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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: ...
Loda snapped back into attention as she watched her poor companion suffer from the attack. She gripped her fists and decided to cast a spell, a flaming sphere. She spoke the words and summoned a fiery ball, and commanded it to attack the bear, along with Gothard. She took out her axe and shield, and gripped its leathery handle tight, keeping it in hand as she struck out at the bear with it, along with the fiery ball attacking again and Gothard too. Hopefully the bear will fall sooner than they all expect it to.
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 20:59:54.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: .
whoa whoa there, please dont kill off Loda just yet. Sorry my leave of absense, but A lot of ' end of the quarter' projects sprang up for psychology and english, and college regristration and open houses are all one after the other so I have been really busy. Also my Government teacher enrolled us into some stupid debate/questionier thing that we need to study for. But now that the first weeks or so of these things have gone by, I can get back to posting. I really dont wanna see this game die, Loda still has a few things to iron out! I will post either tommorrow or later on today.
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 10:54:19.
Edited on 2007-10-24 at 10:56:57 by Jozan1
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: .
I have an idea as a distracgtion. Draven can wear the ring of magehand, and use the light source magical thing we have. Draven can use the mage hand ring to make the little light source thing float around the room. Maybe that could get the bears attention. Who knows, maybe you can use the ring to toss other stuff around. isnt it a 15 lb. limit?
Posted on 2007-09-23 at 13:43:00.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: .
Loda looked at Draven who recited his plan. There was only one thing she could see wrong with it.
" Draven, I know you are willing to sacrifice yourself to keep the rest of us alive and fit to fight these bear-beasts, but do you have to do it so early? From what Thondrek said, theres atleast two inclding the queen, but what if theres more? So even if our plan goes as we want, what will happen after we kill the one or two bears, and your locked inside, probably dead? I dont think anyone else wants to sacrifice themselves as quickly as you want to, so my question is just what do we do after the first attack? I think we should just make sure to get one bear, and have everyone outside. And even if we do get two, maybe we can get them to fight eachother or something like that. Who knows, it could happen."
Posted on 2007-09-19 at 14:21:45.
Edited on 2007-09-19 at 14:25:25 by Jozan1
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: ;
sounds good, I will use Loda as a buffer/offensive magic dealer, but when I run out, I'll switch to fighter mode. those levels in fighter arent going to be unused in this battle. I like the idea of drawing one out at a time, and it is the best thing to do, so just as long as we do that, I think we can handle this.
Posted on 2007-09-19 at 14:16:57.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms (Mature)
Subject: .
Taklinn looked about in his ice prison, and closed his eyes in a moment of silence for the frozen dead around him that had suffered the same fate. But it was hard to concentrate, the fall doing more damage than he though. As he quited down he could hear the roars and screams of pain and battle, and he quickly drew his axe, and then brought his shield out. He slowly made his way down the only exit out of hear, down the dark path of who knows what. Atleast this will give him something to keep his mind off of, and vent his anger of these damned orcs. So in he went, deeper into his supposed grave.
Posted on 2007-09-10 at 21:31:56.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: .
ok heres a spell list:
Spells Per Day
0-4
1-3
2-2
0: Light, Resistance, Read Magic, Mending, Guidance, Flare, Detect Magic, Create Water
1: Cure Light Wounds x2, Entangle, Faerie Fire, Produce Flame x2
2: Flaming Sphere x2, Bark Skin, Bulls Strength, Bears Endurance, Summon Natures Ally II x2, Spider Climb
Posted on 2007-09-09 at 23:54:20.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: .
Loda waited outside with the others. Thondrek had been in there for a while and now was wondering if he was ever going to get out. But as soon as those thoughts came into her head, a faint clicking sound could be heard and the doors flew open, but nothing was there. Moments later Thondrek appeared, his spell washing away from him.
She and the others listened to his story about what he had seen, and was feeling two emotions right now, but one more prominent than the other. Anger, and resentment. Resentment for the fact that these poor bears were mutated and changed beyond saving, and anger for these beasts to destroy such a great place, and to even exists in the natural world, even though they were once normal. That was the way of nature, unfair and unforgiving. These bears lives were given to them throughh birth, and now they were going to be taken away, just because someone or something had to mess with life. These things had to be killed, or risk infecting the rest of the forest.
“We cannot be certain there are no survivors. There might still be information to be found, and indeed, those two bears need to be put out of our misery. I’m going to enter the tower, but I cannot ask you to join me. If you do, it will speak for your bravery and I will be eternally grateful. But you do realize these are no normal bears. I have heard stories of this affliction, and if they were able to lay down a tower full of wizards…. you get my point. Are you with me?”
Loda looked at the Bladesinger, then Gothard. They both stared at eachother for a moment, and knew what they both needed to do.
" Lady Quilanday, I will join you in defeating these beasts. I cannot let them foul up the land with there infection upon the land. Even if I fall, my god will know it was for a good cause that any druid would take up the moment they get. Gothard and I will be at your side, either slaying these beasts, or being apart of their nests."
Loda looked at Gothard, and him back at her. She took out her ale skin, but not just any. A very fine, aged skin, meant for the best of times, and this was as good as any.
" Well old friend" Loda said with a smile, " I cant think of any better situation. Heres to it." She raised the flask and sipped slowly from it, drinking and savouring the home brewed ale. She parted it from her mouth, and happily let Gothard lap up as much as he wanted. With a mere mouthful left in the skin, she returned it.
" We'll save that for when we walk out of this place, just to make sure we're not dead."
She looked back at Quilanday, and her group, waiting for what the rest of them will decide upon.
(Almerin, i'll get ya a spell list that I will have prepared.)
Posted on 2007-09-09 at 23:29:54.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: /
sry sry, my laptop died, again. I have, once again, limited access to a computer. I'll get a post in right now. Now, you said you wanted a spell, spider climb i think? I skimmed through the qna and seen JOZAN a lot lol. I'll look at my spells and see what I can do.
I just looked at the last time I gave Almerin a spell list, and it was this.
Lodas spells:
0: Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Cure Minor Wounds, Resistance, Read Magic
1: Cure Light wounds x2, Speak With Animals, Produce Flame, Charm animal, Calm animal, Detect animals or Plants
2:Hold animal, flaming sphere, Delay poison, Animal Trance
Spells Per Day:
0: 4
1: 3
Now if Almerin will let me redo my spells, assuming I studied some other things between killing the badger and now, I could be more of a help. But If not, then I am stuck with talkin for animals, until i have another chance to replenish my spells.
Posted on 2007-08-27 at 00:21:17.
Edited on 2007-08-27 at 00:25:30 by Jozan1
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms (Mature)
Subject: .
Pain. Suffering. Torture. These things and many more were all Taklinn knew for the past year. But Taklinn was a dwarf. and not just any dwarf, he was an arctic dwarf. He faced the harshest of winters beyond anyones imaginations. These orcs were not going to break his spirits. These orcs were only doing one thing. Fueling his rage. The longer that they kept this up, the deeper his hatred got for orcs. But not just any orcs, orcs of the Blood Eye Clan.
These orcs only wanted one thing. To know how to get into a dwarven hold. He had only been into one dwarven hold, and that was the one he had hailed from. Iceflow. Regardless though, he did not want to give the orcs the idea that he did not know. He wanted to show the orcs that dwarves were better in all aspects to orcs, and that he would never give in. So for a year, they tortured him, plucked out his eyes and healed them back with there shamanistic power, lopped off his arms and healed them back on. It continued like this for a year, but nothing could last forever.
It had been days since he had been let out of this box. He cramped up in his legs, but he did not whine or speak a word. To give these orcs the satisfaction of torturing him would be worse than anything else.
The lid was opened, light pouring into his coffin, eyes squinting and looking up into the face of an ugly green face. He thought for a moment, and wondered if he had seen this face before. Out of the many faces that had tortured him for months, this one was very memorable. And also he had an offer.
“I am Gu’nark, son to the chief of the Blood Eye Clan. You dwarf have killed many of my warriors and endured more than any I have ever seen. Do not think my kind without compassion. I will give you a chance to win your freedom back. This war has carried on a long time, and my men require entertainment to keep their spirits bolstered while we continue the eradication of your dirt cousins. You will be thrown into the Yeti caves, where you will be given your chance to escape, or feed our beasts. Either way you will have served your purpose and I will have the means to keep the troops appeased.”
The orc looked at him, and laughed.
“Not that you have much choice in the matter dwarf, but do try and last a little while? The longer you fight, the more my name will ring on as the greatest general of the clan.”
Taklinn thought he was going to break his own hands by squeezing them so hard. Out of the entire year of torture, this was the worst treatment he had been given. He had spotted his gear and he had wanted to take up his axe and strike down the beast where he stood. But no, not now, not like this. There would be a time where he would get his revenge, and by Corean was there a lot to pay back for.
Taklinn thought for a second, and came to a decision. He walked over to where his things were, and started to don his armour. He felt a sense of security in his breastplate armour, and grabbed hs axe, gripping its handle, getting the feeling for it all over again. He spoke as he gathered his things.
" Gu'nark, son ta chief of the Blood Eye Clan, I will take this deal of yours. I will go into the Yeti pit and find mah way out. You meh think I will falter and find my end in the depths below, but I wont. Heed my words orc, I, Taklinn Gnarlstone of the Iceflow clan, will beh back. I will make you pay for teh full year of torture and the life of Gideon. You and all teh other orcs of dah Blood Eye Clan have chosen this fate. Remember this and remember it well, orc. This is not the last you have seen o' Taklinn Gnarlstone. Dat is a promise I will dare not break."
Taklinn looked at him, and looked into the pit that he stood infront of. Its icy walls reflected the blue magical light down into it and gave up little on behalf on how deep it really was. But there was no other way. This was it. The beginning of his second chance at life. There so many things to do. Find a way out of this cave, warn the dwarves nearby that the blood eye clan are on there heels, and avenge the death of Gideon and the years worth of torture that was bestowed upon him. There was always so much on a dwarves mind, and good thing there was to, it kept Taklinn distracted from the fact that he had just jumped into a hole that he did not know the depth to, but soon would find out.
Posted on 2007-08-18 at 02:09:10.
Edited on 2007-08-18 at 03:02:26 by Jozan1
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Topic: Goofy Burf-day stuff
Subject: cool,
I'm a turtle too, whats your day? mines the 27th
Posted on 2007-08-17 at 02:10:43.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: .
Loda was agitated at the guards, who were so high and mighty in there own right would not let them in for the life of them. And on top of that, they were blatently racist to, dispising all khord. Thats why Loda enjoyed doing what she was doing, making a fool of herself to disgust the men even more. But once she realized that they werent going to let Gothard in, she turned and wandered off into the woods. Before she left though the others planned on meeting on the other side of town, so she slowly made her way, skirting the city until she was at the other side, and waited. Once the group got together they set off, hopefully leaving this disgraceful town behind them. She much rather stay in Birchroot, even with a giant rabid badger than stay in that place. But enough was enough, and soon the bad thoughts of the city left and Lodas mind was filled with happier things. The forest around them, the animals, birds, Thondrek, and ale. She reached down and grabbed her flask, sipping the drink loudly, then squirted some in Gothards mouth, his nose nudging the leathery container to get her attention.
The next day they kept onwards, following the path that cut through the forest. Today was a little different though, with every syl that they passed looking anxious and paranoid, and she was able to count the amount they crossed paths with on one hand.
Soon enough though, the forest parted slightly and in the clearing was a tall, snow white tower with ivory snaking up all around it. Kinda like a tower you'd read in one of those fairy tales. And the grass was cut strangely too, making weird designs and patterns. But neither of those things drew her attention more than the sylvari woman who was suited up in armour, and mounted on a horse. She looked quite pissed, but didnt seem like she was going to do anything. She yelled up at the tower something in common, obviously trying to coax someone out.
“Open up, I command you! The Emperor requests your aid! Don’t let a Bladesinger waiting!”
Loda walked forward a bit, stepping onto the grass.
" Hey there, whats going on? Seems like who ever is up there doesnt wanna come out. Whatcha need help with?"
Loda watched as Gothard trotted up next to her, and sat down, looking at the horse, and the woman.
" And please, dont mind Gothard, he's as friendly as can be."
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 20:32:01.
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Topic: Beneath Shadowed Skies...
Subject: .
Herendiel walked slowly up to the room, wondering what it was that actually got him selected from all the others. He thought to himself, pondering about what it could be.
"Obviously it wasnt because of his physical strength, as they had turned down enough muscle to tear down the walls of this tavern. So if it wasnt that, then it was for his mighty magical abilites. Obviously they needed someone who could read and understand the arcane things all around us, and who is also very intellectual, because someone has to do all of the thinking in any sort of group. And gods for bid that those giants with arms bigger than my thigh have any sort of smarts within them. I bet that with all their "brain power" combined, they could almost figure out how many legs a stool has. Maybe if I turned it upside down and made them sit on it, then they probably would figue it out."
Herendiel chuckled to himself as he made crude jokes in his head, and suddenly stopped, as he was told to go to the room to his left. He entered, and inside already was quite the crowd. All looking fit to take down a mighty orc, or go swimmining in a mud pit. Either one. But as his eyes quickly swept over the room, his eyes stopped on a giant woman...thing. She was dressed out in what looked like to be tribal type outfit. And obviously she hailed from some, far off land where they eat bugs and play in dung all day. How disgusting. He made sure to get a seat far away and out of sight of her. Actually, everyone kind of made him a little nervous, if not queasy. Everyone, so sweaty, and dirty, in armour of all sorts, with dusty clothes underneath.
Herendiel was glad that he had just bathed, and smelt faintly of flowers.
He pulled out his pipe, since he didnt have enough time to finish his other wad downstairs, and lit it up.
The silence held for a few moments before the young man wearing the bandana shifted forwards in his seat. “Well, since we’re travelin’ together, I think this is a good time to at least get each other’s names. I’m Basque. Its nice to meet you all.”
Seated beside him, the dwarf scratched his beard with grubby fingers and huffed deeply. “My name is Arback, of the Starbreaker clan.”
On the other side of the seating area, the lovely woman smiled sweetly and tilted her head, allowing her light brown hair to fall to the side. “I’m Celene Rivercrest. My pleasure.”
Soon after these three oh so gracicously bewildered us with the most boring greetings, something a little more interesting happened.
“My name is Vyarp Longtooth, of the tribe of the Twisted Horn. If you need a trapper, scout, knife fighter or archer then I’m your man.”
As soon as the kobold was done introducing himself, which, from coming from a kobold, was much more entertaining than from ordinary dwarves or humans, a woman stood up, almost broke her chair, and threatened the kobold Vyarp.
“Kobold, What business do you have here? Which band of thieves cut throats to send you on this task?”
The room stayed quiet for a second, until Herendiel uncrossed his legs and let out a ring of smoke. He felt kind of sorry for the kobold, so out of place, scared, and different. But he felt a connection to. Never in his life would Herendiel be accompanied by or around such lively and simple people. Herendiel looked down at his bright red robe, and his ivory white tunic underneath. His short white hair cut to perfection, and his sandals, a finest leather. He felt out of place to. So, that put Vyarp and him in the same situation, sort of.
Herendiel tapped his pipe twice and spoke up, looking at the cieling, eyes closed.
" Woman, what in the nine hells do you think he is doing here? Obviously he was selected to go on this mission or quest or whatever the hell it is along with us. He wants fame and fortune along with the rest of us."
Herendiel tilted his head downwards and looked at her and her dagger.
" Now if I were you, I would put that dagger away. He recieved the same seal as us, and is just sitting in a damn chair. If you try an kill him, and I say try because I have no clue what he is packing, but if you do try and do kill him, I dont think that the Zantrical will be to happy. Ya know, since the selections are over and everything. they would be one short, and plans would be screwed."
He inhaled the sweet smoke and puffed it out, and continued.
" I wouldnt want to get the Zantrical mad. They have powerful people amongst there ranks, and I'm sure they could have you dealt with very quickly. Now, stop theatening every one else who is different, sit down, and shut up. That chair is probably Zantrical property, and I know I wouldnt like it if you killed one of my hired sell swords, AND broke my chair too."
Herendiel puffed a few more times on his pipe, re crossed his legs, and relaxed, reveling in the lucious feeling of the very expensive, yet satisfying weed.
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 01:50:23.
Edited on 2007-08-15 at 03:24:10 by Jozan1
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: Oh I LOOOOVE It...
when you get a phone call in the middle of something very important, and you pick up getting an automated voice telling YOU that all there operators are busy and YOU need to hold on, even though they called YOU. that just tickles my funny every time.
Posted on 2007-08-10 at 03:40:21.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: .
well, when we were playing it before, it wasnt a big group. It was a lot of littler ones, spread out all over the continent(s). I am in a group of two, Taklinn and Gideon. But there are like, eight other players who form there own groups, doin there own things.
Posted on 2007-08-09 at 05:15:55.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: .
yay! now, I'll level him up, then do you want me to send him back? and is that it after that? besides waiting for the game to start of course.
Posted on 2007-08-09 at 01:34:37.
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: .
yeah, I my grunt account was due to the fact that i forgot my jozan password, but obviously, I have remembered it! And I would love to still play Taklinn. I mean, he insta killed an orc champion, who wouldnt want to stay with him! But I would need his sheet, as I do not have it.
Posted on 2007-08-08 at 22:13:41.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: no animals allowed? Bah!
Loda looked at the elven men with disgust. She could tell that they did not like any of them. Well the Khordds atleast. Who knew what kind of thoughts they had against there elven companion. Her face wrinkled even more when she heard that animals were not allowed in the city. She looked the man in the eye and spoke.
" Animals not allowed in an elven city deep in the woods? What kind of people are you? Look. Gothard here is nothing but a timid wolf, companion, and friend. If he cant stay in the city, I wont enter either. But you all need to realize that not evey animal is diseased. We have slain one of these beasts, and it was dire and twisted beyond any natural form."
Loda took out her ale skin and took a swig of it, wiping her mouth on her sleeve and letting out a slight burp, with a wry smile following soon after.
Posted on 2007-08-08 at 01:03:44.
Edited on 2007-08-08 at 01:03:53 by Jozan1
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Topic: Champions of Nomachron: Return to Arms
Subject: .
Alright, I'll be in it again.
Posted on 2007-08-06 at 17:57:00.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: .
Firewind sat back in the van. Finally, some relative safety. He laid down the woman on a bench, and leaned up against the back of the van. Digital Scribe sat to his left, and then one more person slid in. It was Spiff, someone who he didnt know that well. But Scribe, well atleast they've been on a run together before. Firewind looked down at the woman for a second, when a shot rang out not even three feet from his face. He would of almost jumped through the roof of the van, if he wasnt already used to everything like that, explosions and what not. He wasnt even under the pressure of saving a life. But what did startle him was when he looked up, seeing the two aiming at eachother. His hand reached for his gun, but didnt pick a target, yet. He didnt want to add any more tension to the scene, because that was Guardians job, who joined in. The black man standing at the entrance of the van.
“Scribe,” the bodyguard instructed as Frankie looked up at him through squinting eyes, his left hand raised to shield him from the sudden torrent of rain. “Keep your piece aimed at his head.”
DigitalScribe glanced back to where the fixer lay looking at his watch, apparently unconcerned with the arrival of the large black man. “You will hand over your gun to Scribe now. I will not ask again.”
“It’s all good—be chilled, Guardian,” Frankie’s tone was non-plussed, though he secretly worried about the condition of the camera. It was battle-ready, but you never know what kind of ammunition a person was using, and armor piercing rounds were more and more common these days. The media’s voice was calming, and not just intended for the bodyguard, but for everyone in the van as he relaxed, rolling his handgun back in his hand and dropping his arm to his side. “We just needed to config an understanding here, is all. Everything is chilled now.”
Firewind sighed as the commotion died down, and one more joined them quickly after, this one being PeaceKeeper. She climbed in the van after Guardian, and now they all sat, waiting for the last two, Croaker and Preacher.
Firewind watched the two out there, slowly make there way towards the van. Gun fire was being exchanged back and forth, and he flinched as he throught he seen one of them get hit. The distintctive jerks of the body being hard to see through the darkness and rain. A torrent of gun fire poured from one of the figures, and for a moment, all was quiet. He looked even harder, and seen that someone was hit. One person was checking the other, and PeaceKeeper was rushing out, and checking the downed figure.
"Well if its anyone who should be out there, its me." Firewind thought to himself, and he quickly climbed his way out of the back, and ran out to the people. He could see clearer now as he got closer, and Preacher was the one who was down. He ran up to them and started to help drag him back. He quickly glanced over his head, wiping away waves of blood. But the head wasnt the worst of it, a few drops of medical glue or staples would do that job. It was his chest that he worried about. The wound looked more serious than what it really was, but he would need to get a good look in the van.
" Quickly, we need to get him inside the van and get these clothes off of him." Firewind looked back at the van, and knew that there were four people in the back. DS, Spiff, Guardian, and the woman who he hauled out of there.
" Move! Clear the right side of the van, we need to lay him on the bench! Get the hell out of our way!" Fire wind yelled to the peopel inside the van. There was no room for hesisation, evey second was precious, and he needed to get him inside as quickly as possible.
Posted on 2007-08-05 at 03:17:45.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: ,
Alright i just want to make sure about something before I post. Are we just passing through this city or was there a city that we needed to stop by and tell someone something? I need to go post on some other things right now, so I cant back track, thanks.
Posted on 2007-08-05 at 02:04:00.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: ..
alright, I think I am feeling well enough now to post, I'm taking 1750 mg's of amoxicillin a day, and only from two pills! these are the biggest pills I've ever taken. Oh and who ever gets Strep throat, DO NOT let it sit around and try an heal on itself. the Doctor told me that if you have it for a long time, it has a chance of messing with your heart valves, and later on in life, it'll really mess ya up. But also I'm taking IB profin for pain, so right now, i'm quite relaxed  so i'm gonna go post now, and then update in some other games which i need to attend to too.
Posted on 2007-08-04 at 23:16:00.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: sick.
yeah, I know i didnt post last week, but now i cannot this week either. I have been ill since this monday, and i have a serious strep throat, with swollen glands in my neck, making it painfu to turn my neck certain ways, swallow, and talk. Also the swelling is pushing on the workings of my inner ears, causing pain there too. I have been to the doctors before, and they said that I had a drainage problem in my ears, and the fluids that are suppose to drain out, done right away. and fluids happen a lot when i get sick, so it is pushing my ears outwards. painful. hopefully the 1200 mg's of IB profun ( i know spellings bad) will help =P but please, give me till next week to post, and also back post for before. tank you.
Posted on 2007-08-04 at 04:48:43.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: .
I am still wanting to play my barbarian half orc, I posted and what not and my characters in the QnA.
Posted on 2007-07-26 at 01:53:03.
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Topic: Beneath Shadowed Skies...
Subject: sorry, sorry, I'm late, so lets try this finally, eh?
Herendiel looked around the ornate and decorative room. Golden coloured walls with a crystal chandelere, bright red furniture, emblazened with golden tassles and skirts along the bottom of them. A finely polished oaken coffee table sat before him, and he gently set his tea down onto it. The fire that was once roaring was now down to a dull blaze, and the conversation that he was having with his friend Duncan was starting to run in circles.
" But why wont you join up, one thousand rommels are at stake, and who wouldnt want a fine wizard like yourself on the expooration team." Duncan wrapped his purple robe around himself tighter, and looked at the fire. " And cant you start that thing up again, woods not exactly the most expensive thing around, ya know?"
Herendiel looked at his friend, and loosened up his scarlet red robe, exposing a white tunic underneath. " I think its quite nice in here, and its not the money, you that, I have no need for any more than what I already have. I wont do it because of the kind of deal your trying to swindle me into. twenty five percent of the final reward? Do you think I cannot do math, my friend? You're asking for two hundred and fifty Rommels, for just showing me the flyer." Herendiel took a sip of his tea, and set it back on the coffee table. " And you know if I went out first, I would of stumbled upon one in the street somewhere."
" Yeah I know, but think of all those things I've done for you, remember that time down by the docks? huh, do ya? Those guys would of really messed you up if I hadnt of been there."
" You waved a stick at them and kicked over a barrel, any amount of aggression would scare off little would-be thieves like that."
Duncan leaned forward and smiled. " It might of been just that, if I hadnt put an alchemist fire in the barrel first."
Herendiel choked on his tea, and quickly set it down again. " You idiot, is that why that pier burst into flames like that? I thought one of the torches they were carrying hit that pitch!"
Duncan sat back into the big coushin, and crossed his legs. " So, you know I saved your hide atleast once, if not more." He lifted the sheet of parchment to his face, and then back down again. " Oh, and did I mention that
'Famed Veytheir explorer Jacques le Vert' is the one leading it?"
Herendiel stopped tapping the arm rest, and looked up at him. " You know how I am with that man, why didnt you mention it earlier? Alright, I'll do it. And two hundred and fifty is fine, you can have it. Tommorrow, I guess I have to go to the Blazing Heretic. Now please leave, I have things to do and prepare."
the next night......
Herendiel walked into the tavern,the smoke and dim light making him flinch back slightly, it all being over powering and so sudden. Quickly he could see where the line was and the desk that was doing the sign ups, but first he wanted something to eat. He hadnt had a good 'ol tavern meal in months, always eating the cooks food that he had, it always tasted, so prepared, so fussed over. This here food is cooked with no regard as to what goes in it or how much. every meal is different, even though it might be the same thing. Always tasting new spices and herbs, then trying to find them on the market and make it yourself. Always a fun thing to do.
Herendiel seated himself at a small table, and waited until a maid came over.
" Yes ma'am, could I get a small glass of juice, squeezed from the finest grapes you have, and a bowl of that, oh what does that sign say, lamb and beef stew? I dont think I have tasted that before, I shall try that. And a a small roll to accompany it too please. Thank you.
Herendiel sat back and removed a small pipe from his side pouch, the designs on each of its flanks matching in every way possible, showing the work of a true craftsmen in mundane items. He filled his pipe with a fine weed and puffed, sat back, and enjoyed the slow melody of Heramell and his fortunes.
(( Hopefully we can start this thing up! ))
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 05:52:53.
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