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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Not friendly
Billy stood as the riders appeared. Perhaps they would be able to help make some sense of of the current situation. In a way they did; it seems that the group had an enemy of some sort and these were his minions. Shaking his head, Billy drew his sword and took stock of the four creatures. Certainly they were unlike anything he had seen before. As always he would attempt to challenge the most worthy foe. Having identified the strongest looking of the group he planted his feet and held his sword at the ready; above his head with the tip pointed slightly to ward the ground. From here he could attack or defend as required.
Suddenly he heard strange words from somewhere nearby and saw colored lights appear in front of the creatures. It seemed there was a mage amoung his new companions. He would have to keep an eye open to identify the mage and stay clear of him or her. For now his attention remained focused on the creatures. "Looks like they will not be joining us for breakfast" he said to no one in particular.
Posted on 2007-11-23 at 02:22:12.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: okies
OK I thought the post was going to change to make teh sun rise in the east. Now I get it, we will be turned around a bit.
Posted on 2007-11-23 at 02:03:01.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Sunrise
Could have left the post, perhaps in this world the sun does rise in the west. 
Posted on 2007-11-22 at 18:37:11.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Feed the fire, aye.
Billy was just about to tell teh dwarf a bit about his home and his sword when he heard someone ask for 'food' for the fire. "I'll be right back." Billy said to the dwarf as he sheathed his sword. Moments later he was pulling a large dead branch off a nearyby tree and breaking it into smaller pieces by pinning it between two close growing trees and simply pushing on it to snap teh branch. He carried back 3 good sized logs and carfeully placed them on the fir. "There ya go. Should last several hours now."
He sat back down beside the dwarf and took a swig of the offered ale. "Hmmm, good stuff. Not at all like the stuff I am used to drinking; no chunks." As he once again drew his sword he spoke of his homeland. "It is a wonderful place with tall trees, open meadows and snow capped mountains. The great cattle beasts roam free and provide good meat. My family owns a farm and grows tasty vegetables. As for this sword, it is a gift from my father. For over 10 generations it has been in our family. Very well crafted it is and holds an edge well. Muscle and steel are honorable, not like magic. Magic is for the weak and I refuse to use anything tainted by it." Billy had finished checking his sword and put away his stone. "What about you good dwarf; what is your home like?"
Posted on 2007-11-22 at 18:35:52.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: What do we do?
Billy looked around at the stars, trees and sea. It became apprent to him quickly that he was far from home. Others took time to do some serious study and came to the same conclusion. There was talk of a benefacor, what ever that was Billy wasn't exactly sure. "Does anyone have any idea why we are here or what we are supposed to do? It is a nice camp and all but I am feeling a bit confused as to what we should do next."
Seeing as there wasn't much else to do at the moment, Billy rummaged thru his pack to find hs wet stone. He then set to work honing the edge of his sword. "Dad always said if I take care of my sword it will take care of me."
Posted on 2007-11-22 at 14:44:05.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Magic?
Billy shook his head when he heard the word "magic". "It figures that magic would be involved in a bad thing happening to me." He drops his pack and begins to rummage through it, pulling out some cheese and bread. "It isn't a fest and I am afraid I hve only water not dwarven ale but you are welcome to eat with me if you wish." He offered a piece of cheese to the dwarf beside him.
As he ate he listened to the others speak about stars and watches. "Dad always said that no matter where you find yourself; there you are." He gave a look that implied he thought his statement was very profound. "If you want me to take a turn at watch just let me know."
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 23:50:29.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: New friends?
Billy scratched his head as he looked around. He was quite sure he had not gone to sleep in a glade next to a fire. Further he was certain he had not packed his gear. Just to be sure he smacked himself on the chek, the resulting sting told him he must truely be awake and his eyes were not playing tricks on him.
As he looked around he saw a number of others, some who introduced themselves and one who wanted to see each person's mark as fortold in a dream. Wait, that is right I had a dream about being marked he thought. Looking at the back of his hand he did indeed see the mark described.
With his hand held flat in front of him, Billy moved closer to the dwarf by the fire. Dropping to one knee so the shorter dwarf could see he showed his mark. "Looks like they are the same." Whether he was talking to himself, the dwarf or the group was uncertain. "My name is Billy. I remember havign a dream much like the one the young lady described though I am certain the voice was in common not elvish. Either that or I can understand evlish in my dreams." Billy glanced around again at the others and waited to see if anyone else would join them at the fire.
A strange rumbling sound something like "graaack gruuup brooowl" eminated from his stomach, reminding him that it was time for breakfast.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 19:27:50.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Billy's sheet
Human Fighter;
Human Ftr3:
CR 3; ECL 3;
Size M; HD 3d10+12;
hp 39;
Init +3;
Spd 30 ft;
AC 14, touch 14, FF 11;
BAB +3; Grapple +7; Atk: +7 melee (1d3 + 4, Unarmed), +9 melee (2d6 + 5/crit 19-20, Greatsword +1);
AL NG;
SV Fort +7, Ref +4, Will +2;
Str 19, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 12.
Languages spoken: Common + 3 other languages
Skills: Climb +8, Handle Animal +3, Hide +4, Intimidate +5, Jump +9, Listen +5, Move Silently +4, Ride +8, Spot +6, Swim +6;
Feats: Alertness, Armor Proficiency (Heavy), Armor Proficiency (Light), Armor Proficiency (Medium), Cleave, Combat Reflexes, Martial Weapon Proficiency, Power Attack, Shield Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Weapon Focus.
Possessions: , Greatsword +1, Cloak of protection +1.
Upon first glance it is Billy's height of 6'10" and his chisled, muscular body that attracts your attention. Only after a moment do you notice the nearly 5' long sword strapped to his back. The only items of clothing worn are boots, a loincloth, pack and cape. Strips of various colored cloth are tied around his biceps, forearms and legs. His hair is red and eyes brown.
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 23:44:42.
Edited on 2007-11-16 at 02:43:30 by Keeper of Dragons
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Topic: What do you want in a game?
Subject: A challenging one
I prefer adventure games and also more of the low magic type. A mix of puzzles and fighting make it intersting. Make me think as a player more than figuring out what I need to roll to hit. Make players come up with unique solutions and reward them when they do.
Posted on 2007-11-11 at 14:05:39.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: 3.5?
Never played 3.5, I am old school. If you can convert my sheet I see no real problems as far as postings. Might have to bear with me for not knwing all the new terms and such. If it is easier for you and the others go for it.
Posted on 2007-11-09 at 13:37:39.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Question or two
The second character is listed as Chaotic Good but the backstory is certainly descriptive of that. It is rather Chaotic Neutral at best and very close to Neutral Evil.
Descriptions of him as "criminal", ruling with iron rod and a belief that humans are at heart liars is would support the evil inclination.
Hate to bring it up so early but there is no way my character would ever travel with such a person.
Not sure how a 3rd level character is a sea captain with a long and infamous career and owns a 120 foot vessel and commands a crew of 50. A bit over the top for the level.
DM: Can you provide some guidance on what you see as "normal" for a 3rd level? One of the two of us is off; could be me. Also some info on what type characters are expected; I can change my character if needed.
Posted on 2007-11-08 at 05:26:31.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Background of William "Billy" Fletcher
The tantalizing smell of roasting boar floated across the nearly empty tavern and found a place to dance on the nose of a sleeping traveler. “Good friend I am sorry to wake you but your meal is ready.” The slow opening of one eye indicated the old man heard the soft voice of the tavern wench. “Many thanks, if it tastes half as good as you look I am sure it will be a delight.” The old man winked and slipped a half-silver into the apron of the young girl. “Sir, you are too kind. I cannot accept that. Why that would buy meals such as yours for a week.” Both eyes focused on the young lass, and on her eyes not her bosom as many others had, as the man spoke again. “Tis mine to give and I will be insulted if you refuse it. Now, please call me Elttom as I have asked before.” It had been nearly a month since Elttom had arrived at the Slumbering Wyrm and in that span he had become a nightly fixture in the common room. Much of the time he spent in silent observation of the myriad of travelers and adventures that passed thru this part of Gridonia. On nights like this one, when there were but a handful of guests, he often told stories. “Will there be a tale this evening Elttom?” asked the barkeep. “Might be an ale or two in it for you if the patrons tarry and drink instead of heading to bed early.” “Let it not be said that I did not do my part to see that the Slumbering Wyrm continues to provide a place of refuge for weary sojourners. Yes, I shall weave a tale this eve. That is if my parched throat will allow it.” Elltom turned his well used mug upside down and shook the last drops into his open mouth. “A hint well taken, I will fetch another. Speak loud so I can hear the whole story.” whispered the lass as she hurried off to refill the empty mug.
Have I told you the story of young William Fletcher? Now there was a lad with shoulders the size of a frost giant, a heart fit for a gold dragon and a brain that would have been a curse to a mule. Nearly 7 feet tall he stood and weighed neigh unto 8 measuring stones at age 18. He was the son of a poor peasant farmer and spent his early years pulling the plow as the family horse failed to make it thru the harsh winter of the 3rd Year of Argold’s reign. Some said he was a better puller than the old horse ever was. Others said the horse probably would have outwitted the young lad. On the eve of his 18th birthday, his father sat with him beside the hearth of their humble dwelling. “Son, tomorrow you become a man and must set out to find your way in the world. If you stay here in this village there can be only two fates for you. Either you will labor here until I die and then you shall take my place until they lay you next to me or the Duke will impress you into service as an infantryman in the peasant militia. You must flee this village and travel west into the wild lands. There you can find you own life for there are no nobles there and each man is judged by deeds not by birth. Heed my words and put your trust not in things of magic for such is the art of the weak. Trust in muscle, sweat and steel for they alone will protect you. There is little I can pass to you except for this. The old man began to clear the dirt from a section of the floor that looked no different than any other. To William’s amazement a wooden trap door appeared. “Father, what is that?” “Tis a hiding place for the one thing my father left to me. For 16 generations the eldest son has passed to eldest son what I now pass to you.” From within the shallow hole, the man withdrew a long object wrapped in rags. One by one he peeled away the bits of cloth and finally revealed a gleaming sword. The flickering candlelight danced across the nearly five and a half feet of gleaming steel resting on the man’s lap. The handle was wrapped in deep black leather and a single onyx was inlaid in the pommel. “This is yours now son. Take it and make a life worth something for yourself. Within this sword is the heart and soul of all your ancestors; they will aid you in times of need.” William cautiously grasped the great sword and swung it thru a lazy arch. For years he had trained with sticks and iron rods but today he swung a true sword for the first time in his life. Almost by instinct it seemed that he knew exactly when to shift his weight and balance such that the sword followed his every desire. In fact, it was almost as if the sword actually anticipated his movements. “Father, this must be the finest sword ever crafted. I am honored. One day I will return and you will be proud of me.” William turned and walked out into the night. He never heard what turned out to be his fathers final words to him; “I am already proud of you Billy”.
“I am sorry to have woken you from your slumber sir; however I am pleased that you are enjoying the tale.” Elttom took a swallow from his mug to rewet his lips that had become parched while talking. He then motioned to the serving girl; “Bring bread and cheese for the table and put it on my tab. Story telling always makes me hungry and I am sure listening makes others hungry as well.” Elttom shifted slightly in his chair in attempt to find a comfortable spot. “Now where was I; oh yes, William had just left the village. Well, William traveled west avoiding both roving bands of goblins and patrols of the Duke’s soldiers. If the former had spotted him his life would have ended in a stew pot. If the latter found him it would be death just as surely for he would be impressed into service as a foot soldier and sent to the northern border where war raged against the giant kin. Being a farmer and accustomed to living off the land in addition to crops, William had little trouble finding food along the way. On several occasions he found small hamlets which he approached with caution. Tensions were high as he knew not if they would turn him in and the locals were ever wary of strangers. It was the freshly caught rabbits held in William’s hand that made him a welcome guest both times. As he sat at dinner with his new friends, he listened to their talk. It saddened him that conversation always revolved around not having enough food or goods because the soldiers came and took large amounts in the name of the Duke. Tales of rape and kidnap were common. There were no good or kind words ever preceding the Duke’s name, but he did learn some colorful new curses.
After several weeks of travel, William came upon a band of travelers. As they were headed in the same direction, William introduced himself to them and asked is he could travel with them. ‘Just what we need, another sword lugger.’ came a not so whispered reply from a young man dressed in black robes. A raven perched upon his shoulder eyeed William in a way that caused the hair on his neck to stand on end. ‘Oh be nice to him’ chided another robe cloaked figure, this one female. “If it makes you happy I shall do as you ask.’ replied the first with a flourished bow. ‘I am Algrek, the Black, and I have just graduated from the school of magic. These are my some companions: Chrystalinia, a fellow wizard; and Andue, a man of the woods. Hiker, come meet someone!’ Algrek yelled into the woods behind William. Moments later William stood stupefied as a half man, half horse creature appeared from the forest. ‘Hello and pleased to meet you’ the creature offered in greeting. Now we all know a centaur when we see on but poor William had never seen such before in all his life. ‘I, I, I ughh’ was all the startled young fellow could muster. Andue moved forward and grasped William on shoulder, ‘Hiker is a Centaur and my good friend. I take it this is your first opportunity to meet one of his race?’ William regained his composure and then stuck out his hand in friendship, ‘Pleased to meet you, I am William Fletcher.’ ‘My you are a big fellow. Not many can reach out and comfortably shake a Centaurs hand.’ After several minutes of greetings all around, the group with its new member moved on.
As they walked, the group talked; all that is except Andue, for he was most often either in front or to a flank searching for whatever rangers search for while on the move. William tried to strike up a conversation with Algrek but the young mage gave him the cold shoulder. Whether he felt William was beneath him in status as a non-mage or he was more interested in conversation with Chrystalinia it was hard to tell. Either way, William quickly realized that talking to the mages was out of the question. Not that Chrystalinia wasn’t polite to him; she just seemed to be preoccupied with talk about the School of Magic. So, out of necessity he began to talk to Hiker. Now those conversations must have been rather interesting indeed for neither of them could ever be described as overly smart. Come to think of it, even averagely smart would be giving them credit. However the two became good friends as time passed.
One day William found himself alone with Algrek as Hiker and Andue had gone to hunt for dinner and Chrystalinia had gone to bathe. ‘So, you like magic huh? My father wasn’t fond of it himself.’ I told you William wasn’t that bright and such an opening line didn’t go over well with Algrek. ‘My simple companion, magic is the art of the intellectual and the only true measure of worth. Are you not aware that in this province only mages can rule and to even suggest that magic is unimportant could get you into much trouble?’ William frowned as he recognized his mistake in conversation topics but he didn’t back down. ‘Father said that I should trust in steel and muscle to find my true path.’ Algrek smiled and the raven on his shoulder gave an eerie call that almost sounded like laughter. ‘In your case I would have to agree with him. He must be the smart one in the family. A mage you will never be.’ Unaware that Algrek’s comments dripped with sarcasm, William answered. ‘Glad you understand. I will not use magic or items possessed by magic for such would go against my father’s advice.’ William pulled out the family sword and brandished it in one hand. ‘This sword shall show me my destiny. Such is the tool of my kind.’ The raven on Algrek’s shoulder raised a raucous call at the site of the sword and sent a telepathic message to his master. ‘Strong magic of ancient origin lies within that sword.’ Now I know you are all wondering how a raven would know such. You see Algrek’s familiar only looked like a raven, in reality it was an imp perched on the mage’s shoulder as Algrek was an evil wizard. Lawful mind you and from what I am told his word was his bond and he never broke a law, however he paid very close attention to wordings of contracts and promises and often fulfilled the letter not the intent when it suited him. But I digress. ‘Where did you get that sword?’ Algrek asked. ‘Like I said, father gave it to me. It is a family heirloom of sorts though I don’t know how old it is. Nothing really special about it but it is a quality blade and is really easy to swing.’ Once more the imp sent a thought to Algrek, ‘The simple fool doesn’t know what he has. That blade is over 500 years old as shows not a bit of wear. Somehow it imbues the rightful owner with the battle skills of those who have held it before. He could be very useful in protecting us as long as he never learns the sword’s secret.’ Algrek nodded his head in agreement with his familiar’s thoughts. ‘So young William you would never use an item of magical origin you say, how would you know such an item?’ William scratched his head and his brow wrinkled in thought. ‘I don’t rightly know. Seems like something I would just know. Of course if someone told me an item was magic I would accept that as proof I guess and not use it.’ Algrek yawned and stretched, ‘Night comes soon my friend and I am tired. It was a most enlightening chat we have had. From the smell of things, dinner is just about ready and we should head that way. But first I want to give you a small token of friendship.’ Algrek rummaged thru his pack and took out a fine black cloak and handed it to William. ‘This cloak is far too large for me but would likely fit one such as you just fine. I retrieved it from a dead giant some time back. William took the cloak and wrapped it around himself. ‘An excellent fit my friend. May it offer you protection from the elements and all that seeks to harm you.’ The raven bounced up and down, flapping its wings and calling loudly. ‘Looks like Nightwing approves.’ Algrek added. ‘Thank you for your kindness. I will wear it well.’ William replied as he rose and walked away, the proud, unknowing owner of a second magical item.
Elttom leaned back to make way for the serving girl as she placed the bread and cheese on the table. ‘Will there be anything else you require?’ she asked. ‘Nothing that can be provided here and now.’ Elttom winked and the serving girl blushed and hurried back into the kitchen.
Elttom returned to his story telling. “Our adventures had just sat down to dinner when a most serious look came across the faces of Andue and Hiker. ‘Hobgoblins approach from the north, a fair sized band of maybe 20 or so.’ Andue was already on his feet and reading his bow as he spoke. Bowls of stew crashed to the ground as everyone made ready. ‘Do we hide now?’ asked William. ‘Hide from hobgoblins, no indeed.’ came the reply from Algrek. ‘This bunch will curse their luck, if any survive.’ Hiker and Andue moved quickly into the scrub oaks that flanked the east side of the campsite. Although Billy watched them enter the forest, in mere moments he could no longer spot them. Algrek and Chrystalinia pulled bits of some strange smelly concoction from pouches at their waist and moved to the south edge of the campsite. ‘Guess I better find a spot myself.’ Billy thought and then moved to a spot halfway between the fire pit and the north edge of the campsite. He would be the first thing the hobgoblins would see if they attacked. The wait wasn’t long and soon 4 hobgoblins rushed form the woods to the north yelling a battle cry and brandishing axes. Billy simply stood with both arms resting on the pommel of his sword. Now I don’t know about any of you but those hobgoblins took one look at a solidly built, nearly 7 foot tall man leaning on a 6 foot long sword dressed in nothing but a cloak and loin cloth and stopped dead in their tracks. In that moment of indecision, arrows pierced the throat of one goblin and the chest of another. With their number cut in half the remaining 2 seemed unsure of whether to charge or run. Billy heard a slight ‘whoosh’ noise on both sides of him and watched as balls of fire slammed into the remaining hobgoblins. In an instant their charred remains joined those of their companions. Billy was about to offer congratulations when 6 more hobgoblins burst from the wood line and rushed him. Billy swung his sword in a lazy arch and two more foes fell to the ground trying to hold intestines inside. ‘This is a fine sword, now I see why father kept it’ Billy thought. The remaining four attacked Billy with a fury. Quick reflexes saved Billy from the first attack as the axe found nothing but air where Billy’s leg had been moments ago. Unfortunately, that put him off balance and blood flowed from two cuts of his right arm. The hobgoblins howled with delight at having wounded their enemy. The last foe raised his axe and Billy waited for the pain that would surely come but the blade never fell. ‘Four on one is not fair’ Chrystalinia shouted as her hold monster spell took effect. Algrek simply walked forward and slit the beast’s throat without comment. It would remain frozen there with a gash until the spell wore off. Then in an instant its life blood would spill to the ground. Hiker and Andue sent a volley of arrows into the north woods and cries of pain rung out in return. The two fighters entered the campsite and flanked Billy waiting for the hobgoblins’ charge. Tension and adrenaline filled the air as they waited, and waited and waited. Apparently the remaining hobgoblins had seen enough and knew when an enemy was too powerful. Hiker made a quick search and found nothing but tracks leading away.
‘Let me look at your arm Billy.” Andue was pulling a vial of foul smelling ointment from his pouch as he approached. ‘hmm, not too bad, not deep at all. This should fix you right up.’ ‘Ugghh, what is that smell?” Billy held his nose to try to counter the odor. ‘Why it is grandma’s finest healing balm. The secret recipe has been handed down for generations in my family. It is good stuff, trust me.’ Andue took a clean cloth and dabbed it in the ointment and then wrapped it around the wounds. ‘Leave it there until tomorrow wand you won’t even know you were cut.’ Billy frowned at the thought of smelling this way until morning. Then as his stomach rumbled and he saw the empty bowls and overturned stew pot he frowned even more. ‘Looks like stale bread and moldy cheese again!’ Hiker was literally jumping for joy at the prospect. Centaurs have strange eating habits to say the least. As the group gathered up their belongings, Algrek approached Billy. ‘Nice work. You certainly know how to swing that sword. Those hobgoblins that fled will tell stories of the giant that killed their friends no doubt.’ ‘All I did was defend myself. Never really been in a fight before. Just seems like I somehow know what to do. I thought it would be much harder.’ Algrek smiled. ‘For some people it is hard, but you seem to have a knack at it for sure. Of course it always helps to have some wizards behind you just in case.’ Billy nodded remembering the axe blow that never came thanks to the magical attack. ‘I guess magic has a place but just not on me or my stuff. I told you all I needed was my sword.” ‘Agreed, you seem to do well enough on your own.’ Nightwing laughed that course raven laugh.
Posted on 2007-11-07 at 18:47:16.
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Topic: Worst Gaming Clichés
Subject: Right. Wink, wink
"You all grew up togetheras friends so your characters (lvl 10 0r so) all know each other and are friends."
"A man dressed in armor walks in and says 'The king needs a few good adventures' and looks in yuor direstion."
Posted on 2007-11-07 at 18:45:39.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: .
the heart of
Posted on 2007-11-04 at 01:55:39.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: .
stow
Posted on 2007-10-19 at 23:41:46.
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Topic: Evil Campaign
Subject: Alignment
Remember the power of "alignement change". A group of CE would have a hard time working together as easch is out only for themselves. As they work together they run the chance of changing into lawful evil. Or perhaps a chaotic neutral. Party squabbles are to be expected in a CE group.
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 20:01:35.
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: .
Ohh I love it when folks break the law and then complain because the police catch them. Esp if they are the same folks who always complain that the police never catch other law breakers. 
Posted on 2007-08-10 at 02:03:21.
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: ..
I love when you start a sarcastic thread and then everyone thinks they have to post real thoughts.
Posted on 2007-08-03 at 11:55:32.
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: About time
Finnaly someone started a "whining" thread. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this. Noone at work ever complains so I am anxious to see how it works.
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 12:42:10.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: Interesting
From across the room, Corvo watched. Many came and went this eve but a slight few stopped and spoke with a stranger at a far table. Seems he was doing some recruiting of sorts and having at least some luck. Only the fact that those who made their mark were much younger kept him from walking over and inquiring as to what manner of excurion the man had planned. As far as he could tell from dress and mannerisms most of the interested parties were swingers of swords. "They could probably use a healer such as myself." he thought. But he had other tasks to tend to at the moment. The goddess Rhan still pulled him at regular intervals like the moon pulled the tides. For now he would wait and see where his feet took him. If he crossed paths again with this stranger he might just indulge his curiosity.
Posted on 2007-06-02 at 04:24:43.
Edited on 2007-06-02 at 04:25:17 by Keeper of Dragons
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Lots of popcorn
Too many moview I want to see. Spidey 3, Shrek 3 and Pirates 3. That last one is nearly 3 hours long!!!
Posted on 2007-05-26 at 13:13:16.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: .
span
Posted on 2007-04-28 at 13:49:13.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: .
spat
Posted on 2007-04-25 at 00:25:46.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: bolt
bolt
Posted on 2007-04-23 at 23:41:08.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: .
How can you
Posted on 2007-04-16 at 13:39:51.
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