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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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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: That's Dash...
...bein' twitchy, is all.
He just skimmed past the Purple Bellies, clenchin' his buttocks once he thought they was had, and considerin' the data he got from Tink, he ain't feelin on the upside of skittish just yet...
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 21:09:50.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Drive?
No need to drive me to insanity... I live within walking distance... save the gas, it's expensive.
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 19:48:00.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Fakin' it...
Stepping into someone else's shoes, as it were, by landing on that pad isn't something Dash is really 'in to'... to many variables to consider and too many things to possibly get humped up for him to keep the paranoia at bay... Faking a crash similar to the one he faked to escape the Alliance and 'kill Morgan Trent' might be a valid option in his mind, at this point. The kid's got plenty of grenades stored away that could be used to add the fireworks... a little fancy flying, sputtering the engines, and pumping some smoke and such through the 'exhaust' might help with convincing the locals that the ship has problems as it passes over, etc... just a thought.
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 19:41:40.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Pucker factor: 9.5
“Shhhh, bao bei,” Dash mumbled as he reached out and flipped the silent running toggle that Kora had installed, “not s’much as a clickty-clack.” His gaze dipped to the console, unnecessarily verifying that Wyatt had his back from the co-pilot’s chair, then swept discerningly over the scene beyond Roc’s canopy before returning to the console. Sight, instinct, instruments, in that order… that’s the way he had flown all his life and it had kept him breathing so far. The pilot’s eyes repeated the circuit over and over as he nudged the Firefly towards the gap between the cruiser and the destroyer and, in those first moments, a whisper would have been like a scream in Rocinante’s cockpit.
Let’s hope we’re jus’ as quiet out there, he thought, tweaking the yoke to starboard a hair in order to keep clear of the Alliance vessels short range capabilities. If Alliance protocols held true, Sam reckoned, these blockade boats wouldn’t be wasting resources on pinging the long ranges… not in support of some gorram Mining Consortium money grubbin’ nonsense, no how… There was a sudden prickling at the back of his neck and, for a quick second, Dash considered the stowaway cat and the tracking collar the critter had been wearing and the twitchy part of his mind suddenly screamed ‘Trap!’.
“Easy,” he muttered, flexing his fingers around the controls and forcing his gaze to sweep the circuit again, “do th’ job an’ don’ ruttin’ think.” His instincts told him that they had just nosed into the ‘danger zone’ and letting his paranoia get the best of him now could lead to the whole crew being wong dahn (done for). “Ever’body hold yer ruttin’ breath,” he said, this time not muttering, “if’n ya gotta sneeze er fart, get it done in th’ next two seconds; we’s in the ugly.”
Absently chewing his lower lip, Dash made a minor adjustment to their course when he spotted another Firefly detaching from the Redoubtable. “There’s our hidey-hole, Cap,” he breathed, nodding in the Seka’s direction, “we’ll glue ourselves to their hull and drift right on by.”
He reached for the mic without taking his eyes off of the other transport. “A’ight, mei…dammit.” He released the talk button and scowled, remembering that Kora was no longer backing him in the engine room and his stomach flipped at the thought. Dash cued the mic again, correcting the hail; “Hey, Kid! Gonna need s’more juice inna mains… just a nudge, boy… don’ go burnin’ us out.”
“Not a problem, Dash,” Asher called back after a moment.
The pilot smiled faintly as he verified that the Kid had gotten the results they needed, then goosed the throttle and maneuvered into position to shadow the Seka. “Way how, Kid…here comes the fun mi tian gohn.” As delicately as he could, Dash weaseled into the Seka’s shadow, rolling Rocinante over and sidling up to the already cleared ship. Ya don’ see me, ya don’ see me, ya don’ see me, the pseudo-mantra repeated in his mind as he eased in.
“Gun! Son of a motherless…” he swore quietly as an inadvertent twitch on the controls bumped Roc just a hair too close to the other ship. If that didn’ set off their prox, they need new ‘lectrics… Gorram it! Wyatt had been quick to correct the error, though, and Dash let out his breath as he nodded his thanks to the Captain.
“If they seen us,” he whispered after a few moments, “they ain’t too all fired concerned about it, Cap. Another ten minutes or so an’ we’re inna roost, free an’…” It was then that his console lit up and Sam almost flinched; the Victorious had kicked in a long range sweep. “We’re humped!”
If the Seka’s ‘accident’ had come a nanosecond later, Roc’s crew might have been treated to the sound of a horse galloping through the decks as Dash’s fingers were a hair’s breadth from killing the baffles and dumping the Firefly to full-burn. An apparent miracle had occurred, though, and the other ship fell back, listing erratically and spewing fuel vapor into the Black. “Jahn,(fantastic),” Sam breathed, flicking an incredulous glance at Wyatt and catching the captain’s raised hand that would’ve been a warning to forestall any evasive manuevers, as the warning lights winked out, “That’s all I need…Sheh sheh, Jayzus!” Without a second thought as to the why’s or wherefores of the other boat’s sudden problems, Dash opened up the throttle and pushed Roc for atmo.
“Bringin’ ‘er in, Wyatt,” Dash said as he hauled back on the yoke and bellied the Firefly into Regina’s exosphere, “I got the burn in if’n ya wanna tell the kids.” His grip firmed up on the controls as Rocinante passed through the next layer of atmo and then shook like a dog’s chew toy as the mesosphere burned against her hull.
“This is the Frisco Port Authority,” the comm. squawked almost immediately after Wyatt’s announcement to the crew, “Gau Guhn! The whole town’s turned out to greet you. There’s a band and everything. Mr. Blake is hopin’ you’ll make a speech when you land—you know, to get everyone’s sprit up and all. You are cleared to land on Pad One. See you in the world!”
The pilot arched a confused brow. Surely that message wasn’t intended for them… A band? Who inna hell is Blake? Speech?!? … “Umm,” he said, once again glancing in the Cap’s direction, “oops? Sounds like we stepped off the wagon and into the sheepdip, puhn yoh; that ain’t us, I don’ reckon.
We take that slip they’re offerin’ an’ we’re humped like a reaver in a lovebot factory, Cap. We could burn ta th’ outskirts an’ find us a nest ta hide in, contact this Sachet fella an’ go from there but, I reckon, that’d be purtnear’s bad’s pretending we is who we ain’t, get me?”
Even as Wyatt snatched the mic from it’s cradle and solicitied input from the rest of the crew, Dash’s mind flashed to the reeling Firefly they’d shadowed past the blockade and, then, back a couple of years before that – to a time when his name was Morgan Trent and he had become sickened by flying for the Alliance and… “Or,” he realized suddenly, though unaware he was actually voicing the thought, “we could fake us a crash…”
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 19:21:49.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Only if I can wear a rubber Batman suit
^ Forgot a < post
< needs to finish up a couple of 'real posts'
V Duct taped to a fence post
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 16:28:17.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That'd be me...
^ Needs to visit more often
< Always on the lookout for heavier traffic to play in
V Opens bottles using their earlobes
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 19:05:34.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOL @ crossbow targets
That's right, leave the neurotic little mage out of that group... one unplanned nap per adventure is plenty.
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 21:30:51.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Valentine, you tease!
For a second, Jal’s pursuit of Arien and the rest was delayed as Valentine called out to him and, an instant later, had covered the distance between them and stood at his side. “I’ll go if you go,” the battle mage whispered, drawing his blade and gesturing to the pinnacle of the tower…
Will you? Really? The prospect of flying up amidst the gods-awful magic that whorled around the tower took on a new promise as the former Red’s offer pecked at Jal’s mind and, had Adrien lingered another second longer, the urchin mage was certain that the fly spell would have been cast and he would have found himself shooting skyward… When Valentine shrugged, offered a faint grin, and dashed off after the rest, though, Jal sighed – almost in disappointment – and followed. Damn fool, he chastised himself in the absence of Wynter’s voice, the idea was suicidal folly and the Red knows it. He was having fun with you…
Having reached the tower, Jal skulked along behind the rest, a litany of spell formulae cycling through his mind as he tried to prepare himself for whatever may lie in wait ahead. Initially, the way seemed clear… no Imperials lying in wait, nothing hiding in the pair of rooms that flanked the corridor they had found themselves in… but, of course, that was not to be the way of things throughout. The corridor opened into another room at it’s end and inside, not surprisingly at all, were a contingent of Greens.
“Looks like we’ve got a chokepoint,” Valentine muttered, glancing at Jal with a bit of a smirk, “Lucky us.”
“Mmm,” Jal nodded as his pale eyes surveyed the room, “Lucky indeed… perhaps I’ll stay awake to remember it this time.”
The greens had flipped over a table to provide themselves with some sort of cover from which to launch their poison bolts, the urchin mage noted as Valentine set about casting his Grease spell… That won’t do, will it, my love? he found himself talking to the absent ghost girl as the tattooed symbols of a levitate spell flared across the back of his left hand. Not with that one on the stairs and more surely to show from the upper levels… hardly fair, at all…
((OOC: Let’s levitate that table out of the way, shall we, and get those greens out in the open for round 1… Following that, Jal will cast Tasha’s Uncontrolable Hideous Laughter (focusing on any green that may still be deferring to his crossbow) and, if the opportunity presents itself and a green wanders under the levitated table, he’ll cancel the spell in hopes of dropping the table on someone’s head…. Magic missile for range and a dagger for those who get too close afterwards…. ))
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 15:09:51.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Tomorrow or tonight....
Got spells lined up and actions figured out for ol' Spooky... just need to wrap it up in pretty paper, tie it up with a shiny bow and put it under the tree.
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 19:48:49.
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