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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: lots of stuff... taking lots of time
They were on the road and picking up speed.
Good. They were finally getting out of this dreaded forest. Vandervoort hated woods of any kind. Still, this one mission might’ve paid off. If it truly worked out, he would never think ill of forests again. He might even come back to the wilds of Herkimer if ever he got children.
Look kids, this is where daddy first learned about walking dead. You guys remember where to shoot them?
~In the head, in the head!~
That’s right, now here….
Vandervoort inspected private Waltkins, who proved to be one tough bastard.
Why don’t you just die? Vandervoort thought to himself. But he had to hold up the appearance of wanting to help the man. He looked at the other doctors. Carrell seemed to be in some kind of shock, but Mosher was doing fine under the circumstances. He might give some trouble if Vandervoort tried to stall the aiding of the wounded … scratch that… the infected private.
An idea began forming in Lucas Vandervoort’s mind. He looked at the private’s wounds once more, when the radio crackled.
“Vandervart! Give me the run down. Can you stop the bleeding until we get to a hospital?”
Lucas went over to the radio, and looked at private Clayton. buy yourself some time…
“Private, how does this thing work… can I just talk, or what. Hello? Johnson? It’s Vandervoort. Voort… not Vart… Is this thing working? Can he hear me?”
Think now… think!
“Johnson? The run down is this: private Waltkins is severely wounded. An artery has been damaged and he’s bleeding heavily. I need to cauterize, or he’ll die of blood loss. Doctor Mosher can assist me, I’m sure. Right, doctor?”
He looked at the doctor, hoping for a negative answer.
“Anyway… that’s the rundown. There’s not much more that I can say at this moment. I’d do a better job if this van wasn’t moving so fast though. I can’t really afford to miss a few times due to unexpected bumps in the road, you know? It’s not like I have something to sedate Waltkins with.”
I’m talking too much… it will become suspicious…
(Whatever the outcome of the conversation: ) Before returning to private Waltkins, Vandervoort bent forward between the driver and Mosher.
“Look, we have to strap Waltkins down. There is a big chance that he has been infected with whatever is causing this zombie-thing. And I’m sure you’ve all seen the movies, or at least heard what happens when people get bitten. They turn into zombies themselves. We have to strap him down, whether he survives or not; and frankly, the chances that he’ll die in a few minutes are rather big. And I don’t want him to suddenly jump me and start gnawing on my neck.”
He made sure to talk to Carrell the most. With some luck, the little prick would take his gun and help Waltkins out of his misery. But perhaps he was hoping too much.
He turned back to Waltkins.
“Son, we’re going to have to strap you down. It’s just for your own safety. This is going to hurt quite a bit, and we don’t need you to pull any sudden reflexes on us. Not while I have this hot equipment in my hand.”
Posted on 2008-12-07 at 21:44:24.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: ah
Well, I would recommend it to people. It's been a pleasure having Ocyari in my game. 
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 18:13:22.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: assuming time is over
This game is hereby closed. I've been waiting too long for people to post, we've lost too many players, and with them the proper backstory and momentum to continue.
I'm sorry to those who are still interested in this. You are very welcome to join me in my next venture, whenever it will start.
I really enjoyed this game all the way to the end, but we have to face the truth: it's not working.
I would give you the rest of the story, but frankly, there is none because this was so open a game. I can give you the facts though:
The Sebarter Family had hired one of the old orphans, Mills Zandergrek, to steal something from Councilor Velch's office. But actually, this was a cover up, because Mills' (or Camillian) first objective was to place something in the courthouse, namely the false documents that would give the Sebarters their desired rise to power. Mills was kept in a 'safehouse' (a prison), by the family, until everything had cleared. The Sebarters placed Mills' bracelet at the scene of the crime, so the orphanage would be blamed. If all eyes were on the robbery of Velch's statue, nobody would suspect the break-in be related to the documents.
These documents had been collected from outside Drefast by none other than Dorothy, who you've all met at the Freemen's Way inn.
How you would've figured out was up to you guys. 'Virgin' Stuart could've told you guys a lot of the story, since he was the one who hired Mills for the Sebarters. Basically, all in all, it would've taken a few more weeks before the story would've ended, if everybody had posted regularly.
The vampires was just another extra thing to spice up the story.
Another thing that would've happened was that Ormander would've probably died in some attack, and Pio would've taken over the orphanage as the new patron.
Too bad, but hopefully we'll all get together in something new. Thanks for your involvement.
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 15:16:18.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: done
I'm going to put this game on 'pause', for as long as I deem it necessary.
This really doesn't work. I've been waiting for people to post for two weeks now, and Gboy is the only one who came up with something. I know Real Life sucks, and therefore am not ending this game, where I should.
This game is hereby on hold, until I hear from the majority of people that they're able and willing to continue.
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 15:03:05.
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Topic: Scalded Hand
Subject: wow
That sucks pretty bad. I hope you'll be able to heal fast.
Where are the regenerative potions?!
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 16:35:31.
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Topic: Failure to thrive
Subject: coeliac
I had a kid in my class a few years ago, who was a coeliac. That was no easy feat, I can tell you. There is much more involved in living with that than just not eating certain things. But maybe there are degrees or something. I don't remember. But I sure hope that's not what's bothering Noah.
Maybe he just has fancy taste? Reincarnation of a famous chef, perhaps? Did you try feeding him lobstertongues dressed on a bed of strawberry freckles?
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 16:29:20.
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Topic: Failure to thrive
Subject: well
With knowledge and technology being as advanced as they are noadays, I'm sure Noah will be fine, whatever the outcome. Fine, of course, comes in different levels, but I mean that he will still grow up a happy child. What's more important.
For now, best of luck, and I hope you can leave hospital visits behind you as soon as possible.
Posted on 2008-12-03 at 15:06:35.
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Topic: I'm rather new
Subject: Utan is online?
Utan, in the words of mighty Alacrity: "Less talkie, more posty", or something like that. 
And Bezmir, welcome to the inn! Nice avatar.
Posted on 2008-12-01 at 21:34:59.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: hmmm
Saturday's here... only one post?
What's wrong, guys?
Posted on 2008-11-29 at 16:11:30.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: dudes
I'm back in the game guys. Vandervoort is ready to get famous!
Posted on 2008-11-28 at 18:54:21.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead
Subject: yep, he's back
The plan was quite simple. Vandervoort had never been so certain about anything in his life. The clawing hands and gaping mouths were terrifying, yes. The stench of rotten tissue had tied his stomach in a knot, and he was jumping from one leg onto the other with fearful anticipation, like a child needing to go the bathroom at the end of a dark, scary hallway. He was afraid one of the walking dead would breach the ring of soldiers that was surrounding him, to take hold of the hem of his jacket and drag him into the mass of claws and teeth.
But it didn’t happen, and Lucas reached the van without a scratch. Hastily he slammed the door behind him and reached for the keys. While the others hauled the wounded private into the back he turned the ignition. Headlights flipped on, revealing the true horror of the crowd of shambling undead. They were exactly like in the movies, only real. Staggering, limp sacks of human skin and bones; junkies to a previous existence with only one goal: getting a taste of life again.
Waiting impatiently for the hummer to take off, Vandervoort turned around. He needed the men in the back of the van to know that they had to strap their fellow soldier down tightly. He would tell them it was for safety measures, not to injure him during what was going to be a bumpy ride. The truth was that he feared… no… secretly hoped that private Waltkins would die from the injury and strain. If he died, likely infected with whatever disease these creatures passed, he would turn as well. And guess who would be ready to take sample after sample of valuable tissue?
(OOC: Don’t know what kind of van it is: one with just a window reaching to the back, or with an actual opening so that people can move into the back and vise versa.)
Vandervoort hadn’t thought beyond obtaining his specimen, hadn’t had time. But now his hopes were up that he would get out of this retarded forest expedition, he saw his future brighter than ever. Once they were out of the forest he would tell one of the privates to take the wheel, so that he could start his research in this mobile lab.
His life had never been better. Softly he started humming the tune that had been spooking his subconscious ever since they arrived in the woods.
”It’s the time, of the seeeeaaason for loooooving.”
Posted on 2008-11-28 at 18:53:25.
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Topic: Assistance with my essay for Performance Arts
Subject: well
Performance Arts can mean a lot of things. If I think of the movie Se7en, then Performance Arts involved something that I shouldn't type on this website.
But it can mean a lot more innocent entertainment. So please specify.
Posted on 2008-11-28 at 16:09:14.
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Topic: Who Watches The Watchmen?
Subject: Guys
I wish I had access to the graphic novels. But I know that I'll enjoy this movie.
And I love Muse in trailers. It's always good.
Posted on 2008-11-27 at 18:12:42.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: yes
I know how you feel Eol. Sometimes it's really hard to drag yourself to the computer to post. If such is the case, you really shouldn't even try. Post when you feel good, or leave me a message that you're unable to post. It's better to be straight about it.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 17:57:21.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: bleh
losing posts should be banned. There should be a safety built in somewhere on every computer in the world to save text put into rdinn text-boxes or something like that.
anyway... good to see you're involved still.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 17:51:25.
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Topic: Links! My kingdom for some links!
Subject: Indeed!
Yes, we need to be linked more, because we are one of the greatest communities concerning roleplaying games online (I have no idea what kind of other websites there are, but I still think we're one of the greatest  )
Please mind the advice given above: Don't spam. We know that WE don't like people just becoming a member to advertize their own website or business. Be sensable; it can't be stressed enough. We want to lure people in, not have them come to the Red Dragon Inn to tell us to please stop bothering them.
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 17:48:39.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: updated
Updated both the main thread and the map in the first page of the Q/A. The blue 'flames' are where you are standing right now.
As for Loco's sheet. I'll do that one later. Don't have much time right now.
Posted on 2008-11-22 at 16:57:29.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: following tracks
After a short moment of hesitation, Kharov’s brave example made others follow like sheep in a herd. Into the patch they went, feet stomping between mushrooms, knocking the smaller ones down or trampling them underfoot. They dove under stems as thick as their heads, dodging the caps and veils and leaping over puffballs. A mix of colours and forms flashed by, the majority brown, white and orange. But the adventurer’s focus was on what lay ahead. After a short distance, no more than sixty feet, they arrived on the other side, where another path opened up. It was wider than the one they had been on, and it was not hard to spot the source of the scream.
A few yards away lay the body of a female Khord. Some of them had seen her earlier that evening, carrying tankards of ale which she mostly consumed herself. She’d been a lighthearted woman, joking around and laughing, up to the point of annoyance sometimes. Now she lay on her back, eyes gazing at the far away ceiling of the cave. She might’ve just appeared awestruck by something, had her throat not supported a gaping hole. Flesh had been eaten away by a foul substance, much like in the horror stories young children told each other about the infamous Sour Breath beer. This particular ale was said to be so strong, that it would burn its way out of your throat. Of course, none such thing existed… at least not beer-wise. What this woman had encountered was not the effects of a tasty brew.
Two others of her search party were found a stone throw away. Their torches lay burnt at their sides, surrounded by the same dents in the earth as they had seen earlier. The bodies of these two men were cut up, and they had obviously succumbed to the blood loss and pain. The tracks that dotted the scene like a strewn flower on a baker’s counter went two ways. One set of tracks went south, while another went west.
Thagovan regarded the situation and ordered them all to hear him out.
“I will take a group and follow these tracks over here.” He indicated the trail leading west. “You, you, you and you; go with Grothtorg the tracker and follow the south lead.”
He indicated Olegarn, Baldorf, Kharov and Crulgrin.
“We’re all seasoned warriors, but be careful nonetheless. Give a shout when you find whatever has been murdering these poor people.”
He took his team and left without wasting any more time.
In the mean time, Loco had done his best to follow the tracks that lead away from the place where they had first heard the screams. They lead him eastward, into a rather lonely and eerie landscape. Fortunately, the cleric was used to keeping himself company. With his kind of active mind, he didn’t even know the meaning of the word boredom. The slick surfaces and erect forms around him brought him more comfort than disorientation, but this familiarity could also be dangerous.
The tracks followed a curve in the path that took him south and then back westward. He felt like he was going back the same direction. Ready for any kind of attack, the cleric paced forward. After fifteen minutes, the tracks disobeyed the path and went into the thick underbrush of mushrooms. Loco followed (I assume).
The other members of his searching party were also following tracks, and they as well had to leave the path after a few minutes and cross into the jungle of funguses. Keeping track of the trail was a lot more difficult now, but they managed, be it with a few misleading or old sideways.
They went deeper into the forest of mushrooms. A damp stench started forming in their noses, clinging to the moisture in the air and the stems and hoods of the shrooms around them. It seemed that the temperature was rising as well, as if the bunched up funguses were sweaty guests at a party themselves.
Then they suddenly halted. After passing a series of giant chanterelles they beheld a spectacular but disturbing sight. The tracks lead into a vast pool of blackish liquid. The pool was almost perfectly round, and bordered by thick patches of white and yellow mushrooms. There was no telling how deep it was.
In the middle of the pool rested a big boulder, and on top of it stood a single mushroom; a white stem as thick and as high as a tree, with a black top that leaked dark drops of sludge that fell into the pool below with thick thuds. The white stem looked shiny and slimy. On its surface hang the bodies of at least five Khords, two of which were children.
Towards the east side of the pool stood a lone figure staring up at the giant Phallus Impudicus. It was Loco FungiHammer.
Posted on 2008-11-22 at 16:55:36.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: what shall I say to you
As Ormander passed the cups of tea around, he stopped, and cocked an eyebrow.
"On another note... where is Ocyari? I didn't see her with the other children at the breakfast table. I assumed she was still here."
He looked around slowly, like a lion taking in its surroundings. Then he spotted her, in a dark corner of the room, between a cabinet and an old tapestry. She blended in so perfectly that a smile curled the old patron's lips.
"You can come out now, my little shadow. Pao has told me about the claim made by the vampires. I'm sure we'd better stay on good terms if we want to work that out, now don't we? Which doesn't mean I will forget that you stayed out against my will."
He continued passing out cups until everybody had one, including himself.
"Now, what do you think is wise? Do you want to meet this lord and find out if you could see him as your father? Or do you want to wait. He can't make you if you don't want to be at his side, you know."
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 18:41:58.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: here then
Posted an 'update'... not really that much of an update as well as something to get us going again. We need a plan on what to do now. Delivery? Other options?
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 13:15:39.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: the next morn
Drefast was slowly drenched in morning. The early rays of light washed darkness into long shadows, which in turn ebbed away with the rising of the sun.
In the orphanage, the children were awaking. Their crystal laughter and sounds new enthusiasm reached its way to the chapel of Falloes, where Ocyari had been brought. The adventurers, if not up already, woke one by one from the familiar footfall on the stairs. A moment later, a knock on the door sounded Ormander’s arrival.
The old patron of the orphanage was carrying a tray with a pot of tea, cups, and a few slices of bread. When he came in he looked around the room to see if all of them were there. Puzzled he asked: “The messenger from Ocyari’s father… where is he?”
Now they looked around the room to find that the vampire named Yothrick was indeed nowhere to be seen. Since nobody could answer him, Ormander placed the tray on the altar and started dividing tea over the cups he brought.
“Pao has told me everything that happened yesterday. At least, what he knew had happened. I have a feeling this Stuart fellow is just leading you guys on a path that will suit him. What can he know that will help us? But I hope I’m wrong, and it’s your only lead so far.”
He handed them all a cup and passed the tray with bread around.
“Well, I suppose you could try the courthouse again, once things have settled down a bit. I heard that an error had been found in the archives? The kids were buzzing about that all evening. Perhaps Councilor Velch can free up some time in his schedule to deal with you guys? I would go myself, but the man doesn’t want to meet me.”
(OOC: Just a little something to get us going again. It is morning, and everybody awakes, including Ocyari. What is done next is up to you guys.)
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 13:13:31.
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: yes
indeed. the millenium issue was just a digital one. This involves more than just computers or human influence.
I'm not saying that I think we should all be afraid... very afraid. I'm just asking for opinions.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 12:00:53.
Edited on 2008-11-21 at 12:01:47 by Almerin
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: yes
I will do what I can to put up his sheet finally. It's been long enough, and I've been slacking. I would update today, but I'm giving Eol the time to come up with something. I will post tomorrow, and I'll have Loco's sheet up by then as well.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 10:24:08.
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
I was wondering what the opinions are here concerning 2012, and the predictions that have been made relating to december of that year.
I think it's interesting: some ideas are completely fantastic (as in fantasy-like), while others are seriously scientific, with most of the predictions being some kind of mix of both.
No matter what is actually going to happen, what do you find appealing, scary or otherwise? Say it here!
If you don't know what I'm talking about: google "12 2012". I'm not going to explain it here, because that would just ruin it for you.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 10:14:19.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: oh my G
Yeah!!! We can rock again! finally!
Oh, and Utan: Pio didn't die. He got wounded really badly, but will survive.
What shall I do now... shall I update or wait for Sui and or Kuriosaki to post?
Posted on 2008-11-19 at 16:49:45.
Edited on 2008-11-19 at 18:06:26 by Almerin
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