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Topic: We will Always Remember
Subject: *fades in*
Yes, let us always remember.
I spent the weekend with friends. We hung out, went to a movie, to the mall... and nobody once mentioned 9/11, even the day of.... and thats....
... ok.
My friends and I had a debate a few months ago. A formal, class assigned debate. Was 9/11 a conspiracy. (No, i am not about to go over that here) By the time it was over, I was so desensitized to it, i was angry at myself. I still care about what happened, and like most of the others here, i will remember where i was forever. but to echo others, that doesnt mean i need it shoved down my throat. i am , and will always be appalled over what happened. but the media (for whatever reason you as an individual would like to believe, cuz im no conspiracy theorist) insists on forcing it on you... almost like they want you to feel guilty that you are still here and they arent.
anyway. thank you, tiamat, for posting this thread. its nice to have a place where i can just say hey, i will always remember.... and not have it turn into a shouting match (real life).
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Posted on 2011-09-12 at 18:17:53.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
I like the post Celeste.... Willow is quickly becoming my favorite character.
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Posted on 2011-09-08 at 16:10:12.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
love the artwork, Eol.... +1 per picture if they stay this good
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Posted on 2011-09-07 at 18:01:25.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
Sounds like they're all related to the tangle gnomes. You know how when you hook up your television and dvd/vcr/blue-ray player, or game system, and you have all the cords in nice, neat rows seperate? As soon as you have to go unhook something, you'll find them a gnarly, tangled mess.
They're also good at curling laptop cords inside the bag.
Or twisting headphone cords in your pocket so that you accidentally snap one side.
Stupid tangle gnomes....
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Posted on 2011-09-07 at 16:13:32.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
*yawn* still not awake.... how was anyone's long weekend?
also, like the new avi, tiamat
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Posted on 2011-09-06 at 17:56:05.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: *fades in*
By the way, i love the description of the battle so far... its a lot easier to get into character when you set the tone like that. my thanks.
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Posted on 2011-09-05 at 06:12:57.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Kiirnon Aldaloth
An arrow in. A shot to the kidney was always a fatal blow. Kiirnon was only mildly surprised to see the man on the left merely shudder before turning around. Of course he would have some sort of armor under his cloak. Probably studded leather, or possibly chain mail. He loosed another arrow as quick as he could. It landed a bit higher than he liked, but the result was the same: namely, the left man was now disarmed.
Kiirnon spent a fraction of a second debating with himself. Should he switch to the man on the right? If he could disarm them both, he would be at an extreme advantage while they tried to collect themselves.... He would have shaken his head if he had time, as he fired the third arrow. No. Better to concentrate on the first one, while he was still in pain over the first shots, and disoriented witht he loss of his sword. The mental aerobics distracted Kiirnon, and that third shot went both high and wide. Making a mental note to beat himself up later, he fired one last arrow at the man, and was rewarded with the sight of him falling, arrow buried deep in his chest, a little lower than the neck where he had been aiming.
Missing that third shot had cost him though. The man on the right had taken no pause as Kiirnon stuck arrow after arrow into his companion, closing the distance, sword already moving through the air, seeking a place in Kiirnon's skull. Kiirnon frantically backpedaled, attemting to twist out of the way at the same time. He accomplished dodgeing the sword, but only by tripping over one of the bodies he'd passed earlier. Idiot! Always mind the terrain!
The man thew a cruel grin down at what he assumed to be the elf's helpless form. And therein, Kiirnon hoped, would be his salvation. For down though he was, Kiirnon was far from helpless. He reached down to his thigh for the dagger he kept there, took deadly aim, and threw it swiftly at the man's throat.
(((OOC: Ok, this may not be the smartest thing I've ever done, but I consider it to be my best option. Kiirnon is going to assume the dagger doesn't hit, and, taking advantage of the distraction, he will attempt to kick the man's legs out from under him, and if he has good advantage, try and disarm him, and Take Him Alive. If he doesnt, he will simply try and stab him in the throat with an arrow. If that fails..... I'll come up with something else.
Posted on 2011-09-03 at 17:19:59.
Edited on 2011-09-03 at 17:22:55 by Chessicfayth
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: *fades in*
will attempt to have a post up by tomorrow night
Posted on 2011-09-02 at 20:10:47.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
Hey RDI, what's up today? We're all so very quiet.....
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Posted on 2011-09-02 at 17:13:26.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: *fades in*
i have a questions.
how far away is the man from me? The post makes it seem like he's very close... within arm's reach?
Also, what is the penalty for throwing a normal dagger?
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Posted on 2011-09-02 at 17:12:24.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Cast and Crew
Subject: Askurt Maast - Master Gunner
To say that the Dwarven society is based on rules is like saying pirates enjoy the occasional drink. That is, a profound understatement that doesn't come close to describing reality. Dwarves are born into rules. They live for rules. They die by the rules.
Nearly every dwarf ever born has lived this way, and never had cause to complain.
....And then there is Askurt Maast.
Readily apparent ever since he was young, he was different. As he grew to manhood he stayed that way. And while he never broke any of his clan's precious rules, he did the next worst thing: he questioned them.
This stemmed, perhaps, from a rule thrust upon him nearly at birth. He had been, as all dwarf males are, part of an arranged marriage.
Many humans will roll there eyes at this point, mumbling under their breath about the cliche of an unwanted arranged marriage, and the predictable drama that must have been this dwarf's life. Being shortsighted and judgemental as humans are wont to be, they fail to comprehend the difference between the arranged marriages of human nobility, and the arranged marriages that are, truthfully, at the very root of dwarven culture. To even talk about walking away from such a thing, is as taboo to the Dwarves as murder. Perhaps moreso.
But walk away he did. After spending some decades learning the ins and outs of cannonry (and indeed, contributing to some of the newer designs and innovations), he packed up his few belongings, and made for the nearest dock, setting sail before anyone could find him.
Unlike most dwarves, Askurt Maast could not abide by all these rules. A rule to sit down, a rule to stand up, a rule to eat, a rule to sleep.... the list went on and on. Askurt went of search in something that he could not name, but knew he needed.
He was to find it, some years later, in the town of Freeport.
A dwarven gun master was always in demand, but Askurt Maast found himself shipless. He had sailed with 7 captains to date, and found no ship to his taste. The cannons of his people were pieces of art. Tools of destruction, to be sure, but art nonetheless. And as an artist, Askurt was passionate in his views of how and when they should be used. Seven captains had disagreed with him. It was hard for a principled man to find work in a pirate port. Doubly so for a pricipled dwarf, who might have been seen as rebellious among his people, but amongs humans was nearly as steadfast and immovable as a reef.
He continued his trade, building and repairing cannons for those captains he deemed worthy, although neccessity had forced him, bit by bit, to lower his standards. He had given up hope of a seafaring life, and was considering returning to his people, ready to accept any punishment or ridcule they would mete him.
And then he met Jericho Hawkes.
A pirate in name only, a man guided by principles. Different than Askurt's, to be sure, but just as firm. He offered his services one last time, and Hawkes accepted. His expertise with cannons quickly had the crew trained to be one of the most quick and accurate... and deadly.... that sailed from Freeport.
And so it was that Askurt Maaast became a longstanding member of Jericho's crew. Although he took issue to the half-orc at first, he eventually grew to to trust him. Askurt would never be truly at ease around him, but he could at least respect Khash. He argued incessantly with Willow, to noone's surprise. The Dwarves' distaste for humans and elves was well known. However, as time passed there was less and less sting behind his words, and he now considers the young half-elf something of a kid sister, although he won't admit it to anyone, even himself.
Askurt Maaast found what he was looking for aboard the Smuggler's Moon, although he still couldn't quite put a name to it. A life of his own. A trade he enjoyed. Even a "family" he had chosen.
Askurt Maaast, though he didn't realize it, had found freedom.
Name:Askurt Maast
Age: 87
Appearance: A bit shorter than the average dwarf perhaps, but even stockier. His complexion was at one time light, but years on the sea have given him a deep tan, although not so deep as the rest of the crew. His hair is a dark brown, and his beard kept shorter than other dwarf's. No dwarf, after all, wants to experience a beard fire, and being the cannonmaster...
Distinguishing Marks: Discolorations and scars all over his hands, as well as an interetingly placed one on the tip of his nose. It is assumed they were garnered when Askurt was still a fresh hand before the cannon.
Attire: Askurt dresses the same every day: Plain gray shirt and dark trousers that disappear into his boots, which are black and of obviously dwarven make. Everything that he owns is faintly discolored with powderburns, except for the boots, which he keeps well in order.
Possessions: Other than the few clothes he keeps, Askurt owns a fine set of leather armor, which he carefully maintains so as to be presntable should the occasion call for it, although he only wears it on ship when about to engage in battle. He carries on him at all time twin hand axes, his weapon of choice not for thier lehtality, but for their utility outside of battle. He is often heard to say, "If something is only good for one thing, it is as good as useless, whether be it steel, man, or beast."
History: See above.
(((It should be noted that while none of Askurt's history is hidden or secret, its not known to anyone but himself, although the Captain and Willow may know bits.)))
Played by: Chessicfayth
Posted on 2011-09-02 at 00:43:04.
Edited on 2012-04-12 at 15:07:19 by Chessicfayth
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
How is everyone this morning?
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Posted on 2011-09-01 at 15:20:17.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
Well done.
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Posted on 2011-08-31 at 22:30:47.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
ok, this is a little ridiculous, but its what i pictured....
i totally can see the elven woman, and her outstretched hands cupped... and maybe from the tip of the bow, the moon hangs over them? as if she is about to catch it?
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Posted on 2011-08-31 at 22:16:35.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
idk about holding a crescent moon.. .it should definitely be worked in, but that just sounds.... awkward?
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Posted on 2011-08-31 at 22:02:19.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
Glad you like it.
*looks it over*
that came out a lot longer than i thought while i was writing it....
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Posted on 2011-08-31 at 21:40:19.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Askurt Maaast: A Bio
To say that the Dwarven society is based on rules is like saying pirates enjoy the occasional drink. That is, a profound understatement that doesn't come close to describing reality. Dwarves are born into rules. They live for rules. They die by the rules.
Nearly every dwarf ever born has lived this way, and never had cause to complain.
....And then there is Askurt Maast.
Readily apparent ever since he was young, he was different. As he grew to manhood he stayed that way. And while he never broke any of his clan's precious rules, he did the next worst thing: he questioned them.
This stemmed, perhaps, from a rule thrust upon him nearly at birth. He had been, as all dwarf males are, part of an arranged marriage.
Many humans will roll there eyes at this point, mumbling under their breath about the cliche of an unwanted arranged marriage, and the predictable drama that must have been this dwarf's life. Being shortsighted and judgemental as humans are wont to be, they fail to comprehend the difference between the arranged marriages of human nobility, and the arranged marriages that are, truthfully, at the very root of dwarven culture. To even talk about walking away from such a thing, is as taboo to the Dwarves as murder. Perhaps moreso.
But walk away he did. After spending some decades learning the ins and outs of cannonry (and indeed, contributing to some of the newer designs and innovations), he packed up his few belongings, and made for the nearest dock, setting sail before anyone could find him.
Unlike most dwarves, Askurt Maast could not abide by all these rules. A rule to sit down, a rule to stand up, a rule to eat, a rule to sleep.... the list went on and on. Askurt went of search in something that he could not name, but knew he needed.
He was to find it, some years later, in the town of Freeport.
A dwarven gun master was always in demand, but Askurt Maast found himself shipless. He had sailed with 7 captains to date, and found no ship to his taste. The cannons of his people were pieces of art. Tools of destruction, to be sure, but art nonetheless. And as an artist, Askurt was passionate in his views of how and when they should be used. Seven captains had disagreed with him. It was hard for a principled man to find work in a pirate port. Doubly so for a pricipled dwarf, who might have been seen as rebellious among his people, but amongs humans was nearly as steadfast and immovable as a reef.
He continued his trade, building and repairing cannons for those captains he deemed worthy, although neccessity had forced him, bit by bit, to lower his standards. He had given up hope of a seafaring life, and was considering returning to his people, ready to accept any punishment or ridcule they would mete him.
And then he met Jericho Hawkes.
A pirate in name only, a man guided by principles. Different than Askurt's, to be sure, but just as firm. He offered his services one last time, and Hawkes accepted. His expertise with cannons quickly had the crew trained to be one of the most quick and accurate... and deadly.... that sailed from Freeport.
And so it was that Askurt Maaast became a longstanding member of Jericho's crew. Although he took issue to the half-orc at first, he eventually grew to to trust him. Askurt would never be truly at ease around him, but he could at least respect Khash. He argued incessantly with Willow, to noone's surprise. The Dwarves' distaste for humans and elves was well known. However, as time passed there was less and less sting behind his words, and he now considers the young half-elf something of a kid sister, although he won't admit it to anyone, even himself.
Askurt Maaast found what he was looking for aboard the Smuggler's Moon, although he still couldn't quite put a name to it. A life of his own. A trade he enjoyed. Even a "family" he had chosen.
Askurt Maaast, though he didn't realize it, had found freedom.
(((subject to change as i get answers from the other players. It should be noted that while none of Askurt history is hidden or secret, its not known to anyone but himself, although the captain and willow may know bits.)))
(also edited for spelling)
Posted on 2011-08-31 at 18:59:18.
Edited on 2011-09-01 at 15:54:27 by Chessicfayth
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
I do hope everyone is ok Ody.
Hello Innmates. Rise and shine....
....could you shine a little brighter? Bit hard to read these posts in the dark....
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Posted on 2011-08-31 at 15:40:23.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
if only you were a Cheshire
*grins and fades out*
Posted on 2011-08-30 at 21:48:16.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *fades in*
*yawn* good morning
i shall return when i am awake
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Posted on 2011-08-30 at 16:21:30.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Queen Hugglepounce!
Subject: *fades in*
We'll hold it in the Lair. *snaps claws, and streamers fall from the ceiling, hanging themselves*
Happy B-day, Autumn.
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Posted on 2011-08-29 at 15:15:22.
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Topic: Safari Zone Q&A
Subject: *fades in*
forgive me. as cats are wont to do, i have changed my mind. i dont think im up to safari zone anymore. perhaps at a later date?
Posted on 2011-08-29 at 00:58:14.
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Topic: This is what happens....
Subject: and one more
Skye, the Moogle Queen - Planeswalker
Cost - 6 White
Starts with 3 Loyalty counters
+1 Loyalty counter - Add a 2/2 white Mog Knight token to your side of the field.
-5 Loyalty counters - Add 3/5 white Mog Mage token to your side of the field.
-10 Loyalty counters - Mog Storm - add 7 1/1 white Moogle tokens to your side of the field. They have shroud and are unblockable.
Posted on 2011-08-27 at 04:20:06.
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Topic: This is what happens....
Subject: oh yeah.... maybe i should post again
Eol's Spatula of Elvin Magic
Cost - One colorless, one blue/black
Can only be played when Eol Fefalas is on the field.
If Blue was used to pay this card's cost, target creature is 0/0 token with no creature type.
If Black was used to pay this card's cost, target creature is 3/6 changeling with lifelink
Le-ka-POOF!
Posted on 2011-08-27 at 04:06:28.
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Topic: Strange Thoughts
Subject: *fades in*
if he comes back, remember to tell him: Yes, its true. we're totally insane.
And we love it.
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Posted on 2011-08-27 at 03:22:40.
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