Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Grugg finds the buttons
and reboots Eol who immediately licks everyone in the room including himself! (talented really) Then thanking Pit for his wish Eol double and even quadruple facelicks Pit. then he upgrades from win 98 to windows 7 so he will never have a wishing crash again.
I wish I was on a mage council.
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 03:27:08.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out
Odyson! and a droid with its arms ripped off.
I feed it a bottle of Estancia Pinot Gricio a cell phone and a Star Trek Enterprise NX 01 model.
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 03:23:22.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Star Trek Noms Nom Nom Nom
Imma go with Insurrection. That one just didn't sit well with me for some reason. And the kid that was supposed to be Picard's Clone didn't really look like Picard. Maybe that was because he lacked the presence of Patrick Stewart. (Not his fault I know everyone lacks the presence of Patrick Stewart.)
Gandalf or Raistlin?
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 03:20:41.
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Topic: Dear Ogre
Subject: Gruntpoot included hahahahaa
Dear Leonard
Shrek very nice Ogre and that why he is loser married to fake Ogress dealing with stupid food problems. Shrek act just as depicted I eat food. Saving food kingdom waste of time. I smash things too, it lots of fun. I beat Shrek in arm wrestle. Tore arm right off he needed nap. He needs lots of naps. Oh one thing depicted wrong in Shrek movies. Even Shrek never bathe. No Ogre bathe. Bathing cause bad stuff.
Not bathing
Ogre
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Dear Ogre,
Where can I pick up one of your books?
Sincerely
Needing Gruntpoot NOW Must Have!
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 03:14:34.
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Topic: The Game
Subject: Oh
First day back and guess what I found! Confound Mr. C for inventing this monster of the posting world. (we should go to random posting forums and insert this game see if they figure out how to squash it.) It was quite exhilarating to read your verbose opinions on both this game and yourself Pit.
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 03:01:12.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Well its because
He isn't playing with Sean Connery while trying not to think of what Sean did to his mother lasht night.
Why can't I get my broomstick to fly me to the moon? (It stops just above my house)
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 02:54:20.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: bear fuzzy slippers mmmm
cozy
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 02:50:27.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Man the wife's a party killer
Did someone say spiced mead? I have some right here! *pours Pit a glass*
Tappity tappity bars thissa way. I think VH1 just didn't know what D&D is that's why they ranked us so low.
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 02:49:39.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Has anyone said anything to us dropping letters?
bop
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 02:45:44.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Lucky charms they're magically delicious
because they had
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 02:44:02.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: You know it!
^ Is just a giant stuffed animal
< Loves stuffed animals
V bought a bundle of stuffed animals just yesterday
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 02:42:50.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: What are you talking about we destroyed that rule a while ago...
lash
Posted on 2010-05-20 at 15:22:46.
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Topic: Dun dun... DUN! Guess who's back?
Subject: FACELICK
With the name change it's like she's a totally new person and therefore needs a totally new facelick.
Posted on 2010-05-20 at 14:58:51.
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Topic: Neighborhood Watch Recruiting
Subject: I've never played World of Darkness
Which means that since I'm unfamiliar with game mechanics I'll either be a refreshing supply of "so can I..." or I'll be a lot of face smacks, but this game sounds neat and I wanted to see if I can join. I have a character concept in mind but it only works if there is a class that manipulates supernatural energies. You know kinda a mage character. Someone who's studied up on the supernatural for oh say ten exuberant years and picked up a trick or two. (maybe learned how to magically protect a house from certain demonic influences.) So is there a class like that?
Posted on 2010-05-20 at 14:54:59.
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Topic: Hello all!
Subject: I'm the tap dancing bartender bullywog
Hi!!! *slips Eol that cap'n and coke* I'm Ion one of the blue hats. Here I'm told you'll want to listen to this when you go to sleep. *hands Jheherren a tape that when played repeats in a monotone Grugg voice "Feed the Grugg"* And you'll want to join us on the Redwyrm School thread if you ever decide to give forum rules play a go. Like Meri said we're a little more lenient on rules in the forum especially if you're a good Rp'er. Their mostly there to keep us from god moding.
Welcome to the inn see Keeper of Dragons for some special treatment.
Posted on 2010-03-06 at 17:13:27.
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Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring - Q&A
Subject: I'm dreamy
Woot inspiration hit me just in time. And look I've built more onto my history.
Posted on 2010-03-06 at 16:15:09.
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Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring
Subject: That's really what my room looks like
Ion left the field depressed. Well that went smashing! He thought to himself. Being jumped by four adversaries was not an incredible way to go down, though he had put up a bit of a fight. The key to using the double bladed sword was controlling distance. Much like the quarterstaff Ion’s chosen weapon had a great reach and versatility. It allowed him to pummel an opponent at a distance with alternating strikes from both ends, but it was hard to control the flow of battle against four opponents in an open field. Perhaps my spell selection was off. Magically Levana did more damage but she didn’t have more luck. I wonder how we could have improved the teamwork. Ion was walking back to his dorm. As it wasn’t a Friday or Saturday night he wasn’t expected at the Red Dragon Inn for his bartending shift and in his current spirits he was probably just going to turn in early. Steelight took command of the fight early on and with a little hesitation the group seemed to fall in order. Though it’s true I did my own thing. Steelight didn’t bother to order me since I have just as much experience. Maybe next time I’ll mention that if he’s taking command then he should coordinate me into his plans. Plans coming from one mind are usually better coordinated than plans coming from two or more. Ion unlocked his room’s door and stepped into his room. As he crossed the threshold he felt the energy that made up a shield placed over the rooms in an effort to keep the students safe. He smiled as he crossed the energy barrier feeling a little more secure. There were reasons he attended a school of adventuring. He gazed at the Spartan room. It had a dresser that upon inspection would be empty, a trunk filled with books and the laundry that belonged in the dresser, a desk and a computer that sat on the desk. In the corner of he room where one would normally find a bed Ion had a giant mass of comfort. It was like a big black blob of pillowiness. On the tag was the word Fuf. Ion plopped down on the Fuf letting it absorb him. The fight had taken a lot out of him. Using magic often did. Ion was from a world where magic was mostly divine and theoretical. His world was one of science. He knew and understood the various systems and computers found on campus, but the only person who knew that was professor O’Leary. Ion had spent a lot of effort and time adjusting to this world; learning of his elven heritage and magic. As a result Ion found that he could use magic, but since he wasn’t used to it he often used more energy than the spell required, so it left him drained whether he cast his full portfolio of spells or not. As the Fuf enveloped Ion and he closed his eyes he felt sleep creep up and over take him.
The sky parted as Ion flew across it. The call to battle rang out clear as a swallow’s call in still morning air. Ion’s dragon roared in answer as it turned with the rest of the dragon squadron. Ion readied his lance and peered into the clouds looking for an enemy dragon rider. This battle would declare the victor of the war and the good guys were winning. Ion heard even as he saw he buzzing motor’s of an old world war two fighter plane buzz cutting the clouds as it passed. Ion prepped his anti-air gun and started shooting. The bullets popped and sizzled as they met the skin of the Fel-Orc which did nothing more than enrage the creature. It let out an awful roar and charged Ion. He spun his blade up neatly decapitating the fifteen year old boy. The child’s eyes opened in surprise as its head departed its body. Ion’s eyes opened in surprise too as the body caught the head and reattached it. Ion stepped forward and entered a spinning attack hopping to shred the wooden dummy. The sun beat down upon his head and it felt like the bed was shaking. Like something was shaking the bed. From the roof Ion watched as a green demon shook the bed and a red demon stared down at he sleeping body. Ion looked closer to the body and realized it was his own six year old form. The demons were attacking him! He willed himself to wake up. As he opened his eyes he stared straight into two glowing green eyes.
Ion woke in a sweat. His will gathered about him and his tap shoes seemed to glow. He looked around the room. Where am I? And as he stared at the Spartan room the last sixteen years came back to him in a rush. Oh yes. Ion climbed out of the Fuf a touch dizzy. He turned on his light and looked about the room. It was as it should have been. Empty. He touched his hand to the wall feeling the hum of the dorm’s shield. It was still active. It was only a dream Or perhaps a memory. Ion wasn’t sure where he dream started and reality began. He hadn’t been sure of that since he was six and had that dream. Ion sighed. I won’t be getting back to sleep tonight. He thought to himself. Funny I dream of demons nightly. Usually fighting them, but a dream of them observing me and I get the willies. Ion slipped his tap shoes on and strapped his sword to his back. He moved the mouse on his computer. One of he things that never ceased to amaze Ion was that the school had both electricity and internet. He checked the time on his computer. 3 A.M. Damn, the Inn’s closed. He opened his door and stepped into the hall. His left hand strayed and stayed on his sword as he locked the door. He knew or at least rusted that he was safe at the Red Wyrm School, but he was in a paranoid mood. There were reasons he was at an adventuring school. He stepped softly but quickly. Amazingly even though he wore tap shoes he didn’t make a sound. I’m good.He thought to himself with a smirk. He snuck from he dormitories keeping an eye out for any professor that might be on duty. One of the things he’d learned early on was that you weren’t in trouble for breaking rules; you were in trouble for getting caught. So Ion took measures not to get caught. He snuck from the dorms to Tann’s Field of Death. As he stepped out of the building he breathed in deep. The night air was sweet. For some reason night air always seemed to hold power to Ion. It smelled better. It awakened his senses. It felt cooler. There was just a touch more energy to it. Ion loved nights. He walked to Tann’s Field with his blade out spinning it across the back of his hand. It was a beautiful blade. The entire weapon was five foot. The foot long hilt was placed in the center and was a simple red leather strap wrapped tightly around a round bit of steel. The blades were each two feet of slightly curved steel. The curve wasn’t noticeable from a distance and looked almost like an optical illusion with a quick glance. Which if you were Ion’s opponent was all you would get. However slight the curve was it made a huge difference when wielding it. Ion’s style wouldn’t adjust well to a rapier. He wasn’t a fencer dancing in a straight line hoping to thrust through his opponents defenses. Ion was twirler. Spinning with the curve of his blade Ion danced across the space available. Instead of thrusting through an opponent’s defense Ion danced around it. Or he smashed through it. By twirling his weapon sanding still Ion seemed to have two blades in close proximity to each other. The follow through on an attack was knocking the opponents defense aside and then using the other end to complete the attack. It was effective and graceful. A can of whoop ass and a show. Ion wasn’t born with this skill though and so he trained regularly. Usually after having that dream. Ion looked around the field. Empty. He hadn’t expected much else. Ion’s night vision was superb. Professor O’Leary said it was his Elven heritage. Ion tapped up an astral dog to spar with. His magical pet knew the drill. This wasn’t the first time Ion had needed to spar. They began with warm-up exercises and continued from there until it looked like they were dancing dodging each other’s blows. The sun began to shine through the horizon and Ion dismissed his sparring partner. Time to shower and see what this day brings. Ion thought sneaking back into the dorms.
Posted on 2010-03-06 at 16:12:20.
Edited on 2010-03-06 at 16:13:09 by Ion Kired
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: As a bartender I think
Import beer. Domestic beer tastes worse than Corona and it's recently been released that corona is mexican piss so wha's hat make domestic beer? Except for Sam Adams I like Sam Adams.
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 13:36:41.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Yeah simply Hilarious
^ rhymes with limes
< likes eating limes
V can pitch a lime at 80mph
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 13:34:23.
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Topic: The Game
Subject: Hahaha
It's super funny that you revived he Game for that.
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 13:33:10.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: VW
bug
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 13:29:17.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: No prob
Shelovesme
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 02:59:04.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: uhhh
nuh-uh
Posted on 2010-03-02 at 19:58:21.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Splitting the party yet again.
As Heironymus led the party back to the woods Virif sighed.
“Very well. If you want to take command we’ll see how well you do it.” Virif said quietly, “but the girl’s life is on your head and her death will stain your soul.” Virif rose and followed keeping his senses alert. As they came once more upon the clearing Virif focused within himself. Calling upon just a little magic Virif focused the power into his eyes feeling them heat up and then cool. His vision blurred and when it cleared he was no longer looking at he world as he once had. He now viewed it from the Sight trained in many mages allowing him to detect another’s magic. The trail was hit and miss much as Virif had predicted. The most recent miss bringing them to a cliff which they peered over.
"Ok, folks, we have a damsel in distress to rescue. I know we don't want to make mistakes, but certainly we need to keep moving. Anyone here see anything worth investigating? Which way do we go? Slow and steady does not always win the race, especially when slow has become stop!" Their self made leader declared. No, it doesn’t. Though I told you this would happen. Virif thought sourly to himself. He didn’t voice his thoughts because he knew that splintering the team was a bad call. It was the reason he hadn’t turned back with the merchant as another had. Virif stared into the gorge looking for traces of magic. Much as Kyara had pointed out Virif had concluded that a stronger caster than himself would find this gorge but a minor inconvenience. However there wasn’t anything he could see that pointed such a prospect which he was about to point out when Heironymus pointed out the cave.
“I agree that exploring the cave would be a better alternative to climbing down, however it would also make for an excellent trap.” Virif looked at the opening with caution. “If I was in the enemy party whether I knew I was being followed or not I would plan as though I was. A caution that has been mirrored in every step so far. It is only a credit to the skills of our tracker that we have kept up thus far. One of us should remain on the surface and look around here for a few moments to insure no foul play. Since it is me who suggests this I believe I should be the one to look I shall rejoin you in but ten minutes time, should I not join you then pray they haven’t caused a cave in.”
Virif watched the other two enter the cave and turned from the opening. He walked around the hill senses alert.
(I’ve cast Detect Magic.)
Posted on 2010-03-02 at 16:01:46.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: lol pie mega newtons of oliphaunt
I would grant your wish but I'm still pulling myself back together. Here have an Island Punch Tea.
I wish I was immortal
Posted on 2010-02-28 at 19:08:29.
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