘t call for help so maybe somebody is paying attention and will notice my fireworks.
“WELL QUIT LoLLYGAGGING AND LET’S GET TO FIGHTING YES?” Virif bellowed not for the benefit of his would be assailants but hoping that the caravan heard him and chose to investigate. He hefted his hammer but to his side his free hand was already forming signs and preparing a spell. As his spell worked he could feel that hand harden as it took on the aspects of stone, and he could feel his strength growing. Virif called out each rune trying to make as much noise as possible. I can't see anything, which if the professors were right means this is some sort of spell. What kind of spell though hmm. I just hope it's not an illusion. If it’s an illusion and I get caught casting magic missile at the darkness I’ll never live it down.
(Ok well am I facing shadows or people? cause dark vision still gets me the ability to see for 60 feet in complete blackout unless its magical (a fact that as a mage I would know). If it is a spell I’ll change my post a little but the affects are still the same. I’m making noise in the hopes someone hears and comes a running also I’m casting Fist of Stone a 1st level spell that grants +6 str. And a natural slam attack. The slam attack does 1d6 damage plus my new str modifier which is now a +3 (as I now have 16 str.) It lasts for about a minute. Oh Yeah I'm giving up the shield bonus in front and sides to my back so front and sides AC=19 and back AC=20)
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 16:53:33.
Edited on 2010-01-05 at 02:46:58 by Ion Kired
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: hehehe can't put my first thought
tapping
it rhymes too
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 06:06:19.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: For Mirtai it wasn't an eating device
LARPing
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:49:42.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: But I have no money to give him...wait...
^ should come see them with me when I has money
< needs money to see pop culture
V should loan Ion some money to see Sherlock Holmes and Avatar
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:37:08.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ok sometime
spoonknife (It's from David Edding's Tamuli Mirtai's life story)
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:35:09.
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Topic: The Egg Tart Game
Subject: lol today's society
motivated to do what?
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:32:48.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: that makes me think of a pokemon the
druzil
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:32:00.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Cute fuzzy lovable
My kitty is half bobcat and has extra fingers and toes and claws and loves to be held.
T-rex or Velociraptor?
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:30:36.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Old people jokes?
I'd never call anyone old  honest.
I'm 22 just old enough to bartend and still young enough to point at grains of sand and say "look dirts still older than me!" heh but to illustrate how old Eol is he's old enough to be my dad. I know this cause I'm about the same age as his daughter. (the math comes from the licked boy being 13 and the current bf is 9 years later)
Posted on 2010-01-04 at 04:28:20.
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