Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: asdf
Germany
*I DONT KNOW WHY*
Posted on 2010-02-28 at 14:50:41.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: HUJASDKPOSD
Assorted apologies.
Posted on 2010-02-24 at 03:00:01.
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Topic: Coming back?
Subject: SHOW YOUR ENTHUISASM
YEAH!
No seriously, missed you.
Posted on 2010-02-24 at 02:57:28.
Edited on 2010-02-24 at 02:59:35 by Grugg
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Topic: Loaded Dice #43: Of Plans and Bait...
Subject: Raaaagh
You're probably looking at a little bit of a delay there. IRL issues have held it up, hopefully we'll get an ETA for you and whatnot.
Posted on 2010-02-23 at 22:32:42.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Bah
It hasn't been a good week.
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 22:49:13.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Rather
I challenge your assertion while inviting you to read the glorious exposition merely above my previous post. Also bananas are delicious and I think I shall eat one. Dear Meri, Much Love, Love Grugg.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 02:02:33.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Reaaagh
I am back to enforce my "let us use this thread of intriguing random conversation and not "I WIN" posts". One liners are acceptable, if moderately frowned upon.
LET US BE GENTLEMEN (AND LADIES) OF REFINEMENT.
Posted on 2010-02-15 at 13:59:12.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Yes
Because of the Irish.
Where do the Irish live?
Posted on 2010-02-15 at 13:58:05.
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Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: REAAARGHLGBL
Favorite Show Growing Up: Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers MuthaF***as!
Favorite Shoes: Anything that can fit me, which usually means basketball shoes.
Favorite Book: I'm a Manatee by John Lithgow
Favorite Candy: I don't really eat candy but...Kit Kat bars?
What do I hope to get out of being an Innmate: Fed. Someday. Barring that, I'll settle for a good game with people I'd enjoy hanging out with.
Personal Motto/Guiding Thought In Life: I'm a Man, I can Change, If I have to. I Guess.
Most commonly played PC Class: Cleric or Barbarian. Raarghl!
Lose PC & Keep Gear or Keep PC & Lose Gear: Eh, I guess keep PC, because it would just seem weird to have a pile of gear.
Favorite ToD to Post: Evening, because I'm home.
Favorite Dragon: Uh...Red?
My Question: If you could be a tree, what kind of tree would you be?
Posted on 2010-02-15 at 13:56:24.
Edited on 2010-02-15 at 13:57:08 by Grugg
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Reh
Um...Im a cleric. Post tomorrow night.
(Don't get excited, not using a healing spell on that whiny whore  )
 I had commented on a supposed spelling error of 'whiny', but just looked it to be sure... and um... Grugg can be right although it can also be spelled with an 'e' included. Blasted english language, no wonder we can't write or speak it! I guess I'm just being a whiney something or other atm, however and will now leave Grugg's post alone.
-M.
Posted on 2010-02-15 at 02:27:56.
Edited on 2010-02-15 at 03:06:18 by Merideth
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Goddamn knolls beating the shiite out of me
I'll have a post over the weekend, took longer than expected.
Posted on 2010-02-13 at 13:18:08.
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Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: Reh
I should mention at this point I was a walking conduit for a lighting bolt and attempting to shoot thunder out the shark's anus.
My god what?
Posted on 2010-02-13 at 01:32:12.
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: Goddamnit
Im just shaking a fist because I clearly have no time for this.
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 12:18:01.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Raarraaghh
Was distracted by certain events over the weekend (WHO DAT!?) but will have a post up shortly. Mellow.
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 12:13:01.
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Topic: NFL Football 2009
Subject: I am really, really drunkas
WHO DAT
WHO DAT
SAINTS 31 17
OG GOD I I WAN TED THIS SO BAD
WHO DATASSASN
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 03:12:42.
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Topic: Reralae here! Hopefully...
Subject: Reaha
Was wondering where you'd been off to. Good to see you back here.
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 20:37:19.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Oh god my head is imploding
Agrin begrudgingly met the group just before daylight as had been the agreement. Though he could feel his hatred welling up inside him, he knew well that Hamar had provided this task to prove his devotion, and would survive this ordeal until he could safely return to his people wiser and equipped to take his place at the head of the community. A priest of the Earthern Father was nothing if not resilient. He would endure as the stone does, the mongrelkin he was forced to accompany could not change this.
The others wasted no time in introducing themselves, an indulgence Agrin refused to partake in. Barring his fellow dwarf Igni, there were none present of sufficient breed or devotion to deserve to be called the names their inbred parents had felt fit to hiss at them. He introduced himself gruffly to the Duskarn, being sure to remain out of earshot of the louder woman. She had already proven she had some training in mimicking the noble language of his people, though hearing her tongue flap in such blasphemous ways offended his very being. Perhaps she was trained a spy by her owner, meant to corrupt his kind away from their true devotion to the earth and its chosen people, whore that she was. He resolved to watch her movements carefully, lest she poison his food while his back was turned.
They headed out across the plains, Agrin cursing every step as the incessant sounds of human idleness filled the air. Agrin was quite sure he would rather place his ears against a millwheel than listen to her attempt at melody, Hamar fill her mouth with earth so that she may fall silent. It was not until they stopped briefly to eat that she was silenced, though the sounds of their chewing caused him to rest behind a knoll lest he find himself inclined to shatter their jaw and teach them anew how to properly eat.
”Not that it can be expected of these whore children to be taught proper manners.”, he thought to himself. ”It is a perhaps a miracle they can walk…”
The day continued on, and had the forest not finally come into sight on the horizon Agrin perhaps would have retraced his steps and condemned himself to hang rather than spend another waking moment in the company of the humans and the aggravatingly clingy woodfolk. After what seemed an eternity of piercing whistling they reached the entrance, and were confronted by yet another strange sight. The wolf was sitting idly, as if it had been waiting for them for days. Before anything could be done, it released a solitary howl, echoing into the distance. Agrin had no desire to die at the muzzle of this creature and its kin and was reaching for his shield when the shrill woman’s voice pierced his thoughts once more.
"Does anyone else find it strange that this pack creature sits in solitude, almost as a sentry? Perhaps this is a boon, a sign we near our destination; or perhaps a burden, should many more respond to the call."
Why she found reason to speak whenever air filled her lungs was beyond Agrin, he could only fathom it was used to draw attention to her, perhaps to draw in potential suitors to give her coin and bed for the night. Were she one of his kind Agrin would explain to her the error of her ways, but incestuous human as she was he would sooner explain scriptures to a feral minotaur. Hamar shield him in an earthern embrace that he not suffer her words any longer.
The Krosan had just brought his shield to bear when another appeared. The human looked much like the stories of his people told, dishevelled and filthy. He seemed apart from human society however, a trait Agrin could admire if the man were not himself one of their horrid breed. His presence here was unexpected however, and Agrin cringed as his “companions” instantly went into panic mode.
“Lower your shield Rose. We’ve fled Vyrrmas with a price on our heads, we seek a place to hide.”
Agrin shook his head in disbelief. The naiveté of the twig-ear should not have surprised him as much as it did. Were it not enough to reveal the bounty the human would reap were he to reveal their location, the fool had offered themselves at his mercy for shelter. Were his greed as great as humanity’s he would accept the foolish elf’s offer only to sell him out while he slept. So much for the perceived wisdom of the Mith’ganni.
The group’s banter went largely unheeded by Agrin, he had no interest in spending any longer than necessary in the topsiders’ company. If the wildman was not hostile to them then this encounter would need not last more than this brief exchange.
”Join me and we will sit as equals to discuss the road that has led us to each other.”
The sentence caused Agrin’s brow to furrow. Surely the fool elf or the sheepish woman would leap at the chance. He felt the need to object, to urge the group forward so he may complete this task before him, but he would remain silent this time. They had proved resistant to reason in almost all regards, and his unfortunate Duskarn companion would be dragged along with them, and Agrin had no desire to carry on alone, often as that thought crossed him mind.
His people and faith needed him alive, and heading out alone would surely be thoughtless. No, better to indulge the simpletons once, perhaps they would turn complacent and learn their place for the remainder of this endeavour when shown this once concession.
Agrin sincerely doubted that.
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 00:43:45.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Reaagh
I come home to post and a book has been written during the last 24 hours. Reading up to get something together.
EDIT: Salmon!
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 22:37:14.
Edited on 2010-02-03 at 00:44:21 by Grugg
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Reah
I just want to let you know I took the term "Storing them in hazardous areas" to mean something largely inappropriate.
I should have more time for better posts now, sorry about that.
EDIT: Just realised I didn't get you a list of prepared spells. Forthcoming in lieu of this possible combat situation.
Posted on 2010-01-29 at 23:46:50.
Edited on 2010-01-30 at 00:10:25 by Grugg
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Um
...does anyone here even know how this game is played?
<_<
Posted on 2010-01-28 at 03:02:32.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Reh
Actually I apparently said "In native tongue"
Which would in this case be Krosan anyway. But I assume it would be similiar enough for you to get the gist and respond in Duskarn.
I blame Loki who posts after me.
Posted on 2010-01-26 at 22:46:16.
Edited on 2010-01-26 at 22:49:12 by Grugg
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Grah
I was speaking in Krosan, I think I said Duskarn, edit that.
Posted on 2010-01-26 at 21:49:16.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: It's shit...but...its a post
Agrin sat silently as the rabble protested or accepted these new developments in turn. He had barely found reason to listen to the ensuing conversation, his thoughts unable to banish the bastardised pronunciation of the ruin from his mind.
I am to bring these mongrels into the halls of my ancestors to do the bidding of a foul-bred human.
The thought did not rest easy with him. He believed in his heart that the earth had plans for him, and surely would not wish of him dead, but would such guidance lead him to devalue the lands his people had long abandoned with the footprints of lesser races? His reverie was broken however, by the utterance of yet another abhorrent word from the endlessly gaping mouth of another ape.
…and good Dwarve's I know your kind are the masters of metallurgy and the combining of ore and mineral into unrivaled goods. I beg you all to look within, and let us be as one on this journey the fates have placed us on, stronger together than apart."
To speak to one such as he and his higher dwelling kin in the common tongue, using the surfacer term for their race, and from a female no less, this one needed to learn their place.
”Ye speak as though you have been shown of the Duskarn from one of your whore-child’s stories, harlot. We are not as your humans believe to be our purpose”, He spoke harshly in his native tongue.
He paused a moment, savouring the confused looks of those unfit to speak the Krosan dialect, learning it was beyond their capabilities no doubt. Satisfied their elusive host was not returning, he made his way from the building, the key tucked into his robes. He would see them in the morning, and move with haste to put this ordeal behind him, should the stone prove willing.
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 23:47:31.
Edited on 2010-01-26 at 21:48:33 by Grugg
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Reh
Sorry, I have a long weekend...it extends into Monday. Writing post.
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 22:18:13.
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Topic: NFL Football 2009
Subject: Reh
Saints vs Colts.
I don't think I could have asked for a better end to this season.
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 12:48:39.
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