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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: That's what Momma's do!
Momma went and voted and we're up to 15... I know, I know... it's not #1... don't you worry yer little heads. Momma will call Santa and see what we can do; now run off to bed, sprouts. 
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 19:56:31.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: Wis instead of Dex
Skari... I believe that'd be the Zen Archery feat, yes?
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 15:20:04.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Help the spirits? Sure, let me just....Heeey! Waitaminnit!
“Be cautious, Jal,” Adrian said just before the urchin-mage discorporated, “I can't pick it up exactly, but this place seems to pulse with magic. I don't like it when I don't know what's happening...”
Even as he entered wraithform and his physical senses dulled, Jal offered the other mage a strange smile and a nod…Well wishes now, is it? Very well, Valentine, perhaps, when it matters, you’re not so self-centered as it would appear… What?!?
He hadn’t cast this spell a great deal… in fact, Jal had only bound the formula a few months ago… but, as soon as his form shifted, he knew there was something different and somehow…wrong… about the way it felt this time. It was as if a whirling zephyr urged his phantasmal state upwards…summoning him to a higher point in the tower… pulling him… Jal fought the urge to let himself succumb to that wind (even though he wasn’t sure he would be able to resist for long) and tried to focus on the task at hand. He drifted forward, then, and passed through a narrow space between door slab and jamb.
No guards, Jal noted as he emerged in the hallway, and no traps or alarms, either it seems… To the east, the corridor was devoid of doors and other obvious means of egress as far as he could tell, but to the west was another door and a stairway. Standing ajar as it was, the other doorway drew his attention first… As good a place as any to wait in ambush… but his gaze was wont to leave the stairway, too. Not only could there be guards or gods-know-what-else lurking there, too, but that strange wind almost made him want to continue upwards…I could simply cast a fly spell, he thought for a brief instant when his curiosity got the better of him, and allow myself to be pulled up… see what this is… But then he had reached the half-opened door, his cautious gaze drawn sideways to peer into the room beyond.
Jal’s heart leapt and, at the same time, a wave of relief crashed over him. Inside the room, standing at a long table, was Wynter! Without hesitating, or so much as being concerned with what else might be on the otherside of the door, Jal rushed in… The spell works, he thought almost blissfully, noticing how ‘solid’ the girl looked, as if he could wrap his arms around her and actually feel her when he did, I can touch you again and… The spellbinder’s heart didn’t as much sink as it was shot out of the sky. His arms, anticipating a long overdue embrace of his beloved Wynter, passed right through the girl and, had he been in physical form, Jal was certain that tears would be coursing over his cheeks.
“Do you see them, my love,” she asked. He choked down his heartbreak and tried to convince himself that he was happy just to see her again, then, with a weak smile At first, Jal thought her eyes were intent on the strangely stained table – blood and…what is that? – but, as he tore his gaze away from her and truly saw what it was that she wanted him to see, the voices of the two tortured souls screeched in his ears.
“Can you help them, Jal,” Wynter pleaded, “Please, make them stop screaming!”
The anguish of the two spirits was incredible and, like Jal himself in this form, seemed to be held here but still being pulled towards whatever it was higher in the tower that called to them. Both men were stretched thin across the floor of the room, held to the ground by what appeared to be tree roots, and yet, each time that summoning wind gusted, they strained to break free and float upwards, wailing at the pain of it, perhaps, or at the torture of restisting it… Could he free them? It felt strange to be on this side of things, he realized, and he wasn’t even sure if his magic would work properly if he cast spells as a wraith. A magic missile volley may very well sever real roots but what of these ghostly kind? If he dismissed the spell and became corporeal again, would the roots still be there so that he might sever them with hs dagger? Would being freed of the bonds that held them to the earth even be the solution for these spirits… did they want to answer the strange summons? More importantly, would it be wise to release them even if they did?
As Jal deliberated upon what to do… even finding himself wishing that he wasn’t alone and that one of the others were here to help… he came to the realization that Wynter didn’t seem to be affected by that odd, summoning vortex… “If I free them, my love,” he said at last, turning his eyes to the girl, “they will only be pulled higher into the tower. Ushered up into Iuz-only-knows what might await… do you not feel it calling, dear girl?”
((OOC: Okay.. first thought was “do what Wynter wants” and free the spirits, but Jal’s not sure that loosing the bonds is wise, for one, and, furthermore, is very curious as to why Wynter doesn’t seem to be affected by the “wind”… Now, I think, Wynter’s reply may determine the next coruse of action for our creepy little spellbinder… I’m also assuming that Jal is unaware of what’s transpiring with Arien and the rest… edits as necessary.  ))
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 15:10:04.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Hmmmm...
I guess, if I went by personality, I'd probably be a dog (a big doofus of a dog, kind of like mine)... Looks wise? I'm gonna go with weasel. 
Posted on 2007-03-19 at 13:29:53.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: Hmmm...
...I'm gonna take a wild stab and guess Raistlin?
No... that's not it... 
I'm stumped...
Posted on 2007-03-17 at 13:36:41.
Edited on 2007-03-17 at 14:10:40 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Tale of the Wishgranter
Subject: Finally got this scanned...
...some of you have been waiting for this, i know, so, without any further adieu...
I present our lovely Wishgranter
Posted on 2007-03-17 at 13:34:08.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: For me...just a little
...read a few bits and pieces regarding Ravenloft but have no idea about the answer to that one.
I'm sure that someone around here knows the answer, though. Anyone?
Posted on 2007-03-17 at 12:33:38.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: ???
What command do you give your dog when you want him to make you a microwave burrito?
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Not fit for human consumption.
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 21:09:01.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: not a type of vote
biscuit
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 21:04:32.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Oh sure... make me fight the stars alone!
I'm goin' for Leo, first!
^ ATOMS Bomb
< ATOMS God
V ATOMS Split
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 21:01:42.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: I've got just enough...
...rope...
...to hang myself with (as usual).
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 20:57:28.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: She's still young...
...and has yet to attain the level of awareness at which appreciation of mustard is acquired. Patience, Grasshopper... one must learn to ketchup before one can grey poupon!
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 20:53:39.
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Topic: What would you do with a million pounds?
Subject: Ooooh!
I'd buy New Carlisle, fence it off, secede from the Union, become declared a sovreign nation, and dub myself Eol; Monarch Supreme of the Kingdom of Longpost *insert fanfare of kazoos here*.
A good and wise king, would I be... well, okay, maybe not so wise, but I would be a fun king!
What? You disagree?
Off wif' 'er earlobes then!!! You'll look awful funny tryin' ta put on yer ear-bobs now, won't ya? Not so blinkin' attractive when yer hoopty-hoops're stuffed in yer heary-hole, is it? huh? ANSWER ME!!!!
Okay, maybe not so fun, either... but the news would be good EVERY GOLDING DAY!!!
ooo... shiny thing....
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 20:50:44.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: *dies*
ROFLMAO at "the misunderstanding"... Oh man, that hurt!
I think I peed a little.
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 20:41:08.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Not a problem, Fan....
...I've been corrupted more than once, myself. 
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 19:45:24.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: LOL Corn is like bookmarks in yer poo!!!
Granted... it is Miller time! Kamala Miller, ATOMS programmer... welcome back to the project, Fuby!
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I wish that I could reach the shiny thing without having to touch the turd!
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 19:36:13.
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Topic: It drives me crazy !!
Subject: Fort Plain?!?!
Hey! I know where that is... just east of Utica, right? hehehe... My family tree's got it's roots firmly planted in Upstate NY, too, Jozan... up near Canton in a little one stopsign town called Russell...
it drives me crazy that I don't get there more often than I do. 
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 19:33:21.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted...
Your feet feel both Good and Perfect, but, since neither one of them know you that well, they both file sexual harassment charges against you and your feet end up serving 5 to 10 years a piece in the graybar hotel getting felt by Bubba and Tank.
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I wish I could think of something to wish for....
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 19:28:05.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: o.O
poo flinging animosity
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 19:17:26.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: But...
...I'm not done gettin' it dirty yet! Can I wash it out with Jell-O instead?
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 14:42:08.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: *blink-blink-blink*
I'll...uhhh... I'll be in my bunk....
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 12:19:46.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ~~~~
around the bend
Posted on 2007-03-15 at 19:18:19.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Stealth magic?! Oooh! pick me! Pick me!!!
"'Fore we go knockin' down da doors, makin' a rucko', need t' ask da tree o' yous if'n ya 'ave any scryin' magic t' see beyon' da door." Char paused, blinked, and then said, "Well, do ya?"
Jal had been studying the room and, had he been called on to admit it, marveling at the accuracy of Gwanelle’s arcane reproduction of it days earlier, and it took him a moment to register the question that had been asked. The strange mold pattern on that wall and the obvious state of disrepair of those doors along the southern corridor had also set his mind to wondering – especially given the near overpowering scent of pine in the place – what, other than imperials and sorcerers, might be lurking in this place. Oddly enough, though, there were still no spirits wandering about as he might have expected… not even Wynter…
"Reconnaissance was never my forte,” Adrian seemed to be loathe to even suggest subtlety, “I do have the means to detect any traces of the Reds beyond there. One moment."
The urchin mage watched as Valentine traced out a detect magic spell then, as he waited to hear what his haughty counterpart might have to report, he turned his gaze to Char and the rest. “I have no way of seeing beyond the door from here,” he said quietly, “but I belive I can get past it without needing it to be opened…” His ice-hued eyes flicked back to Adrian for an instant, still waiting for any reports of power that he may have detected. “…And I should be able to inform you of whatever lies beyond, magical or no.”
((OOC: Assuming no objections and perhaps even a “go ahead” and also that Adrian’s detect magic spell doesn’t reveal anything that would make this an obviously bad idea…))
Jal nodded and drew in an almost tentative breath as he scrutinized the door, searching for the slightest gap and deciding which of them he might best utilize. One hand dipped into his pack and, even as his lips moved to begin the incantation, drew out a bit of gauze and a small piece of paper. He stuffed the guaze into a hole in his tattered cloak and quickly struck the bit of paper between thumb and forefinger as if he were snapping his fingers. The flashpaper hissed and disappeared into a wisp of smoke and it was into those curling tendrils that the Spellbinder scribed the gestures that completed the Wraithform spell… he shuddered (almost visibly) as his form shifted from the corporeal to ethereal, making him as intangible as the spirits that he often spoke with. Now unhindered by the constraints of physical form Jal Spellbinder nodded his ghostly head at the rest and disappeared through the narrow space between the door and its jamb….
((OOC: Yay! I’m useful!  …. Okay, wraithform and through the door… Jal will scout the passages/rooms beyond for as far as he thinks is practical, then return and inform the others of his findings…))
Posted on 2007-03-15 at 14:19:27.
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Topic: The Tale of the Wishgranter
Subject: A couple more that I have handy...
I knew I had this one hanging out in a folder somewhere! Considering that it was supposed to be little more than a "rough sketch" whe I started it, this is probably one of my favorite pics of ol' Farseer. Inspired by Eol's entrance into Tildren's camp.
And... just cuz I found it... here's the "unobstructed" Map of Rilshen.
Posted on 2007-03-14 at 16:01:00.
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Topic: The Tale of the Wishgranter
Subject: Actually...
...I did the pic of Eol and Gwindor before we even left TOCO to go over and do ATOMS - so that's been, what, 3 or 4 years, now? - around the time that I first came to the Inn and originally began posting the Tale, anyway. I didn't composite it with the map until a year or two ago, though.
Posted on 2007-03-14 at 14:53:08.
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