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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOL
Hugegantic even! 
Rest assured, I will get this one done, colored, and passed on to those who want a copy.
Char, of course, is going to need a bit of tweaking as I didn't realize until after I started this one that the chap in the "header graphic" was our Ranger of the Wild Coast. not opposed to making other tweaks on the rest, either, so, if you'd like something changed/added/whatever, don't be afraid to lemme know. 
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 17:54:57.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: *grins*
Thanks, Gina... glad you liked it...
I did make sure to check with Olan before I just assumed that Caise would perceive Yali as female, by the way. Hopefully, our wounded padawan won't slip up and blow her cover before the meds wear off.
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 17:46:30.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Speaking of Yali...
...it's looking like I should have her pic colored at some point this weekend. Best case scenario: I'll get some freetime and finish it up tonight... Worst case: I'll have it ready by Monday (have trick-or-treat night tomorrow in my neighborhood and a Halloween party or two to attend but it's not like those are all day/all night events)... Lana pic is coming soon... 
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 17:31:49.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Half in... half out
"You seem to enjoy combat a bit too much, my young padawan..."
"Enjoy it, Master?"
"Yes. That smile on your face when you attack, is that not enjoyment?"
"Enjoyment of the way the energies flow, perhaps Master but not... not of the harm I could cause... I..."
"Like diplomacy, my pupil, combat is no place for emotion, in any circumstance. Let go of your emotions before you enter into either; let the Force guide you, unfettered from your feelings… do not base your actions on what you think or how you are feeling. Instead, feel the Force and heed its direction. Action guided by emotion in either circumstance, Caise, whether the emotion be joy, anger, or otherwise, risks setting you quickly on the path to the Dark side.”
“The Dark side, Master? How can that be? Our attackers were clearly in the wrong and I did only what was necessary to prevent their advance.”
“But at what cost, padawan,” Trask asked him, then. The elder Jedi gestured to the three lifeless remotes that had served as the ‘enemy’ in this training scenario; “You have dispatched the enemy, yes,” then, sweeping a hand towards the other side of the room, indicated the holographic representations of those that Caise had been tasked to protect, “but your eagerness for a quick and, dare I say, rash resolution to this particular conflict has had dire consequences.”
Of the three sentients in his charge, only one showed any signs of life and that one – a human girl of no more than three standard years in age; daughter of the two, now dead politicians seeking asylum in the Republic – was grievously wounded. Caise’s heart sank and he deactivated his saber as he skulked dejectedly towards his fallen charges. The lesson that Master Trask was trying to impart become shockingly clear now… he was saddened by the consequences of his actions… angered by them… he felt an urge to lash out in an attempt to assuage that feeling… then shame at having become the catalyst for the death of these people…
“I see your smile has faded,” Trask’s voice was comforting, as was the reassuring hand that the Alderaanian Jedi had rested on his shoulder, but the lesson that had been taught was still a painful one.
Caise nodded. “Yes, Master,” he replied, “Suddenly, I feel no excitement at the prospect of combat. No enjoyment of the dance the energies create. Instead, I feel…”
~*~*~*~*~*~
…pain.
A great variety of pain filled the Miraluka’s senses as the memory disintegrated around him and returned him to a dazed consciousness. He was aware of his own pain, of course, and could feel the medics working at the wounds he had incurred, and for a moment, he wondered if his rash actions had caused any of his compatriots to suffer worse than he had. As he struggled to find his way through the haze this border between awareness and trauma-induced stupor, the young Jedi also found himself sensing the physical pains of others nearby and, as he found the thread of the Force that provided him with sight, he forced himself to seek them out.
An aura that he recognized as Damanil Shadoran was the first he noted, and the most tortured, it seemed. Caise’s grip on his Force Sight was tenuous at best, and he was skeptical of trusting the perceptions it provided but, from appearances, the red-headed soldier hadn’t faired much better than Caise himself had… “Still alive,” he muttered weakly, unaware that he had said the words aloud as his blind gaze swept past the unrecognizable auras of the TDF medics and troopers that shared the space to find the other familiar life form.
A slow shake of his heavy head indicated his surprise that the Twi’lek was here – mildly injured, judging from the foggy representation of his energies. “Should have gone…” he tried to chastise Dime but only manage to vocalize that part – the ‘with the others,’ remainder of the thought failed to make the trip from mind to mouth – but the sluggish attempt at a smile belied his happiness that Dime was still with him.
Caise felt exhaustion – and, perhaps, medication induced fog – beginning to cloud his awareness again and he couldn’t resist the pull of sleep for much longer. His sight had started to flicker away, then, even though he tried to stay focused long enough to determine the nature of the others that seemed to be all around him – the auras were all similar, it seemed… The TDF riot team, perhaps?… armed and armored, disciplined and focused for the most part… nondescript… except for one. His head lolled as he struggled to bring this one into focus. There was something vaguely familiar about the aura of the one female presence he found… Black armor… where have I… what?… None of it seemed to make sense… he couldn’t recall having encountered her anywhere else before now but this armored woman’s aura glowed as brightly in his sights, now, as Dime, Damanil, Mercury, Lana, and Ziv’s had aboard the Kul Kura not that long ago. As unconsciousness was claiming him again, Caise weakly reached a hand out towards the woman… “…with us for a time,” he managed to mumble before he slipped back into the abyss of sleep.
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 16:04:01.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Nothin from nothin leaves nothin
*POOF* Wish granted! You're Aretha Franklin!
Ain't that somethin'?
 In deference to the Queen of Soul, there... ^ I'll let her make the next wish.
Take it away, Aretha!
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 21:58:50.
Edited on 2007-10-25 at 22:04:56 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Looky what I found...
...and Addy's been buggin' me for for months!
Here's the beginning of a sketch I started months back (Maximus was still going by Talas, then)... My initial "visual" of the CWWLLO party.
Be warned... it's still 'rough' and nowhere near finished. I'd actually lost track of it for a while and just happened to find it hiding in the sketchbook I grabbed on my way out the door this morning.
edit: oops, wrong link...
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 21:23:50.
Edited on 2007-10-25 at 21:28:02 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: o.O
when downwind from
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 19:51:55.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: What the crows did on the scarecrow in the crop
poop
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 19:25:17.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted...
...you wish for something but get nothing because RotS already wished for nothing thereby throwing the universe into a tizzy and making all the somethings into nothings which in turn makes your wish for something an actual wish for nothing which is the something you got for nothing. 
I wish I would have just left that one alone.
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 19:24:21.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: and a scarecrow for the
crop
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 19:18:48.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: patience is a virtue...
...that being unconscious helps one attain.
Hanging... or laying on the pavement... or whatever.
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 17:59:42.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: eye
brow
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 17:57:14.
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Topic: Stupidest game-related utterances
Subject: My very own...
"Jal will try to sneak past the Greens..."
Nighty, night, ya stoopid spellbinder.
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 17:22:36.
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Topic: Beneath Shadowed Skies...
Subject: Creepy but fascinating....
“Foreign I may be, but it’s clear that you are, as well… Mith’ganni… What place is there in this world that would welcome us, I wonder…?”
“What place, indeed,” Nyx smirked wryly, trying to mask the unsettled feeling that laying meeting this man’s gaze sent through him. This one was much more than he had initially appeared to be and, had that unsettled feeling not been so… intriguing… the twilight elf might have found himself regretting ever having disturbed the traveler. Not now, though. Not after what this disconcerting breed… no, not a breeder… something else…had just said.
The bluing of his final blade complete, Nyx could no longer use the action as an excuse to avoid the strange man’s gaze (regardless of how much he might want to), thus, he returned the blade to it’s sheathe and, rubbing at the strange ache at the base of his skull, rose from his crouched position before the hearth and reached for the bottle of wine that Wironath had delivered moments ago. “Perhaps,” Nyx suggested as he finally poured a glass of the Rauffan wine, “the question isn’t so much what place would welcome us as it is do we truly care?” His yellow eyes ticked, then, towards Tempest and he offered his distant kin a sampling of the wine with a silent tip of the bottle before, almost hesitantly, letting his gaze return to the odd traveler.
((Feel free to join us in a drink and a chat if you’re still about, Tempest))
“This world,” Nyx nearly sneered after taking a sip from his glass and sinking into the chair opposite the tattooed stranger, “is nothing like it once was. Over run with supposedly intelligent creatures that breed like rabbits and rats and spread like a plague over what was once a beautiful and pristine place. Marring it with their so called advancements, stripping it bare to create more, only to discover that it rots away nearly as soon as their lives do.”
The Mith’ganni tossed back a more substantial swallow of the vintage, then, and found a malicious smile eager to stretch his lips. “Aye, I couldn’t give two damns where or if I’m welcomed anywhere, traveler,” he hissed, “My lot is not to be accepted… after all, do the sheep welcome the wolf into their fold? Does the wolf ask for or expect such a thing?... No, my lot is more akin to culling the herd, I think.”
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 17:05:11.
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Topic: Where are you from?
Subject: Not from there but live there anyway...
Alabama: t_catt11 (Birmingham)
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
District of Columbia
Florida
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio: Eol Fefalas (New Carlisle)
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
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Canada
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Overseas
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 16:22:30.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Oooh...
...a bounty hunter skilled in dance. That could come in waaaaay handy depending on the mark, eh? 
Very cool, Gina.
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 16:34:18.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Chopping thru high explosives! Nice!
As Jaal’s ancient Soro-Subb 45 jumped to life and the sound of the repulsorlift and drive engines thrummed in the air, Caise was certain that those aboard would be well on their way to safety and his attentions could be turned to the matter of putting a stop to this assault. He had almost succumb to distraction and uncertainty when Mercury fish-tailed the vehicle into the street and caught a blaster bolt to the speeder’s tail end but, following a quick look in the speeder’s direction and being met with a confused and possibly incredulous glare from the young fringer, Caise quickly reset his focus on the attackers when the Soro-Subb made a run for the outskirts of Dalroth.
Even as the young Jedi’s sightless gaze drifted away from the retreating landspeeder, his senses buzzed with another warning, this time close enough for him to target. Summoning the Force to his aid, Caise maneuvered almost too quickly through the chaos and, whirling around as his senses screamed that the target was at hand, brought the emerald blade of his lightsaber to bear, cleaving through the weapon before its lethal projectile could clear the barrel.
>>>WHUMP!!!<<<
Shock.
Panic
Agony.
Nothingness.
For the briefest of instants, Caise was aware of excruciating pain… first, that of the man who had been wielding the rocket launcher…then, his own… as if thousands of Alpheridian burrow beetles had found a new home in his flesh…
Suddenly he was flying… his sight gone for the moment…pain once again… singular and more brutal than the bug bites… So heavy, he thought, feeling himself being dragged down as he wondered where all of the water had come from, can’t hear anything clearly in this pool… am I breathing water?
There was a glimpse, then, of sleek, dark, and cold before he sank into the depths…
Posted on 2007-10-23 at 17:19:53.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Dude! Just hang!
At last, Jal smirked inwardly as his choice of spells finally proved to be of some use in combat, I had begun to think that the fates were against me. While the levitating table had served the precise purpose he had intended – there was no dropping the thing on a Green or two, now – it had proved an effective ploy. Had the explosive bead tossed by the commanding Green not struck the table, who knew what sort of trouble they would be in, now. The Spellbinder’s marginal enjoyment of his success, though, was soon to be brushed aside. No time to revel in minor successes, he reminded himself as Dapple, Valentine, and the fighters continued pressing the attack.
As the reinforcements from the tower’s upper levels made their way down the steps, Jal’s fingers danced in the air and another incantation passed his lips. Even as the first of the new Greens slipped on the greased portion of the stairs and Maximus stepped in to level an attack at one of the two who had leaped over Valentine’s trap, the urchin mage thrust his hands forward and released another spell of levitation, this time hoping to catch the Green that Maximus had targeted… with luck, it would keep the Imperial from gaining his footing for a time (at least long enough for the big pit-fighter to open the Green’s belly or relieve his shoulders of the weight of his head).
((OOC: Come on, BAD saving throws for the greenies! Proceeding as above, of course, following up, if necessary with Summon Swarm cast into the stairwell… maybe slow down progress of any other reinforcements from upstairs whilst the fighter types mop-up the Greens we’ve got?))
Posted on 2007-10-23 at 14:09:06.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Yep...yep...
There was definitely an outage of some sort. I was getting the same message regardless of browser over the weekend. Thankfully, it didn't last long, though... thanks to a mighty whip-crackin' from our illustrious Webmaster.
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 17:06:35.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Crap!
"Way to go blind-guy! Smooth move cutting a primed rocket in half! Ya laserbrain!" 
When we get to jail, I call top bunk!
Hmmm... wonder what kind of twist this puts in Yali/13's plan?
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 17:47:40.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: Proud Papa posts...
...don't really qualify as spam, do they?
Guess we can add Photobucket to the miles long list of domains that the gov't blocks...  ... I'll be taking a peek when I get home though.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 15:08:58.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: Entirely...
...too cute!
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 21:05:15.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOL... thought about that...
When I finally decided on what Jal was going to do, I got around to the levitating the table bit and can recall, very vividly, thinking; "If this table goes up the same time Dapple tries to vault it, Jal would've been better off flying to the top of the tower". A much less painless death that would've been, methinks.
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 20:42:09.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: But not when the mind is written in invisible ink ;)
Lana and Yali/13 pics are almost done with pencils, by the by... they've taken me a bit longer than I'd planned (mainly because 13's armor has tried to draw itself a couple of different ways and Lana's hair is being "fussy"... Anyway, hoping to have the pencils ready in the next day or two (at which point I'll post and let the players have a peek and a chance to say 'fix this or fix that') and, barring any major hold ups, color by the weekend... 
Ginafae - currently, I have Yali w/o her helmet on... it is in the pic but she's not wearing it... let me know if that's okay w/ you.
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 15:03:45.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: WoooHoooo!
"Flawed magic" that!!! The floating table bit worked!!! *capers about with arms flailing wildly in the air* An' Jal ain't sleepin', bleedin', or so much as poked with a pointy thing!!!
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 12:23:33.
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