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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: that's my favorite sound well that and
bwoing
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 05:54:26.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Aw how sweet
I bring back the s
sell
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 05:53:49.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Grugg's right
it was the latter but I'm here now.
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 05:52:44.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: though I think I can wear heels if I wore a dress I'd likely
trip
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 04:10:08.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: leavened bread
I'm not sure what manna is
transmogrifist or summoner?
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 04:09:24.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: feet
feel
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 04:08:31.
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Topic: a dying world
Subject: coming soon to a game thread near you
I'm updating late tomorrow. I appear to be missing posts from Fletch and Tus.
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 04:07:47.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: A dwarven warmage in one word is
AWESOME. Yeah all the letters needed to be capitalized in order to express the pureness of the AWESOMENESS that is a Dwarven Warmage.
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 03:18:12.
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Topic: The Orion Group -- Gestalt 3.5 D&D
Subject: Anh Steelblade
Anh looked a his letter one more time as he sat upon his steed awaiting this mysterious ambassador of the equally mysterious Orion Group.
Dear Anh of the Silver Dragon Knights, You are cordially invited to join the very secretive and very elite Orion Group. Meet outside the gates of Palderton at sunrise in a week to accept this honor. We’ve provided a map since you’re new to this plane.
Anh sighed as he looked around. Considering the large group forming it doesn’t seem like such a secretive and elite group to me. Anh’s steed shifted as a caravan of wagons stopped before the gathering. Anh looked at the gathering, there were people from all walks of life but Anh was easily one of the more unique individuals. With red scales and a toad like frame Anh was easy to mistake for a Slaad but that mistake would easily be a fatal one since Anh hated the Slaadi. He was in fact a Neraph and there were several differences that to Anh were easily noticeable. For one Anh was sane. For two he was dressed as any civilized being would be. For three Neraphim were smaller than red slaadi, in fact they were about the same height as humans. Anh stood 5’8 himself and weighed 200 pounds. For anyone who knew anything about Neraphim what made Anh truly stand out, aside from the obvious facts of him riding a horse and being on the prime material, was his armor. Anh wore a shining suit of chain mail that proudly displayed the sign of a silver dragon in flight over a floating landmass with swirls in the back ground. A symbol copied onto his steel shield. And sheathed at his side was a longsword. In short Anh was a Neraph knight and surely the first any of the gathering had seen. Perhaps that was why he was chosen to join this apparent secret society.
As the caravan came to a stop outside the gates a well dressed figure steps out of the front wagon and comes to greet the group of assembled adventurers. He appears at first clance to be human, and as it were he is, his chain shirt is brightly polished, the rapier at his hip seems to be very well made, and the cloak he wears is the same shade of blue as the wagons. With a brief bow and a smile he looks over the group and finally introduces himself, "Greetings young adventurers, I am Leo Sighvat, and I will be the escort to your future lives among The Orion Group. If you wouldn't mind please find a place in the wagons and we will be on our way."
Anh dismounted from his horse and tethered it to the second wagon.
“Shh It’ll be alright.” Anh whispers to the horse. “Just run along side us.” He hopped into the second wagon and took up a spot near the entrance where he could keep an eye on his steed.The ride seems to take hours, but with no view of the outside available it is hard to gauge time or distance traveled when the wagons finally come to a stop. As the caravan finally comes to a stop Anh stands preparing to disembark.
“Please everyone remain seated.” The man at the entrance says as Anh stands. Anh sits back down feeling as though he will burst. Man I want to know where we are. Anh thinks as curiosity burns in his mind. I hate waiting.
“Ah may I have Anh Silverblade join us outside please.” Leo pokes his head in motioning to Anh. Finally! Anh thinks though its only been a couple seconds since they stopped. Anh jumps out of the caravan taking a quick survey of the area. Well that’s disappointing. It’s only a cottage. Anh untethers his horse and retethers him to the post outside the cottage. Oh well I guess not all trips end at a palace.
"While this may look like a normal cottage, and in fact if you were to enter it now you would find yourself in a normal cottage." Leo begins a lecture.
Feeling as though Leo pauses to have a person enter the cottage Anh walks in. Sure enough it is only an empty cottage. Again disappointing. Ah walked back out.
“It’s just a cottage.” Anh reports diligently.
" However, if I enter you will note that things are very different indeed." Once the group member who stepped inside was back with the rest of the group he enters the cottage, and much to the surprise of the group he seems to vanish, however his voice can still be heard from beyond the threshold of the door, "As you can see, things are not always what they appear." Now that isn’t disappointing Anh thinks as he reenters the cottage. Fascinating. It’s still only a cottage. Anh re-exit’s the cottage.
Stepping back out of the cottage and into the sight of the startled adventurers Leo addresses you once again, "Now, since you are our newest batch of recruits I will now give you your 'key', so to say, into The Orion Citadel, your new home away from home."
Interesting Anh places the ring on his middle finger. The ring fits as though it was rafted just for him.
“Fascinating.” Anh breathes looking at Leo. Leo motions for the group to enter the cottage once more. Sensing that this time he wouldn’t just be entering a cottage Anh untethered his horse and hopped astride it before continuing into the cottage that no longer was a cottage. “Truly fascinating” Anh whispers as he glances around the courtyard he found himself in. He rode with amazed eyes forcefully telling himself not to touch anything as the party approached the citadel. When they entered the courtyard of the keep Anh dismounted from his horse and handed it to the stable hands. “Be sure to take good care of him and watch the mouth he bites.” As Anh said this one of the stable hands discovered just how hard Anh’s horse bites. “Ah well guess I didn’t get that warning out in time.”
Anh followed Leo into what appeared to be the throne room. I hope I do not need to swear allegiance to this lord. I already have a Queen.
"Leo, I take it this is the newest batch of recruits you have brought for us? I do hope they fare better than the last group you brought me..." He trails off slightly as he scans over each member of the group making mental notes about each before addressing the party, "Welcome, friends, to The Orion Group, I'm sure you have many questions, most of which will be answered later, but first I think we need to know more about each of you." I wonder what happened to the last batch. The first person the man pointed to was a gaunt underfed individual, though to Anh he was merely a skinny fellow.
"I wield magic." The underfed man said. Then after a long pause he spoke again, “I am a druid and a spirit shaman - I bear the power of nature and the power of the spirits, for use on my allies... and our foes.I am known as Villiedr, a Killoren from... you'll have to excuse me, but I would prefer not to say. My people like their privacy, and I should not give out directions to them." Anh could respect that. His people weren’t usually social either, though his own clan was trying to change that. Still the need for protective privacy was ingrained in his race and so he understood that.
The next man pointed to seemed to be a noble. "And I am Uriel. swordsman and a practioner of Pact magic." His voice has a gravelly edge to it, almost like a road weary story-teller, with an enchanting cadence to it. The voice belies his age, as if it doesn't quite belong. "If you need a face for this group, someone to negotiate on your behalf," he looks over the other members of this fledgling group with a raised eyebrow before turning his head back to the man before the throne, "then I'm your man."
Anh was the next pointed to. He strode forward proudly displaying his features as though he had not yet encountered the bigotry of other races. “I am Anh Steel blade a Knight of the Silver Dragon and loyal vassal of Matron Queen Impria and the silver dragon Kherazinth. My purpossse upon the prime material is to esstablish relations with other nations and organizations. If it will help to establish a relationship between the Silver Haven and the Orion Group I offer my ssword to your sservice as long as it doess not interfere with my prior dutiess and oathss.”
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 03:16:18.
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Oh this is gonna be fun
Virif stood on the hill overlooking the great city of Maruk. Valin’s capital. Virif reaches into his pack and withdraws a notebook given to him by his king.
Today I start my mission. The first bit of information I’ve learned is that the people of Valin foolishly worship lycanthropes. Apparently they are blessed of some god or another; blessed more like cursed if you ask me, and not by a god but by man or demon. Though in truth I can’t make that claim but it is something that should I stay in Valin I think I will attempt to study. Maruk from this view is relatively unimpressive in comparison to our own city and its defenses for a capital are juvenile. At least from what I an see standing out side of the city. Virif lowered his pen and watched the caravans coming through the gate. The trade in this region is average, though I do not think relations with the Illurians are stellar as they seem to have less caravans than other lands. Virif put his book back into his pack and began the descent into Maruk.
First order of business is getting myself a job so that I may blend in with the other adventurers. Virif sauntered as he walked through the gate winking at the children as he passed. His scale mail jingling against his Morningstar and his shield strapped to his back. Virif looked almost like a dwarven fighter except his body wasn’t as muscular as most dwarves and he was better groomed. He was groomed much as one would expect a diplomat to be groomed; his beard was carefully trimmed so that it showed dignity but wouldn’t be an easy hand hold in a fight and was braided much as a Vikings would be. His brows were plucked to show two distinctive bows but they were bushy enough to provide substantial shade for his eyes. In short he was a vision that could be used as the poster boy for civilized dwarves. His first stop, as it should have been for a dwarven poster boy, was the tavern. He ordered a dark ale and some spiced potatoes. While he sat eating his meal and determining the next best move for him and his country he couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between a merchant and another adventurer about making a trip to the Illurian Empire. The Illurian Empire huh? Virif thought, There isn’t much we Darkspire dwarves know of the out side political situation, and if its an Empire than it will want to expand so its only logical that I attempt to learn of this Empire. And I might as well get paid to do so.
“Do ya need another guard perhaps?” Virif asked the merchant flipping around in his seat.
“Yeah why are you offering?” The merchant asked trying not to seem to eager.
“Of course I’m offering.” Virif replied almost flippantly.
“So what can you do?” The merhant said moving from the other adventurer’s table to Virif’s. “Why should I hire you? It’s a dangerous trip I only want the best.”
“I’m a Darkspire Dwarf.” Virif said smiling, “That is all you need to know.” The Darkspires had gained a reputation in the local area as good fighters, smithies, and shrewd merchants, so it really should have been all the merchant needed to know. Though in truth even if the merchant hadn’t realized this he was eager to get on the road and needed a few other guards so he would have taken Virif regardless.
“Ok then I’ll hire you.” The merchant said. “The job pays 100 gold and I pay half up front. We leave in the morning. What’s your name?”
“Virif Flametouch son of Kirton Flametouch.” Virif said finishing his ale.
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That’s how Virif found himself sleeping with his legs propped up against the wagon wall in the caravan’s third wagon. He even managed to sleep through the loud crack of the wheel breaking, but somehow he didn’t sleep through the whizzing sound of arrows thunking into a man’s chest.
“Finally some action!” Virif said hopping to his feet. “I was beginning to get bored.”
"Someone wake the dwarf!" Allyn yells as he grabs a staff from his wagon to defend himself. "I'm not paying him to sleep while my livelihood gets stolen!"
"Jocelyn, take cover in one of the wagons!"
Virif jumped from his wagon and pulled his shield in front of his body. He scanned the area where the bandits were hiring as one of the other guards began yelling in a strange language. There ya go, yell obscenities in Infernal at them. It’ll scare them silly. Virif thought even as another part of his mind was counting the bandits he could see and yet another part ws pulling from his subconscious the words to a spell. Let’s see which spell would help in the circumstance? Virif pondered, perhaps some fire or maybe a little cold. Options…options, fire it is then. Virif began speaking in the musical language of magic weaving his free hand in drilled motions hitting each sign. He concentrated on the power that was inside of him calling his chakra forth setting the necessary arcane symbols into the air to create a lesser orb of fire which he proceeded to hurl at the apparent leading bandit.
(OOC info: I’m assuming that because of my sleeping I don’t get a very good initiative roll but if I do get one then my bonus is +2. I’m using the Lesser Orb of Fire spell which does 2d8 fire damage cause I’m level 3 and I ignore spell failure due to feats and abilities. Sorry for missing so long)
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 02:03:11.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Sorry about the late post
As the hour grew late too fast Igni bowed to his audience.
“I have another engagement to attend and must prepare myself.” Igni began to gather his trade tools., “Thank you fro listening to my tales.” Igni shakes the hat and smiles, “And thank you for the coin to feed myself.” He walked with less theatre to his step than when he came down from the stairs but with more than his usual. I’ve learned a good exit sets the stage for tomorrow. As he passed the halfway point on the stairs he returned to an average step. I shall eat and then journey to see this E. Though it’s probably a trap. Entering his room Igni pulled his clothes off and carefully rolled them up. He pulled out a shirt and breeches, and while slipping them on mentally tugged at his familiar, a raven. His Raven, Blackfeather. Blackfeather was Igni’s only friend these days. Igni opened his window pretending to enjoy the feeling of raindrops against his face and feigning surprise when his raven landed on the windowsill.
“Food” The raven asked in dwarven. “Food?”
“I’ll give you food if you do an errand for me.” Igni replied petting Blackfeather’s bill.
“Errand?” The raven replied, “What errand?”
“I need you to look over a house and tell me if there are any of the evil eyes there.” Igni described the location contained in the note. “After you look I’ll give you some food.”
“MMM Food I look then get food.” The raven spread its wings, “Be back.” Leaping into the air the raven was swiftly out of sight. Igni closed his window, collected his belongings, and went downstairs. Might as well eat. If it’s a trap then I’ll want some food in my belly. Igni moved cautiously even after leaving his room. After the show and before the party there’s no reason to attract attention. He ordered a small bowl of rabbit stew and sat alone purposely away from everyone else. He ate swiftly but time it seemed moved faster. Making sure to save a small piece of rabbit, Igni stacked his dishes together and tucked his chair into the table as he left. I feel like I’m heading to my execution. Igni carefully gathered his gear making sure to strap it tight and in a way that he could run while unslinging his crossbow. He walked out of the tavern and scanned the skies. Ordinarily it would be foolish to search an ever darkening sky for a black bird but Igni was a Duskarn and his darkvision was superb allowing him to easily spot his raven as it circled above him playing in the storm’s wind currents.
“No evil eyes, just other people.” Blackfeather reported flying down to perch near Igni. Once Blackfeather would have perched on Igni’s shoulder, but after the plague was blamed on magic users Igni had slowly and painstakingly taught Blackfeather to be subtle about their relationship and about showing how special Blackfeather was. The only thing Igni had yet to teach the raven not to do was speak out loud. Igni had discovered that he and Blackfeather could communicate empathically, with emotions, but Blackfeather preferred talking and in truth Igni preferred listening. Still Igni thought scanning the near empty street to see if anyone had heard. It is dangerous to have a talking bird. Sighing relief at the lack of people Igni trudged toward his destination. He took no unnecessary action to hide himself, nor did he slink from wall to wall. He merely placed one foot in front of the other having come across the thought that attempting to not look guilty usually brought more suspicion than just being there.
The looming hulks of the warehouses, great dark blocks owned by the city’s various guilds, cast deep, dark shadows across the streets. Raindrops battering against the tiled rooftops and brittle glass panes drowned out all sounds among the cobbled streets with an all-consuming staccato. Perfect for obscuring wanderers after established curfew. Nestled in between the Zantrical’s locked down storehouse and the Burning Treant Tavern was a small ramshackle home that had been evicted and boarded up years ago. A close inspection revealed only by those who would deliberately approach it revealed that the boards and nails were fastened to the door, and not the frame.
Igni was the last to arrive. Before Igni entered he slipped his crossbow from his shoulder and locked in a bolt. No use making this easy on them.
Dim candles burned on a half-rotten table, casting orange flickers into the corners of the derelict room. Junk had been pushed away, and six chairs had been seated around it, a curious count, considering the meeting had been called by one who would make the number seven. Within an hour of the first arrival, all six had been assembled, their cloaks dripping rainwater to the floor to create a dull reflection of the candlelight.
Igni glanced around the room as he entered crossbow ready to fire upon the potential ambushers, but the scene that greeted him was not one of violence, at least not yet. The table had four of the six chairs claimed, a count that almost panicked Igni until he saw the fifth person sitting away from the table equidistance from the able and the door, and Igni made the count six. So the meeting will be short but the wait long. Igni thought to himself. As the arrangement is obviously set up for us to sit but the host doesn’t seem to think they will be here long enough to sit. And it may not happen at all. this last thought was in answer to the obvious tenseness in the room. The one sitting on the floor looks ready to bolt and I imagine they don’t trust easily. The sword arm of the party is obvious, but I would think from her distinctive attempt to look confident that she is rash as a youth with that confidence is either foolhardy or attempting to hide fear. Igni unloaded his crossbow as he scanned the gathered. At least it isn’t a trap for the honor of the Krosan would prevent him from working with these humans to trap a fellow dwarf even if he believes the foolishness about spell casters. And whatever this is can’t be particularly dangerous if the host wants us alive. Igni looks at a short young plump girl, Because that one wouldn’t survive long. I’ve never seen that particular variety of elf before I wonder what he is capable of.
“I am pleased to see you have all accepted my humble, if short-notice, invitation.” A smooth, low male voice spoke just above a whisper, drifting out of the darkness of a doorway into a bedroom. One footstep echoed through the home. Then a second, and a third. A tall figure, shrouded in a black cloak, slowly emerged. “Gentlemen, gentlewomen. Allow me to introduce myself,” He spoke from beneath the raised hood. “I, am Erkand Vale.”
The voice broke Igni’s train of thought and he spun around calling to mind the magic which would grant him extra fortification, before he released it, however, he calmed himself as he watched three individuals enter form the shadows. So now we find out why.
Igni listened closely to the words spoken by Erkand Vale, even more so once the poster were tossed to the table. He didn’t need to see the poster to know what it was, and everyone else’s reaction simply confirmed what they were. Surprisingly Igni didn’t feel the terror he thought he would have with this evidence presented. I knew my face would appear on poster some day.Igni thought with resignation. I just didn’t know it would be used to manipulate me. I hate being manipulated. The obvious hoax of Erkand Vale’s claim that he liberated these posters from the followers of Mallien angered Igni more than his personal disgust that he had somehow been found out. The difference from the others gathered here and Igni however was that the accusations were true and somehow Erkand knew it. This fact forced Igni’s hand.
“I’ll join you’re quest.” Igni said in a low growl. “But know that I won’t forgive you for manipulating me, and just tell me; What’s keeping these people from killing you and pronouncing you as the witch? Since without your fabricated testimony there is no real proof as to their misdeeds but I’m sure the Paladin has proof as to her own good deeds. I on the other hand simply have my tales, and they would likely be used against me before Mallien’s corrupt judges. However if any of you should wish to declare Erkand a witch I‘ll add my testimony.” Igni eyed Erkand measuring for a reaction. Men who would play with other’s lives are scum and should be killed. However, I do not think I have the strength to kill this scum and in such a perilous situation I might have done too much already.
Posted on 2009-12-21 at 00:33:57.
Edited on 2009-12-21 at 00:36:33 by Ion Kired
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Topic: Hello Everyone
Subject: t-shirts lol
I could just see the looks I'd get wearing that to the local gaming club. I so want one.
Posted on 2009-12-15 at 22:41:57.
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Topic: a dying world
Subject: updated
I've updated and the trouble has begun. Don't forget to take a look at the updated exp and the updated combat posts earlier in this thread. In case you're wondering I didn't mention Marriana, Levanna, and Hammer because I felt you guys did such a nice job narrating that I would just be recapping and thats not necessary for anything but combat updates so I didn't. Nice job on posts keep up the good posting. If you go out of the tavern to greet the undead host then roll initiative. Remember I've decided I'm to lazy to make rolls so you have to use the die roller at the inn and PM me the results. Also don't forget to add any init bonus you have.
Posted on 2009-12-15 at 05:33:02.
Edited on 2009-12-15 at 05:34:20 by Ion Kired
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Topic: a dying world
Subject: update and the beginnings of combat
“That sounds like a pleasant idea, however I am not inclined to join someone in an town I do not know in an inn I have never visited before. Might you offer me your name good sir and I shall offer you mine, and maybe the name of this lovely village and the beautiful inn you wish to share a drink with me in?” a smile was upon his light colored lips as every word slid like silk from his tongue and past his lips like a calm stream through a broken damn. The Avariel stood facing the armored speaker. The speaker smiled though his hands did not leave their resting place.
“My name is Kirregan. I am the protector of this village.” Kirregan bowed though not low enough that he had to take his eyes off Verridndan. “The village you have stumbled upon is the village of Krichton, and its inn is the Trotting Horse. Now will you share that drink with me?”
(assuming Verridndan says yes…If he doesn’t I’ll correct.)
Kirregan lets his hands fall from the hilt and standing a calculated five feet from the Avariel leads the way to the inn. As the journey continues it becomes obnoxiously obvious that he refuses to touch the winged elf. Upon entering the tavern Kirregan selects a table a little away from everyone. Since it is still early afternoon the tavern has the party hanging around the fireplace, a man huddled at a table as far from the fireplace as he could get (Hammer) and a Halfling staring at the door.
“Two ales barkeep.” Kirregan speaks the first words he said since the tense introductions and sits a his selected table. After a while the serving girl brings the ales making sure to walk closer to Kirregan than Verridndan.
“Here you are. Are you running a tab again?” The serving wench asks staring at the winged elf’s wings.
“Of course.” Kirregan replies, “Sit stranger so that we may discuss the nature of your curse.” Kirregan offers a chair. As the evening advances and the tavern fills Verridndan
Is met mostly with suspicion until after most patrons have an ale or two in them, at which point he becomes an object of curiosity for everyone but the bartender. The attention only being stolen from the winged elf when a man standing at 6'8" kicks in the door. His hair was a dark brown and obviously hadn't been cut in several months, it was draped in front of his face and went down to his shoulders in the back, he also had a short but messy beard covering a fair portion of his lower face. His eyes were barely visible beneath his hair. His clothes were made of bear hide and he carried a shield made of bones and wood on his back alongside an ordinary quarterstaff. The door flies back nailing one of the patrons in the head making him spin and fall to the ground. Not that Bravish notices in his hunger induced state. It’s all his mental faculties can do to remind him of the proper etiquette when entering a food establishment and so instead of giving into the desire to just eat the first bi of food in his path Bravish strolls to the bar walking through anyone in his way.
"I would like some pork." Bravish announces slamming his fist into the counter. The barman just looks up from cleaning the glass he was working on.
“That’ll be one silver please.” The barman nods at the serving wench. “If you’ll have a seat it’ll be out in only a moment.” Upon a quick inspection of the room the only seat left was one by a hooded figure, a cleric as obvious from her holy symbol, and a Halfling.
Meanwhile in the graveyard he earth peeled back from its location. Hands sprouted like twisted plants and following them were heads and bodies. Twenty three graves undug themselves. Emerging from them where several bodies some still clinging to the flesh and muscle others not even bothering with that but instead simply raising the bones. Three of the bodies appeared stronger than the others and moved faster leading the undead army into town and towards warmth.
“Help! The dead have arisen! The town is under attack!“ A man burst into the tavern as Bravish received his meal. Kirregan immediately turned from his conversation and sprinted out the doors followed by two others.
Out side the tavern was a scene of chaos. Villagers raced before an undead force some tripping their neighbors and others simply too slow to out run the lead undead. Blood dripped from the abominations’ mouths and hands. The three town defender’s raced to meet the undead onslaught with little hope of defeating them all.
Posted on 2009-12-15 at 05:09:43.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: I actually have class
Opera
The Rack or Chinese water torture?
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 23:25:55.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: can't decide which word to change
sleep
bahhp (it's the sound my blackjack makes when I hit someone)
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 23:24:43.
Edited on 2009-12-14 at 23:24:58 by Ion Kired
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: party
gala
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 23:23:33.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: shear becomes
sheer
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 20:12:48.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: black water rafting
it sounds like more fun
classical music or hip hop?
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 20:12:12.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: klsdj
monster
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 20:11:20.
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Topic: Interregnum: Q/A
Subject: Those of us on the ship
should play ping pong just to keep our reflexes sharp.
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 20:08:48.
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Topic: Gamer Stigma
Subject: Utah
I lived in Utah for a while and brought gaming to my neighborhood, the majority of them still won't talk to me.
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 20:07:17.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: adding the s again
spear
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 03:37:53.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: heh
idiot
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 03:37:25.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: apparently Grugg thinks pink animals are better than purple ponies
LAZERBEAMS hands down
Feed the Grugg or let Eol Facelick you?
Posted on 2009-12-14 at 03:37:03.
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