Topic: Happy *Facelick* Birthday!
Subject: !
We have a tradition in my family that the day after someone's birthday is their pinching day! No retaliation! (except maybe when that person's birthday comes around  )
*pinch!*
Posted on 2012-04-20 at 14:41:12.
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Topic: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Subject: fig newton of my imagination
I refuse the internet's reality and substitute it with one of my own.
It's an on-going, gorey battle.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 13:28:56.
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Topic: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Subject: *smacks forehead*
oooOOOOHHHHH. Yeah, I have heard that quite a bit from the guards ~ I figured that it had to be something else. I mean, it was a rather silly statement, that joke had to come from something a little bit more intelligent then that. ^_^
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 13:23:05.
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Topic: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Subject: you know
I still don't get that joke, even though it has been out for many months. Knee? It just sounds painful to me.
"That really huuurts! Why would you do that to a person?"
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 13:02:27.
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Topic: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Subject: guess what I've been doing recently?
Things that playing Skyrim has taught me about my own adventuring style:
- If there is a book, I will pick it up, even if I have multiple copies of it.
- Lock picking is apparently much easier than previously anticipated, so it will be done frequently, and often times in plain view of others.
- Food is a life saver.
- When in doubt, shoot it with an arrow before it has a chance to speak.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 12:48:29.
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: secrets? We ain't got no stinkin' secrets!
o.O Guess I better get some! If it sounds like I'm all knowledgable and powerful when it comes to Sindarin, it's only because I have a mild passion for linguistics, so it only seems that way. I actually have no idea what I'm doing.
But I'm learning!
...
very...very...sloooooooowly.
*ka-huggle!* Thanks for the warm fuzzies!
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 12:38:40.
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Topic: Happy *Facelick* Birthday!
Subject: *boing....boing....*
*boing-ka-TACKUGGLE!*
Happy Birthday, Eol!
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 12:21:56.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: 2 pennies
My vote is to stay in the woods IF Arvin can use his Leomund's Hut spell. I would also like to leave a gold piece at the doll the next day if searching around thebase of the tree/the puppet proves an offering container of some type.
Also: does this mean that you will be updating Monday as well?
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 21:26:26.
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: Kriea!
Come and join my game! We'd love to have you! I'll be sure to make the 20+ hour drive worth it! ^_^
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 18:25:50.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: oh yeah! uh-huh!
Lookin' good! Too bad Will's laid up aboard the ship. I would go and grab a certain halfling to continue to cause trouble for the Hawkes' and their mini street hold-up, but I know we need to get underway!
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 18:21:43.
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Topic: Ya know what we need?
Subject: whew!
Glad I wasn't the only one who saw millionare hobbits!
Let's do it, Admiral!
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 14:24:33.
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Topic: Guest Strip Floyd
Subject: hooray for guest strip!
hehe, nice job guys! 
and yeah, it does take longer than expected!
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 13:34:48.
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: follow up
Raise
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 13:17:45.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: must....contain...
...the excitement!
and that is perfect plan, Kriea! *grins*
Posted on 2012-04-16 at 13:58:39.
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Topic: Innmates Names in Elvish (Tengwar)
Subject: *squee!*
Love love love love LOOOOVE these!
Thanks for thinking of me, Kriea!
Posted on 2012-04-16 at 13:26:02.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: much enthusiasm!
The licking just isn't my style!
However, I will settle for this...
*boing boing boing ka-TACKUGGLE!*
Posted on 2012-04-13 at 23:17:56.
Edited on 2012-04-13 at 23:18:13 by Celeste
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Hooray! *happy dance for new players!*
Welcome and facelicks??
...alright, but you know you really are the best at the facelicking, Eol.
Here goes...
*sticks out tongue and inches closely to Jenna*
Hold still...
Posted on 2012-04-13 at 13:54:45.
Edited on 2012-04-13 at 13:55:54 by Celeste
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: awwww
Thanks, Kriea! *ka-huggles!*
So... got your tricorn and blunderbuss out of storage yet? Mayhaps revive yer little birdie and fill the grog bottle?
PS ~ My mum gave me the "Pirate Primer" for Christmas this year ~ I can't wait to cook up a few salty NPCs and bust out some of the colorful language in it!
Posted on 2012-04-13 at 13:29:39.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I have no qualms about it
I know I'm zombie food.
Posted on 2012-04-13 at 03:07:13.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: so... I updated...
Just finishing loose ends. A collaboration...with meself. I've had this mostly written up for a couple of months now. It was going to be between Lady D and I, but for the moment (at least, until she surfaces), I choose to NPC her character a little bit. Lyri can fade into the general crew background until she resurfaces again. ^_^
I have here DB's bio of Marlow ~ I'll be editing it *very little* (because, well, we all are jumping into another person's skin with characters anyway), and I'll be coming up with his brother's, Baudoin (I've renamed him from Alistair, since he hasn't made an appearance yet), bio.
Posted on 2012-04-13 at 02:43:25.
Edited on 2012-04-13 at 02:59:44 by Celeste
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Saercyn Willow ~ Two half elves walk into sick bay...
The three made their way down to the lower deck. They dodged the mainsail around the outside to reach the companyway without much trouble.
Derek waved from the quarterdeck, “Ye be in luck,” he said, leaning against the railing, “As such,Doc’s back, half glass er so.” Willow gave him the double thumbs up before descending behind Lyri.
Askurt left the two half elves at the bottom of the stairs, “I reckon yer elfy senses will getcha to the Doc no problem from here.” He turned towards the stairs again muttering something about Marlow, but Willow didn’t bother to listen. She knew what he was talking about, and it was a topic that no one spoke about, especially here. Baudoin, Marlow’s brother.
Marlow was found in the infirmary sorting through an assortment of new herbs and miscellaneous medical supplies. Fresh plants were already hanging from the rafters above, giving the room a sharp perfumed smell. It was apparent that he had just gotten back from his resupply into Freeport, as his bay was usually in neat order. A number of tins that were usually secured in trunks were scattered about his table, lids popped open to reveal various powders and dried items.
He looked up from his scrubbed wooden table and pushed his dreads away from his dark face. His voice was deep and mellow, and had a nearly mesmerizing quality to it, “Ah, I see ya been out wit the badness again.”
Willow grinned, “Just can’t helb myself sometimeth, Marlow. Badneth finds me occasionally.”
“Don’cha be sayin tha. Come yah, dear one, and I’ll be seein to ya nose.” The bard hopped up onto the small operating table as the doctor poured a honey colored liquor into a small mason jar. He handed it to her after sprinkling a few herbs into it.
“Drink,” he gently commanded. She knocked back the jar, and whiskey burned all the way down her throat to her stomach. An immediate heady feeling stole across her, numbing quite a bit of her pain. She gripped the edge of the table as to not fall forward with the sudden rush.
Marlow scrutinized her face, and put a massive hand behind her head. His breath smelled slightly of tobacco, and as he spoke his mouth showed a few yellow teeth missing from its depths, “Where be tha creation stepper Cap-tain of ours? I caenot imagine he’s gone and left hisself unmarked if ya be lookin like this, Will.”
His fingers gingerly touched the bridge of her nose as she replied, “Finishing busineth. Thingth were interrupted by some trumped ub –“ Marlow grabbed her nose suddenly and snapped it into place. Willow let out a yell of surprise and pain, and he gripped her shoulders as she pitched forward.
“Thar ya go,” he said to her, holding a clean rag up to her freshly bleeding nose, maintaining a grip on her with one massive paw, “Ya’ll be back to chanting afor ya see another sundown. Ya be more careful, Will. Trouble no set like rain.” Willow let out a noise that sounded like agreement.
“An who be this winjy lookin dawta wit the shiner?” he said, turning to face Lyri, “Come ‘ere an sit while Marlow takes a look at ya” The doctor swept a large hand towards his wooden table, indicating the low stool sitting beside it.
Lyri looked like she wanted to puff up at his words, but instead threw a look of confusion towards the bard, who was now clutching the fresh rag to her nose. Winjy lookin dawta? Her moment of hesitation was forgotten as Marlow took her head into his large hands. She involuntarily gasped as she took in the sheer size and exotic appearance of the man, from his bulging muscles and scars that crisscrossed his hands and bared arms, to his numerous dreaded locks that clinked softly with ceramic beads.
He looked closely at her black eye, and lightly touched the area around the immense bruise. Lyri winced slightly; Marlow turned his back on her and began pinching herbs into a mortar. His deep voice began to mutter unintelligibly as he added more ingredients, mixing them with a large pestle. He dumped the lot into a small jar containing some balm, and stirred it together.
Marlow gently dabbed the paste around Lyri’s eye, and then thrust the little jar into her hands,“Ya’ll be wanting to put tha i-shence on round ‘bout ya eye, seen? Two, three times a day.”
He touched the bottom of her chin and added, “Come an see me three days past. Ya too, Will. Don’ ya be too ‘fraid of Marlow. Maybe then ya’ll tell me your name, and bly a wine for dis mon?” Marlow threw the young girl a large smile that reached his eyes, and winked roguishly. His massive hands waved the two of them out of the infirmary.
Lyri looked at Will as they climbed the stairs once more, “He’s...”
“Huge,” Willow supplied. Lyri nodded.
“And he speaks...”
“Strangely,” Will responded. She still sounded stuffed up, but her speech was quite a bit clearer, “You get used to it. He called you skinny, but damned if I know what he was asking you to do in three days,” Lyri frowned at these words and Willow added, “I wouldn’t worry about it. Marlow’s a pretty nice guy. I’m gonna go lay down. Talk to either the Cook or Halfpenny for duty assignment. Personally, I’d talk to Cookie, especially with your background.”
Posted on 2012-04-13 at 02:28:06.
Edited on 2012-04-13 at 13:09:23 by Celeste
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: aye!
Will on deck!
and I'd be happy to play Marlow as well! I'm grooving on that jamacian accent of his.
Posted on 2012-04-12 at 15:15:15.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: nom!
nom nom nom nom!
Posted on 2012-04-12 at 13:32:05.
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: yeah
we're pretty fond of him too.
Posted on 2012-04-11 at 17:51:09.
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Topic: Joining the Inn
Subject: hooray!
Welcome to the Inn! Looks like you've found the right place, Kamina!
Consequently, how did you find us initially?
Posted on 2012-04-11 at 14:07:18.
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