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Topic: World Cup Finals
Subject: It will be a good game
I'm rooting for the ref.
Posted on 2010-07-08 at 05:00:15.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Odd
I made a post saying I'm really bored and still interested a while ago but it didn't go through?
Meh. Stupid script blocker.
Posted on 2010-06-13 at 16:01:21.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: The neverending post
That one seemed forever to write but I just didn't sit down and do it. Oh well, it is done.
Posted on 2010-05-04 at 21:06:16.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Get a frikkin' move on ah Say
Agrin looked up at the sound of the linen-wrapped packet landing lightly on the grass in front of him. His eyes stopped on the packet of rations for a moment before catching the Mith’Ganni staring at him. Instinctively, Agrin’s jaw tightened and his fingers turned white, at least, whiter than normal, while he gripped the edges of his leather pack. The pity in the man’s eyes was almost more than he could bear. But Agrin Stoneoath hadn’t been sent in the convoy to the lower lands because he was impatient or incorrigible. It was not a punishment as he had often thought of it since leaving the beautifully simple hold of Hamar under the mountains.
Agrin was considered accepting and diplomatic for a Krosan, which was a nice way of saying he did not often resort to cutting the toes off any tall-folk who looked at him. He was not incompetent and knew that this was a simple gesture for him to accept; it was necessary for him to continue to eat and if the Mith’Ganni wanted to give him a day’s worth then Agrin would not deny him. Charity was not unknown to Krosan, despite the belief outside of their mountains, and Agrin had given enough to know how hard it may be to accept.
So he gritted his teeth and, with a slight incline of his chin, acknowledged the ‘gift’ from the ranger. Agrin could still barely stand the sight of the creature but he would repay the debt. Perhaps he would use something other than a curse to call upon the ranger.
Agrin stuffed the packet into his pack and pulled out the already opened one to finish a meal of drying cheese and thick, unleven bread. His mind raced with thoughts about the coming tasks and arguments about going home alone today rather than remaining in this cursed forest any longer. Any logical trek towards a judgment of leaving always ignored the task he had been sent from his mountains and so were defeated before they even began. There was no way he could return without the cure for this witching disease and there was no possibility of coming across it on his own, especially while hunted by these backwards humans.
The crunch and rattle of armour in front of him startled Agrin from his thoughts and he jerked his chin up to meet the human, Rose.
“Good Krosan, I know not if you’ve the means, but I know your kind have the knowledge and skill in crafting weapons and armor, more so than I could likely learn in a lifetime. If you’d be willing and able to repair my armor, I’d be more than happy to try and pay you,” she said. Although Agrin could hear the effort in her voice, as if asking him for help was a difficult task, he thought she was sincere in her request. He reached forward and picked up the scaled mail tunic. There was a large dent and tear in the armor where she had taken a wound in the battle with the gnoll creatures. He would, normally, be able to repair such a break without much trouble. But here, with limited tools, it would be nigh impossible.
“Ye are a fair one, for a Syln, and I would be obliged to trade my skills fer yer coin or rations. ‘owever, despite yer thoughts o’ me, ah’m fair, too, and Ah cannae repair this here. Not without tools, anyways, and ah didn’t exactly think they’d be the best thing t’ bring on this little hike,” Agrin said in reply. He didn’t have much, besides what he now owed the elf, but he couldn’t promise something he couldn’t deliver.
“If tools arrive, or some other means by which ah can make this tear whole, ah will repair your mail for an appropriate amount o’ compensation,” he said, handing back the dented mail.
The paladin simply nodded and moved off to complete her morning rituals and so did Agrin. He thought he heard that fool elf pipe up about hunting down gnolls that remained in the area but from the sounds of things, the women of the group were for pushing forward and Eofara was the long supporter of remaining in the forest.
Agrin silently recalled some scriptures from the recesses of his memory to recite during their hike and shouldered his pack. Joseph, the woodsman, and his wolf lead the group as they crashed through the forest. Agrin knew that anyone seeking them would have little trouble in following the wide path they left. He would deal with that scenario when it came.
Four hours later and they faced the ruins of Gurit’Marnairan. Agrin’s sigh was the only outward indication of the disappointment he felt looking upon the great works of stonemasons that had fallen into such disrepair. Agrin took mental notes on the construction of the exterior. It was more Duskarn than anything, with a relatively low height.
The whole building was typically dwarven except for the carved spider covering the entrance. Spiders were normally creatures to be driven off by dwarven inhabitants. They multiplied too fast and the largest species could be hunting for small humanoids. Even the smaller kinds could be venomous, though this was more of a concern for softer skins.
Agrin ran his hands over the carving, inspecting it carefully. There were eight large holes that may once have held gems. Looters and thieves had long pried these loose. Agrin’s jaw tightened as he thought what the entrance may have once appeared to a strange company and how soft skins had come to steal the treasures of the masons who had created such a construct in perfect, if odd, harmony with the earth.
One socket, however, was different. It seemed to be a keyhole of some sort. It might disable some sort of trap or give indication of friendly patrons at the door.
Agrin turned back to the others to tell of what should be searched for nearby but they were engrossed in an argument about whether or not they should enter and if they should bar the doors to prevent pursuit.
“Ah do nae know why ye think so adamantly that we’re bein’ pursued at every turn, elf, but ah do nae see it bein so. We’d be easy pray fer any large party o’ the law and the gnolls that ye seem to want to touch an’ lick so badly would’ve caught us quicker than a boulder down a mountain if they’d so wished so stow yer trap fer a minnit,” he said, growing gruffer with every breath. “And ye, ninny. We be goin’ in the dark and ye can carry yer torches if it makes ye feel better. Stayin’ out ‘ere be ignorin’ the path set before us worse than goin’ in, so we go in. A spider on the door o’ a dwarf hold is odd but it don’t mean there be a million o’ the blasted creatures round the first corner.”
“This ‘ere looks t’ be a keyhole o’ some sort. There might be a keystone nearby that unlocks th’ door. We should find it an’ get inside afore the gnolls or the spiders come an’ get us fer bein’ pussyfoots aboot it.”
(Sorry for being like 4 weeks late. Exams and then I just plain forgot about it haha!)
Posted on 2010-05-04 at 21:05:32.
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Topic: small comic setback
Subject: Oh NOes!
That came from the Death Star! That thing is operational!
We have no choice, General Calrissian! Our Wacoms cannot repel fire of that magnitude!
Posted on 2010-05-04 at 20:08:38.
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Topic: Cool curses...
Subject: ahah
I can honestly say that when I clicked on this thread, I did not immediately think that we were actually discussing magical curses. Rather, I thought it was swears haha.
Posted on 2010-05-04 at 05:12:06.
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Topic: Skari-dono's coming back?
Subject: Wow
Congratulations! Are we invited? I like cake.
Posted on 2010-04-26 at 16:53:12.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: exams and all that jazz
I've got an essay and assignment due on Tuesday. I'll be getting a post in on Wednesday or Tues night.
JB
Posted on 2010-04-05 at 05:41:47.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: My post
Tek, I need a ruling on interracial interractions rule for Krosans. That's obviously between party members, too, but I don't know what that roll is going to be. I think I have like 2 (maybe 3?) checks that need to happen (one with Loki's character and one with Kaelyn's). If I don't need it for this then I'll write one up asap. Otherwise, PM me the results.
Thanks d00d.
Posted on 2010-03-20 at 19:22:38.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Spells Today
Spells Prepared:
Orisons -
Detect Magic
Create Water
Detect Poison
Lvl 1 -
Bless
Sanctuary
Magic Stone (D)
Posted on 2010-03-14 at 16:39:37.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Post 2! Back 2 Back, ALRIGHT!
Agrin's watch shift was uneventful, for which he was grateful. He felt much more comfortable sitting in the darkness away from small fire that the other watchman stoked. He hadn't even bothered to check who he was with. They wouldn't be able to spot danger coming in the night, anyways, with their feeble, light-hungry eyes. His were adapted to the darkness; the moonlight was different compared to the tunnels of the Deep but better than a cloudless day in these surface-lands.
The pocket-picker still hadn't shown her face. At least the most spineless of the surfacers hadn't ran away after she had been brought around. The hope that Agrin would escape the underhandedness of these men was still burning in his chest but it seemed dulled.
Agrin's thoughts wandered about as he shifted to the other side of the campsite to check, careful of averting his eyes from even the embers of the fire. They seemed as bright as a torch to his adjusted vision. The soft crunch of leaves beneath his feet reminded him all too much of how much he missed his home under the mountain. Even the companionship of the Hamarian envoy he had been sent with was enough to ward it off but now...
Agrin fell into reciting scripture, the first book of Golus in it's entirety, while he finished out the last hour of watch. His sleep was untroubled and as the sun peeked over the horizon, Agrin heard the shuffling of the others as camp broke. He scrubbed his hands through his beard and over his face and bald head. He was accustomed to being dirty and dusty; one could never keep a path in a cavern from being completely void of dust or sand or silt. But this dirt was different on the surface. There was much less stone in it. It made him feel unclean in a way he had never known.
Finished with his packing, Agrin sat on a bare patch of earth to do his daily exercise of prayer. An hour later, refreshed spiritually, Agrin pulled out the dwindling bag of food that he had been able to bring from his inn room. There wasn't much more than a day's worth of food left, even for a dwarf. He would have to find some other source very soon or be hungry. It wouldn't be the first time he had fasted but it would be the first he had been traveling and fighting while fasting.
His hunger sated for the time being, Agrin pulled his belongings together and joined the others in the center of camp.
"So the spineless Syln hasn't had the piss to come back?" He said, to no one in particular though his eyes landed on Igni the Duskarn longer than anyone else. "And ye, Woodsman, are ye going to stick around longer than a pebble in an avalanche? Damn, bloody surfacers can't seem to commit to a problem."
Posted on 2010-03-14 at 16:26:04.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Heh. I'm an asshole.
“Bloody, schweisschillen tick-lickers,” murmured Agrin as he gingerly inspected the minor cuts and a moved his body to feel where the bruises would eventually form if left alone. Fortunately, he didn’t have to leave them alone.
“’And from the Earth ye shall come, until ye return, to the embrace of the Stonefather’,” said Agrin, as he reached with his soul towards the deeps of the earth, towards where he sensed the source of power those of his church could access. Hamar granted him a miniscule portion of power but it was enough to cleanse his body of those wounds.
As Hamar felt the pain of his injuries melt away as a gentle heat washed over his body. A healing of Hamar always left him feeling like he had spent an hour sitting in a hot rock room in one of the carved out bathhouses near the cathedral of Hamar. The small rooms were constructed near veins of stone that conducted heat from deep underground. Agrin could smell a hint of baking granite as he remembered the few times he had had time to relax in one of the small chambers.
Instead, the sharp and unpleasant smell of human and gnoll blood stung his nostrils and his eyes narrowed as he witnessed the incompetence of the lesser races as they recovered from the short combat. One of the humans wailed over another that lay bleeding from chest wound. That one would perish without aid and Agrin, despite his prejudices, knew that even these softskins would be useful in the coming trials. He would have traded them all for a pair of Stoneoath sentries in a heartbeat but that wasn’t even close to being an option. At least the Duskarn, despite his insanity of dabbling in the arcane, had managed to hit the blasted creatures without getting cut.
As the others collected themselves, Agrin turned to a more gruesome task of dragging the bloodied and cooling gnoll corpses together; taking time to relieve them of their meager goods and coin, Agrin piled the bodies together forming a bloody mass of dead flesh off to the side near a small tree. Again, he wiped his hands on the clean grass, this time using a bit of water from his canteen to clean the blood and filth that wasn’t just intangible.
“There isn’t much here,” he said blandly. “I’ll hold onto the coin. Stonelighter, you take some of it, too. That way ye all can’t blame me when ye can’t hold onto yer own pursestrings. The rest, well, my life is better trusted to a dead stick.”
Posted on 2010-03-14 at 00:42:36.
Edited on 2010-03-14 at 07:01:29 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Also
I can't post w/o tread permissions.
Posted on 2010-03-13 at 03:52:34.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Tomorrow
Earlyish is def out of the picture with this Thermal Assignment.
Posted on 2010-03-13 at 02:12:11.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Right.
I'll get a post up once I'm done this assignment.
Posted on 2010-03-12 at 23:32:10.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Spells prep'd
Either you or Grugg know which spells he has prep'd or should I just go ahead and pick a bunch.
Posted on 2010-03-12 at 23:00:00.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Yea,
I'm all caught up now I think.
Posted on 2010-03-12 at 20:39:35.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Taking over Grugg
Well, for him. I'm stepping in for the time being.
P.S. I will need permissions.
P.P.S. Do you need a post from me before your update? I haven't read everything yet.
Posted on 2010-03-12 at 06:08:22.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Or a
Boggart.
Posted on 2010-03-07 at 02:12:20.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Post-Dated by:
The Jetsons
Posted on 2010-03-06 at 23:34:12.
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Topic: RDInnsider - The March Issue Is Here!
Subject: I dl'd it
I liked it too.
Posted on 2010-03-06 at 23:07:16.
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Topic: RDInnsider - The March Issue Is Here!
Subject: There are others (free ones)
If you just want to typeset publications, and you are comfortable with computer languages (like C/C++, PERL, Java, etc.), you should be able to learn/understand LaTeX. It is a typesetting compiler used in the sciences a lot but can be used for anything. Problem is that there is no real GUI that you can use to shift things around. It is all done by code. Sometimes images can be difficult to place exactly where YOU want them (the code has a mind of its own there).
But for text articles, it works great.
Posted on 2010-03-04 at 15:47:34.
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Topic: Like Metal? Check out My Band!
Subject: Totally does
Being from Poughkeepsie is like putting pink unicorns on your EP cover with rainbows and winged elephants of various colours everywhere.
Haha just kidding. But a frigid log cabin in the mountains of the NE is way more metal.
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 17:11:39.
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Topic: RDInnsider - The March Issue Is Here!
Subject: Careful in the Basement
Better suit up when you go get those archives. They're so old, there's a chance their packed with asbestos.
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 16:56:09.
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Topic: Like Metal? Check out My Band!
Subject: Cool, man
Hey man, nice to see it got off the ground. I can hear some of your influences in there for sure. Poughkeepsie doesn't sound like a very metal town to hail from though.
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 16:21:41.
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