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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: ...
"Can I Pk you?"
Kimono couldn't contain herself at such a rediculous question and burst into laughter.
"Ser- seriously, did you just ask us if you could kill us? because I could have sworn *giggle* that's what you just asked."
Kimono whipped her scythe out from behind her and took a defensive tance.
"Because if you're serious, you're either the strongest most polite Pker I've ever met here or elsewhere, or you don't have a clue and if that's the case, you've got nothing but a world of pain ready to reward you for your efforts."
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 00:41:05.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Chumming with the chim chims
Kimono kicks the remaining mushroom and is rewarded with a health drink, just before a chime is heard. A single short note, A in C Major Kiku called it, she would have to see her piano later, but for now, she couldn't be bothered.
"Strange graphics last time, odd tones this time, we've got to be on to something here Kiku. Kursado, let's get going!"
(Ack we're the KKK group lol, for some reason that just struck me as really funny / wrong at the same time)
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 00:20:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A dangerous wager
Aelistae scooted forward, not intending to be rude in her dealings, but the urgency in which she desired the answers to her questions pushed her onward where she handed Firin his requested fee. He nodded gleefully, though his expressions were masked, and began to mentally impart the knowledge paid for in full, stopping occasionally to presumably speak to another customer.
”Nash Alexander Lambert, first-born son of Sir Alexander William Lambert paladin and Chaplain for the Knights of the Silver Chalice here in Tethyr, had followed in his father’s footsteps as quite the prodigal child. Every test, he passed, every pupil of his age or class he surpassed, and it was said that he was destined to become one of Tyr’s champions much like his father. Upon his seventeenth birthday he was induced into the Order as the youngest initiate ever to be granted this most prestigious honor. At twenty one, the Civil war hit, and much like the rest of the country the Order of the Silver Chalice was thrown into the throes of conflict and battle, their ranks being scattered across the land to dispatch evil where they may and bring peace once more to the kingdom to which they served.
It is said that Nash’s father had found clues to an artifact buried deep in the Omlarandin Mountains one that could supposedly vanquish evil in a single use of its mighty, holy power and set off to claim it in the name of the light. Nash, eager to be by his father’s side in this trying time raced after him, pushing himself nearly to the brink of exhaustion to cross Tethyr as quickly as possible to meet him. What he found when he got there however were Wyvern’s Displacer beasts and all manner of fell creature but he would not be halted. legend says he single handedly cut a swath of holy wrath through the denizens of darkness as he descended into the depths of the largely abandoned mountains, for the rare Omlar gems to which the mountain is accredited its name had run dry centuries before. Now this is where stories differ, but I shall share with you the truth as I know it to be.
It is said when Nash pushed to the deepest reaches of the mountain, he came across his father holding a black and red mirror, whose surface rippled like liquid silver within its strangely ornate frame. It is said that as Nash entered the cavern, his father held aloft the mirror and called forth its power to quell all who would stand against him and the order, and the mirror granted him his blessing, but not in a way he had anticipated. A being, an entity trapped within the mirror for centuries had been freed, and taken Sir Alexander as a host.
Nash, instantly knew that his father had been corrupted by some sort of fell entity tried to persuade him to seek help, and cast out the newfound power, but as we know well from histories especially one as long as your own my dear, power is a seductive lady. Refusing to give up this newfound power, it is said Nash and his own father came to blows, a battle which shook the very foundation of the mountain, until in the end, Nash struck down his father.
In his anguish, Nash swore revenge against the evil that had swarmed Tethyr, that had caused his father to venture to this place, and to the beast which had cost him his life. In a cruel twist of irony, that same beast, requiring a form to do it’s own tortured bidding left the still warm body of Sir Alexander and entered Nash, who it is said fought valiantly against the intrusions of the Vengeance Demon. But exhaustion from traveling and battle had wore heavy upon the knight, and his mind eventually gave way to the assault of the once imprisoned demon, who claimed the young and vibrant youth for her own.
Corrupted, and yet in an eternal struggle trapped in the prison without walls against his keeper, Nash, his morals and ideals taken to a level of zealotry and fanaticism left that mountain and reentered the war on a rampage, cutting down scores of enemies, and once allies alike that would get in his way from some personal goal not known by any. It is then that the church cast him out and the Cardinal was born. The rest as they say, is history.
Ah yes, but how to fix this little problem yes? Well, I happen to know the location of the very mirror which once imprisoned the vengeance demon within Nash. But I will warn you now to claim it will require the risking of far more than your purse my dear. For new residents have taken hold of the Omlar mountains, a group of fanatical cultists which give worship to the very demon which inhabits their leader…the Cardinal. One would have to acquire the mirror from deep within their grounds, and confront the Cardinal long enough to capture the vengeance demon within the mirror once more. Unfortunately, the only means of removing the demon from a host I fear, is to kill them…”
For a moment Firin imparts a feeling of sadness and concern, but then just as quickly his demeanor changes back into the optimistic merchant.
“…so you might want to stock up on some scrolls of raise dead yes yes!”
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 22:04:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: knowledge to ease the heart and soul
"This Cardinal, hunted by many, feared by even more, and yet you speak with the urgency and conviction of someone who does neither, perhaps contrary, holds compassion for the man?"
Firin, mid negotiations with others strokes his chin, though his bandaged fingers meet only bandages upon his face as well.
"Information is not free, but I will tell you this. I can answer you this, How he became what he is today, Where it is that he became it, and if I read your eyes correctly, most importantly, a possible way to free him from his curse, but I can tell you now my dear that each offering of information is more expensive than the last, with the first starting at 10 gold pieces, the second, 50, and the third, 100 gold pieces before I begin. I assure you however, my sources are the best there are, for they are checked by none other than myself for authenticity"
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 21:08:24.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A response to the drow
Even while he was speaking with others, the telepathic abilities of the halfling merchant enabled him to link his thoughts with Aelistae be she willing on a level that enabled simple communication, and nothing more.
" I deal in all manner of goods and services my dear, information is but one of them. And yes, everyone has heard of the Cardinal, though few would know the name of the man behind the beast. I have information regarding him, but what you wish to know will determine what price you may need to pay for such is the way of things, and in this particular case, the answers you seek required more than a minute abount of risk for my own well-being in acquiring."
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 20:33:26.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Questions and Answers.
As the group of potential customers flocked before Firin, his confidence bolstered with each step they took, and each question they would ask of him. To Dylan's inquiry he could only mentally project his answer with added enthusiasm in the form of flailing arms and mimicry.
"The civil war saw many things of beauty and worth reduced to rubble, and it is said this monastary was one of many such sites that bore the wrath of conflict upon its broad stone shoulders, but in the end could not weather the burdens of war and collapsed into ruin. Now obviously that's a broad analysis of the past events, but if it interests you I have available a telling of the war on account of a Captain Isaiah Marshal, who once stayed at this very monastary with his forces mid conflict. Perhaps it tickles your fancy?"
Firin turned to Aelistae and scratched his forehead, his fingers covered in dirty bandages in lifting a portion of his dep cowl revealed much of his face was bandaged as well aside from his two beady little eyes.
"Tricks? no tricks, only low low low discount prices and the best in customer service is what I offer yes yes!"
"Potions? Healing? Rations of course!" What healing do you need? Curatives, restoratives? ointments to give life back to the dead? I have them all and much more yes yes!" Rations? I have all manner of simple provisions, or magical suppliments and trinkets that render the need to eat unnecessary. Let's make a deal?"
(This is where he'll converse over pricing and what not, in the interest of saving a little time, in agreement of selling the trinkets and the artwork plus the staff, he has agreed to give you 4200gp for the lot)
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 17:56:23.
Edited on 2008-07-30 at 19:40:20 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Sorry ladies!
Silvara and Zorana, truely believing that the spectral entity, unseen but definately felt was some sort of a guide, or sign decided to follow the apparition as it weaved like a breeze through a newly opened door.
Cautious, not willing to accept the 'guidance' as a boon just yet, they followed, slowly opening the door and proceeding through it. There, before them in the room was a small antichamber, only about 10'x10' square, with walls lined in a chaulky white substance like talc, floors untravelled in ages, and a ceiling caked in a thick layer of dust and cobweb some 10' above. Across the room lay another door, which opened seemingly of its own accord once more, and so onwards, carefully tapping the floor ahead of them with the spear the women went.
Through this door they entered another hallway, which wound around to the left some 80' before ending in a door much different than the others. This barrier though exceedingly tarnished though not rusted seemed to be coated in a layer of gold, perhaps the entire door was solid gold. Through the dust and the webs could barely be seen etchings and carvings of the symbols of perhaps some religious importance; an open book, above it a candlestick leading to an open eye which gazed out at the women before it.
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 17:15:30.
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Topic: Mapping Programs
Subject: Dungenie
Is what I've used for quite awhile, with free additions weekly, and additional packs you can buy for anything from gothic to 3d isotropic views you can plan anything really. You can even swap to 3d mode and walk your own settings view monsters items traps etc etc, but prepare to pay for the premium additions.
Posted on 2008-07-29 at 21:31:09.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Firin's supplies
PM me things you want or ask them here and I'll update this list as to what he has if any, or the fee he'll charge to get them. Satisfaction guaranteed!
Standard Items:
(Any item in the phb, masterworked or regular up to a max of 3 of each minus ammunition)
(Any scroll in the DMG from 1st-3rd level level arcane or divine up to 3 of each)
Some questions answered pertaining to Affliction removal
3 remove disease potions
2 remove curse potions
2 remove disease scrolls
3 scrolls of remove curse
2 Belladonna sprigs (Fresh/ Magically preserved)
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:48:05.
Edited on 2008-07-28 at 19:07:22 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Lookin Good
Subject: Blue!
*Tackles and ties her to a barstool*
You're not aloud to leave like that again!
Welcome back!!
*Pulls knots a little tighter*
Now stay awhile why don't'cha
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:15:57.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Done
Wow, well that was 3 something pages long in word, and I'm happy with it despite being sick.. perhaps moreso because I'm sick lol, enjoy.
Brianna and Dm's update will come next
And for the record since I know it'll be asked
Neither Silvara nor Zorana can hear anything going on above ground
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:13:48.
Edited on 2008-07-28 at 18:14:21 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Moving on
It had been a trying night for them all. If it wasn’t a hard march across much unknown terrain, it was battling afflicted werewolves and heretical fanatics of Shar that would put a damper on their travel plans. The arrival of a stranger, Dylan Geiling had held both initial suspicion and then salvation for one of the member’s of the expedition. It had been decided that Bartholomew, the patron of voyage should be saved from the possible horrific end awaiting those possibly infected with the curse of lycanthropy.
Bart had originally thought to object, but the resolve of those around him would only see his refusal as insult to their character he feared, and so he graciously accepted the draught and swallowed the contents. The rest of the night was spent not in quiet contemplation or recuperation, but in song and dance remembering those who had been lost, and the making of new promises to keep their morals high, reunite with Elesia, and finish this quest.
The Moon hung high in the sky as Linnix took her first leap in the direction of faith and newfound purpose, giving herself freely to the dance as her fair skinned fingers entwined with Aelistae’s coal hued digits, and they danced the night away until exhaustion and sleep finally came.
Xaris, exhausted from his overexertion had passed out and would miss the spectacle that danced and sang around him, but in his own mind he was engaged in a vivid dream which held his mind in its powerful grasp. He was back home in the forest of his birth, his family and friends prancing and laughing about him, a much missed, almost forgotten sound to the forest-gnome given the truth of the matter. He stood there basking in the warmth of the sun as it penetrated the boughs of the canopy and bathed him in its glow. The bird’s were singing, the fauna unafraid of the forest-dwellers who shared their home, and respect for all it inhabitants.
Xaris let out a sigh of simple contentment, and those around him conversed with him as though it was years ago, before his transformation or the struggles and death that would soon come, and come it did. A gnome, Xaris’ second cousin came running through the foliage screaming a silent warning, and once more was struck down before Xaris’ eyes as a familiar fletched arrow protruded from his back as he was put face down in the dirt. In Xaris’ head the screams and sounds of terror and death resounded clearer and stronger than it had in many months. And in his mental reconstruction of the events he found himself replaying it exactly as it had happened so many times in his nightmares. First he tried to mount a counter offensive, but the Green Dragon Brigade was too many, too strong with their arrows of death. He heard their calls of quelling the goblin insurrection, he heard his own words of objection and warning fall on deaf ears, and as he cut a pair down, two more simply took their place, like a never ending stream of devils in metal armor and blades of death. Then, though he cried out as if to change the events of the past his feet were moving of their own accord, and he was fleeing like he had that fateful day so long ago.
Through the trees he ran, and the enemy gave pursuit relentlessly they chase him. Over roots and branches he ran, and over the same mound of dirt and leaves he went, his foot catching under an upturned root and down he went, in a tumble and a roll right down through the weakened earth of a series of tunnels his kin had built for extracting the fluids rich in nutrients from many of the tree roots which grew down through these tunnels, without ever marring the splendor and beauty of the surface structure. When successfully harvested, their druid would simply heal the tree, giving as much of herself as they had taken, and collapse that potion of the tunnel that the trees might continue to grow and build new root structure.
Now, the burrows and tunnels of their harvesting would prove a sanctuary for Xaris, as his position was hidden from view, and the pain in his injured leg would keep him from moving and being found. It would also see to it that he was as far as he could painfully remember, be the only one to survive that fateful day.
Hours passed in his dreamscape, and he painfully hauled himself from his hole, and when he returned to the village, only death and flame met his gaze. In that instant, what was left of the sweet harvester and hunter Xaris was replaced with something deeper, something greater. He turned his hatred and anger into fuel and energy, and with a roar that echoed through the scorched tree-line Xaris the barbarian hunter was born, running through the undergrowth in pursuit of one thing…. Revenge.
Day came, easily for some, not so much for others, but it came none-the-less, the warmth of the sun a welcome reprieve from the dark of night. Breakfast was made, but it was obvious that Bartholomew had switched into rationing what supplies he had left, as the untimely removal of Elesia had taken some 70% of their provisions. Morning meal consisted of fruit compotes and hard tack, water, and a thin slice of cheese for each. The lack of meat if disheartening was masked by those around, and the stench of burnt wolf and flesh still hung faintly in the air.
Camp was taken down, mounts mounted, with Dylan riding on the back of Tock’s wagon for the trip to the Shrine. Thankfully, there were no interruptions to their early morning ride, and shortly after Highsun the group entered a clearing bearing many years of neglect, and as the rubble strewn, and overgrown clearing became more noticeable, so too did their doubts of finding salvation.
As they neared however, it became apparent that a figure sat cross legged on a large stone slab atop two other diagonal slabs leaning against each other, sheltering a staircase leading down into the earth. The slabs both bore the marred and damaged markings of Deneir and Oghma etched into their stone surfaces.
“Welcome welcome!,” came a voice from the figure before them, a short fellow, smaller than even Xaris, draped in long ragged clothing that seemed a few sizes too large for his frame. It shoul be noted that the voice was not heard as though spoken, but resounded directly in the minds of those gathered through a form of telepathy. The man bore no distinguishable markings save for an ornate gold pendant around his neck with a small red stone embedded in its center.
“Greetings and well met travelers, for today is your lucky day! Tymora smile upon us all for crossing path’s here and now. I am Firin Ranklefoot, Merchant I said Merchant Extraordinaire!” With that, he stood atop the rocks, placing him head height of around 8’, and with a flourish and a flip of his wrists, his cloak was pulled open revealing pouches and potions, wands and trinkets of all kinds lining his cloak’s inside like some seedy timepiece dealer found in the back alley’s of larger cities. There was something different about this fellow though, and his words were spoken with a confidence that seemed to demand acceptance of his proclamation of greatness, and that simply no other term would do.
“Now my good men and women and … children with skin conditions what can I do for you hmm? Potions? Adventuring gear for tempting the temple danger’s below? Perhaps some sunscreen or ointment for the wee one so he doesn’t burn?”
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 18:12:16.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hey all
I've been pretty under the weather the pat three days. Mised work lat night, and was sent home from work the night before, but I'm feeling well enough I think to update sometime today so bare with me while I read and catch up.
Posted on 2008-07-28 at 16:51:46.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: A friendly Warning
As Kursado moves for the treasure chest, Kimono shouts a warning. "Beware of traps!"
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"Too late" she mutters, as he kicks the chest...
(Be back next week)
Posted on 2008-07-27 at 04:18:38.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: yall have till monday
Then I'll update and hopefully pending no conflict move you all collectively to the shrine.
For now presume Bart ha graciouly accepted and drank the potion, though no visible differences are noticable.
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 16:39:52.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: near and away (Be gone till monday)
With Kursado heading to the farthest goblin, it was only a matter of time of evading the spell circle long enough for her partner to interfere with the casting. Running in circles away from the caster, but lining her up with the nearer goblin as Kursado attacks the caster as soon as the spell circle is dismissed (Or she' hit anyways,) she attacks the closer goblin so it cannot mount an offensive.
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 16:35:26.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Last post for the week (Holidays)
Chris listened to Jonah speak about memories, and about details that to Chris at least even he hadn't fully come to understand and he figured the same was for the others.
Stepping back from everyone, and putting his back to the locker, he checks the clip/ chambers of the pistol for an ammo count before readying it once more.
"Listen man, if you know so much about us, than you probably know I'm a hell of a better shot than chicka here." With that he raised the gun toward's Jonah.
"And all I can say is who I was may not be important to you, and who we are may be damn well critical to our survival, but if YOU want to have a tomorrow to be anything other than a liquored-up doorstop of a corpse you need to quit the cat-and-mouse mind games and tell us what you know about this place, us, and what the hell you're going to do, or have us do to get out of here in one piece."
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 16:31:50.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Out for a spell
Summer's here and I'm gone for a bit, don't know how much time I'll have over the next week or so to post o here's a head's up. Thondrek will for all intents and purposes stick to the original plan though.
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 16:25:28.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Having recovered..
from the fireballs thank to Kiku' prompt Repth spell, Kimono toe her a "Thanks!" before regaining her composure and cutting a swath across the enemie with a mashing of the x button.
Posted on 2008-07-24 at 23:02:32.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: The element of surprise
Having not yet been spotted, Kimono tap the X button to fly in and start the combat wita surprise attack, trying to knock the goblin into a group and or each other, where she can charge her scythe for a vicious arc that cover a wider area, oping to hit them all at once.
Posted on 2008-07-24 at 03:52:19.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: gah!
I squeeze in a post in the midst of prepping for a wedding today and now I don't even know if it' valid lol... Oh well.
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 14:55:43.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Locker and gunshots!
Chris' attention had een divided between the locker' before him and the man with the knack for keeping information concealed behind a mak of liquor and gambling. He heard the exchange between Cindi and Hank, and had just turned to pose a question when Cindi fired point blank at Hank.
"Oh God!" Chris exclaimed, the gunshot awakening the military and law enforcement instincts within him. In a single stride he had crossed the ditance to him and Cindi, coming up from behind her his arms snaking around her to bend her gun toting arm back at an awkard angle fingers pressing into the pressure points between the thumb and pointer to loosen her grip, while his free hands thumb and forefinger digging into twin pressure points on her neck and shoulder blade to sent a wave of pain down her gun toting arm to force her disarming.
Once the gun was free from her grasp, he would swing her aside and claim the dangerous weapon for himelf, to keep it out of the hands of those whose rash decisions could put a bullet in the back of hi own skull were he not careful.
(I'm hoping the literal description of the visual makes sense but the tactic i tried and true I know, I've had SWAT do it to me in a simulated excercise while attending a Law/ Security course and it hurt like a MOFO lol)
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 13:56:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: PC health
All Pc' / NPC' are at full health from Bart's wand and Aelistae' last couple spells for the day.
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 13:40:00.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Let' go!
Kimono watched a the world before her went up in a shimmering light, and when her vision cleared, the Area before her loomed as Kiku explained the object for this particular mission objective.
"Sounds simple enough." Kimono said with a chagrin smirk. "Let's go!"
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 13:35:27.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: Sorry Glory
Major news sorta just confounded any hopes I have of posting today.
Just have him continue as I said to try and find a means into the Lockers while keeping an eye out on duncan's charrie out of suspicion.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 18:55:24.
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