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Topic: Why We Love to Hate Them: Episode 1- Bards
Subject: Epic indeed!
Metal Bards FTW!
Couldn't help but think of the old "El Kabong" episodes of "Quickdraw McGraw" while reading that. 
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 17:44:18.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Well, yeah!
Most definitely a fun encounter... and who knows what else might come out of it, yes? 
Edit: Also, just in case everyone isn't aware, Nyx is not of the winged Twilight Elf race as described in the "standard 3.5e" subspecies of elves. Rather, the Mith'ganni (most commonly refered to as Twilight Elves) are a race originally created by our illustrious Innmate Tek and modified by myself to fit into a world "outside" of the one Tek had them in. They're basically a very old and now very small race of nomadic elves with a society/culture not unlike that of the Plains Indians and Mongols. Kind of a dying race, really, and not often seen outside the bounds of their own lands... if anyone needs more info, just let me know and I'll point you in the right direction... AAAAAAAAnd, if you haven't yet seen him and are curious as to what Nyx looks like, you can find one of my better renditions here.
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 17:01:23.
Edited on 2013-11-18 at 17:38:52 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: And the game gets all the more interesting
As he took another mouthful of the mushroom stew and, then, lifted the goblet to wash the stew down, Nyx’s attention left the auburn-haired man just long enough for his gaze to complete a trained and discreet circuit around the room, taking note, once more, of the placement and potential of the Lute’s patronage. Little had yet changed at the tables save for the glances flicking his way, every once and again, from the middle table and the entrance of the tall, snow-mantled man…
A mana-slinger, no doubt, the Mith’ganni scowled inwardly, and blatantly obvious about it, yes? Whether that is a sign of power or st…
“Like Hell I can’t keep up!” the rapidly-inebriating round-ear bellowed, then, snatching the Mith’ganni’s attentions back to Finn just as the towering barbarian filled the doorway, “You just sit righ’there lil’ lor’ slope-ear and see how this is done.”
The goblet was returned to the table and the coldly-mirthful smile returned to the Twilighter’s lips as the buckskin bedecked man stomped toward his table. As one pallid hand lifted another bite of the stew to the Mith’ganni’s mouth, the other slipped inside his cloak and inconspicuously loosened a khukri in its sheath. With a clatter and thump, the bottle, the man, and his cup were simultaneously deposited, now, directly across the table from him…
“B’my count you’re…” The man paused, here, and seemed to overtax his mind in trying to calculate the number of drinks he had already consumed.
Nyx found the mental contortions that seeped from the human’s mind and onto his face a little more than humorous. “Three,” he murmured, pushing the stew aside, now, as his razor-lipped smile sharpened all the more and one black eyebrow arched in amusement.
“Three! You’re three behind me!” Finn finally reasoned out as Nyx’s considerations briefly turned toward the table in the middle of the room, again. “So you butter casch-up Bwahahahah!”
Nyx’s slender fingers drummed silently against the khukri’s hilt as he scrutinized the gnome and company and as Finn vigorously waved for the barmaid to bring a second cup while, at the same time, filling the cup he’d brought with him and pushing it across the table.
“Best get started horsey-britches,” the man goaded as three of his former table-mates rise and take their leave of the place, “It’s gonna be a loooooong night!”
“Hm,” Nyx grinned, his gaze framing Finn once more, as he lifted the proffered cup, “perhaps longer than you think, monkey-face…”
He shot the liquor down, wincing at the burn it left in his throat but grinning in the knowledge that his resistance to poisons (including alcohol) was substantial as compared to most due to his profession, then clapped the cup back down on the table and continued to peripherally watch the gnome over Finn’s shoulder as the band began it’s rendition of Whiskey in the Jar…
I dislike the expression on that little nogoth’s face, Nyx mused, and, I imagine, my besotted round-eyed friend here would like it all the less, should he be sober enough to notice.
“…Come on!” Finn demanded after unabashedly howling his love of the band’s current tune, “Sing with me you slope eared pogue!”
“I fear that you’d not like my singing voice, human,” Nyx smirked, veritably spitting that last word, “nor the songs to which I should choose to lend it…”
And so from the maelstrom the Executioner doth call, an inner voice hissed as the Twilight Elf’s eyes tracked the gnome’s progress from table to bar and into the company of the newly arrived barbarian, Dark nights herald dark days in which the chosen must fall. Death for each one hath Prien ordained, thus, with their blood shall my own blade be stained.
He continued to watch as the gnome, apparently, spun some sort of yarn which drew ever hardening glances from the barbarian to be shot their way. When the gnome, with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, at last, took his own leave of the Inn, the Mith’ganni’s moon-hued eyes flickered back to the barbarian and, finally, fixed on Finn once more.
“…And, not that I should care,” the Mith’ganni assassin smirked at his table-mate, “but you may wish to reconsider this challenge…” he tapped the cup he had just emptied, “…as I think, perhaps, there is likely a greater one for you soon to arrive, yes?”
Despite that recommendation, though, Nyx reached for Finn’s bottle, poured another healthy sampling into the emptied cup, and downed it just as the barbarian lumbered past behind Finn and unceremoniously bumped his chair in the doing. The assassin’s grin as he deposited the cup on the table, this time, might have been interpreted to say “See what I mean?” but, as the liquor’s burn induced a hiss and a shake of the head that set Nyx's mane to flicking the shadows at his back, the words that slithered past the elf’s lips were; “That makes me one ahead, you round-eared rabbit-pacher.”
((OOC: Fuuuuuuuuun!!! Stopping here to see what reactions come out of everyone else... Note, the bit about poison resistance isn't meant to infer that Nyx won't get drunk should the contest continue but he'll likely last much longer than might be expected... Assassins, you know? Bunch of devious little s#!ts.  ))
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 16:59:59.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Well now...
...things are gettin' down right conspiratorial-lookin', aren't they?
Hehehehe....
I'll see what I can do about mustering a post by the end of the evening... Failing that, look for an update from the mad Mith'ganni at some point tomorrow.
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 18:38:00.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...
...an evening on the front porch in 1955. 
I feed the DVM a horse, "The Source," and No Remorse! (Cuz you whackadoos have me rhyming all Seuss like and such, now!)
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 18:35:52.
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Topic: Prometheans: Genesis - Q&A
Subject: Mmmmmm.....
....Okay!
How many of my original players do I still have hanging about and how many of them are still interested?
Once I've got a count (and thereby an idea of n=how many of the originals I'll need to kill off... ahem... I mean NPC... I'll see what we can do about getting us going, again.
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 18:31:08.
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Topic:
Subject: Hey! WOW!
Good stuff, Astrid!
Was going to say "How'd I miss this when it originally went up" but, after looking at the date stamps, I realize that I had just gotten out of the hospital when the first post went up so that explains that...
Anyhooo... very nice knittingageness! I love the li'l piggies!
+1 for post-apocalyptic survival skills!
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 18:29:00.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It coughs up...
I feed it a frosty reception and harsh words.
Posted on 2013-11-16 at 13:56:59.
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Topic: My Creations
Subject: one of my favorites...
...of all you've posted here so far, lil sister. 
Posted on 2013-11-16 at 13:22:27.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: *censored*
It's spits out nothing... because most everything that involves a whip, a wipe, and a pipe at the same time are best done behind closed doors (or behind the locked front panel of the DVM in this case).
I feed it all of the towels that have been handed out to Innmates in advance of their facelicks and a box of Bounce drier sheets.
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 17:53:09.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: How very entertaining!
The order for stew and wine had scarcely passed dissipated in the tavern air when, following a second angry swallow of whiskey, the young man at the bar called out; “Or you could come over here and have a real drink!”
…This challenge drew the moon-colored eyes, once more, in the direction of the auburn haired man and, also, evoked a razor edged smile to flicker across a still shadowed face…
“I’ll even pay if you can keep up with me!” the young man swallows his whiskey again with one swift motion and signals for the barkeep to leave the bottle. “Whad’ya-say, M’lord, to a drink o’ the Real stuff? My ol’gran could p’rolly drink you blind.”
…The smile evolved into another short, susurrating snicker at that and the creature in the corner, at last, moved to draw back its cowl. The Twilight Elf’s yellow eyes danced briefly away from the bedraggled man at the bar and regarded the waiter who was now returning with his stew and a wooden goblet filled with a dark, spiced wine…
“WELL? Whaddya say?”
The mith’ganni’s gaze fixed on the persistent youth once again and, after sampling both a spoonful of the stew and a sip of the wine, he steepled his fingers under his chin and offered Finn a wicked grin that wasn’t entirely without mirth. “I say, breeder, that perhaps you should fetch your old gran so that she might tuck you into bed once that liquor has emboldened you enough to fight the floor, yes?”
((OOC: Assuming this draws an angry/irritated glare from good ol’ Finn, here… if not, let me know and I’ll happily edit.))
“Tsk,” the elf clucked, still smiling in the face of the human’s ire, “no need for that, boy. Twould be a short fight and an unnecessary one at that. Besides, I’ve promised the owner of this establishment that I’ll not spill blood within its walls, hm?”
He gestured to the empty chair across from the one he occupied, then, and said; “Why do you not join me, here? I prefer this vantage point to that, yes? Far less risk of your friends, there,” Nyx tipped his head in the direction of the table Finn had vacated just prior to his own entrance, “of slipping a blade in your back unnoticed.
Bring your bottle, if you like, and if I find I don’t dislike your company, I shall pay if you can keep up.”
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 15:08:38.
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Topic: Are you Ready for some Football 2013
Subject: Nah....
...I've got more frills and fur.
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 18:10:25.
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Topic: Are you Ready for some Football 2013
Subject: LOL
I thought that this guy was the Brown's mascot?
Although, I don't think I'd put that on a helmet, myself...
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 17:59:16.
Edited on 2013-11-14 at 18:00:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Are you Ready for some Football 2013
Subject: Did you...
...pick Cleveland over Cinci based on a coin flip, boss?
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 17:22:39.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: No worries, Kyle...
...we're pretty close to a river, at the moment, so we can stop and do laundry if need be.
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 14:03:22.
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Topic: Olan out for a week
Subject: Wheeee! Disney World!
Never been, myself (despite having lived in Florida for a couple of years), but I've seen it on TV and in picture books!
Have a blast (I'm sure you will)! We'll hold down the fort until you return.
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 14:02:32.
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Topic: You want to play a WHAT?!? (strange character ideas)
Subject: Hehehe...
...you can be my imaginary pink dragon anytime you like. 
((And I didn't mean that as dirty as it sounded, either.))
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 19:38:39.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: *nods*
I thought the tunic was a nice touch... roleplay is awesome even if it is sometimes embarassing. Good job.
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 19:03:20.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Enter the Mith'ganni
The screech and clatter of a chair being kicked across the floor lent an odd accompaniment to the opening of the Bleeding Lute’s door and the cold ring of coin hitting the bar in the next instant, too, seemed somehow prophetic where it concerned the patron to whom the opening of that door had granted admittance to the place. A darkness and a chill beyond that which should have introduced by the opening of the door on this autumn night seemed to hang about the creature who loomed, only briefly, on the threshold, and the silence that had just fallen so naturally on the tavern with the ending of a song seemed to linger as unnaturally as the pall this visitor had introduced…
“Whiskey Double!”
…As its head swiveled in the direction of the bar, a pair of moon-yellow eyes caught the light and gleamed from the penumbral depths of the cowl which obscured any other suggestion of the visitor’s features, just as the spill of the shadow-hued cloak concealed its body. The barmaid, Sarah, nearly forgot her courtesy when depositing the ordered drink before the man in the weather-stained buckskins and only just managed the semblance of a nervously accommodating smile through the curl of pipe smoke before scurrying toward the farther end of the bar to remove herself from the moonlit gaze that assailed her from the door.
The whisper of what might have been a laugh (which sounded as if it may have passed through a mouthful of gravedirt) issued from the cowl, then, and, with the door closing behind it, the creature, at last, moved with a preternatural grace through the room and made his way to a table in one far corner of the hall. The shadows were wont to follow him there, it seemed, and each patron he went by on his way did their best not to shudder at his passing. Once at his destination, the visitor swept himself into a chair that kept his back to the wall and afforded him a view of the room that allowed him to ascertain, at any given moment, the goings on of every inch of the place… As the waiter somewhat hesitantly approached the newcomer, an alabaster hand issued forth from the cloak and pinched out the flame of the candle that topped the table.
“Wel… ahem… welcome ta Th’ Bleedin’ Lute,” Hugh stammered, not quite certain exactly how to address his most recent customer… or if he even wanted to… “What might I be getting’ for ya, this evenin’?”
“The mushroom stew,” came the reply in an oddly accented voice from the shadow-swathed corner, “and wine… Something with a bit of spice, yes? None of that watery piss which you round ears prefer to swill.”
((OOC: Just a little something for something to do, hm? Feel free to approach as your fortitude may allow.  ))
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 19:00:34.
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Topic: Letters from Santa!
Subject: Bump!
Cuz it needed to be done just in case someone missed it.
I remember when my kids got their letters from Santa (back when they were still kids) and there's nothing like the joy and excitement you see in their little eyes when they get mail from that "jolly old elf!" Very much worth doing, I promise...
...In fact, I think I might just have to jump on this year, myself, and get a couple of these arranged for my "pseudo-grandbabies."
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 17:27:56.
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Topic: You want to play a WHAT?!? (strange character ideas)
Subject: Holy Dead Topic revival, Batman!!!
You know, I recently got reminded of a game that Gruggles ran right here on the Inn a while back and, after re-reading that delightfully disturbing thread, have come to the conclusion that Popsicle Percy has got to be the strangest character I've ever come up with and actually played.
“Popsicle Percy”
Attributes
Physical - 3
Mental - 4
Social - 2
Skill - 4
Awesome - 3
Skills:
Stealth
Thievery
Sabotage
Medicine
Specializations:
Medicine - Surgery
Medicine - Anesthesia
Stealth - Stalking
Sabotage - Poison
Thievery – pick locks
Stealth - disguise
Sabotage - Demolitions
Medicine - Anatomy
Advantages:
Off the Grid
-“Popsicle Percy”? Who?
Crazy Prepared
-You don’t get to be a notorious serial killer by NOT having backup plan after backup plan on ice, now, do you?
Kung Shui Sundae
-Percy is exceptionally adept at finding ways to torture, maim, and/or kill folks using only those items that might be found on an ice cream truck… with sprinkles
Disadvantages:
Oh... that just ain't right!
- Preternaturally weird and creepy... Works all right for the serial killer in him but not so much when it comes to dealing with normal folks... Even kids who buy ice cream off his truck get ooged out when they really look at the banana splits he makes and can't help but notice that they look like cadavers on autopsy tables... looking like the bastard lovechild of Steve Buscemi and Christopher Walken doesn't help, either...
Items and Equipment:
-Ice Cream (I scream?) Truck
-Razor edged ice cream scoop(s)
-Set of surgical/autopsy tools (scalpels, bone saws, etc)
- Xtreme Cream Ice Cream Dispenser
- "Good Humor" outfit
- Multi-tool
- simple watch
Physical Description/Personality Description
“Popsicle Percy” wasn’t too prolific a name in City Fantastico until Mr Fantasti IV disappeared… He was around, of course, trolling the city for his preferred victims (pedophiles, rapists, wife/child-beaters, people who talk in theaters, those that don’t clean up after their pets… that sort of thing ) and/or customers (somebody’s got to buy this ice cream or else there won’t be any room in the freezers for the bodies, after all)… Sure, a “Slaughter Sundae” would show up from time to time (seemingly at random) but, up until Fantasti IV went missing and Fantasti V took over, City Fantastico wasn’t quite crime-ridden enough for Percy to really build up the “clientele” he needed to get up there on the list with folks like “Zodiac” or Charlie Manson or “The Sundae of Sam” (not that Percy ever compared himself to losers like that). That lack of notoriety served him pretty well, though – kept him off the radar, so to speak, and gave him the time he needed to really perfect his craft (and his banana splits) – and, by the time things “went south” for City Fantastico as a whole and crime made a roaring comeback, Percy was more than ready to jump into the murky limelight and it wasn’t long until Percy’s body count started climbing and the name “Bomb Pop” took on a more literal designation ...
Musical Interlude
Dedicate one to the sinners...
Now summertime's here bub, need somethin' to get you killed
Ah, now summertime's here bub, need somethin' to get you killed
Better look out now though, Percy’s got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
Oh my, my, I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
Hold on a second baby
I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups
All flavors and pushups too
I'm your ice cream man, sinner, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
Hold on, one more
Well I'm usually passin' by just about eleven o'clock
Uh huh, I never stop
I'm usually passin' by just around eleven o'clock
And if ya' let me kill you one time, you'll become a pudding pop!
All right boys!
I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups
All flavors and pushups too
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die, yes
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
They say all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
Ah one time
(Guitar Solo)
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
I'm your ice cream man, fear me when I'm passin' by
They say all my flavors are guaranteed to make you die
One time boys!
I'm your ice cream man
I'm your ice cream man
B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Baby!
Ah my my my
All my flavors are guaranteed......to make-uh-you-die
Ow!
Yeeeeeah.... Good times! 
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 14:53:23.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Agreed....
...I'm kinda likin' 'em myself!
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 14:41:17.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Not trying to...
... speak for Olan here but, having played for the man previously, I think it's safe to say that he'd be okay with either option. Typically I go the "tack on intentions in an OOC at the end of my game post" route, myself... just not a frequent mana-slinger so it took me a little bit to make a choice and I decided to post here rather than editing my game post again.
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 02:00:11.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Duly noted...
...hence my PM to you earlier, boss-type-guy!
Gave this some thought on my drive home from work and, pretty much, I think Jarenion's tactics will be much as my "theoretical proposal" in that PM... Shocksphere to follow the Hailstones if there's no major risk of catching his compatriots in the area of effect (catapult should work as a good alternate if that risk does turn out to be unacceptable), following that, if necessary, we'll "power down" a bit and sling a volley of magic missiles or two, and, of course, should any of the shamblers slip our fighting types and get too close to Jarenion, he'll fight as best he can with his staff (most likely in a defensive-heavy style unless he's sure he can land an effective blow).
Posted on 2013-11-13 at 00:07:49.
Edited on 2013-11-13 at 00:21:31 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Silly elves...
...and their confusing names, anyway, eh, Brundel?
And that one half-Syl wearing/bearing the Khord gear is downright flabbergastical! Is he human, is he Syl, is he a really tall beardless Khord? Is he hallucinating? OMG! What the frill is going on?!?!?! 
Posted on 2013-11-12 at 19:29:28.
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