Topic: Update
Subject: Anchors aweigh, me boy!
Congrats!
Posted on 2010-05-03 at 13:07:37.
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Topic: RDInnsider - May - Reporting for Duty!
Subject: Read it with my first cup of coffee...
Great stuff, as usual, Meri and Tann. 
Posted on 2010-05-03 at 12:49:35.
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Topic: The Game
Subject: Ack!
Somanobatch! I hath loseded again... curse you, Ody-licious!!! 
Hey! Anyone seen Ion recently?
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 21:51:26.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ...
hugs
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 19:54:19.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Awww... amn't you jus th' sweetest, tho? ;)
...under the snack-bar...
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 19:53:45.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Nah... dinosaurs are way too young to hang out with Eol. ;)
...but very rewarding...
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 18:40:12.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Yeah... that's where he pulled it from... suuuure... ;)
hallucination
(Hey, dog! D'joo see the size o' that *hic* chicken?)
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 18:39:15.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: hehehe!
I love that song!!!
I've got the whole thing stored around here, somewhere, myself... need to dig that up and post it Meri-luv!
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 18:11:46.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Feather-duster, bunny-slipper, dinosaur!!!
Lusting after beverages...
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 18:02:59.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: wha-huh?
for eucalyptus and
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 17:23:05.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Is we singin' songses?
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 15:25:55.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: decisions, peas, hairs... all can be
split
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 15:23:38.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...
...flowed sideways rather...
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 15:15:31.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Sing a song of sixpence...
The people of Helvorn were an eclectic mix who claimed origins from every corner of the continent and every walk of life but had come together in this remote little patch of Oerth to form a community of easy-going, honest, and hard working folks who were more than happy to share a drink, a meal, a bit of coin, or, sometimes, even a bed for a good song or tale spun in exchange. Perhaps that was the reason the half-elf fiddler had decided to stay behind when the carnival with which he had been traveling for the past year packed up its carts after a three day festival and moved on to the next town; because these people were his kind of people. The kind of people who were both willing and happy to set aside differences in heritage and homeland in order to come together as a community of free-men with no other demands or requirements upon each other aside from living their lives together for mutual aide and protection but without interference or animosity. It had been truly easy to make himself at home in this place. As many tunes as he would play and songs he would sing while he lingered in this place, he had been sure even those few weeks ago, there would be twice as many new songs inspired by his stay here.
Having been invited to attend this meeting of Helvorn’s council wasn’t a thing at which Caicher Flynn was apt to sneer. The gypsy bard was relatively new to the out-of-the-way little town, after all, and to have been so easily taken in by the people here as one of their own in so short a time was pleasant enough… let alone to already be held in high enough regard amongst them to be summoned to council of all things… it was as close to a troubadour’s dream as he had been in some while. The fact that he was sitting here, now, by the grand fireplace in the town hall, sipping drinks with the town elders and discussing the whys and wherefores behind the recent lack of visits from the priests on the hill and pondering what, if anything, should be done about it was confirmation enough of Flynn’s initial instinct – he could feel the music gathering itself to be woven into a new song already – but when the doors of the hall opened and admitted a troupe of adventurers who could only be “The Heroes of Freegate,” he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that there would be much more than a handful of simple ditties and sonatas born of the days to come…
Oh yes, Flynn thought, an inspired twinkle flashing in his emerald eyes and an interested smile dancing across his lips as he took the group in, there’ll be a veritable epic to come of this, I’ll wager. His free hand, which, before the Heroes had entered, had been reaching for a flagon of ale that sat beside the chair, now sought out his fiddle bow, and he straightened his previously relaxed posture to one more conducive to playing.
The Freegate Heroes weren’t exactly as the myriad stories and songs had depicted them, of course – while the armor worn by the knight Arien Thedell was impeccably shined, for example, it wasn’t quite ‘burning bright with the light of holy justice,’ and the once-gladiator Maximus (whom Flynn had heard improperly dubbed Talas in a yarn or two) was a large man, yes, but far from the ‘ten-foot-tall Sueli beast-man’ of song – but, Caicher knew, that was to be expected. After all, it was usually the artistic embellishments of the composer that added that epic flare and sold the song in the end, wasn’t it? The battered fiddle was nestled to his chin as his gaze traveled over ‘the Wild Man of the Coast,’ ‘the Sour Lad of the Shadows’, ‘Valentine the Red,’ and ‘the Wise Blackaxe of Clangeddin.’ Yes, the Heroes of Freegate, despite their depictions in legend and lore, were very much as Flynn might have expected them to be. The song that came to mind as he set bow to string, though, wasn’t the heroic fanfare of fiddling that he had first thought to play... (perhaps it was the vaguely out-of-sorts expressions that lingered just beneath the surface of the heroes faces that had inspired him to change the tune). Instead, he coaxed a dreamy, almost melancholy strain from the strings and, following a bright grin in response to the big pit-cat calling out “bard” at the sight of him, began to sing along as softly as he played…
~I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree in the forest
But I don't know where
I built a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
A briar and a rose
I don't know how long it has been
But I was born in Brennan's Glenn
And near the end of spring there grows
A briar and a rose
I picked the rose one early morn'
I pricked my finger on a thorn
They’d grown so close
Their winding wove
The briar around the rose
I tried to tear them both apart
I felt an arrow pierce my heart
And all dressed up in spring’s new clothes
The briar and the rose
And when I'm buried in my grave
Tell me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make love grow
The briar and the rose
And when I’m buried in my grave
Tell me so I will know
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and the rose
Your tears will fall
To make them grow
The briar and the rose. ~
((OOC: Caicher's going on the assumption that the Heroes of Freegate are surely here to see the elders and not him, so the bard will simply play and sing in the background while the elders and our champions exchange pleasantries… Given recent events/non-events where our heroes are concerned, I found the above song somehow appropriate… some little verse in there for each of them, I think. Edits, backposts, etc, as required and requested, of course. Soooo glad to be back!))
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 14:21:15.
Edited on 2010-04-30 at 14:43:18 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: WoooHoooo!!!!
Off we go!!!
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 19:13:45.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ;)
...like a river...
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 17:03:26.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: same-same
autonomous
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 17:02:40.
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Topic: Intro
Subject: Intro post? Check. Welcome posted? Check. Warning? Check...
I luvs me some checklists sometimes! Almost as much fun as facelickin' newbies.
Welcome aboard, o' mysterious and oddly capitalized one.
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 14:25:00.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: +1
Sire
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 14:22:06.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Ow! My EYE!!!
...floss snapped and...
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 14:19:41.
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Topic: Cool curses...
Subject: Not when it's...
...as specific as "changes a male to a female"... Once a male touches the sword *POOF* he's a girl, right? However, with the nature of the curse, that once-guy-now-girl could touch the sword again and not be affected because; "Dude! Yer already a chick!"
Welcome to the Inn, by the way. *facelick*
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 22:49:30.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ;-)
bloomers and flossed...
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 22:46:26.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: :D
Paisley
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 20:24:26.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ...
Solid
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 17:58:56.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: o.O
...the ranch, Ody...
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 17:58:36.
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