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Topic: Bromern Sal's Eldest son, I'm new to this site
Subject: wow
So many kids joining... it's like those popular movies that get a sequel titled 'next generation'. Let's just hope that you guys make for better entertainment 
and... I almost forgot: Welcome!
Posted on 2008-10-25 at 07:10:10.
Edited on 2008-10-25 at 07:10:31 by Almerin
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Topic: Been out for a bit
Subject: Indeed!
Get better, Sui! Perci will be waiting for you, when you're capable of directing her. 
Posted on 2008-10-25 at 07:07:09.
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Topic: Feeding The Undead Q/A
Subject: alright then
Lucas Vandervoort will return... the evil genius/mad professor in the making. 
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 15:55:39.
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Topic: Newest to the Site
Subject: yes
Welcome aboard!
And Valimar is only as evil as his imagination... wait... that doesn't prove anything.
Welcome anyway. If you want to find out how evil he can get: join his zombie game. 
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 15:52:14.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: guys
Yes, indeed, Great posts all around. Wyrmsting, I read your PM, and I agree with what you said there. I'm much privileged to have a group like you guys.
Now, flattery aside, I am aiming for an update each Saturday. But if everybody has posted early, I may be able to update sooner. But this doesn't mean I'm going to rush people, because they may have joined with the idea that it would be a once-a-week posting game (which was the idea). I'm as eager to move on as you all, but I can't promise more than once-a-week action.
And: I'm glad people have taken the time to do some reading on the Khordaldrum and the articles on the inn that relate to it. Good work.
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 15:49:00.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: hehe
wow, so Kurio has an alias? Interesting...
And Utan, it's fine if you, like, wait a day for others to post.
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 15:45:15.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: hehe
I'm very glad you think so Hammer. But now I'm afraid that what is to come will not live up to expectations 
(don't worry... it will  )
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 18:21:14.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: then it continues...
When Loco fist approached mother and child, he was regarded with an apprehensive stare. Grovarund’s mother shielded the child away from this well intended attention. But he bowed graciously before her, and as he did, the three braids in his beard became more apparent. This made her relax, or at least enough for him to attend to the child.
His methods raised some eyebrows amongst the spectators, but nobody could really argue the healthy benefits of ale, especially in their current mind-set of drowsy celebration. As the cleric treated the wounds one by one with the mystical moss and the Blue Cheer, the child’s cramped agony eased away. But while Grovarund became peaceful, the guests started to stir.
“Where’s Mugront? Mugront!” A woman yelled in sudden fright.
People started whispering. Whispers became a murmur and soon people were shouting.
“Avondel! Hukert! Riv! Where are the children?”
“Who has seen our youngest!”
“Khartok!”
“Wait, Glimmert said he was going to play outside with the others. They went into the mushroom forest. I have to go find him!”
A race began for the door. Khords pushed and shoved in panicked realization that they had not been watching their offspring. Tables were knocked aside, mugs of beer flew through the air. But this time there came no cheers and burps in answer. The room was a mass of shock, and seemed suddenly tight and too small to house so many people. The first parents reached the spiraling stairway, but were halted by a buff Khord in leather and chains, who carried a battle axe, which was no drawn.
“STOP!” he yelled over their heads and in their faces. “Stop this panic at once!”
“It’s not your son out there who is in danger!” Came an angry reply from within the masses.
“I know you want to save your children. But you are none of you equipped or sober enough to deal with whatever is endangering them. I will go and find your young ones. But I need a few brave souls to help me. If we all go, the chaos will work against us!”
“You’re full of crap, Thagovan! Let us by!” The mob was in no mood to listen
“But he is right! People! Listen to him!”
It was Jamdock Burrowfolk, the gemhound, who has spoken. Heads turned his way, but he did not flinch under the angry glances shot at him.
“You are all too drunk to deal with danger right now. We need order! I want all the parents who are missing a child to come to me. I will form groups to search the mushroom forest. Thagovan over there,” he indicated the buff warrior at the stairway, “will go ahead with a group of strong men. The rest of you, come to me, and we will sort things out as fast as possible.”
His voice had a calming effect on the crowd, and his words reduced their blind panic into a more sober eagerness to deal with things.
(OOC: Ok, guys. I hope you will all choose to go to Thagovan, so we can begin the bonding of the group. I don’t like dealing with people separating, to be honest. You can pick whatever reason to join him that suits your character best. )
Posted on 2008-10-19 at 12:06:22.
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Topic: Entertainment for geeks
Subject: wow
Dude... you're gruesome... I mean... well...
No, seriously... this is fun! Very good work, both of you!
Applauds on me
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 18:50:02.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: what'd he say?
Baldorf's attempt to stop the guests from crowding around the mother and child were first answered with questioning stares. People mumbled: "Did you understand what he said?" and "what's he talking about." But slowly, the meaning and truth in his words seeped into their skulls and they realized he was right. As unsure as Baldorf was of himself, his pressence was quite commanding and his voice evenly persuasive.
Soon, the ring of curiosity was pushed back, and there was room for a healer to step forward. But so far, nobody had hinted at having some kind of knowledge of treating the wounded.
Olegarn had inspected the child's injuries, and found acidic burns, and long cuts, like those of a blade. But the cuts were torn as well, so if they were made by a blade, it was a wicked and jagged one.
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 09:27:54.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: hoihoi
I'm going to wait with posting for a bit to give you all some time to state what you want to do. The vampires would rush in to assist Ocyari, but perhaps they will be blocked by some of you guys. In that case, they will not push themselves on you.
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 17:31:20.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: yes
that's true. Now smack yourself over the bottoms for posting under your brother's account again.
I'll change my post then.
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 17:27:19.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: and there we go
The party continued after the explosion. Why would it not. It was not the first time such a thing had happened at a wedding, and everybody knew that the festivities would not end for days. They hadn’t even sung the ballad of ‘Mine over Matter’ yet, which was a certain must. A bonding of man and woman was unofficially unofficial if that song had not been joined on at least one occasion during the weeks of celebration.
Most of the guests seemed to enjoy themselves. Every now and then people left to go do their shifts in the mines, but their place was always filled by a newcomer, or a returning partyguest. Others had the luxury of not having to go back to a job, having gotten the week off, or just choosing not to leave in knowledge of the work still being available on return.
The people that regarded Loco Fungihammer could not tell if he was having a good time, or if he was having a time at all. He seemed entertained, but his reactions weren’t always aimed at something that seemed to be going on at the wedding. Still, they dared not question him or laugh behind his back, out of respect for the braids in his beard. He had earned them, and for that they left him to himself.
Baldorf came back to the party shortly after he had left. He felt bad; for leaving, and for coming back. He was a Khord, but he sure as gold didn’t feel like one.
As he wanted to take a disgusted sip from his ale, a firm hand clapped his back. The drunken face of an old Khordaldrum miner curved its way around him and stopped one inch from his nose.
“Hey there… brrrrrrother. *hick*” The miners eyes twirled in their sockets as he tried to look to the side casually. “D’you want to try some of this ehm… *hick* chopped… dried.. seaweed? “
He held out a hand holding a crumbled bunch of dry tobacco-like twigs.
“Nah… d’you?”
Grothtorg in the meantime, had been tugged to the dance floor by a much younger lad, who was now nimbly hopping from one foot to the other, while paying more attention to the ranger’s owl than to the actual dance.
“What’s his name?” he asked while making a half twirl with outstretched arms. “And how did you get that braid?” He sank through his knees and jumped up like a spring. “And why aren't you wearing party clothes?”
Crulgrin was happily not the target of such interrogations. Clinging to the shadows, he tried to evade attention as much as possible. Suddenly, a very familiar face loomed up ahead. It was the gemhound, one eye searching, the other reflecting the glitter of lights around him, and he was coming straight for the bar. The gem smuggler had to think fast, or he would be caught.
Kharov sat sipping his freshly delivered ale. It was a still steaming mug of ‘Silver Dragon Smoke’, one of the most bitter beers available. A stool was pulled back next to him, and a heavily muscled Khord in leather armor hopped onto it.
“Hey, nice to meet you. Aren’t you a captain of the guard over at the Shard Tunnels?”(I’m assuming here, doesn’t have to be true) “My name’s Thunderbeard Brothstock, lieutenant at the Rivpax Shaft. I was thinking that you guys need all the good, able men you can get, right? I mean, it mustn’t be easy for you all down there, with all those gems disappearing lately. Can’t be good for business.”
He pointed over towards the dancefloor, where a battle-hardened Khord was dancing with a younger lad.
“See him? He’s one of those Cavers. Keeps to himself, but I’ve heard he’s one mean fight in ‘m. Why don’t you go over and ask him to join you? Just an advice that’s all.”
It was then that they all became aware of a silence that was spreading through the tavern. Khords were trying to glance over each other’s heads to get a glimpse of what was going on. Then the attention was caught by a very old Khordaldrum male, who was climbing a table with the help of his cane and four strong, sweating and fumbling cousins. When he finally found a stable spot he swung his cane overhead in a propelling motion. This raised cheers from everywhere across the room. Somebody yelled in a moment of silence: “Go Grandfather Mugtwister. You’ve still got it!” to which mostly everybody laughed.
Grandfather Mugtwister was one of the oldest Khords that still lived in the Orehand-clan, but known for his good temper and joy in life. He addressed the bride and groom:
“My dearest younglings; Kharox be blessed, how young you both are. When I was as young as you, I was twice your age!”
He coughed. “Well, Kret and Bef, I rejoice in the joining of the Orehand and the Shieldmaster clan, and believe that it could not have happened through a better couple. I’ve had no say in it, of course, an old pebble like me isn’t asked for an opinion anymore. But if I had been asked I would never have guessed the two of you fitted so well together. But at least now I can say that I knew Bef-Orehand… you get it? Haha. And Kret…”
His speech was rudely interrupted by the sound of heavy footfall on the stairway down into the Spores of Itanlok. All eyes went to the doorway, where a Khordaldrum male was standing, holding in his hands the limp form of a child. The face of the young one was bloody and bruised, and alongside its arms were acidic burn-marks. Something terrible had happened.
“Govarund!” yelled a female voice, and the child’s mother pushed herself through the crowd to grab her first born. With frightened eyes she beamed up at the newcomer. “What happened to him?”
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 13:12:38.
Edited on 2008-10-16 at 17:29:35 by Almerin
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: well
Apparently, Thondrek will not make his comeback. And what was to happen with the end of the Chakran game... who knows. It was really all up to the players. Were they to choose the path of light, or the darkness of a new evil god errupting? 
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 11:24:42.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: snapple
The machine eats the apple infused with tin. It doesn't believe in periodic tables and therefore doesn't laugh. In fact, it grimaces over the aftertaste of delusion, and is not pleased for some time. Then it burpes out a full copy of all the 46 volumes in the Encyclopedia Magnum.
I step aside for a second, then put in a Demonic Vending Machine. Let's see how it deals with itself!
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 21:33:56.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: I agree
Yes, we certainly have a great group of players. But the question is: Do I wait for Jozan to post?
I said I would update once a week, on Saturdays, but I have more time this week, and the rest has a post in already. I'll give him another night. Tomorrow I may have some time to update, and I will then. It will not be that much that he missed out on, besides a first introductionary post on his part. It's not that big of a deal yet.
And the first battle, if I make a big update once a week (which I will after this week is over), will be in about a week or 3, maybe sooner. Your sheet will also be done by then.
edit: AND: congratulations on 1000 posts, Hammer!
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 21:19:56.
Edited on 2008-10-15 at 21:20:47 by Almerin
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Topic: Kaelyn's Possible Down Time
Subject: hehe
Kaelyn's return would not mean you'd have to step down, Utan. You'd get to play alongside and kick buttocks....
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 13:48:58.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: ok then
I just read that Kaelyn isn't going to participate in this adventure, due to an overly crowded life. That means that the joining of Utan came at a very fortunate time.
His character sheet is up on the first page of the Q/A. I'll upload Eol's too. Gotta help Hammer finish his up as well, but I promise that will be done before the first battle starts. Until then, you don't really need it to RP.
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 10:31:01.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Possible Down Time
Subject: oh bah
That really stinks, Chris. I hope you'll get less swamped with work soon.
It's too bad we don't get to see Thondrek in action again. But if you're available later, there will always be a spot for you to return to.
Good luck with everything.
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 10:15:35.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: ah
Great links, Utan. I received your character, but have yet to review it. I'll do that later this evening, hopefully, with a little instruction on what I have in mind for your charry. Ok?
busy busy busy!
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 18:26:02.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: indeed
You've embarassed yourself enough, Utan.  ... not really. Your eagerness is going to earn you a spot in my game. Why would I deny somebody that really wants to play so much?
Give me the character sheet of your Wizard/loremaster, and you're a part of the game. BUT I'm going to ask you to wait with posting for a little bit. I have something in mind for you. Deal?
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 07:51:33.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: wow
indeed, and how is that ever going to turn into a group? That will be interesting.
Good post, Eol.
But-eh, did you mean Crulgrim works at the refinery? Because I just made something up for the groom to say. He could just as well misremember or something like that.
That goes for all of you, btw. I made up that Gboy's charry had a crush on Befilda long ago, but that was only how she perceived it, and not a fact. Perhaps I should be more clear on that point, next time.
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 23:38:08.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: more
The vampire stood up and smiled softly at Ocyari. Still, he eyed the others warily.
“No, you did not fall asleep.”
He seemed to search for words for a moment before continuing. “There is no way to say this besides a very blunt one. If you are the owner of that pendant on your neck, then you are the first born of our vampire Lord. Your mother left him years ago. She was a mortal human, afraid that his ways would affect you. She wanted a life for you without violence and midnight banquets. She ran away and came back a week later. She said she had tried to flee the city but that wolves had attacked her and killed you. The pendant that our Lord had given to you was lost.”
He eyes the child intensely, without emotions.
“Our Lord forgave your mother eventually, but she had become a lost soul. We still mourn the day that she flung herself into the Thunder River. We tried looking for you and the pendant, but we were looking outside the city. We should not have believed your mother. And then, years after we gave up hope, you come to us! One glimpse at the Sylph figurine was enough. It is meant to be!”
The vampire that was behind them, who had been soundbursted by Pao, added: “You must have many questions. We will answer all of them. But first we’ll take you to your father. He’ll be thrilled!”
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 21:39:41.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: cool
Nice, a Palindrome. Interesting.
Does that mean he thinks backwards too? Let's hope not!
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 20:18:13.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: did you expect this?
Ocyari was not scared in the least of this undead man who had grabbed her. Wasn’t that strange? Any child would’ve screamed, but not this brave little thief. In a fluent motion she pulled herself from under the arm, flipping backwards, so her knees came very close to hitting the vampire in the face. He evaded her legs, released Ocyari completely, and she was free. Quickly she rolled forward on the cobbled street and landed in between the rest of the group, who were already setting their attacks in motion.
Miran was first to react when the little girl had been grabbed. He drew his rapier, but decided to fling a spell first. Two bolts of energy shot from his hand, flying like arrows of energy into the vampire’s torso.
The undead, who had just released Ocyari was hit full in the chest. It stumbled backwards two steps, but took the pain without a sound or grimace.
Next was Pao. The cleric was more focused on keeping the other vampire at bay, and released a soundburst. For himself, the spell was no more than a ripple in the air, but to the vampire, who got the wave of sound in the face and whose ears were more sensitive than human’s, the burst was deafening. But it also took the pain without any display of grief or remorse. It strode on, but halted right outside the range of attack of the first party member.
Percifeer was always ready to use her spells, and this one would definitely give the vampire a nice surprise from the rear. But before she could start casting, the creature spoke.
“No! Understand that I meant no harm! I have seen what I needed to see. My apologies for scaring you, Princess.”
With that he knelt in front of the party, and placed one hand on his chest as he bowed. Bowed, before Ocyari.
The other vampire followed his chivalric display of service.
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 15:23:52.
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