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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Game Post: Hunting
Brianna was born in the grassland of her country. She had learned as all Amazons must, the way of forest and fiels, hunting and scouting and skills with wepapons as well and her mother incessant quest to have magic teachers train her in that as well. THE former she did very well the latter she could not do at all.
Using all her skills she moved downwind through the waist high grasses. After a bit of maneuvering, she located a long yearling buck, soon to be adult and driven out of the herd. Even now he clung to the fringes of the herd sircle away whent the lead bull made his rounds.
Brianna had to wait to the deer to move to make the optimum heart shot. When the time was right she loosed her arrow and quickly followed up with another. The first shot buried itself fletching deep as it struck home in the young buck's heart, He leaped into the air and was dead before he hit the ground. The second arrow hit a bit lower, but was unnecessary.
Posted on 2009-09-01 at 23:35:08.
Edited on 2009-09-02 at 00:17:32 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: HEHEHE Old Lady Indeed.
Crochet
Posted on 2009-09-01 at 02:41:49.
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Topic: Haunted Highlands Q&A
Subject: My Character
DId I send you my character?
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 03:12:56.
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Game Post
The small band takes off through the ruins. They had to move slowly where tumbled walls blocked parts of the streets. Zara was leading, when she suddenly halted as they came to what look like a great gateway.
"Its a magical gate," called Zara, "and it is working."
Posted on 2009-08-31 at 03:11:04.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: US!
Jeanne and I have out characters from Vesper's game an We would love to play.
Posted on 2009-08-30 at 18:19:04.
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Topic: Prometheus Rising: Straight On Til Morning
Subject: Rowan
Back in her room she quickly undressed for bed, she wanted to be up early to check on Christopher. She went to the tall French doors and opened them to her balcony. The evening breeze curled into the room and caused the sheer curtains to ripple. She listened to the sounds of the night, most common were crickets, coyotes, owls, and on rare occasions a wolf.
Then another sound beckoned sharply, pulling her away from the balcony. Her compad sounded an alert, and that meant that the communications’ screening program had classified the communiqué as immediately important.
Moving to her desk she leaned over, opened the file and read it. She sat and read it again.
Uncle Lucius, dead? She could not believe it. He had been a friend of her grandfather’s and a dutch uncle to her father. He was the one who opened her eyes to archeology, xeno-archeology in particular. She reached over onto her desk a picked up the artifact that he had given her. He had told her it was not of Terrestial origin. She ran her hand over the smooth surface of the pillowy triangular object, holding it as she read again the message from his lawyers, rubbing it like a worry stone. She remembered when he had taken her to some digs on Mars; that had been the beginning of her growing interest in things not of this Solar System. Even while she was studying to become a doctor, she had take time for a number of classes on Xeno-archeology. While becoming a doctor was what she wanted to do to benefit others, Xeno-archeology was her private passion. Uncle Lucius was…..had been the perpetrator of the passion.
It was much later when she got into bed, having made reservations on a ship that would get her to Gannymede the fastest, sending communiqués to her mother at the Cannes’ Film Festival, to her Father on Mars, to her grandparents on their yacht cruising around the world, then a reply back to the lawyers telling them when she would be arriving. and lastly packing for the trip. The last thing packed was her artifact.
Her pillow was well dampened by tears before she slipped off to sleep.
Posted on 2009-08-29 at 20:16:08.
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Topic: Of Dragons and Men.
Subject: Mora
Mora waits on the mages of the group to tell her about the amulet, but she takes the time to look over the book that was in the chest.
Mora, would have loved to go be comforted my her partents, but strangely they were acting oddly. She kept look at them. Badon was visiblay burning the smoke rising into the air. The populations were now undead, and they sat here as if nothing were wrong.
"Father, Mother," shes finally is moved to speak to them, "What is going on?"
Posted on 2009-08-29 at 18:22:57.
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Topic: Lolkat's super special art request thread
Subject: ME ME ME .......
How are you on Elves--the Tolkien type tall and graceful, not the D&D type and especially not the 3E and 3.5E flat headed elves.
Posted on 2009-08-25 at 18:10:47.
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Topic: Prometheus Rising: Straight On Til Morning
Subject: Rowan
Twice, while on her ride, Rowan had called the Hospital for an update on young Christopher. Assured all was well she continued her ride til the sun went behind the hills and she was on her way back. She walked Flame the last mile back to the stable. Henry was there ready to take him. Rowan fished out a treat from her pocket, it was an old time candy that she could only get from a specialty story that provided nostalgia confections. A Chick-o-Stick was like a Butterfinger without chocolate voating, formed in a long round stick as thick as a thumb. She waited until Henry had the stallion in the crossties and his bridle off. The crinkling crackle of the cello-pastic got Flame's attention and he stretched out his neck as she finished unwrapping thecandy and then broke it in half. Flame took it from her open hand with his warm lips and then rolled it around on his tongue, The look on his face was priceless. Then came the crunch as his teeth crushed the candy up. He did the same with the second piece. Only after she finished every last piece did she give her a warm hug and return to the house.
Once in her room she activated her personal com unit, "Kitchen, This is Miss Rowan, I'll be down in 30 minutes to make my favorite omelet."
30 minutes later, refreshed and dress in a comfortable leisure suit, Rowan was down in the kitchen and heating an old fashioned cast iron pan with butter in it, she caramelized some thinly sliced onions, saluted a medley of wild mushrooms and then whipped up two eggs and swirled them about the pan before adding the onions and mushrooms, then she folded the omelet and slid it out of the pan onto her warm plate.
Rowan sat at a counter and ate her dinner, toast had been had been made for her and left on a warming pad. She put a pat of real butter on each piece and let it melt in, before adding some blood orange marmalade.
"Holo-vid, on,' a large section of wall lighted up. "Favorites list of Miss Rowan."
Rowan savored her omelet as she watched the holo-vids of the news, and her favorite equestrian events.
Posted on 2009-08-24 at 06:21:57.
Edited on 2009-08-24 at 06:31:59 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Straight On Til Morning Q&A
Subject: Questions
In the Real World would Rowan's medical skills make her a bonafide Doctor?
Where is it you need all the people to be so they can come together. (right now Rowan is on Earth and my sister's PC is on Ganymede.)
Posted on 2009-08-23 at 19:58:09.
Edited on 2009-08-23 at 19:59:43 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Game Post
As the group tried to come up with suitable places to rest a musty smell mixed with that of unwashed bodies wafted abouot the ruins. Moraglin and Oko caught scent of it first and then Dae and Zara were alerted to the scent. It seemed to drift about the ruins from the prevailing breezes that blew. It soon became apparent that it was intensifying.
Posted on 2009-08-23 at 16:29:19.
Edited on 2009-08-23 at 18:01:06 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: :(
I am aware that most of the history would not work, But I do not understand how you say the this is not our style, if we have never played it before? We have play many styles over the years. Not WC, but ones like it; so......
I really do not understand you reluctance to let us play.
Posted on 2009-08-23 at 03:03:54.
Edited on 2009-08-24 at 06:24:25 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Rylanor -- The Building of an Empire
Subject: Game Post
The cots were nothing more than frames holding moldy old straw. The whoile place has bee in ruinds foir some time and on closer inspection none of the building looked any good. even the stables.
At least they could build a fire well out of direct sight and maybe, if luck were with them, enough dry wood so that there would be no smoke.
Posted on 2009-08-23 at 02:40:41.
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Topic: Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: PCS
Jeanne and I made up twin WC characters for a game on RDINN that never got much beyond the first couple of posts. I will look for them and submit them to you
Posted on 2009-08-22 at 19:39:32.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Tamuril
"Would you at least tell us of Gubulondil, so we can understand him?" Tamuril knows she is stretching for hope, but it was all that she could do now.
Understanding the Lizardmen's deity might give them some aspect that they could use to end his wrath. "And can you tell us how a human female was so beloved by him that he would continue his wrath on the 3rd and fourth generations of those who perpetrated the death of the lady?"
Posted on 2009-08-21 at 00:52:58.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Tamuril
Tamuril was feeling her way through the situation, trying to piece together bits of what was said and not said. She had recently, since the adventures of Lady Elessarae became wide spread, longed to be like that lady. Dreaming of her adventures and putting herself, Tamuril, into imagined adventures and winning through them with courage and determination. That picture had suddenly changed, actuatly engaging in said adventures of her own she was brought up short by reality. One does not venture forth valianlty into situations, but step by step work ones way into and through a problem. Besides valor, and determinination, that were written and sung of in compositions about heroes and their deeds, someone forgot to mention fear. Fear in failing, fear in acting unwisely, fear of the unknown, fear of causing more trouble than good. That was what Tamuril felt, they wanted to help the villagers, but she feared causing even more of a problem for them. The Lizards were doing something, which seemed, at first, to be evil by taking tribute each month from the villagers. Yet evil folk would have killed them outright.
She looked at the old lizard while her mind whirled with her thoughts.
"I have a feeling," she finally spoke, "that you are somehow acting to intercede between your Gubulondil and his wrath for the village, but is there anything we can do to ease his wrath."
She thought of the Sea Druid, but he said that he would not interfere, so it rested on them to find a way or find there was no way.
Posted on 2009-08-20 at 20:20:17.
Edited on 2009-08-20 at 20:24:08 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Haunted Highlands Q&A
Subject: HEREEEEEEE
We are still here.
Posted on 2009-08-20 at 00:47:36.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Tamuril
Tamuril had listened carefully as the old lizard spoke and had wacher his demeanor. The incident had greatly affected him, how she did not know and there was little time to contemplate the ramifications of her preceptions.
"We have read the stories of what happened in the wizard's diary. Indeed the circumstances of her death were tragic, but could not something be done to mitigate the circumstances of the villagers. Those alive today had nothing to do with the incident."
She meets to old lizard's eyes squarely. "We want to understand why the village must continue to suffer far beyond the years of those who perpetrated the death of the lady?"
Posted on 2009-08-20 at 00:32:48.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: :P
Rasssssspberrrries
Posted on 2009-08-19 at 04:52:47.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Lorae and Game Post
Brianna and Devon find enough deadfall branches from winter storms, and the three remaining females are left with setting up a camp. After riding to the copse of trees Lorae dismounts and removes Moon Dancer’s tack and releases him to graze freely
Lorae carefully cuts through the sod and lays it back before digging into the earth to create a pit.
At a distance a herd of deer can be seen grazing while the lead stag watched over them from a rise.
Posted on 2009-08-19 at 02:16:17.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Tamuril
Tamuril, easily took a piece of fish, nodded to the old lizard and ate it as if she had eaten raw fish all her life.
"We come for many reasons," Tamuril pauses, "but one of them relates to the beautiful lady rising from the sea." She points to the mural.
It would seem that much was woven into what they had learned of the lady, and now, seeing the picture, it was made plain that there was a connection between the woman and the lizard folk. By answering one enigma, they might find the answers to others regarding the Villagers and Lizards.
Posted on 2009-08-18 at 06:14:15.
Edited on 2009-08-18 at 06:17:15 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: My Special Day.
Subject: HAve a HAppy
 Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!
Posted on 2009-08-18 at 06:09:13.
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Topic: Prometheus Rising: Straight On Til Morning
Subject: Rowan
Rowan stepped from her aircar under the portico of the family home and saw one of the “motorpool” personnel coming to garage it. Forest Home was one of the few estates that still had a number of paid domestics for the dwellings, grounds and other things. She grabbed up her bag and headed for the front door. Forest Home was the embodiment of a Colonial mansion perched on rolling Virginia hills amid the forested parklands surrounding its 4000 acres. The original had been lovingly rebuilt by her grandfather. On the outside and inside it was much the same as the original, built in 1835, but the new structure was built of the latest fireproof, and long lasting structural materials and now housed all the latest in modern technology and conveniences. The door recognized her and opened before she reached it.
Rowan glanced at the large pair of mirror on either side to the foyer. They revealed a tall slender figure in a neat brown suit, a fitted jacket over a bit of frilled white shirt, over a matching knee length, skirt-pants and high brown boots encasing her long, elegant legs. Her fiery red hair blazed in the natural light from the high windows in the foyer was caught back with a gold barrette at the base of her skull. . Shiny tendrils had escaped to coil about her face, softening her normal “business” look. She turned to one of the two sweeping staircases the cuved up the second level where her rooms were.
She trotted up the stairs. The day had been spent standing and sitting. First she had been up at dawn and to the hospital well before surgery as an assistant to the lead surgeon. Then came 3 hours of delicate surgery to replace young Christopher’s heart. Afterward she sat with him in Post OP until he wakened. Seeing his rosy pink features instead of the pale bluish hue was like the best present she had every gotten, once she knew he was well recovered she left for home. It was a quick trip from Washington Memorial Hosp. to the green rolling hills of Virginia and Forest Home. She set the aircar on auto pilot and rested. Her rooms consisted of a sitting room, office, bedroom and bathroom, most of the furniture was antique, pieces that fit into the history of the mansion. She quickly crossed to the bedroom and began to change, she needed some outdoor exercise and the neat and trim brown outfit she wore was not made for that. She quickly undressed and redressed in her riding things, hung up her clothes and left the room as if she had never been in it.
“Com on,” she announced into the room.
“Com on,” came a instrumental reply.
“Stable.”
“Henry, here” the reply came moments later from hidden speakers.
“Henry, please ready, Flame I will be there shortly.”
“Yes, Miss Rowan, he needs a good run.”
Shortly after Rowan appear at the main barn where the families personal mounts were stabled. She was clad in a forest green polo shirt, which accented her trim waist and her full breasts. While some women wanted larger breasts, she wished she had smaller. By keeping fit she had kept them down to a full C cup. Her rust breeches fitted like a second skin and her brown field boots encased her long lower leg.
Flame was standing in the crossties saddled and bridled. Seeing her, the big stallion began to dance in place. He was magnificent, a red Friesian of size and refinement. Luckily, some farsighted Friesian breeders in the early 21st century had started to bring back the red Friesian, They bred the best to the best and established a cadre of fine red Friesians, some decades later Holland’s purebred association was forced to rerecognize them. Flame tossed his head, his golden flaxen mane and forelock flying into the air. His flaxen mane and tail, forelock and feathering made him all the more, rare.
The moment she unclipped him, he stood rock still and grabbing a hunk of mane, Rowan leaped into the saddle.
“He’s set to go, Miss Rowan, Henry stepped up beside Rowan leg. “Knew you’d be wanting to ride after your surgery today.” Henry had been a jockey in his youth, then a trainer of the family’s thoroughbreds. He had retired and not retired but Henry could not give up working with horses.. With his son taking over his position, Henry asked if he could help out at the home stable. Her grandfather had given him a new home on the property, but he choose to live in the room apartment about the stable, leaving the house to his son and young family.
“I can feel that, Henry.” And she did for the stallion’s muscles were tight and responsive, rippling under her legs.
“I going to do the south circuit, so I should be back in before twilight.”
Once out of the barn and on the groomed bridle path, Rowan gave leave to Flame to trot out. The stallion moved out at a spanking trot, one that Friesians were famous for.
Posted on 2009-08-17 at 18:56:36.
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Topic: YeOlde Gone!
Subject: AAAHHHHHHH
Peradyse Lost will always be waiting for you, and we will to as a DM.
Posted on 2009-08-17 at 16:39:32.
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Topic: Simplicity Q&A
Subject: WHAT?
Vil, shake my brain, what information do you need from me?
Posted on 2009-08-15 at 18:06:20.
Edited on 2009-08-15 at 18:06:57 by Dragon Mistress
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