Topic: LOL's in the news!
Subject: LOL's in the news!
Road project delayed due to concern for elves.
http://globalnews.ca/news/1045807/concern-for-elves-holds-up-road-project-in-iceland/
idk weather to laugh or just think them silly, for their fuzzy logic makes sense in a strange way
Posted on 2013-12-22 at 23:28:01.
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Topic: Laptop Died
Subject: sad when things break
maybe Santa will bring you a new one?
Posted on 2013-12-22 at 23:01:43.
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Topic: Interested in Redwall / Mistmantle -esque game with an
Subject: <3
so awesome! i'm exuberantly happy with what u have for my char sheet!
Posted on 2013-12-20 at 05:12:37.
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Topic: Interested in Redwall / Mistmantle -esque game with an
Subject: pecking out a critter
i'm working on a character to... maybe finding the red wall animation to watch lol
Posted on 2013-12-19 at 15:55:55.
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Topic: 1000 POSTS ~ LIKE A POP SONG THAT JUST WON'T GO AWAY!
Subject: GRATS!!
congrats ^_^~!
Posted on 2013-12-04 at 05:06:34.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: tales of wonder... and drink
"drink!" Abby called out.
"dance!" said Libby, the girls turned to one another and stuck their tongues out and then giggled hysterically. Tyr smiled.
"well Abby order our drinks, and Libby comes with me." Tyr said with a saucy wink at both the girls as Libby pulled him to the dance floor as the band began to play the Virginia reel. Lizzy laughed as Try spun her around the dance floor with a grace that seemed out of place with his behemoth stature, but made blatant his warrior prowace. Libby squealed as Tyr all but tossed her in the air and caught her again with a deep bravado laugh.
"go with em, boy. Don' fight em, but keep yer' pride and wits 'bout ya." my Uncle pushed be towards a Aquilonian general. I had been but six and my father had died that spring in a border skermish with the fledgling empire to the south. I was in senced a hostage but being the fith decendant of the first great barbarian king i was raised as nobility.
Libby all but panted for breath leaning against Try as they sat at the table Abby poured them each a drink.
"if you drink as well as you dance, Tyr. we may both be in trouble." giggled Abby. Tyr grinned and with a swig of ale and a saucy wink he all but purred.
"you were both in trouble the moment i set eyes on you." he smirked and pinched Libby's back side. "the only diffrence is how deep in trouble are you going to be tonight." he grinned and poured them all another drink, as the girls broke into a tizzy of giggles. several cups into the night Libby pouted.
"you much have traveled lots, tell us a story of one of your adventures." she said slurring slightly and leaning over his left arm playing with the fabric of the front of his shirt.
Tyr grinned and obliged them.
"i was with a small garrison sent on an envoy mission protecting an emissary sent to the king of Miletus."Tyr continued on pausing only for drink and when the girls interrupted him. he told them of statures of feral human cat statues that were sever times his height and he even with his great height did not come to the tops of its paws. and of monsters which the king kept in his menagerie. a 40 foot dragon that could swallow a man whole. large striped jungle cats which strolled the palace like house cats. and cities in the middle of the desert with gardens of fruit trees and a giant walled city who's blue walls made of stone which shone in the desert sun like crystal.
"lies!" cried Abby, as Tyr laughed. Libby who all but had fallen asleep came awake as Tyr's chest jostled her. Tyr frowned as he looked down at the girl, she looked rather peeked.
"i don't feel so good, Abby..."Libby lurched to her feet and nearly toppled over with a loud gag. Abby jumped to her feet to help her sister and found herself on unsteady legs as well.
"lets get you some air." Abby intoned as the both leaned on one another and quickly made their way to the door. Tyr cringed as a loud wrenching noise could be heard clearly from the open door. with a frown he made a mental note to watch where he stepped when he left. the ale had made him light headed but not enough to make him tipsy as it had the girls, he stood and moved closer to the fireplace and stretched our languidly in a chair ordering a double shot of Scotch. he chuckled at his loss of the buxom laddies, at least the food and booze had been good, and the girls had wiled away most of the night keeping them entertained. Tyr sighed even great beasts miss their mark on occasion.
(O.C.C sorry its so long i spent most of the night last night thinking of this...  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1_W4519juY <-- celtic reel music)
Posted on 2013-11-23 at 00:27:27.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: whats in a name...
ugg i hate picking names for characters  so its Tyr for now. i may change it if i can find something more fitting.
Posted on 2013-11-20 at 08:01:07.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: shall we dance?
“Oi! Watch where you’re stumbling you Big Clumsy,…”finn stammered then paused. The barbarian growled slightly pausing only to offer a slight glare at the inebriated man. then continued on to the table with the girls. Smirking to himself he could all but picture the smaller mans awed reaction, in this land it had all but came to be a common yet still oddly comical reaction to seeing his frame.
"I'm Abby."
"I'm Libby." The girls prompted and held thier hands out.
"My dear ladies. my night has drastically improved." he leaned down and with mock flourish he bent and lightly grazed a kiss over both their knuckles. "My name is Tyr."
the band began to play Collin’s Jig, the brawny barbarian smirked. "shall we drink or shall we dance?" he questioned still leaning over slightly, holding both the girls hands.
Posted on 2013-11-20 at 07:57:30.
Edited on 2013-11-20 at 08:08:01 by Astrid
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: giggles...
its been awhile since ive heard Drasnia someone read the Belgariad? <3
i'm hopping my barbarian comes off a little connan-ish instad of foppish lol.
(i'm reading through the conan the barbarian series atm lawl)
Posted on 2013-11-19 at 00:24:23.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: food and a wandering eye
As the barbarian tucked into his third ale, ignoring the rucuss the young man drinking with the hooded mith'ganni was creating.
the sound of someone semi politely clearing their throat came from by his feet, the barbarian ignored it for a moment. as it grew blatantly louder the barbarian looked down to see what was making the commotion or was about to get sick on his boots. the well dressed gnome introduced himself and began to tell him of the reputation and deeds of the lout of a man who boisterously procured the next table.not wanting to stoop the barbarian picked up the gnome and sat him on the bar and bought him a drink.
{The gnome has very convincingly indicated to your barbarian that the auburn haired young man, wearing weather stained buckskins, drinking in the corner with the Mith’ganni Elf is to be watched.
Apparently he’s bragged about attacking several of your barbarian's people, ravaging one of the young women and despoiling the family’s property. He’s also been making disparaging comments about your barbarian’s ancestors and beliefs.
The gnome has overheard him drunkenly bragging to that elf that he’s planning on doing it again, soon.
The gnome is only telling your barbarian this because he feels indebted to your kind for saving him from certain death 5 winters ago and wants to make sure a true son of your people is aware that a blaggard of that nature is still drawing breath, unchallenged . The gnome just wouldn't feel right without telling you. He cautions you to be safe and take care for he looks dangerous.}
the barbarian looked over the man, he hardly looked the part, though. his Eire bristled over the gnomes story and only grew more irksome as the gnome's tale pressed on in detail.
half way through the gnomes tale the barbarians food showed and he tucked in heartily as the gnome continued. the food was excellent an he ate as if it was his last meal. the gnome jumped down from the bar taking his leave as the barbarian grunted and waved for another tankard of Captain’s Choice Red. belching loudly and wiping his grease and crumbed mouth on the back of his hand which in turn he wiped on his breaches he rose and taking an entire apple pie as if it were a fritter patisserie in one hand and a tankard of Captain’s Choice Red in the other he rose and stalked over to the table of ladies kicking the loud mans chair quite blatantly on the way past.
stuffing the pie in his mouth and draining half the ale he pulled a chair from the freed middle table and saddled up to the ladies table.
"And how dose such a splendid night have such beauties fiar?" he asked clucking his tongue with a sausey wink at the lass in the middle of the woman.
O.C.C. so the {}'d script is taken directly from Finn's PM.(i'm to dumb to wrap my head around remembering the html codding atm) *grinns * lets see where this goes... 
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 01:04:07.
Edited on 2013-11-18 at 01:08:51 by Astrid
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: oh me me!!
i'm still rearing to go! GO PROMETHEANS!!!
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 22:23:24.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: mixed messages....
The inn door hadn't completely swung shut as a large hulking frame of a man stepped through the door. A large barbarian entered, close to 7 feet in height and muscles bound to the point of impossibility. his long clean blond hair tied with a jeweled clasp betrayed the state of his clothes. He wore were only a threadbare simple linen tunic several sized seemingly to small him, his britches were a mired molted brown of mud and various other lesser known stains. his leather boots were wrapped and bound with leather up his calves over coarse leggings.
he moved to the bar sitting on a stool on the far side of the bar. the stool creaking under his weight, and a massive broad sword etched with rippling scroll work and runes scraped on the floor as he sat.
"what can i get ya' hon?" Maria questioned out of habit.
" ale." he paused as if thinking pursing his lips as he mulled over, with a grunt. " eh, and give me a mug of the captain's choice red and four plate of the kabobs and a pie." tossing several silvers and a gold on the table. "an start me a tab for the night"
He leaned on the bar heavily as Maria placed a the ale in front of him. he picked it up and drained in in one go wiping the rements from his mouth with he back of his hand.
"another while i wait, if you don't mind." he grinned at Maria cavalierly.
Posted on 2013-11-16 at 03:01:55.
Edited on 2013-11-16 at 03:02:44 by Astrid
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: kill it with fire!
out pops miley cyrus ( bubbles), lady gaga(butter cup), and Lindsey lohan(blossem) dressed as power puff girls.who procede to look for more mysterious Chemical X.
i put in a ball of xmas colored yarn, an gundum zero figureine, a d-20 die.
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 23:10:59.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: nerdy words
synergistically: pertaining to, characteristic of, or resembling synergist.
synergist: physiology, Medicine/Medical . a body organ, medicine, etc., that cooperates with another or others to produce or enhance an effect.
S ynchronization
Y outh
N ever
E volve
R egular
G astrnomical
I ntervoles
S ystomatically
T ermonating
I nternal
C hronological
A lgorythems
L apsing
L ocalization
Y awns
( youth who dont eat right dont sleep properly because of that yawn.)
Posted on 2013-09-12 at 02:44:17.
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Topic: Your Top Disney Movies?
Subject: awe
crunchin munchins in here somewhere...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liQT1ntAQBs
its in HD O_O!!
Posted on 2013-09-05 at 05:28:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Q&A
Subject: i'll be thier
i'll join. see where it ends up?
Posted on 2013-09-05 at 04:27:36.
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Topic: Your Top Disney Movies?
Subject: for fun
most of the movies i liked came out more when i was a teen, but this is my top five.
1. mulan (i'll make a man out of you...JK she'll kick our butts)
2. lion king (even playing songs in band couldnt kill <3 )
3. little mermaid (my fave from when i was a wee tyke)
4. tarzan (loin cloth anyone?)
5. black cauldron (gurrgy!!! *sobs*)
Posted on 2013-09-05 at 03:51:43.
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Topic: muse for writing?
Subject: muse for writing?
i've been wondering, i know dangerous. what do you listen to/use while writing? do you need silence to concentrate?
i've been using song tracks from two steps from hell or instrumentals ost. i love the epic gripping tones that wisk you along with your pen/keys.
skyworld from TSFH
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLR5APJwPaxYJb3TVwiIilySUkmv99joKP
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:10:30.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Canada!
Subject: canada day!
one day a year we show our patriotic colours off. it may not be perfect,but i'm glad to live in canada.
Posted on 2013-07-01 at 19:03:04.
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Topic: Flickerchat, flickerchat, go away!
Subject: sweet! implementation!
sounds wonderful!
Posted on 2013-05-16 at 22:09:15.
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Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: fill in the blanks?
Favorite show - historical documentaries, (from when i was a kid) gargoyles or digimon.
Favorite shoes - none i hate wearing socks or shoes
Favorite book - the first american series by william sarbande or anything by Brandon Sanderson.
Favorite sweet - toffee
what do I hope of becoming as in inn mate -to have fun and make friends, while i enjoy writing in a group setting.
motto- masks of reality and illusion, that which we wear and that which is preceived.
Most common class - fighter/warrior class
Favorite Time of Day to post - early evening /night
Tree - lillac (i know its technacally a bush but its kinda a tree (hee hee "u must bring me a shrubbery!"))
THIRD thing you do in the morning- logg on to my pc
favorite dragon- the ancient lore/wise dragon
married or single - single
favorite vacation destination - some where quite with trees and a well stocked fishing pond or lake.
favorite veggie - corn
favorite meat - beef jerky
favorite seafood - shrimp
favorite beverage - ice tea or A&W root beer
Favorite Bread: light rye or potato herb
Favorite Spell: Dragon slave (from the slayers anime) or fire ball ( good for getting rid of what needs to be gone.)
favorite hobby: knitting
greatest inspiration: my grandfather.
What do girls like guys giving them the most: security
What is your idea of success? : over coming your own personal barriers to the realization of that what truly makes your soul content.
If there's something in your life that gets f***** up, will it happen again? ugg, i still haven't recovered from the last two... >.>;;
Will there ever be another RDINN Get Together?: the thought is cool, but were online for a reason. the interconectivety of the interweb is amazing!
Is a full body scan REALLY necessary?: at airports NO. in medical situations? most would do better if they were used more often then other procedures.
Who put the Ram in the Rama –lama-ding-dong?: wikipedia ? ( The Edsels)
Flora or Fauna: MEGA Fauna (ice age monster FTW)
Why/how/when did you start gaming? got an nes for xmas and was hooked from their and dragged along with the technology boom.
My ?: if you had to choose a job from the past (before industrialized age) what would it be and why?
Posted on 2013-05-16 at 21:52:09.
Edited on 2013-05-16 at 21:53:25 by Astrid
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: just wondering
i was thinking,(i know that is scary and dangerous) but with the increased traffic influx to the inn. would it be worth wile to have a semi/permanent chat room open for people just to drop in and say hi/chat with inn mates or would something like that just be a waste of time?
Posted on 2013-05-15 at 20:57:49.
Edited on 2013-05-16 at 23:00:11 by Astrid
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Topic: Star Trek: the Cassius Incident
Subject: like leg-go on the floor.
Tasha woke up groggily, cotton mouthed and her head aching. staggering to her feet she stumbled to the on sweet bath. cussing as she stepped on a flux tube feeling the plastic and fiber snap under her foot, stumbling she banged her elbow on the desk. stifling a yelp she looked at her elbow which has swollen in her sleep and now shooting pain seared through it as she cradled her arm an fought to keep from crying. Steeling herself Tasha stood stiffly and finished the walk to the bathroom and awkwardly washing her face. struggling to pull her uniform on she managed the pants but had to suffice to pull the jacket over her shoulders her night shirt awkwardly tucked into the waist of her pants she headed back to the med deck. mentally trying to remember when she was scheduled for her next shift, she hopped that they'd have enough coverage.
Posted on 2013-04-24 at 01:41:19.
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Topic: The Untold Stories of Wyvern Inn
Subject: message in a bottle... an ale bottle.
we'll here is a start on two characters i've fleshed out in the last couple of days rp'ing on the chat. join if u feel the urge or just watch as it all spirals out of control. 
Aethrid sat taking stock of the pelts and furs he had procured over the last two seasons. he'd gotten word sent from the trade guild in Carthridge that the druid would be returning on the spring tides. though he did own the ship technically, he left the sailing and crew up to another. his percentage often went to cover the port taxes and fees though he knew if ever he needed funds the gold would be their. two seasons worth of pelts had all but filled the little cabin and storage shed, many ermine and fox pelts would fetch a fair price on the local markets in the next town but he knew that they would a crew much more on the trade ports in return for gold, silver and spices that he in return could bring back and make a ransom in coin. he had decided earlier this spring to take the local farm boy Rolland with him, the lad was making a go of the family farmstead but had make clear his heart was still set on raiding and a-Viking. which he had got the taste for last season coming home to the news of his late father’s passing. Aethrid sighed thinking of his own fathers passing several years before and what that had entailed for him and his sister Astrid. He sighed thinking quite proudly at how well Astrid had learned to traverse the courts and nobility. A world his temper had made sure he would never traverse with the silken ease she now graced. His thoughts turned to Sen, he smiled. she had begged him to take her a-Viking two years ago, he had only managed to argue her down to accompanying him to Taulbuilk to get supplies. She was to young, to hot headed and he reluctantly admitted to himself to sheltered to the world. here in the little town, though they fought and argued she was safe and their little life was stable. he doubted that once he announced his plans that it would stay that way for very long. Aethrid looked forward to the evenings spent drinking ale next the fire at the wyvern inn, he knew he often to drink to deeply of his cups and had a crewed quite the reputation for the local gruff drunk hermit. But he enjoyed the solitude it allowed him, and in turn Sen.
Astrid had been traveling from the northern court in Dun Farthing by request of her lord and close friend. She had sent word to Aethrid that he was to accompany her as well. but didn’t expect a response, Aethrid never wrote. He detested the world she revelled in. She had learned quickly after their father’s death that if she were to have any power perceived or not she would have to make an name for herself in the courts of the nobility. She missed her oaf of a brother and accepted and even yearned a little for the simplicity of life he chose to live. She pulled her traveling cloak about her in the carriage tucking and straightening her thick woollen and heavily embroidered traveling skirt. it looked almost drab compared to her gowns and dresses from court but they would never due to travel in. Astrid had packed ridding pants and several heavy sweaters for herself and tucked a couple in for Aethrid’s foster girl Sentrica. she figured that Sen would be more averse to wearing gowns then pants having lived most of the last few years with Aethrid but new clothes were always appreciated. Aethrid had no mind for dresses and carriages so Astrid surmised they would most likely be traveling to Carthridge on horse. she sighed relishing the relative comfort of the carriage, not that she detested ridding she could out ride most of the gentry but a week a horse would make anyone cringe. Astrid closed her eyes as the carriage lurched roughly down the furrow roadways trying to nap between bone jarring ruts, it would be dark by the time she finally reached the lovely comfort of the Wyvern inn.
Posted on 2013-04-22 at 01:40:25.
Edited on 2013-04-22 at 01:41:44 by Astrid
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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Q&A
Subject: not lost still ... sleeping
i haven't posted simply because idk what to do next. now that Celeste is back i'm hopping that she can give me an order and job and i can go from their or something of that nature? :-/
Posted on 2012-11-17 at 06:04:51.
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What game do you own the 
Return to Charadun - Q&A
The Morphing Game
Return to Charadun - Recr
