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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: so quiet,,
been so long and still this game is on hold. 
Posted on 2012-06-21 at 20:16:51.
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Topic: New here
Subject: Welcome!
if you're looking for free-forms, you have come to a great place. just look in the recruitment part of the Forums and you're bound to find something, whether it's fantasy/sci-fi, look at a few and join in for some fun 
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May the Chaos Gods look onto you with favor [warhammer 40K ref.]
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 03:38:41.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: The HORROR!
oh noes!! 
Posted on 2011-08-20 at 03:19:45.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: Echo...echo
oh noes! the game has gone quiet! hope everyone's not too busy to get this game rolling again
Posted on 2011-08-18 at 23:19:42.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: THANK YOU (TuT)
Sweetness "Glove of Badassery"!! yes!
Posted on 2011-08-01 at 19:25:17.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: *Zelda Chest music*
Composing himself quickly in his attempt to save face, however his voice slightly trembles.
*cough* "s-See there was nothing to worry about it's just a simple chest that's all."
he gaze at the contents before putting on the glove. "well would you look at that, it fits me perfectly." he said flexing the his fingers within the gloves.
"I wonder what's in the other one? Yuphart why don't you open it?"
Posted on 2011-07-31 at 14:29:23.
Edited on 2011-07-31 at 22:42:59 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: "Question Mark?" MK II
halting suddenly (but keeping his position at the side of the chest), he turns his head to Ithassen:
"what are you talking about? It your idea in the first place."
though heeding the his words, Standgrid opens the chest a crack and hopes whatever traps he may have triggered would hit his new found allies first, hopefully giving him enough time to escape.
[author's note: srry guys gotta play it though even if it kills you (lawls)]
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 21:34:37.
Edited on 2011-07-31 at 04:36:08 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: with Caution
Seeing the small set of bones and the chests, Standgrid was suspicious of what they might hide.
Moving to the side of the chest, he cautiously open the first chest with his sword
Posted on 2011-07-30 at 17:11:27.
Edited on 2011-07-30 at 17:11:39 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: chests
I know you said the chests are closed but are they locked?
Posted on 2011-07-29 at 23:59:56.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: brb
I just recently came out of a minor surgery, so it'll take me a little bit to put my part in the game
Posted on 2011-07-29 at 01:56:34.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: "Question Mark?"
what?..
Posted on 2011-07-13 at 16:45:48.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: runrunrunrunRUN!
still nibbling on the trail ration in his mouth, He ran full speeds tailing behind the others.
"I know this isn't the best time for introduction, but my name is Standgrid. Thanks for the rations, I'll find a way to repay you later if we survive this."
Hearing Ithassen playing his Mandolin, Standgrid groaned loudly, as if getting crushed by the boulder isn't bad enough...
quickly Standgrid looks in the dim lighting for a hole in the wall to avoid the boulder
Posted on 2011-07-03 at 16:35:39.
Edited on 2011-07-12 at 12:48:07 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Game
Subject: Sudden Arrival
A flare filled his vision. His eyes burned even through shut eyes, his weight seems to be in flux trying to figure out whether his weight is there or not; suddenly with a ‘Slorp’ he found himself underground -at least that’s where he think he is due to the sudden approach of pure darkness-
As his eyes begin to adjust to the dark, Standgrid notices a light source and a faint silhouette holding it. Imminently he tried to draw his blue-tinted blade, Deadwinter, only to clumsy fall to the tough earth. he found himself without energy, moreover..quite hungry. he thought he heard the creature say something but no words reached his ears.
It seems that his head isn't doing so well which proved itself when the words escaped his mouth: "Do you have any food?"
Posted on 2011-06-28 at 18:45:29.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: AMV Check it out!
Just finished my AMV: "Warhammer AMV- Sail on (Masterplan)"
Check it out and tell me what you think about it 
here's the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxDmLGMMYdM
Posted on 2011-06-21 at 23:32:16.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft Q&A
Subject: what do i do
should I begin or wait for your call?
Posted on 2011-06-13 at 00:55:09.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft: Newbies welcome!
Subject: Here We Go
Name: Standgrid BlackBlood
Player: Imperial_Fire
Class: Warrior
Appearance: 5'7" regal-looking & young, but slightly pale & skinny. light scar on the lip, short matted brown hair, eyes of darkness that can pierce like blades.
dark steel light armor w/ gauntlet & leggings. dark heavy hooded cape
wields a blue-tinted sword dubbed "Dead Winter"
Posted on 2011-06-05 at 22:00:13.
Edited on 2011-06-05 at 22:05:29 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: loop
Granted, but you find yourself stuck in a paradox time loop
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I wish I had the latest Ipod
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 03:23:49.
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Topic: Orb of Cleft: Newbies welcome!
Subject: cool
oh you have my interest
Posted on 2011-06-02 at 03:40:09.
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Topic: Is it always like this?
Subject: Drying off
maybe people have been trying to dry off from Eol Fefalas constant licking
Posted on 2011-04-13 at 02:35:49.
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Topic: Safari Zone
Subject: Tultaur -
Tultaur made his way through the crowd, the square packed with the multitude of people. Thankfully his ‘affliction’ had been put at bay before he had arrived here; the thirst seems to get harder to control with each passing day.
Early, he had seen others signing the book: the old barkeep and a wolf, and the girl with hers.
‘Are the people planning to have a pack of wolves live here,’ he mused himself. A second glance at the crowd made him wonder why they haven’t just done this themselves, ‘Strong enough to complain, too weak to fight.’
Tultaur stood before the table, donned lightly in a chest piece, the dark blue shirt visible underneath. The gold wrist brace, given to him by his benefactor, was kept hidden within the armored gauntlet. He took the ink pen and signed his name upon the list. He left without a single word or glance.
(4 Hours before the council meeting)
The sun barely broke out, as Tultaur left to the outskirts of the small village. He was lightly dressed today, wearing his plate chest piece with a dark blue shirt underneath. Walking off the path, the grass was flatten beneath his leather boots. He wasn’t heading any where in particular but he needed to be away from the little village for the moment. He preferred to travel by himself; it reminded him of a time when he was hunting a bounty back in Bayris.
But now’s not the time for reminiscing about the past, there’s a deeper need to play out. Tultaur trudged through the woodwork. His breath became heavy.
His grip on FrostBane tightened.
Froth slowly bubbled at the corner of his snarling lips.
He hunched his body, and slowed when he saw what lay ahead.
Huddled together near a campfire, people garbled in leather armor, fur, and metal watch their meal cook on the spit, their weapons sheathed at their waist. They were arguing over the latest loot. People would call these men thieves, scum, and bandits. They were hardly of any value to Tultaur.
But one word found its way to Tultaur’s mind, voices not his own echoed within, his lip curled with recognition of the word, "Prey"
(Present)
Away from the crowd, he was alone with his thoughts. The first thing that came to mind is the current situation and anger at his own inactivity. Little has been done and the days are wasting away, something must be done or else Fahill is doomed before anything can be done. Without much forethought, he decided to follow the girl for now and learn what he can of her and hopefully get her to join his group.
Posted on 2011-04-05 at 01:35:46.
Edited on 2011-04-05 at 01:39:54 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Safari Zone
Subject: I have a job for you....
Having been allowed to take part in the journey, Tultaur was near the back of the crowd to watch the barkeep train, close enough to watch but not be seen. He found himself impressed with the half-elf’s ability to wield the twin scimitars with deadly grace, even the simplest of feat were a work of art. Within he can feel a bestial urge to battle the veteran barkeep. The feeling of blades flying through the air, and the battlefield drenched in the blood of his enemies leaving only the victor to walk away alive. He shook the monstrous thoughts from his head, he had to keep the bloodlust in check lest he plans on leveling the little village from the ground up.
His thoughts were interrupted, as a hunched figure approached him. He was dressed in a pitch black cloak, even his face was garbed with a black cloth. He spoke in a hushed aged voice,
"I have heard that you were in the village and have come to seek your assistance. Come with me so we may speak in private."
Tultaur walked with the clocked figure away from the crowd and training ground until they reached a secluded part of town. Tultaur kept a tight grip on Frostbane, in case the unknown figure poses a threat. "This better not be a waste of my time." "Oh no I assure you I shall make it worth your while."
"Now on to business, a magic artifact that was meant to be delivered to me by the swamp, unfortunately the carrier was dead when I arrived and the artifact was missing. The blood trails into the swamp, but I dare not venture into the swamp itself. The artifact is in a small red container branded with golden symbols, I need you to retrieve the item and return it to me at any cost."
The Figure held a small bag with a spidery hand to the hired weapon. Taltaur looked at the contents of the bag, pleased with the sum he stashed the bag into his pouch, "You’ll get the rest once the item is returned to me. I’ll be waiting over at that tree stump in three weeks from now. If I’m not there you are to place it on the tree trunk. You are NOT to open the case and NO ONE is to know of this," the figure said waving a withered finger in an attempt to threaten him.
"I also have something for you to assist you on your journey." he said pulling out from his cloak a gold wrist brace with a blood red gem on it.
“the brace will allow me to communicate with you and send a portion of my magic to help you.”
At this Tultaur just nodded, "Just make sure the money is ready when the item is delivered." with that he headed back towards the crowded part of Falhill.
If Tultaur had looked behind him, he would have seen the old wizard disappear, chuckling softly in the wind.
Posted on 2011-02-23 at 04:35:42.
Edited on 2011-03-26 at 20:09:52 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: Dynasty of Evil
Subject: Evil, with a Captial E!
It makes my spine tingle.
this is awesome stuff, hope to see more (and hopefully it gets more eviler >
Posted on 2011-02-10 at 01:08:58.
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Topic: Safari Zone
Subject: Tultaur - We have some work to do...
Seeing no bounties, which he shouldn’t expect much for a small village like Falhill, he could only sigh in disappointment. Only the poster on the board, other than the ones promoting businesses, is one with the troubles everyone’s talking about. Suddenly there was a commotion within the Slippery Rock. Tultaur training his ears towards the noise, he recognized the barkeeper’s voice.
“I will be joining the mission to save Falhill…it will always be my home…I will go in the morn’ to the council to ask that they sign my name for those interested in joining the hunt.”
The barkeep’s declaration was met with a roar of approval from the patrons. He was contemplating the situation, when two of the village guards walked towards him.
“Good Day Sir, what do you think of the situation? The Council seems to want answers yesterday, but hopefully things will work themselves out. Falhill is not ready for a war, let us hope it’s just bad luck keeping our food away,” said the first one, not noticing his partner shaking his head in disagreement.
“Not much to say, there’s a lot of things left unknown, but I don’t believe that’s coincidence. Nevertheless, I’ll take the job. As long as I get paid, I’ll care of any manner of being, beast, or demon that’s been causing this little problem.” with that, he left the guards to their rounds.
The night air felt heavy against his skin, despite being close to the ocean. Taltaur marched towards the stables, meeting up with his warhorse: Slayrage. The large black warhorse snorted a greeting towards his owner. Taltaur stroked the horse’s mane, and checked if he’s being well-fed and in good condition. Patting the horse one more time, he headed outside. He stared at the night sky, the stars serving as the light within the darkness; he placed two fingers in his mouth and blew a shrill whistle. A shriek answered from above, a large hawk circled the sky and repeated the cry once more, before landing on his master’s armored arm.
“It looks like we have some more work ahead of us Rorig” said Taltaur. The brown hawk chirped in response, before lifting itself back into the night air.
Taltaur watched as the large bird made its leave, before prepping his horse and thought of his plans, as he made his way toward the comfort of the Slippery Rock.
Posted on 2011-02-08 at 03:06:33.
Edited on 2011-02-08 at 12:58:59 by Imperial_Fire
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel
Subject: Jailer
I'm the Jailer that Takes away your stuff
Posted on 2011-02-07 at 15:17:58.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: pin cushion
pin cushion: fat nude man will hunt for 4EVER!
Eat Shit and Crap Thunder
or
be stuck in a room with a mad Wookie
Posted on 2011-02-05 at 20:00:26.
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