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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Update 01
So I've updated. It isn't as much as I would have liked but hopefully you can work with it.
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 13:30:05.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: Update 01
Ghost
Longchester Hospital for the Insane
The girl smiled, as if she had made a friend. "My name is Annabell," she said friendly. "Annabell Holms, but my friends call me Annie." She continued drawing her picture, but this time she focused on it completely and looked away from the corner she had been fixated on. Once finished, she hung the picture up on the wall where dozens of other pictures hung already. The wall was nearly full and it was not easy to find a good spot for the wolf she had drawn.
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Doctor Einhart finished his tour of the hospital with a visit to the girl named Annabell. After that he returned to his new office. He thought the place was horrible. Perhaps that was the reason he was sent here; to straighten things up. He sat down by his table and started looking over some files. Without much thought he had taken Annabell's files to look at first.
Vampire
Prince's Palace
The Prince listened to the two Mekhets' answers, and she was pleased, but their questions irritated her a little bit. "Do not bother me with questions, my kin. Archer Herst will give you the answers and resources you need." As she said this she signaled her servant to show them out.
"This way, gentlemen," the servant said and signaled them towards the door.
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Archer Herst was waiting outside of the palace. "Get into the car. We've got work to do." Since the car was neither big nor fancy, one could hardly say that comfort came first inside it. Those sitting in the back would have to squeeze and the one sitting in the passenger-seat would have make do with a broken safety-belt.
"The vampire is unknown so far. Nobody seems to recognize him or know anything about him. So far we know that he is strong and pretty fast but he is working too much in the open. He is old-fashioned, just under six feet tall and is most probably a Nosferatu judging from his appearance. He was last seen in the Havens while you were talking with her Highness." Herst wasn't driving very fast, much like if he was not in much of a hurry to get where they were going. Furthermore, they did not seem to be going to the Havens.
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 13:28:30.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Ehm...
Vorrioch, I'd say that Hiram could not possess someone to affect or view that person's dreams. Perhaps there would be another Numen that could do that.
Jenth, I like your post. I specially noticed the Ordul part which I bet is supposed to be the Ordo Dracul, but sounds like a personal shortening or something 
Loved that.
Note that speaking to the Prince without being spoken too would normally be considered an insult, but seeing as it was all compliments on her beauty I'm letting you get away with it (you are lucky that she loves compliments on her looks). Just keep in mind that the vampiric nobles at least don't like it normally unless from another noble.
I'm giving you two a bonus point each for good posts. Syanide, you'll have work a little harder on your posts. I know I didn't give you much to work with and I am sorry about that; I was very distracted while writing the vampire part. But spelling and more description would improve your posts a lot.
I'm going to update tomorrow (Sunday) around noon GMT, or Monday, so if you want to change your posts you can do so until then.
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 01:45:29.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: pondering
I'm thinking about giving you another freebie (since it is very difficult to play a ghost, I can imagine).
For every success you get on the roll you can utter a single sentence and an exceptional success (5+ successes) allows you to speak pretty much freely for the rest of the scene. I will however judge how many sentences Hiram speaks. In the case of your post you got three successes and could thus speak three sentences for this scene. Hiram however spoke two sentences by my opinion ("My name’s Hiram," is one and "I used to be a doctor here a long time ago" is another sentence) so you have one sentence left.
Is this a boon or would you prefer having it the other way (in which case I'll count it as a single sentence)?
Posted on 2007-11-17 at 14:30:15.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Ghost Speech
Vorrioch, your Ghost Speech roll succeeded with three successes. Liked your post btw 
Posted on 2007-11-17 at 13:56:19.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: GAME STARTED!
The game has started, so get your behinds to the Gaming thread and start posting!
Posted on 2007-11-17 at 02:04:35.
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Topic: What Dreams Become
Subject: What Dreams Become
This is a World of Darkness game. Only players are allowed to post in this thread. If you are interested in becoming a player, check out the recruiting thread. Lurkers are welcome.
Ghost
Longchester Hospital for the Insane
The weather was not exactly horrible when Doctor Frederick Einhart parked his car outside of Longchester Hospital for the Insane on his first day as the man in charge. No, the weather was rather gloomy. Gray and empty of any emotions. Not exactly bad, but far from being good. The morning was cloudy and Doctor Einhart walked for the first time into the building that housed the town’s greatest lunatics.
Doctor Einhart walked through the plain white hallways with the attitude fitting a doctor in his position. This job may not have been the best one a man with his education could have had; in fact it was a step down from his previous position in Berlin. How on earth he ended in this hell-hole was a mystery to him. It just somehow happened all of the sudden. But it did not mean that he should not act like the boss that he was. Despite his attempts, he still looked old and fragile.
“Good morning, love.” The nurse in charge of this hospital greeted Doctor Einhart much the same way she would have greeted anyone else. “I’m afraid visiting hours won’t start for another three hours.”
Doctor Einhart did not like this casual treatment of the nurse. He could not really blame her since they had never met before and there was no real way she could possibly have recognized him. There was just something about this place in general that irritated him. The way that the nurse spoke, her choice of words, her flaming red hair and lipstick to match, even her fat figure irritated him. That woman was simply irritating.
“I am not hier to visit anyvan,” he said in a distinct German accent. “I am Doctor Frederick Einhart, the new doctor in charge of thees place.”
“Oh, right,” the woman said in her lively voice. “They said you might pop up today. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Fred. I’m Rosie. Would you like me to show you around.”
The doctor was insulted, but Rosie had a knack for not seeing anger in people’s faces. “I vould very much like you to refer to me as Doctor Einhart. And yes, I vould like you to show me vhere my office is.” Rosie smiled, only to reveal slightly crooked and yellow teeth. Frederick felt like this day was getting worse every minute. No wonder his predecessor killed himself.
Rosie showed Doctor Einhart to his office. It was almost as small as a closet crammed with filecabinets, a desk, some books on shelves and some books not on shelves, one chair on either side of the desk, a dried up plant on the desk and a light stretched out from the ceiling. Doctor Einhart noticed how the light was stretched further from the ceiling than it should (he had an eye for such things). “Poor Tom hung himself from there. He was a bit heavy though; they say that his toes were touching the floor when they found him. No one has bothered fixing it, I’m afraid.”
Rosie then continued showing “Fred” around the hospital. She showed him the lounge where there was mostly just open space, some tables and stools, barred windows and an old record player playing classical music. “Some of these people won’t ever sleep,” she said, “and even become hostile if we try to force them, so we figured that we could keep them here to better watch them. We can’t afford sedating all of them every night. One would think that this town cared enough about the insane that they would give us more funds for sedatives and such”
The tour continued until they came to the room of a certain girl. When Doctor Einhart looked into the room he saw the girl, perhaps about 15-18 years old, sitting in the middle of the room and staring at nothing while drawing a picture on a piece of paper. She did not smile, but it was almost as if she was looking at something specific.
“Vat is vrong vith her?” Doctor Einhart asked with the voice of an interested man. “Is she van of those suffering from insomnia?” Although Doctor Einhart was a doctor, he was also a man. A very sick, old man to be exact. He did not care as much about the girl’s problems as he cared about the girl. His job often required him to work late and once he had finished his work for the day he often needed to relieve himself of some stress. A man in his position, with clear access to sedatives, rarely found that to be a problem.
“That is our jewel,” Rosie said, almost as if she cared about the girl. “Her name is Annabell Holms. She’s 16 years old and has been with us for most of the past ten years. She started suffering from bad dreams when she was about five years old and she pretty much stopped sleeping by the age of six. She’s been in and out of hospital, meeting with doctors and what not since then. Last year she was put in for closer observations. She sleeps from time to time, but most of the time she experiences those nightmares. Would you like to meet her?”
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Annabell sat in the middle of her room. She was drawing a picture on a piece of paper she had on the floor in front of her, but she wasn’t looking at her drawing but kept her eyes fixed on the empty corner of her room. The door opened and two figures walked in but Annabell did not look away from the corner. She heard a distant voice that she recognized as one of the nurses, Rosie. “Hi, Annie. I brought someone who’d really like to meet you.”
“What is your name?” Annabell said without looking away from the corner or stop drawing her picture. The man replied in a distinct German accent but no less distant than Rosie’s voice. “Mein name is Doctor Frederick Einhart. Und vat are you drawing there, Annie?”
She did not look away from the corner and kept on drawing with her Cryons. “It is what I dreamt last night,” she said, “but I wasn’t asking you. I was asking him.” Again, Annabell could hear Rosie’s distant voice talking. “Honey, there’s nobody there,” said Rosie’s voice. Annabell could hear them talking some more about the pictures she had already drawn, hung up on the walls of her room. Then she could hear them leave the room and Annabell continued drawing the big wolf from her dream.
“What is your name?” she said and waited for Hiram to reply.
Vampire
Prince’s Palace
The nights of Longchester were growing longer as the winter became ever closer. The rain kept falling as if God had ordered another flood. It kept most of the living inside at home, but the dead had business to attend to this evening. The Prince of Longchester herself had called for two of the town’s damned. Both were of the same clan and both had reputation in this town. That reputation was the reason why the Prince had called for them and not somebody else.
The Sheriff of the Longchester’s vampire society himself was sent to fetch the two Mekhet. Archer Herst had a reputation among the damned. He had been one of the former Sheriff’s Hounds and back then he had already gotten the reputation of being a brute without mercy. It wasn’t as much as Archer’s nature, it was just something he was good at. Once the old Sheriff disappeared, Archer was given his job.
Truth be told, Archer hated his job. Even more so, he hated this job. Standing in the rain waiting for one of those Mekhets to show his face. It was not the kind of activity he had intended to do this night. He was hoping to sit alone in his office and read a good book. He did not want to stand outside the Purple Tulip dance club and wait for some lackey to come along. Yet still he did. If the Prince asked for something, the Prince would get it. Those who dared say no rarely got out of the Palace again.
“Finally,” he said as the Mekhet approached. “I’ve been waiting for you. The Prince has sent for you.”
The ride back was silent. No one spoke, and if the Mekhet asked anything the Sheriff didn’t answer. They arrived to the Prince’s Palace where Archer Herst showed them into the waiting-room. The waiting room was big, considering that no one else was waiting to see the Prince. There was only dim lighting in there and from time to time the Mekhets could see someone walking into the waiting-room, grabbing something and walking back out. The two Mekhets waited in there for well over three hours and no one let them in.
Finally, the door into the audience hall opened and a figure walked out. The figure did not speak but signalled the two Mekhets to enter into the audience hall. The two Mekhets had already seen the audience hall before, although it had changed a lot since they saw it the first time. The hall was large, with enough room for two dozen people standing in there without being crammed inside. The tapestry that once hung on the walls when the Mekhets came here first had been replaced by paintings of various people.
On the opposide end of the hall sat Prince Amanda Christian in her throne. The Prince of Longchester was a very beautiful woman. In fact she was so beautiful that very few could keep their eyes from her. Her dress expressed her slim figure. Her hair was long and fair, and her left eye was green and her right was brown. Her voice was like a melody as she spoke with her fair voice.
“Welcome, my kin,” she said and the two Mekhet could feel her voice sting with a pleasant pain. “I have summoned the two of you because I am in need of your service. The Masquerade is threatened and I need the two of you to deal with the problem. A vampire has been seen using his Disciplines openly in town and that can not be tolorated. So far he has not used his Disciplines in front of many witnesses, but this must be stopped before that happens.
“You will be given what resources you need to complete the task and once you are finished you will report back to me immediately.”
Her voice was a melody, her voice was a pleasant pain, and the Mekhets knew that she would destroy them if they would not obey.
“What are your answers? Will you accept this assignment?”
Posted on 2007-11-17 at 01:56:36.
Edited on 2007-12-04 at 17:40:41 by Skari-dono
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Sorry guys
I did some more pondering and this is what I figured: I'm in too many games. I'm a player in Almerin's Chakran Portal, starting a WoD game here at the Inn, and I am a part of two gaming groups outside the Inn. Too make bad things worse, things are getting more difficult at school with more assignments and upcoming exams.
I'm just not sure if I have the time to be in this Trek game, even though I would like to. The decision is not final, but I am thinking about dropping this game. I am really sorry, but I'd rather do it before I start than afterwards when I would leave things hanging.
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 21:58:45.
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Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: meh, what the heck...
After some pondering I've decided to report for duty, preferably as Chief of Security for Cerberus. I don't have a character concept ready and I doubt I will finish the character tonight. I'll ponder some more about that tomorrow and PM you once ready.
Be warned though, I don't know much about Trek so much of what I write might seem out of place. Most of what I know is based on what you've written so far and I hope that's enough to qualify for the job.
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 22:39:06.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Ready to go!
Just received the third character so we can start this little game on Saturday as planned if Gods permit.
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 15:06:46.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: I've always liked good jokes
^ Still hasn't finished his character for a WoD game
< Is still waiting for said character to be finished
V Only eats the white part of eggs
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 00:37:22.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 00:37:57 by Skari-dono
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Longchester updates
Here's a little something to keep you occupied until the game starts. Every time I create something new for Longchester, be it a list or a map or something else entirely, I'll update this post with these informations.
I am currently working on a district map and info maps for Longchester. They are nearly finished and I'll post a link to them here once they are ready. I could of course post the maps here, but they are so big that it would be more practical I think if I wouldn't.
I have finished writing down information about Longchester legends. Vampires, Werewolves, Mages and what-not have their own views on these legends which are not posted here. I'll send those views to every player playing a character belonging to a certain group of supernaturals, so the players playing vampires will get the Vampires' views PMed to them etc. There are also more information about the people and places of Longchester. These information are known by any common man living in the town.
The district map.
The info maps:
Human/Ghost
Longchester is full of life (amazingly enough) and legends. Because Longchester’s legends play a big part in this game, players should know a little something about these legends.
Scarecrow is the most renowned and oldest legend in Longchester. He has disappeared and resurfaced again and again. The legend says that where the Fieldriver district is there was once a large corn field (hence the name Fieldriver) owned by a farmer. Although it was a very big field, only one scarecrow served the duty of holding the crows away and for unknown reasons that was all that took for the whole field. Some stories say that the farmer had killed his wife, chopped her up and hid in the scarecrow, while other say that the scarecrow was only dressed in the clothes the farmer’s brother was murdered in. When the farmer died the town bought the field and created the Fieldriver district on that very spot, in honor of the farmer some say. But from that day people have gone missing in the district, and few turned up with great cuts. Few who walked there by night say they have smelled decay and soil at the exact same moment as they have felt great chills through their spines. One version of the story says that the Scarecrow haunts the streets of the district because he knows that the town’s council poisoned the farmer to get the field to build on, while another says that the farmer’s wife animates the Scarecrow in search of her murderous husband.
The Fieldriver holds another legend, namely the legend of the Fieldriver Lady. Not as big of a legend as the Scarecrow, but well known among the older generations. The Fieldriver Lady died in this district shortly after it was made. During the WWI, a woman fell in love with a soldier but her heart broke when she got news of his death. Being alone and heartbroken drove her mad for weeks before she finally took her own life in the river that runs by the district and gives it its name. Ever since, the Fieldriver Lady can be heard if you stand by the river. Some have even claimed to have seen her. It is said that if you are unlucky enough to see her, she will either seduce you to share her fate in the river or else drive you insane.
The Longchester Hospital for the Insane holds one legend. After it closed down it was inhabitated mostly by junkies and addicts who claim they saw a ghost of a doctor. For obvious reasons these stories were mostly dismissed, but the legend of the Demon of Longchester Asylum lived on. He is said to have been an insane murderer who made needless operations on his patients. It is said that when they finally got the evidence to lock him up he suddenly burst into flames and died with a grin that haunted the dreams of every policeman at the scene until they were driven insane and committed suicide one by one. Since the Asylum reopened just recently due to overcrowding in the town's primary hospital, more and more of the patients have claimed to see “the unseen doctor”. One thing is for certain: not everybody is happy about that place being open again, legend or no legend.
The Lonchester Beast is only just a recent legend. Handful of people have claimed to have seen a wolf-like creature standing up on its hind legs in the woods, and some say they have seen it in the alleys or even the streets. Since they have only seen glimpses of this creature, and it has never been captured, the stories have mostly been dismissed. Regardless, more citizens of Longchester have heard the beast’s howls in the middle of the night than have actually claimed to have seen it.
The is a story told by the children in the Havens (another district). The story has usually been told by a friend to a friend of a friend. No parent knows why this story hasn’t yet died out, since no grownup tells this story to another. The story is about the Doll, a child-like thing made of wood and cloth. The story has its similarities with the story of Pinocchio, but with much darker tone. The most famous version of the story, that which most children know, is that a woman once wanted a child very bad so one night she kidnapped a child from her street. But the child did not want to stay with the woman, and when the wailing and the crying became too loud, the woman accidentally struck the child too hard. When the boy (sometimes it’s a girl) didn’t wake up again she didn’t know what to do except to make him into a doll. But before the doll could wake up, the police found out what she had done and arrested her. The doll woke up but his mother was not there. Time passed and his mother never came. New people moved into the house so he had to hide. And those people moved out and others moved in, but the doll hid and waited for the mother that never came. The children in the Havens say they can sometimes hear the doll call for his mother, but the grownups say they can’t hear it. They are just too afraid to admit it.
There are several people and places in Longchester that the PCs should know.
First, there is the mayor, James Fairhaven. He boasts about being the last descendant of Abraham Fairhaven, the “town’s greatest benefactor” who saw to it that most of the town was actually built, such as the Fieldriver district and the Longchester Hospital for the Insane. There are stories about him taking bribes and frequently visiting an unauthorized brothel in the Fieldriver district (which is the sole reason why that place has never been closed down).
Scarlett Hearts is said brothel. The place is run by an old woman who is named Gwendolen Thatcher, also known as Baba Yaga, although that nickname has never been an insult to her. Dirty officials can be found there, if anywhere. Baba Yaga knowns whom to bring to the brothel and the right discount to avoid being shut down. Baba’s girls will serve any man, woman and beast (metaphorically speaking... of course).
Longchester Hospital for the Insane, also called Longchester Asylum, has only just reopened thanks to Mayor Fairhaven (some say he did it through bribes). Although only recently reopened, it is now home to all the biggest looneys of town. Some say they have seen horrible monsters in the night, others suffer from severe insomnia. Some things that have been seen, unlikely as it may sound, hold more truth than others suspect. The new head-doctor of the Asylum is Frederick Einhart, only just arrived after his predecessor hung himself in his office a week ago.
Longchester University is one of the proudest in England. The new dorms and the new south wing is only part of what the town’s expenses have been put into (while the Fieldriver district is as bad as ever). The Lonchester Uni’s greatest possession is the Longchester Library which Chancellor Samuel Holms has personally gathered most books for. Chancellor Holms prides his university for having some of the oldest books and tomes ever available in a British university, some with well over 1000 years old texts. Most of the original of the oldest books are only to be displayed and exhibitions are held occasionally. Most of the texts have been rewritten for better access by students, so they can read what the old tomes say without actually having to open the real tomes. Characters get a +3 bonus on any Mental Skill rolls while researching in this library.
Posted on 2007-11-14 at 16:56:06.
Edited on 2007-11-17 at 13:38:34 by Skari-dono
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: ONLY CHANGE ONE LETTER!!!
so I am saying...
loop
Posted on 2007-11-13 at 19:31:15.
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Topic: What’s Your Favourite Edition?
Subject: The surest thing
Money is their native language.
Posted on 2007-11-13 at 17:47:40.
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Topic: What’s Your Favourite Edition?
Subject: Yes but...
That is true. Most of 4th edition will be available for your laptop, but the CDs come with the core books to begin with. You need to buy the books to get the CDs is what I've heard.
I won't buy 4th edition. I'll check it out if I know someone who'll get it, but where is the fun if you don't roll the dice yourself? And what about fudging the dice (or whatever it is called)? If you want the players to succeed in killing the guard, you can't change the outcome of the diceroller in the game in 4th ed. I sometimes do this to make things more interesting. Sometimes I want them to find the hidden passage or defeat the guard in order to get to the big bad, but I don't see how WotC are going to make that possible when I'm using a bloody program to do the rolls and apply the outcomes for me.
Posted on 2007-11-13 at 15:54:49.
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Topic: GMs: Tips and Tools of the Trade
Subject: GMs: Tips and Tools of the Trade
Some GMs play music, others dampen the lights. Some use props, others wear props. How do you make your game more enjoyable?
I've tried few things. I have used props, I have dampen the lights for a game of Vampire the Masquerade (we played by candle-light) and recently I've started using both music and my battle-mat. Music gets you into the feel, and the battle-mat really just does what it is supposed to do. Of all the things I have tried, the props have been least successful.
For a short adventure that is primary meant just to play something, I found that quick thinking and making things up as they went on surprisingly successful. This one time I was GMing and was really unprepared (I thought we were going to play something else) so I made something up as the adventure progressed. It was one of the most enjoyed games I've GMed, mostly because how random it was. The minotaur turned female and the group was chased out of Goodmen Country (which was at war with Evilmen Country). Lot of funs.
This is the chance for some of you more experienced GMs to pass on your wisdom to those who are less experienced. What can be done to make the gaming experience even more fun?
Posted on 2007-11-11 at 16:24:20.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Like I said...
I thought I might be blind to these things 
(can't believe I forgot that)
Posted on 2007-11-10 at 14:01:35.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: An Idea!
May be there and I'm just blind for those sorts of things, but I thing it would be helpful to be able to write a new message straight from the Message Box. I.e. I go to the inbox and there I can click a "write new message" or something like that instead of actually looking up the guy I want to send a message to, click his name and then click the part where I want to send him a message. It would just be simpler the other way I think.
And don't be insulted if I don't give you a prize Olan. I would give you a +6 Pepsi-Bottle of Emptiness if I knew where to send it
Posted on 2007-11-10 at 13:41:30.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: ...
Vidar listened to the Skum shaman as he told the story. That bearded man must have been his grandfather. There had never been any word of his grandfather's fate and hearing this story filled the young Khord's heart with pride. That his own kin could have such impact on this society was wonderful news to him.
“You, me and us must make a plan now.”
Vidar looked up from his thoughts and at Glurblusius. "Yes," he said distracted. "Yes, of course. We should do that. I would like to hear what you suggest as I am not very familiar with this beast."
Posted on 2007-11-09 at 21:35:35.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: Wow
Gosh darn it Olan. I'm missing word to say how cute your kid is
Posted on 2007-11-09 at 16:39:34.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: .
Great updates Olan. You deserve a prize
...I'm not going to give it to you though...
Posted on 2007-11-09 at 16:13:07.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: THANKS!!
Thanks a bunch man! 
I'm now down to 1 message
Posted on 2007-11-08 at 18:41:31.
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Handy
You know what would be really handy?
If I could somehow select the PMs I want to delete from a list and delete them all at once. My mailbox is piling up to nearly 100 messages and I'm not really looking forward to clicking on the "delete" thing 95 times.
Sooo... yeah. It would be handy I think.
Posted on 2007-11-08 at 17:33:12.
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Reserved for Player
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Posted on 2007-11-08 at 17:16:16.
Edited on 2007-11-13 at 21:25:06 by Skari-dono
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Topic: What Dreams Become - Q/A
Subject: Syanide's character:
Name: Syanide
Player: Syanide
Concept: assassin...thief.... informant
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: greed
Clan:Mekhet
Covenant:Invictus
Attributes (5/4/3):
Mental: 3
Intelligence 2
Wits 3
Resolve 1
Physical: 5
Strength 3
Dexterity 3
Stamina 2
Social: 4
Presence 1
Manipulation 3
Composure 3
Skills (11/7/4):
Mental:
Academics
Investigation 2
Occult 2
Physical:
Athletics 1
Brawl 1
Drive 1
Firearms 2
Larceny 1
Stealth 2
Survival 1
Weaponry 2
Social:
Animal Ken
Intimidation 3
Persuasion 2
Streetwise 1
Subterfuge 1
Merits:
allies (police) 4
contacts 3
status (covenent) 3
Flaws (optional):
Disciplines:
Celerity 2
Obsfurate 1
Auspex 0
Blood Potency: 1
Vitae/per turn: 10/1
Health: 7
Willpower: 4
Defense: 3
Size: 5
Speed: 11
Humanity: 6
Posted on 2007-11-08 at 17:16:01.
Edited on 2008-04-19 at 22:48:52 by Skari-dono
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